Longevity

The guard finally couldn't help but be curious, and said, "I don't know what is the important thing for the monk Fakong?"

Fu Qinghe glanced at him and said nothing.

The guard smiled and said, "Could it be a secret matter?"

"no."

"What's that?"

"..." Fu Qinghe just looked at him calmly, but didn't answer.

"I overstepped." The guard came to his senses, clasped his fists and smiled, "I haven't asked your honorable name yet."

"The cheap name is not worth mentioning." Fu Qinghe said.

The guard laughed twice: "You're arrogant, you deserve to be the attendant of the Fakong monk, is it the shadow assassin Lin Feiyang?"

Fu Qinghe shook his head.

"Isn't it Lin Feiyang?" The guard said in surprise, "Is there any other guards for the priest of Fakong?"

"Squeak..." The door opened, and the guard came out with a burly middle-aged man.

This burly man has a handsome appearance, with a long beard fluttering under his jaw, and Danfeng's eyes are as cold as electricity.

"This is Commander Zhang." The guards who came out with him introduced.

Zhang Hao often stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I don't know what orders the monk Fakong has?"

"Go in and talk." Fu Qinghe said.

Zhang Hao often stretches out his hand to beg.

Fu Qinghe walked in and stepped on the steps. Zhang Haochang's expression changed with each step he took.

He is a great master and has a keen sense.

Fu Qinghe was like a scabbard sword, which he kept hidden all the time. As he approached, the sword intent on his body gradually came out.

This is the natural reaction when I feel Zhang Haochang's aura.

Only then did Zhang Haochang know that the attendant in front of him was actually a great master.

The two entered the palace gate.

Fu Qinghe walked in with Zhang Hao, and turned to the front yard.

They went through a gate and turned around a screen wall, and saw Cao Yufang pacing in front of the hall with his hands behind his back.

"Your Highness." Zhang Haochang said respectfully.

"Fu Qinghe has seen the prince." Fu Qinghe clenched his fists and took out the jasper altar from his sleeve: "On the order of the abbot, I will send a special altar of Shenshui."

Cao Yufang suddenly smiled, clasped his fists and said, "Master has a heart."

Zhang Haochang stepped forward to take the Jasper altar.

Fu Qinghe clenched his fists again: "Farewell."

He didn't say a word, just turned around and left.

Zhang Haochang was stunned and opened his mouth.

But Cao Yufang didn't care, he smiled and watched Fu Qinghe's figure disappear in front of the screen wall, and then looked at the jasper altar.

"My lord, this...?" Zhang Hao often felt strange.

This Fu Qinghe was too cold and arrogant, he didn't want to say a word when he saw the prince, he just left with something.

Cao Yufang said with a smile, "Does Commander Zhang know this person's identity?"

"He is a great master and one of the top swordsmen in the world." Zhang Haochang's face was solemn: "It is comparable to the elders of Divine Sword Peak."

"Fu Qinghe, the sword of the Tianhai Sword Sect." Cao Yufang said with emotion: "The monk Fakong can take him as his attendant, he is really powerful, and the Buddha Dharma is boundless."

"The top swordsman of the Tianhai Sword Sect?"

"Exactly."

"No wonder you have such a fierce aura." Zhang Haochang nodded slowly.

He is also a rare master in the world, a genius among wizards. After a series of adventures, he has already stepped into the state of holding aura, and he does not care much about the great master.

But seeing that Fu Qinghe, as a servant, actually reached the state of holding his breath, he was completely shocked.

Hearing Cao Yufang say this, he was relieved because he had a lot of history.

While the two were talking, two more middle-aged men came out of the hall and stood beside Cao Yufang.

One of the two was skinny and short, looking to be the oldest among the four, and the other was round and stout.

The middle-aged man from Yuandun snorted, shook his head and said, "I didn't expect that the monk Fakong was the first to release his kindness."

The thin and short middle-aged nodded: "I originally thought that the monk Fakong, as a monk, must have a high cliff and be extremely reserved."

In my original expectation, it might not be easy to meet the Fakung monk, and it would take three visits and four invitations from the prince to see him.

Rare is precious, and these eminent monks have the clearest view of human nature.

Those who are easy to obtain do not think it is surprising and do not think it is expensive.

The more unobtainable, the more concerned about it, the more high-level it is.

"Fakong God Monk doesn't need these techniques." Cao Yufang shook his head and smiled: "With signs and no signs, the camera moves, the **** monk is no longer on this floor."

With great supernatural powers, there is no need to use these small tricks.

Zhang Hao often smiled: "I didn't even expect that the monk Fakong didn't avoid suspicion and sent Shenshui directly."

They have seen the indifference of the officials in the past two days. If they hadn't believed in the care of the prince, Chu Xiang, they would have been even more embarrassed.

They understand the thoughts of these officials. They want to avoid suspicion and don't want to get involved with the Ming Palace. The farther away, the better.

Believe that Prince Chu Xiang is the prince, and no matter how close he is to Prince Ming's mansion, no one will say that he is fornicating with Dayong.

But court officials can't.

Once you get close to the Ming Palace, you will definitely become a weak point for political enemies, and you must read the previous book.

"Is it disdain to pay attention to the world's eyes." The middle-aged Yuandundun said with emotion: "It can only be said that the realm of the gods and monks is different."

"Anyway, this king is very relieved." Cao Yufang said with a smile: "Let's discuss the matter, I will go to the backyard and send it to the princess."

He was ready to be cold-hearted. As a proton, he couldn't ask for too much. It would be good if he could live in peace.

The three nodded with a smile.

Cao Yufang came to the backyard and saw that the two women were tidying up the flowerbed, and the maids were removing dead branches and leaves.

Different from the evergreen seasons in Tianjin, it is winter in Shenjing, and all things fall into a deep sleep.

In the back garden, only a few pine trees remained green, and the other flowers and plants were withered, looking crippled and desolate.

The two princesses couldn't see this, so they had to sort it out.

Seeing the jasper altar handed over by Cao Yufang, the two women's eyes lit up and took the jasper altar excitedly.

This jasper altar is exactly the same as that of the Xinwangfu. At first glance, it is known that it is made by the courtyard outside the King Kong Temple, and of course it is Shenshui.

Yu Qingxian smiled and said, "Your Highness, did you believe it was given by your Highness?"

"It was given by the monk Fakong himself." Cao Yufang said with a smile.

Jiang Yuwan's eyes lit up: "Fakong God Monk?"

Cao Yufang nodded.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty." Yu Qingxian smiled and said, "This is a gesture of goodwill from the monk Fakong, and this is good news."

As a disciple of the Jade Butterfly Sect, she is well educated, has a wealth of common sense, has a wide range of knowledge, and has profound insights into the government and politics, which is far from the comparison of ordinary women.

Jiang Yuwan nodded lightly: "Fakong God Monk expressed his sympathy, and the situation of the prince will be different."

She is also not an ordinary commoner, but a young lady from a scholarly family.

Yu Qingxian said with a smile: "Your life will be much better in the future."

"Yes..." Cao Yufang smiled.

All three of them knew about Fakong's influence in Shenjing.

If Fa Kong dared to communicate with him, people would be much weaker on their guard. Even if they did not dare to get close to themselves, they would not be as evasive as they are now, and shy away.

Yu Qingxian said with a smile: "My lord, it is said that this monk has great supernatural powers. I don't know if it is true or not."

"It should be true." Cao Yufang said.

He also looked curious.

He believed deeply in Buddhism, especially the supernatural powers depicted in Buddhism.

It is a pity that none of the eminent monks whom he has visited have supernatural powers.

They denounced supernatural powers as obstacles. Having supernatural powers does not mean that the Dharma is profound, and without supernatural powers, it does not mean that the Buddhadharma is not profound, and the fruition status has nothing to do with supernatural powers.

But he felt that the supernatural powers can be possessed and not used, and they are the real monks who have attained the Tao.

"My lord, you've been thinking too much recently. Making tea with divine water is very effective." Jiang Yuwan raised the jasper altar, opened the stopper, poured some divine water into the furnace, and started to make tea.

After the tea was ready, the three sat in the small pavilion to drink tea.

The sun sets in the mountains, and the cold strikes.

Holding a cup of hot tea and sipping lightly, a sip of hot tea drives away the chill, it is a great enjoyment.

The three of them felt at ease at this moment.

"Shenshui really deserves to be Shenshui, and has a reputation for being a virtuous person." Cao Yufang said with a smile: "Two princesses, I will ask for a jar of Shenshui every day with the monk Fakong, and there is no need to send someone to the Mingyue Medicine Building to grab it."

"Will the monk agree?"

"Yes." Cao Yufang intuitively agreed that Fakong would agree.

—

Fakong has been pondering the mind method of Fayanzong.

The essence of Fayan Sect is to enter into meditation, to enter the Dharma realm in meditation, so as to obtain the power of the Dharma realm to cast Dharma words.

And entering the rule is a slow, hard work.

The first level is pure heart.

If the mind is not pure, it becomes a hindrance to meditation.

After the mind has calmed down, all kinds of thoughts will jump out, thus interrupting the path to further meditation.

Purification of the mind is followed by repentance and good deeds.

When will the negative thoughts in the heart be swept clean, and the heart will be clean and upright, like colored glass like the rising sun, before we can begin to cultivate into meditation.

If your heart is not pure, you don't have to work in vain.

Fakong shook his head with a wry smile.

He felt that the suitable practitioners for this exercise were probably the disciples of the Holy Sect of Light.

Even the disciples of the Holy Sect of Light may not be able to practice. It is almost impossible to purify a heart so bright that there is no scum.

No wonder the Fayan Sect cut off the inheritance.

The demands are too high, it is too high.

The bright sunshine in the morning shone on Nantian Peak, on Xu Qingluo and the others, and Fa Kong was with them.

He stood on the sidelines watching Xu Qingluo, Chu Ling, Zhou Yang, Zhou Yu and the others skiing, holding the tree trunk and breathing the cool air.

Fu Qinghe stood behind him, motionless.

The laughter of Xu Qingluo and the others came from their ears, and bursts of laughter floated on Nantian Peak.

Lin Feiyang appeared beside him in a flash: "Abbot, you are almost ready, you can open the altar at any time."

Fakong nodded.

Lin Feiyang said: "This time the prayer ceremony should be very easy, don't you dare to make trouble again?"

Fakong smiled.

Lin Feiyang said: "Is there anyone who doesn't have long eyes? It should have been a warning three times before~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Who is still stupid?"

"Never underestimate the courage and blood of any person." Fa Kong said: "There are always people who are not afraid of death."

"If you seek death, then fulfill them!" Lin Feiyang snorted.

"How's Duke Ming's observation?" Fa Kong asked casually.

Half of his mind was still focused on purifying the heart, and after thinking about it, he still couldn't practice.

My own mind is strong, a bit more intense than the average person, and the source is the accumulation of people in two lifetimes.

The longer you live, the more dust and dirt the mind has.

This is the law of nature, it is inevitable.

Although there is a statue of Medicine Buddha, despite the mantra for clearing the heart, and despite the profound Dharma, there is no way to completely clean up these dirt.

I'm afraid I can't get through this.

PS: The update is complete.