Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong said: "For now, we can only suppress it, but there is no way to solve it once and for all."

With the improvement of his indestructible power, he should be able to completely suppress her and not be afraid of her demons entering his body.

Even as his level of cultivation improves, he can kill with one strike.

This takes time.

But things in the world are often not as expected. If I am making progress, a genius like Yang Shuangting should also be making progress.

Fortunately, as long as she is not pushed into a desperate situation, she is not enough to threaten him.

After all, once she reverses the Taishang Jingming Sutra and all demons enter her body, she herself will undoubtedly die, both body and soul will be destroyed.

You can only suppress her in this way, and not letting her cause more damage is considered a victory, and you can't expect more.

Xu Zhijian smiled and said: "As long as you can suppress it, no one can beat you in terms of speed of improvement. Maybe after a while, you will master a Buddhist mantra and you will be able to subdue it completely."

Fakong said: "Then let me borrow Brother Xu's good words."

"By the way, you held the Yang Yang Ceremony in Tianjing, but what about Shenjing? Will it also be held?"

"I would have liked to hold it, but unfortunately..." He shook his head.

Xu Zhijian's eyebrows moved: "Can't the ceremony be held in Shenjing?"

"The emperor will have concerns," Fakong said.

Xu Zhijian was puzzled: "What's there to be worried about?"

Fakong smiled: "My actions like this are too great for improving my reputation. In the future, you will only know about me and not about the emperor."

"Ha!" Xu Zhijian suddenly laughed.

He shook his head and said: "This is too... can you still rebel? You can't shake the power of the Chu family!"

Fakong said: "The emperor is not worried that I will rebel, but my influence is too strong. If my words are more effective than him... there will be only two days in the sky."

"What's this?" Xu Zhijian asked.

Fakong shook his head: "I can actually understand the emperor."

Xu Zhijian's eyes widened.

Fakong smiled and said: "Although my influence is strong now, I still can't compare with the emperor after all. But I have a long lifespan. If the emperor is not on the throne in the future and a new king takes the throne..."

"The emperor is the emperor after all." Xu Zhijian disagreed with his idea: "No matter how great your influence is, Fakong, you can't possibly impact the majesty of the emperor."

Fa Kong smiled.

Xu Zhijian frowned: "Unless... the new emperor is not wise enough... or the emperor has painted the old lake..."

He nodded: "Fakong, you are indeed a problem, especially since you are from Daxue Mountain. What you say will indeed affect the court and the martial arts."

If Fakong's prestige reaches the point where everyone in the world admires him, and then he sees that the new emperor is not acting appropriately, and if he says that the new emperor is not a wise ruler and that he should be replaced by another emperor, the people of the world will surely be restless.

Once there is restlessness, there may be war and chaos.

Especially since there were martial arts sects mixed in, it was even more difficult for the court to deal with.

Even the officials of the imperial court admired Fakong...

It is indeed unimaginable.

What's more serious is that if Fakong's prestige increases too quickly, it may influence the choice of the new emperor.

If he says that a certain prince is inappropriate, he has great supernatural powers and clairvoyance, and the officials will naturally be suspicious.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhijian looked at Fakong and shook his head: "There is really no way to solve this, unless you directly retreat, otherwise...even if you retreat, it will be useless. The emperor will not be at ease every day you are here."

Fakong smiled and said, "Unless I die."

"Fake your own death?" Xu Zhijian said, "That's one way. You can make a promise to the emperor to fake your own death in ten or twenty years."

Fakong said: "The emperor may not believe it, nor will he feel at ease."

Xu Zhijian put down his wine glass, stood up and walked around.

After walking around for a few times, he looked helpless and said with a wry smile: "I really have nothing to say, there is no other way."

"So I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about the Yang Yang Ceremony," Fakong said.

Xu Zhijian said: "When the news reaches Shenjing, people will find out that you held the Yang Yang Ceremony in Tianjing but not in Shenjing. I'm afraid they will blame you."

He then slapped his hand: "I'm afraid this is what the emperor wants to do, right? Let everyone complain and dissatisfy you and weaken your majesty."

Fakong nodded slightly.

"Then what should we do?" Xu Zhijian frowned and said dissatisfied: "The emperor's move is too damaging, not to mention, the loss to the people is also too great."

There is obviously a chance to live again, but you can't come back because you are afraid that the power of Dharma and Kong will increase. How is this different from taking someone's life?

The emperor did not take the people at ease and took Fakong's threat even more seriously.

This behavior made him very disgusted and dissatisfied.

He sneered: "Fakong, you won't just restrain your hands, will you?"

According to my understanding of Fakong, Fakong is by no means a boring character and will never give up.

Fakong nodded slowly: "I'm going to kill him first and show him later."

"Behead first and then show off... hold the Yang Yang Returning Ceremony in Shenjing first?" Xu Zhijian frowned and said, "I'm afraid the emperor will stop it?"

"If the emperor really wants to stop it, it will definitely be spread." Fakong said: "You can't come to me in private, right?"

"I should come to you privately."

"Then I'll avoid it."

"...This is a way." Xu Zhijian thought about it and felt that this was a good idea.

"I plan to hold the Yang Yang Returning Ceremony tomorrow." Fakong said, "I won't let the emperor have a chance to react."

"Maybe the emperor won't object." Xu Zhijian said with a smile: "I feel compassion and let the people ask you for help."

Fakong laughed.

Xu Zhijian sat back, picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp, sighing deeply.

He knew that Fakong would not speak nonsense. Since he said it, it meant that he saw what would happen in the future with his divine eye.

This made him feel helpless.

No matter how powerful he was, or how powerful the Holy Church of Light was, they could not influence the emperor's decision, change the emperor's ideas and practices.

The two drank for a while, then got up and fought for hundreds of rounds, sweating all over, before going home.

At noon the next day, ten coffins were placed in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

At noon, the sun was at its zenith.

There were few pilgrims queuing in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, but there were still some.

Many of them had been queuing for half a morning, so it was not too late to go to eat after offering incense.

When they saw the ten coffins, they talked about them curiously, and some of them even went forward to inquire about them.

Then they came back and told other pilgrims.

These ten coffins were all small coffins, and it could be seen that they were not yet adults. The pilgrims showed sympathy and pity.

The death of such a big child was really heartbreaking, and it was tantamount to the cruelest punishment for parents.

Besides their sympathy, what made them even more curious was that according to the families of these children, these children could be resurrected.

It was said that the monk Fakong had recently mastered a Buddhist mantra, the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra, which could bring back to life those who died within seven days and no more than one person.

If someone else said this, saying that it could bring people back to life, the pilgrims would definitely look down on them and call them liars.

But when it came to Fakong, they didn't dare to say so.

Eight of the ten pilgrims believed it directly, and the remaining two were half-believing and half-doubting. For the sake of caution, they could not say it was true without seeing Fakong perform the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra with their own eyes. Maybe it was just a rumor spread by others.

It's not that they don't believe Fakong, but they don't believe this, and they suspect that someone is deliberately spreading rumors.

If someone deliberately did something bad, saying that the monk Fakong had mastered the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra and could bring people back to life, but the monk Fakong had not mastered it and could not bring people back to life.

Then the parents of these children will definitely be disappointed, and they may even vent their anger on the monk Fakong, thus making those who spread the rumors proud.

There are all kinds of things in this world. Sometimes even what you see with your own eyes may not be true, let alone what you hear.

"Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra..."

"Is there such a Buddhist mantra in the world? I have never heard of it."

"I don't think any monk has ever performed it in the past dynasties?"

"Old Jiang, you are familiar with historical anecdotes, especially the historical anecdotes of Buddhism. Is there such a thing?"

"...No." An old man with white hair and white beard stroked his beard, shook his head and sighed: "In the past dynasties, there has never been a monk like the monk Fakong. There are people who pray for rain, but there are no people who pray for blessings. The monk Fakong can do what others cannot do. He can be said to be the first monk in ancient and modern times!... So it is not impossible for the monk to bring the dead back to life."

"That's right."

"We still need to verify it with the monk. , lest people with ulterior motives mess around. "

"Hey, Lao Meng, you are cautious, and you are careful in everything you do, as if everyone is a bad person."

"Lao Meng has a good temperament, and he will not suffer any loss."

"How can people not suffer any loss in this world? How can there be so many losses? Living like this is too tiring!"

"I don't feel tired, it's quite comfortable." Lao Meng was very proud: "At least I won't be fooled around by others."

"Okay, Lao Meng, what do you mean by this?"

"Okay, okay, Lao Ye, everyone knows that you are talking about, so don't bother with Lao Meng."

"Haha..."

Everyone laughed unkindly.

"Hey, the divine monk is here!"

Fakong walked out of the gate of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

The purple gold cassock fluttered, and Fakong walked calmly, followed by Hai Ming and six people and Xu Qingluo and four people.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Fakong walked slowly to the ten small coffins, clasped his hands together and bowed to the men and women beside the coffins, then closed his eyes and did not move.

Xu Qingluo and the others looked around and found that more and more people were gathering around.

After these people came over, they clasped their hands together and bowed, but did not speak to disturb Fakong, but just looked at him respectfully.

Fakong made a seal with his hands and murmured Buddhist scriptures.

The chanting sound was light and thin, but it was clearly heard by everyone around.

People only felt that the chanting sound came from the horizon at first, as if it was in the clouds, and came slowly.

After a while, they felt that the chanting sound came from the soles of their feet, passed through their soles to their bodies and then to their ears, and rang in their hearts.

This feeling was very strange, but very real, and then they saw Fakong emitting a soft white light, which gradually enveloped himself and then enveloped the ten coffins.

Including the men and women beside the coffin, they were also enveloped by the white light, and they felt that the light was shining in their hearts, driving away the haze in their hearts.

They became excited and expectant, thinking that their children could be saved, and they would definitely be saved!

They looked full of longing.

The white light became stronger and stronger, as thick as a white cocoon, wrapping them in it. After a cup of tea, the white light quickly faded and all converged into the coffin.

Fakong stopped chanting, opened his eyes, and waved his long sleeves.

The lids of all ten coffins floated up and fell lightly to the side.

Then children crawled out of the coffins one by one.

They all had ruddy faces and confused eyes, as if they had just woken up.