Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

She pursed her lips and chuckled, looking at Fakong.

Fakong also smiled.

He was used to these things now, and understood that they were not in awe of him, but his magical powers and life and death.

Wasn't he also afraid of life and death?

So he could understand them and would not be arrogant because of this.

"It seems that the people of Changling City welcome you very much." Yang Shuangting smiled.

Fakong smiled: "I am honored."

Yang Shuangting stared at him, trying to see through his thoughts.

Fakong said: "Benefiting all living beings and promoting Buddhism is the responsibility of being a Buddhist disciple."

Yang Shuangting said: "Just like this?"

She felt that Fakong's actions were not so simple. The reason for building a branch temple here might not be so simple.

There must be other intentions.

Is there something mysterious about Zhongshan?

The dense trees on Zhongshan are far from comparable to other mountains. Is there something strange?

Fakong saw through her thoughts and smiled without further explanation.

Yang Shuangting's thoughts were not wrong.

Zhongshan is indeed different from ordinary mountains.

With his mind's eye, he found that the terrain here was mysterious, and it was a naturally formed spiritual vein.

In his mind's eye, Zhongshan was shrouded in white mist, which looked like the morning mist and the drizzle.

This rich spiritual energy did not come from the earth, but from the void.

It seemed that there was really a sweet rain.

The last time he came here, he had not discovered this mystery, because this sweet rain did not fall continuously, but was like rain.

It would fall occasionally, but not normally.

He had always thought that it was the spiritual energy from the earth vein, because the spiritual energy of the earth vein was indeed very abundant, even better than other mountains.

Zangkong Temple was located in this mountain, and he wanted to get a glimpse of the mystery.

Zangkong Temple had built the Little Western Paradise, which was in a world of its own. In this world, he knew everything.

Through the perception of the Little Western Paradise, he knew that the spiritual energy that fell from the void was different from the surrounding spiritual energy.

The purity of spiritual energy is higher. If you practice in such spiritual energy, you will progress faster and the power of the Gangqi will be stronger.

So this is a holy place for practicing martial arts. It can be said to be a unique resource. If you can figure out the secret of spiritual energy, you may be able to increase its effect several times or even dozens of times.

The Little Western Paradise is the key to unlocking the mystery.

The dishes for the two were served quickly, and Fakong chatted with her while eating.

"I want to go over and burn incense later."

"Okay."

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The setting sun still stubbornly did not fall, and the afterglow shone on Zhongshan.

Zhongshan became extremely lively.

There was the noise of birds returning to their nests, and the bustle of pedestrians.

On the white stone steps, dozens of people were going up and down, but they were people who came after hearing the news.

The news that Zangkong Temple was built did not spread widely, but it had spread among some people.

They all wanted to rush to burn incense before others and meet the monk Fakong to give themselves a guarantee.

When it comes to life, no one will fall behind.

Seeing such a bustle, Yang Shuangting shook his head and admired. The reputation of the monk Fakong was greater and more attractive than he had imagined.

With the performance of the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra several times and the holding of the Return to Life Ceremony, the name of the monk Fakong became more and more famous.

Everyone in Tianjing City knew about it, and it was spreading with Tianjing City as the center.

Changling Mansion was not too far from Tianjing City, and the news also came over.

"It's really lively." Yang Shuangting looked at the people around him: "So many people, don't disturb your meditation?"

Fakong smiled and shook his head: "I won't be here all the time, I come here occasionally."

Yang Shuangting sighed: "This Zhongshan is actually a good place for practice. There were several temples originally, but unfortunately they all fell into decline one by one, and now there is no temple left."

Fakong raised his eyebrows: "How many temples were there originally?"

Yang Shuangting said: "There were nine temples in total, but none of them could be passed down for more than a hundred years, and the inheritance was broken within a hundred years."

Fakong was thoughtful.

Yang Shuangting said: "I have investigated carefully. There is no external force. It is just that the disciples of the temple are weak and weak. The generation is worse than the generation, and the population is getting thinner and thinner, which leads to the decline of the temple. No one cares about it, and it will eventually die out."

"All nine temples are like this. Isn't it strange?" Fakong said.

Yang Shuangting said: "In fact, this is normal. Except for those top big sects, the decline of small sects is normal. They rise and fall, and die."

Fakong nodded slowly.

Yang Shuangting is right.

The smaller the sect, the weaker the risk resistance, just like the enterprises in the previous life, the most likely to go bankrupt are those small and micro enterprises, and large enterprises have stronger risk resistance and survive longer.

Yang Shuangting smiled and said: "If the Great Miaolian Temple builds a branch temple here, it will be difficult to decline, so we can't blame this place for being bad, but the temple is too small and can't withstand the squeeze of the Great Miaolian Temple."

Most of the reasons for the decline of these small temples are that the existence of the Great Miaolian Temple squeezes their living space.

People offer incense to the Great Miaolian Temple and are reluctant to pay for other temples.

Fakong said, "I see."

Yang Shuangting said, "If you want your Zangkong Temple to not decline, you must be able to withstand the pressure from the Great Miaolian Temple."

Fakong smiled and looked at her.

Yang Shuangting snorted, "Do you think I am trying to sow discord?"

Fakong smiled and said, "Is there anything wrong?"

"You will know how powerful it is later." Yang Shuangting snorted.

The two walked to the middle of the mountain and turned right, and there was a white stone path leading to the woods.

In the dense woods on both sides, each tree is tall and strong, with an ancient and mysterious look. Looking up, the treetops seem to cover the sky and the sun.

Some trees are charred black, obviously struck by lightning. Some are killed, and some are half dead, but the remaining half still has green branches.

Walking more than fifty meters away, there is an ancient and solemn temple in front of us.

Yellow walls and black tiles, the yellow glazed tiles on the roof flicker softly under the setting sun, solemn and solemn.

Above the temple gate hangs a plaque with three golden characters "Zangkong Temple", which is magnificent and vigorous.

There are nine steps at the entrance of the temple, and under the steps is an open space, about thirty meters long and square.

At this time, dozens of pilgrims have stood on the open space, lined up in a row, leading all the way to the gate of the temple.

Fakong and Yang Shuangting came to the gate of Zangkong Temple and entered the temple in the surprised eyes of people.

As soon as he stepped into the temple, Yang Shuangting's eyes flashed.

She was sensitive and felt the difference immediately, as if she had come out of the water and breathed the free air.

Her whole body suddenly became light and she felt like flying.

She looked at Fakong in surprise.

Fakong smiled: "This temple has been transformed and has become my temple. How is it?"

Yang Shuangting closed her eyes and felt it carefully.

Fakong said nothing more and looked at the two monks in front of the main hall, one was passing incense and the other was lighting incense.

The pilgrims only needed to take the lit sandalwood, salute the golden Buddha statue in the main hall, and then insert the sandalwood into the incense burner.

Some stood to salute, and some knelt down and kowtowed.

Yang Shuangting slowly opened her bright eyes and looked around. Her eyes were shining and beautiful.

Fakong smiled.

Yang Shuangting felt something strange, but it was impossible to figure it out.