Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The middle-aged woman who was still charming asked hurriedly: "Master, where did you get the divine water?"

"I asked for it from Divine Monk Fakong of Xuankong Temple." Zhou Wenjing put it to the child's mouth, but the child's eyes were closed and his lips were tightly closed, making it impossible to feed him.

He hesitated, preparing to stimulate his acupuncture points and ask his grandson to open his mouth to pour the divine water in.

Xu Qingluo frowned and looked at the child, shook her head and said, "Mr. Zhou, it's not appropriate to force him into the child."

If I didn't see the child as innocent and pitiful, I wouldn't want to talk more.

Zhou Wenjing turned around and looked over.

Xu Qingluo said: "This is a sign of panic. You can't force it. It's best to heat the sacred water, and then the child will drink it naturally."

"Heating?" Zhou Wenjing frowned.

He was worried that after heating, the magical water would lose its magical effect.

Xu Qingluo said: "You might as well heat up half a bowl and try the effect."

"Since Miss Xu said it, Deputy Palace Master Zhou might as well give it a try. There is nothing we can do anyway, right?" Zhu Jiong said.

Zhou Wenjing glared at the young man: "You bastard, why don't you get a bowl over here? Why are you standing there in such a daze!"

"Oh, okay." The young man agreed hastily and ran out in a panic.

Zhou Wenjing snorted coldly.

The beautiful young woman hugged the child tightly and stared at the divine water eagerly: "Dad, this divine water..."

"Don't worry, Divine Monk Fakong can even resurrect the dead." Zhou Wenjing was determined: "Xuan'er is saved!"

The beautiful young woman suddenly burst into tears and cried: "If I can save Xuan'er, I will repay the holy monk even if I am a cow or a horse!"

Zhou Wenjing looked at the child with pity: "Xuan'er will be fine!"

The young man ran back with two bowls in his hands, one with celadon and the other with white porcelain. The white porcelain bowl was large and the celadon bowl was small.

Zhou Wenjing glared at him: "One is enough, why take so many!"

The young man murmured: "I..."

"Use this!" Zhou Wenjing interrupted him and sipped at the celadon bowl.

The young man quickly put down the other white porcelain bowl and brought the celadon bowl over.

"Catch it!" Zhou Wenjing snorted.

He poured half the bowl of divine water into the celadon bowl, and the remaining half bowl of divine water quickly began to steam.

However, he directly heated the divine water with Gang Qi, and soon the heat was flowing, and the temperature was enough.

This time the white porcelain bowl was brought to the child's mouth.

His mouth actually opened on its own, his purple lips were pouty, and he leaned forward with his eyes closed, like a thirsty traveler in the desert.

Zhou Wenjing hurriedly put the bowl over, looked at the child carefully, watched the child open his mouth wide and swallow hard, and quickly drank up half of the bowl of divine water.

"Uh-" Zhou Wenjing let out a long breath, relieved, and her back was already wet with cold sweat.

After the child drank up the divine water, the bruises on his skin faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to pale color.

Everyone was overjoyed.

Apparently the magic water is working and he is getting better.

The young woman's tears kept falling, wetting the child's clothes, causing the young man to glare at her.

This earned Zhou Wenjing an angry glare and gave him a fierce look.

The young man had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

"Well..." The child suddenly made a voice and opened his eyes with difficulty.

Zhou Wenjing hurriedly approached and said softly: "Xuan'er? Xuan'er?"

The child's eyes gradually became clear, and he said hoarsely: "Grandpa."

"Good boy." Zhou Wenjing smiled and said, "You are saved. I will cure you soon."

He took off the beads from his wrist, strung them on the child's wrist, and said softly: "Xuan'er, you have to learn the rejuvenation mantra."

Zhou Zi preached: "Grandpa, what is the Rejuvenation Spell?"

"The Rejuvenation Mantra is a Buddhist mantra with incredible magical effects. If Xuan'erqin learns it and recites it, he will be able to cure his own illness."

"Grandpa, can't you?" Zhou Zixuan said: "If the rejuvenation spell is really so effective, wouldn't we have used it earlier? Why do we need to see so many doctors?"

"It's different." Zhou Wenjing smiled and said, "Xuan'er, other spells don't work, but the rejuvenation spell does."

He glared at the young man: "Hurry up and find the rejuvenation spell!"

"Yes." The young man said hurriedly: "But father, the rejuvenation spell is really..."

"Stop blabbering!" Zhou Wenjing shouted: "Look for a temple. Any temple should have this rejuvenation mantra!"

Xu Qingluo said: "Master Zhou, no need, I know the rejuvenation spell."

Zhou Wenjing looked at her and smiled: "Miss Xu, right? Then you'll have a lot of work."

Xu Qingluo smiled: "It's just a little effort, Mr. Zhou doesn't have to be so polite."

Zhou Wenjing smiled and nodded, her face darkened and she glared at the young man: "Hurry up and prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones!"

The young man nodded hurriedly and left in a hurry. He quickly brought out a table with pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it.

Xu Qingluo was not polite. She put up a pen and wrote down a rejuvenation spell. She picked up the paper and blew lightly before handing it to the young man.

The young man presented it to Zhou Wenjing. Zhou Wenjing did not recognize the Rejuvenation Mantra, but did not express any doubt and began to teach Zhou Zi to read it word by word.

Zhou Zixuan showed amazing learning ability. He quickly memorized the Rejuvenation Mantra and began to recite it again.

Everyone stared at him closely, watching him recite the rejuvenation mantra.

He suddenly looked at the prayer beads on his wrist in surprise, then closed his eyes and remained motionless, as if stunned.

Everyone could see that his face quickly turned rosy, and in the blink of an eye, he became a healthy and normal person.

"Mom, it's too hot." Zhou Zixuan twisted his body.

The beautiful young woman saw this and quickly let go of her hand, saying softly: "Xuan'er, how do you feel?"

Zhou Wenjing stepped forward and touched his wrist, then touched his forehead, smiling: "Haha, Xuan'er is fine!"

"Really fine?" the middle-aged woman asked hurriedly.

Zhou Wenjing said with emotion: "He is indeed worthy of being the monk Fakong!"

He clasped his hands and saluted in the direction of Xuankong Temple, with a solemn expression.

The middle-aged woman, the young woman and the man all clasped their hands and saluted in the direction of Xuankong Temple, grateful beyond words.

"Master, I will go to Xuankong Temple to kowtow tomorrow." The middle-aged woman said, "Donate more incense money."

"Xuankong Temple is closed." Zhou Wenjing shook his head: "You want to donate but there is nowhere to donate. The monk Fakong will not accept it."

"Ah?" The middle-aged woman was surprised: "Then...then..."

"I will repay you later." Zhou Wenjing said, "There will always be a chance. Let's find a doctor to see Xuan'er first to see if he is really well."

I judged that Xuan'er was full of blood and was already a strong boy, but I was not a doctor after all, so I might not be able to see him well.

"Okay." The young man ran away.

Zhou Wenjing looked at Zhou Zixuan with a smile.

Zhu Jiong looked at Zhou Zixuan with envy: "Deputy Palace Master Zhou, can I see the young master Zhou?"

"What are you going to do?" Zhou Wenjing frowned.

Zhu Jiong said with a smile: "Your grandson is very smart. I want to see if his physique is suitable for martial arts training."

"Do you want him to join the Wuchang Sword Sect?"

"We, the Wuchang Sword Sect, will not bury your grandson, right?"

"You are just thinking about good things." Zhou Wenjing snorted: "He will not join the Wuchang Sword Sect."

Gao Huai'en said with a smile: "You can consider joining our Broken Star Sword Sect."

Zhou Wenjing glanced at Gao Huai'en and shook his head.

Xu Qingluo stepped forward, smiled at Zhou Zixuan, and waved: "Xuan'er, come here."

Zhou Zixuan hesitated for a moment, stood up and approached Xu Qingluo.

Xu Qingluo took him in her arms, touched his head, and said with emotion: "He is indeed a genius. I really want to congratulate Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Wenjing looked at Zhou Zixuan with a smile: "Xuan'er is indeed smart. God is jealous of talents, so he has to suffer such hardships."

"I have an idea." Xu Qingluo said.

Zhou Wenjing looked at her.

Everyone cast their eyes.

Xu Qingluo said: "Why not let him worship the monk Fakong as his master."