Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

He suddenly found that the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, which had been stuck in place and refused to move forward, suddenly entered the fourth level.

It had stopped at the peak of the third level, and no matter how hard he practiced, he could not go any further.

But at this moment, he actually stepped into the fourth level.

He felt an invisible force emerge from nowhere and injected into his body, and the fourth level of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art began to operate without his urging.

There was something strange about the index and middle fingers of his right hand. Looking down, he saw a faint golden light flowing between the two fingers.

His hands were like white jade, which was caused by practicing the Taiyin Xiaolianxing.

The current situation was as if the white jade was injected with gold juice, and the gold juice was filling the index and middle fingers bit by bit.

Until the index and middle fingers of his right hand completely turned golden, turning into golden fingers, the fourth level of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art suddenly accelerated.

The index and middle fingers suddenly burst out with golden light, and then returned to their original state, and the gold disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened.

Fakong smiled.

He discovered something strange.

The fourth level of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art no longer needed to be operated, it had already changed from manual to automatic.

The invisible force was supporting it to operate on its own. It would not stop whether Fakong was sleeping, eating or doing anything else.

Unless it was specifically stopped, it would operate all the time.

This would be much easier and safer.

Fakong looked down at his two fingers, and inexplicably developed a strong confidence that two fingers could pierce the sky and pierce everything.

Two fingers could also withstand everything.

He knew it was an illusion, put down the two fingers, and looked up at the girls.

They all smiled, closed their eyes and practiced, and could not wait to start practicing.

The invisible breath circulated around them.

At the time of the initiation, Fakong had already injected them with a pure breath, which was the vitality of the Piyuan Shen Needle.

This vitality would save them several years of foundation building, and they could practice directly. As long as they practiced this vitality more and more, their realm would naturally advance by leaps and bounds.

The Piyuan Divine Needle is best at opening meridians and breaking acupoints, and the progress will be extremely fast, not inferior to the magic skills.

When Fakong was initiating, he penetrated their bodies and judged that they would be able to enter the Tianyuan realm in a year.

When they reach the Tianyuan realm, they will pose a huge threat to the masters of the Shenyuan realm. The Piyuan Divine Needle is best at breaking the Gangqi.

This is the unique skill of the Zhenyuan Sect, a sect that has been extinct in Dayun. It is extremely vicious and is feared by all the sects in Dayun Wulin.

The Piyuan Divine Needle is amazingly powerful and can be cultivated quickly, but it has two fatal shortcomings, which makes it rare for people to practice it.

First, it takes the path of extreme refinement and purity, so the vitality is not strong enough.

It may only shoot a dozen needles at a time, and then the thief will be gone, unable to fight again, and can only flee.

Second, the Piyuan Divine Needle is extremely mentally exhausting.

Even if the cultivation is profound, it is probably impossible to shoot too many needles, because each needle condenses a lot of mental power. After a dozen needles, the spirit is exhausted and unable to fight again, and it still has to flee.

Fakong felt that they usually stayed in Mingyue Embroidery Tower, and even if they went out to play, they would not encounter dozens of enemies.

Moreover, if they did, it was unlikely that there would be dozens of top masters. They would fight and flee. Those who could keep up with Qinggong could be dealt with by Piyuan Divine Needle, and those who could not keep up could be ignored.

So for them at this stage, it was enough.

There were not many extraordinary skills in the world that could be achieved quickly, were powerful, and did not affect their will, and they were also in line with their professions. This Piyuan Divine Needle was most suitable for them.

Fakong looked up at the sky and decided to wake them up.

If they delayed too long, gossip would come.

It was not because they were afraid of affecting the reputation of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple, but their reputation, and even the reputation of Mingyue Embroidery Tower.

They were reluctant to wake up, their eyes shining with excitement.

This feeling of rapid progress was too addictive.

Fakong said in a gentle voice: "After you go back, you can practice while embroidering, and unite your mind and needle. Warming up your mind and needle will also warm up your mind."

"Thank you, Master." The women clasped their hands together and bowed, and then left lightly.

In this moment, their steps have become lighter and their postures more graceful.

This Piyuan Divine Needle is indeed magical.

Lin Feiyang happened to come over and saw them leaving lightly. He looked at them in confusion and felt that they had changed, but he couldn't tell where the change was.

Fakong waved his hand, indicating that he should stop talking nonsense and calm down.

He still had to study the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, why did he suddenly step into the fourth level? This is merit.

And merit is what he has been studying hard.

Now he finally has merit, as if he created the world, which is very important.

Lin Feiyang turned and left.

Fakong walked with his hands behind his back, came to the pavilion, and went directly into the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda.

At this time, his understanding was at its peak, studying the generation of merit.

He did a lot of good things. After coming to Shenjing, he also did good things to try to gain merit.

He saved Xu Qingluo, saved Old Lady Weng, and saved Old Man Ding, but none of them gained merit.

The old and the young, only the middle-aged ones were not saved. It seems that saving people alone does not gain merit, and other conditions are required.

Then why did helping the girls actually gain merit?

In his opinion, this was a small matter and could not be compared with saving people.

Moreover, there was no merit when saving them, but only helping them practice the martial arts they had always wanted to practice, so there was merit?

What exactly is merit?

His mind was like lightning, thoughts came up one after another, and then quickly extinguished, and they kept coming up and going. He didn't know how long it had been.

At a certain moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and a thought came to his mind: Could it be that merit can only be generated among believers?

If there is no power of faith, then there is no merit?

He didn't know how this thought came up, whether it was a revelation from the dark, or an inspiration after his own deep thinking.

Suddenly, he felt that this thought might not be untrue.

Could it be that the people he saved did not get merit, not because he was not pure-hearted, but because he was mixed with utilitarianism?

But because they were not his believers, so even if he saved them, he would not get merit?

He tried to analyze why the two ancestors were able to achieve Vajra by merit, and put his conjecture into it. The logic was closed and there were no loopholes.

He even used this conjecture to speculate on what the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas did.

They promoted Buddhism and saved sentient beings from the sea of ​​suffering for their own cultivation. Why was promoting Buddhism and saving sentient beings from the sea of ​​suffering beneficial to their cultivation?

Is it just because it makes their mind more peaceful? More profound?

I am afraid not, maybe it contains the great secret of this merit.

He was slightly interested in his heart. If his guess was true, then he would be on the right path to achieve Vajra.

But if that was the case, why didn't the ancestors of all generations point it out?

If they pointed it out directly, the disciples of later generations would climb the steps and practice step by step. Why must they keep it secret?

He then thought that it might not be passed on to others.

Otherwise, it is hard to say how many years the Vajra Temple can survive.

After he figured it out, the next step was to verify it.

Coming out of the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda, he looked up at the old monk Huiling, who was lying on the bell wood with his legs crossed.

The old monk Huiling suddenly turned over and looked at him: "Abbot, what do you want to see the old man?"

"Master, please teach me a few moves." Fakong smiled.

"Okay!" The old monk Huiling agreed without hesitation, jumped down, and his short and fat right palm had already slapped out.

Fakong closed his eyes.

From what he saw, a ball of white light had already appeared on the back of Master Huiling's head. He had shown his true ability.

His index and middle fingers were like swords, and he stabbed lightly, performing the sword technique of the Heavenly Punishment Sword.

"Haha!" Master Huiling laughed.

Fingers against fists, and fists of a higher rank. The abbot was really young and energetic.

"Bang!" He was stunned, took two steps back, looked at Fakong in surprise, and looked down at his chubby palms.

A red dot appeared on the palm, and it was bleeding!

Fakong felt himself, and there was nothing unusual. His index and middle fingers isolated Master Huiling's fist power, and could not invade. His own strength increased greatly, and he stood firmly in the same place, and even had some strength to spare.

The two fingers were extremely solid, just like a sword.

Master Huiling was surprised: "Vajra Indestructible Divine Art?"

Fakong smiled and clasped his hands together.

Monk Huiling blinked his eyes and said in surprise: "Abbot, you have practiced the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art to the fourth level? Have you seen the real secrets?"

"Has my great uncle practiced it?"

"No." Monk Huiling waved his hands: "I won't suffer that. I've been eating and drinking well all my life. Why practice this!"

Fakong smiled and said: "Great uncle, let's try again."

"Forget it, the fourth level of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art..." Monk Huiling waved his hands: "It's too frustrating to fight with you. I won't play anymore!"

He jumped out of the yard and landed back on the fourth floor of the Sutra Library, on the crossbar for striking the bell. He crossed his legs and closed his eyes as if he was sleeping.

Fakong stared at his two fingers thoughtfully, and suddenly gently inserted them into the stone table next to him.

Silently, the index and middle fingers were inserted, as if inserted into tofu.

Fakong retracted his two fingers and smiled.

Sure enough, it was the body that changed.

It's a pity that only the index and middle fingers of the right hand were changed. If it was the whole body, it would be able to dominate the world.

If you encounter a first-class master, you don't even need to hide, just push forward, that's the most exciting!

He imagined the future, fascinated.

After a moment, he regained his spirit and returned to reality.

Now, he still has to be careful of first-class masters, don't be ambushed and surrounded by them.

He immediately thought of the believers.

If his guess is correct, then he has to develop believers.

Maybe he has to show his magical powers and Buddhist mantras.

He suddenly reached into his arms and looked at the wordless Buddhist scriptures and the three prayers.

The Cloud-Moving Rain Mantra.

These three prayers contain countless small characters, which are also prayers, and are actually the true mystery of this mantra.

These prayers are entangled together, forming a series of strange movements.

Each prayer seems to contain a set of movements, so when it was memorized at that time, it was moving, and this movement should be a set of movements.

I haven't fully understood it yet.

If I understand it, I will use this Cloud-Moving Rain Mantra, which is the real great magical power and great mantra.

Not only can it relieve the people's disasters, but it can also develop many believers.

The more believers there are, the more wishes there are. If their strong wishes are fulfilled, they should be able to gain merit, just like last time.

Thinking of this, his fear of the prayers disappeared, and he regained his strong fighting spirit and began to continue to work hard on these prayers.

No matter how he studies it now, it's not quite right. He judged that there is a key thing missing.

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