Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Abbot, you're back." Monk Huiling looked up at Fakong, and with a smile on his right hand, he was about to mess up the chessboard.

Unfortunately, the tall old monk on the opposite side saw through his trick and blocked it with his hand.

Monk Huiling turned his wrist and wiped it again, but was blocked by the old monk on the opposite side. The two of them used their left palms to fight their right fists at an extremely fast speed and in various ways, which made people dazzled.

"Hey, old bald donkey Zhiyuan, you're too much!"

"You're the one who's too much!"

"Is this your attitude of begging for help?" Monk Huiling sneered, "Okay, then you leave now!"

"I'm not begging you!" Monk Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.

Fakong didn't need to ask, he knew that the old monk with white beard and eyebrows in front of him was Zhiyuan, the first-rank monk of Feitian Temple.

Monk Zhiyuan must have been a handsome man when he was young.

He was tall and straight, sitting there like a strong pine tree.

A straight nose, phoenix eyes, sword-like eyebrows, and a spirited look.

Compared to his uprightness and spirited look, the old monk Huiling was like a ball, and his spirit was far inferior.

Fakong clasped his hands and said, "Uncle Master Zhiyuan."

"Fakong, I have something to ask you." The old monk Zhiyuan stroked his beard and looked at Fakong, saying calmly.

Fakong smiled: "I don't know what Uncle Master Zhiyuan wants to ask you, I will do my best."

He could guess what the old monk Zhiyuan wanted to ask for.

"Mei Sanbian." Zhiyuan said lightly: "He can't live."

Wang Qingshan can't kill him, otherwise it would be a provocation to the court.

But if Mei Sanbian is still alive, where is the face of the Great Snow Mountain Sect and Feitian Temple? So Mei Sanbian must be killed!

But the problem now is that Mei Sanbian was hidden by Wang Qingshan using the skill of covering the sky and covering the sun. No one can sense Mei Sanbian's breath and can't find him!

Even if he is a first-class, there is nothing he can do.

Let alone the other people in the temple, the tracking technique is useless, no matter how deep the practice is, it is useless, just can't sense it.

So he can only ask Fakong for help.

Let's see if Fakong's magical power can catch up with Mei Sanbian.

Fakong pondered.

"A bottle of Feitian Pill." Monk Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.

Fakong shook his head and smiled: "Uncle Master Zhiyuan, this time, I don't want Feitian Pill."

Feitian Pill is already in short supply, and it's useless to ask for more.

"Then what do you want?" Monk Zhiyuan looked at him deeply.

This is a good opportunity to ask for a big mouthful of blood. Fakong will never let it go, and Feitian Temple can only grit its teeth and bleed.

Fakong smiled and said: "I just want a favor from my uncle."

"...Okay." Old Monk Zhiyuan hesitated for a while, and finally nodded slowly.

He owed a big favor.

A favor means that as long as Fakong asks for it, he must agree to help, no matter what it is.

Fakong smiled: "Do you have any of Mei Sanbian's belongings?"

"...No." Old Monk Zhiyuan shook his head.

Fakong frowned: "Nothing?"

"No." Old Monk Zhiyuan shook his head: "They were clean, nothing was left on them."

Old Monk Huiling laughed: "You are so subtle, old bald donkey. Everyone in Shenjing knows that the three of them were stripped clean and died naked."

Zhiyuan glared at him coldly.

Huiling was complacent: "What are you looking at? Am I wrong?"

"...They deliberately erased the traces and left nothing behind." Zhiyuan said with a gloomy face.

Fakong pondered.

"If it doesn't work, forget it." Zhiyuan said.

He showed his disappointment without hiding it.

If Fakong's magical power doesn't work, then he can only force the Demon Sect Chenghai Dao, and I'm afraid there will be a big battle.

I don't know how many disciples will die by then.

"Where are the bodies of the three uncles?"

"Still in the outer courtyard."

"I want to send the three uncles to the Western Paradise, so I have to perform the Great Light Mantra, so that I can see what they see and hear at the moment of their death."

"..." Zhiyuan looked at Fakong steadily.

Old Monk Huiling laughed and said, "Old bald donkey, haven't you heard of the abbot's Great Light Mantra? Impossible?"

As the saying goes, knowing yourself and knowing the enemy, Feitian Temple has been keeping a close eye on Vajra Temple, and will know immediately if there is any movement.

They know that Fakong is proficient in Buddhist mantras.

But people have a habit, and the more confident people are, the more they have this habit, hearing is false and seeing is true.

They may even deny that seeing is true, and seeing may not be true.

They half-believe in Fakong's Buddhist mantra, but this rainfall incident gave them a great shock.

So when Zhiyuan couldn't find Mei Sanbian, he wanted Fakong to try.

"Okay!" Zhiyuan nodded slowly: "Follow me!"

The old monk Huiling followed, and the three of them floated over the wall of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, floated over a forest, and then came to the outer courtyard of the Feitian Temple.

Although the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple and the outer courtyard of the Feitian Temple are next to each other, they are not separated by a wall. There is a lush forest with dense giant trees between the two temples.

This forest is at the foot of the mountain.

The mountain is Zihua Mountain, which is not famous and not high, just about the same height as the Sutra Library.

But the forest is dense, and each ancient tree is tall enough to reach the sky.

And there are many birds.

Every morning when Fakong wakes up, his ears are filled with their clear chirping.

The layout of the outer courtyard of the Feitian Temple is similar to that of the Vajra Temple. The last courtyard is the pagoda garden, where a stupa and a Dharma altar are built.

The Dharma altar is used when a certain monk passes away, and the monks chant scriptures to bless and help send him to the West.

The Vajra Temple has no altar, only a pagoda.

Because the bodies of the Vajra Temple disciples can remain incorruptible for a long time after death, they can be calmly sent back to the Vajra Temple in the Great Snow Mountain, where the monks will pray for the souls of the dead, and the relics will be placed in the pagoda in the temple to keep company with their fellow disciples.

This is not the case with the Feitian Temple.

The disciples of the Feitian Temple cannot achieve the same long-term incorruption and immortality as the disciples of the Vajra Temple. They need to be cremated on the spot, find the relics, and then enter the relic pagoda to continue to appreciate the prosperity of the capital.

Or they can also take the relics back to the Feitian Temple to keep company with their fellow disciples.

At this time, there are three Arhat beds on the altar, and a middle-aged monk with a distorted face is lying on each of them.

Even though their faces are distorted, you can still see that they originally have excellent looks and good skin.

Beside the three Arhat beds, a total of eight middle-aged monks are sitting cross-legged, chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, and their voices are faint.

Zhiyuan said: "Fakong, just cast the mantra directly, don't pay attention to them."

"Yes." Fakong clasped his hands together.

He formed a seal with his left palm, raised his right palm, and shone white light on the three people.

The eight middle-aged monks who were chanting were surprised. They did not stop chanting, but looked curiously.

Seeing that Master Zhiyuan was there, they were not very wary of Fakong and the others. They were just curious about how Fakong came back here.

Of course, they all recognized Fakong, the abbot of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple. They secretly saw him when Fakong went to Guanyun Tower for dinner and commented on him.

They all thought that Fakong had an ordinary appearance and ordinary cultivation. It was very likely that the abbot of the Vajra Temple, Monk Huian, was confused for a while to become the abbot.

Under the white light, the souls of the three of them quickly emerged, and then twisted and changed into three little people. They looked calm and clasped their hands together to pay tribute to Fakong.

Then they turned into three white lights and soared into the sky.

Today's blue sky has a few white clouds, unlike the cloudless sky yesterday.

The clouds in the sky suddenly turned colorful and golden, as if the morning sun was hidden behind the clouds, emitting a thousand-foot-high light.

Fakong clasped his hands and bowed: "Amitabha!"

The golden color of the clouds slowly dissipated, and the sky returned to normal.

This scene would not attract people's attention, and even if they saw it, they would think they were dazzled and had an illusion.

Zhiyuan stared at Fakong deeply.

Having seen the Great Light Mantra performed with his own eyes, he had extraordinary eyesight and saw the vague strange appearance behind the clouds.

The ground was made of white jade, the walls were paved with golden bricks, and the roof was made of colored glaze, emitting colorful light. It was indeed the Western Paradise described in the Buddhist scriptures.

Fakong closed his eyes and experienced the memories of the three people.

Among the three, the monk Haijing had the strongest cultivation.

He entered Feitian Temple when he was young and devoted himself to practicing Feitian Lingyun Sutra. His experience was ordinary and without any twists and turns.

He practiced again and again until he entered the third rank.

After entering the third grade, you need to practice to enter the second grade or even the first grade. The luxurious place of Shenjing is the best training ground for Feitian Lingyun Sutra.

Only then did Fakong know that the disciples of Feitian Temple started with ascetic practice. They did not turn over their knuckles, did not take a bath, stood in the cold wind, and stood on cliffs. Some were dangerous and some were painful. They were all painful practices that went against human nature.

Compared with their practice, the disciples of Vajra Temple were like in a honey pot. The sufferings of the disciples of Vajra Temple were not worth mentioning compared with those of Feitian Temple.

It was because of the ascetic practice that they honed their pure and firm will, so that they could retreat unscathed when they planted the golden lotus in the poisonous fire later.

Without such painful tempering, it would be impossible to succeed.

Even with such ascetic practice, there are still many disciples who have made great achievements.

They are dissolute on the outside and pure on the inside. This is the real disciple of Feitian Temple.

However, people are often deceived by appearances, thinking that all the disciples of Feitian Temple are enjoying happiness and having endless good fortunes, but they don’t know their true colors.

Fakong opened his eyes, came to the monk Haijing, put his hand on his shoulder, and suddenly his mouth opened.

Zhiyuan asked: "What's going on?"

"Master Zhiyuan, please look at Master Haijing's teeth."

"... One is missing?"

"It should be Mei Sanbian's doing." Fakong said slowly.

When Mei Sanbian came to pry Haijing's teeth, Haijing had not completely died, but he was already exhausted, and the thief was gone, and his fingers could not move.

He could only watch Mei Sanbian pry open his mouth, and actually took out a tooth silently without bleeding.

"Damn it!" Zhiyuan's eyes flashed coldly.

This was the trophy collected by Mei Sanbian, a humiliation to Haijing, and also a humiliation to the entire Feitian Temple!

He could imagine that Mei Sanbian must have put these teeth together, admired them carefully, and slowly savored his masterpiece.

Fakong's eyes suddenly became deep, and after a moment he said softly: "I found him!"

"Where is he?!" Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.

Fakong stretched out his hand: "Uncle Zhiyuan, give me one of your belongings."

Zhiyuan handed him the Buddhist beads on his wrist without saying anything.

Fakong took it and disappeared the next moment.

Old Monk Huiling smiled and said: "Old bald donkey, are you convinced?"

Zhiyuan glared at him coldly, thinking that he couldn't see the timing. It was already this time, and he was still talking about this!

"Stupid!" Old Monk Huiling curled his lips: "Sense your Buddhist beads. If you find this kid, you will find Mei Sanbian!"

"... Let's go!" Zhiyuan's eyes flashed with cold light, and he turned into a shadow and floated away.

Old Monk Huiling hurriedly followed him to join in the fun.