Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Everyone was refreshed.

Fakong's voice sounded gentle and calm in their ears. After hearing it, it was as if they were immersed in a pool of autumn water, and their anxiety and irritability disappeared without a trace.

"Hmph, witchcraft!" An old man in a purple robe stroked his beard and snorted.

Two handsome young men followed him, with good manners, and hurriedly whispered: "Grandfather, keep your voice down!"

"This evil monk did it, can't I say it?" The old man with a purple robe and silver beard stroked his beard and sneered: "If he doesn't want me to speak, just hit me!"

"Grandfather..." The two handsome young men smiled helplessly.

A young man said in a low voice: "Grandfather, I'm not afraid of Master Fakong's action, but I'm afraid of others' action."

"Hmph, a group of fools!" The old man with a purple robe and silver beard had a face as rosy and smooth as a baby, bright eyes, and a burly and tall figure.

But his cultivation was only at the Earth Yuan realm, and he was obviously not a warrior.

"Grandfather, please keep your voice down." A young man said in a low voice, "Someone is already staring at us."

"Hmph!" The old man in purple robe and silver beard snorted coldly and stopped talking.

"You old man, how rude!" The old man next to him also had silver hair and silver beard, wearing a brocade robe, and each of his ten fingers wore an emerald ring, full of green, and a rich and noble aura.

The old man in purple robe and silver beard turned his head to look over, his eyes sparkling, his expression majestic.

"Oh, an official!" The old man in brocade robe took a look and smiled indifferently: "What rank is it, what position do you hold?"

"How dare you!" The old man in purple robe and silver beard shouted.

The old man in brocade robe said disdainfully: "I can't even say a word, your authority is too great, isn't it?"

"Who are you?"

"I asked first!"

"I am Sheng Bingwen!" The old man in purple robe and silver beard stroked his beard and smiled proudly: "I retired from the Ministry of Rites."

"Hehe..." The old man in brocade robe laughed: "So he is just a doctor, but his authority is greater than that of the vice minister!"

Sheng Bingwen frowned.

"Okay, Master Fakong is going to speak again!" The old man in brocade robe curled his lips and said: "I don't have time to listen to your gossip!"

"I am Fakong," Fakong's voice came slowly: "It seems that you didn't bring an umbrella, which is not easy to deal with."

Everyone smiled indifferently.

Fakong's gentle voice slowly reached everyone's ears: "I'm not kidding. If it rains later, it will be my fault if I get sick."

Someone shouted: "Master, don't worry. As long as it rains, we are willing to get sick!"

"That's right, we are willing to get sick!"

"Master, can it really rain?"

"Please rain quickly. If it doesn't rain, my tree will be finished. It takes ten years to grow a spiritual fruit tree!"

...

Fakong stood on the high platform, and his mind saw the people around him clearly. There were really a lot of people.

The light wheel in his mind floated into more than 20,000 faith powers.

In his mind's eyes, people in the disaster camp walked out of their tents and came to the open space, looking at themselves on the high platform from afar.

They were strictly ordered by King Xin not to leave the camp, and could only stay in the camp to avoid meeting people from Shenjing City.

This is to prevent conflicts and prevent people from taking the opportunity to cause chaos.

Fakong bowed to the disaster camp.

The victims saw it clearly and clasped their hands together excitedly.

Fakong said in a gentle voice: "The Buddhist mantra that I am about to perform is called the Cloud-Roaming Rain Mantra, which is a great wish mantra."

His voice was neither fast nor slow, and it was clearly heard by everyone, as if he was speaking in their ears.

Moreover, the voice has the wonderful effect of calming the mind and eliminating anxiety, making people listen attentively.

Even so, some people were still whispering.

"The evil words that confuse the people should be punished!" The old man in purple robe and silver beard stroked his beard and sneered.

The old man in brocade robe said impatiently: "Mr. Sheng, can you shut up?... You are not a doctor now, why are you still showing off your official power!"

"You..." Sheng Bingwen pointed at the old man in brocade robe angrily.

Since he became a doctor in the Ministry of Rites, everyone he saw around him was respectful, even if he retired and returned home.

How could he be so rude and impolite?

For a moment, he was extremely uncomfortable and angry and didn't know what to say.

"What do you mean by 'I'? Listen to the master!" The old man in brocade robe snorted unhappily.

At this time, in another part of the crowd, a handsome young man wearing a crane cloak, with an ancient temperament, stood quietly, looking at Fakong on the high platform leisurely.

There was a hint of smile on his lips, like sarcasm or ridicule, wanting to see how Fakong would end up and how he would deceive the world.

Fakong continued: "What is the Great Wish Mantra? It is the mantra for saving the world created by the Buddha to feel the great wishes of all living beings. This time, I cast this mantra because of the great wishes of tens of thousands of disaster victims. I can only do my best to cast it."

Everyone nodded, half understanding what he meant.

Fakong smiled and said: "This mantra requires the power of the wishes of all living beings. If the power of the wishes is insufficient, it cannot be a mantra. So don't come to me to cast this mantra again in the future. I'm sorry that I can't do anything. Amitabha!"

Everyone smiled.

Master Fakong blocked everyone's way in advance. It's interesting. Is this a sure success in praying for rain?

People cheered up and opened their eyes.

In the crowd, a charming and heroic girl in black stood quietly, followed by eight burly men.

The eight men formed a circle to protect her, and outsiders could not get close.

Fakong's mind had already seen her, and she was Li Ying, the young master of Cantian Dao.

Li Zhu, who was as burly as a black bear, whispered: "Young master, how long has it been since he became a master?"

Handsome middle-aged Zhou Tianhuai shook his head gently: "This Master Fakong is indeed extraordinary."

Li Zhu laughed and said: "Master Zhou, do you really believe that he can pray for rain?"

Zhou Tianhuai looked at Li Ying: "Young Master...?"

Li Ying frowned slightly and said lightly: "Just watch, we will know whether it can pray for rain soon."

"Yes."

The two of them shut up quickly, knowing that Li Ying was impatient.

It is best to shut up at this time and not say a word, otherwise you will be scolded by the young master like a storm.

Every word she scolded was reasonable, which would make you doubt whether you should die headfirst on tofu, so as not to live in the world and embarrass your ancestors.

Fakong's voice sounded again: "Weak people, it is better to retreat for the time being. This rain will affect Shenjing City. It is the same for all donors to watch the rain at home."

But no one moved.

The more he said this, the more curious and unconvinced they were, and they had to see if they could get wet.

"Amitabha, good!" Fakong chanted a Buddhist name: "Then I will start."

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, he formed a seal with his hands and took a step slowly.

Two steps... three steps...

One step, a lotus emerged from under his feet.

It was as if a lotus carved from white jade, bright and flawless, emitting a warm glow under the midday sun, beautiful enough to purify people's hearts.

The second step, dozens of lotuses quickly emerged around the lotus, forming a lotus cluster.

The third step, the body rose one foot, as if an invisible force was holding him up, and a lotus emerged from under his feet again.

The fourth step, dozens of lotus clusters spread out next to the new lotus.

In this way, two layers of lotus were formed.

The fifth step, raised one foot again, and a lotus emerged from the soles of the feet again.

The sixth step, dozens of lotuses spread out around the new lotus.

Three layers of lotuses were formed, with the bottom larger and the top smaller, forming a trapezoidal shape, vaguely taking the shape of a Dharma altar, an altar built of lotuses.

He took one step after another, his footsteps did not stop, and the lotuses did not stop emerging.

He gradually became higher and higher, and the Lotus Dharma Altar became higher and higher. Before he knew it, the Lotus Dharma Altar was more than 30 meters high.

This was the Cloud-Raining Mantra that Fakong had improved after much thought.

In order to expand the number of believers and gain merit, he looked indifferent and indifferent on his face, but in fact he was secretly trying his best.

As the number of lotus layers increased, each layer was slowly expanding, and the Lotus Dharma Altar gradually spread out, almost reaching the chests of those armored soldiers.

The people around him suddenly realized.

It turned out that these armored soldiers surrounded this area and left it empty, not specially prepared for the powerful, but to make room for the Dharma Altar.

Someone curiously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the white jade lotus through the gap between the armored soldiers to see whether it was real or an illusion.

But the armored soldiers were not decorations, and they directly opened his hand and did not allow him to touch it.

"Huh?"

"Ah!"

"What's going on?"

"Is it a lotus? Is it real?!"

People's eyes widened immediately.

These were the people nearby.

People in the distance only vaguely saw something emerging, getting higher layer by layer, and Fakong gradually rose to a higher place and became much smaller.

But they couldn't see clearly what it was, and asked the people in front of them one after another.

The people in front asked the people in front, and then they knew it. The people in front began to spread to the back, and after a while, they all knew that Fakong's feet were surging white jade lotuses, and these lotuses formed a magic altar, thus lifting Fakong to a high place.

Everyone was amazed.

"Witchcraft!"

"Trick!"

"Eye-catching trick!"

"It must be a lie!"

Sheng Bingwen's hand stroking his beard stopped moving, staring straight at Fakong, muttering in his mouth.

The scene in front of him had a huge impact on him, impacting his old ideas.

"Awesome!" The silver-robed old man widened his eyes, staring straight at him, his eyes shining, and he was too lazy to refute Sheng Bingwen.

The handsome young man stared at the white jade lotus altar with a solemn look, and his eyes gradually glowed with a strange light, which seemed to be able to penetrate everything.

"Wow, so powerful!" Li Zhu praised: "Young master, you really have some skills, no wonder you dare to be a master!"

"Is this an illusion?" Zhou Tianhuai said solemnly.

Li Ying snorted: "What else?"

"That's true." Zhou Tianhuai nodded suddenly: "It's impossible to create something out of nothing, it must be an illusion, but this power..."

He felt the vast and majestic power, and his heart was awe-inspiring.

"Hey, it's just a magic trick!" Li Zhu said disappointedly: "I thought it was real, but it turned out to be just a lie."

Fakong suddenly raised his hands, changed a handprint, and pointed to the sky.

Countless white jade lotuses suddenly burst into soft white light.

The white light gathered together, getting brighter and brighter, and suddenly expanded violently, turning into a beam of light that soared into the sky and pierced the blue sky.

This white light column was blocked by the azure sky. All the white light rushed forward but failed to break through the obstacle, and finally gathered into a small sun.

It was no less brilliant than the sun.

Fakong stood in the void, formed a hand seal with both hands, and pointed at the small sun.

The small sun exploded violently, just like the explosion of an atomic bomb in the previous life. The white light spread along the azure sky, spread to the horizon, and spread to a place where the end could not be seen.

At this time, people just stared blankly, tens of thousands of people looked up at the sky, no discussion, no sound, only silence.

The world was also only silent.

After the white light spread, the sky returned to its original appearance.

Fakong slowly fell back to the platform, his expression calm.

People slowly came back to their senses, and after being shocked, they resumed speaking.

"What happened, failed?"

"It should have failed."

"Alas..., what a pity!"

The white light column just now failed to break through the azure sky, giving people the feeling that it was powerless and failed.

They speculated that if it broke through the azure sky, the spell might be successful.

Now there is no movement, and the battle has ceased. What else can it be if it is not a failure?

"Hey, it's just a flower stand!"

"It's quite intimidating!"

"What a pity..."

People looked at the platform.

A breeze blew, and the purple gold robe fluttered gently.

Fakong stood quietly.