Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

I originally thought that satisfying the wishes of more than 20,000 people would gain huge merits. Even if there were only 10,000 believers, it would be more than 200 times the wishes of more than 50 people.

More than 200 times of two fingers should at least be all over the body, right?

But the reality is that the power of merit surged out, and the golden light only flowed in his palms, making the white jade look like his palms were coated with a layer of golden light.

After a moment of golden light, it flashed suddenly, and then gathered into his palms, and his palms returned to being as white as jade, just like before.

He looked at his palms disappointedly.

Although he now has the heroic spirit of breaking the sky with his palms and no one in the world can stop him, he still can't hide his disappointment.

That's it?

He performed the Cloud and Rain Mantra to satisfy the wishes of more than 10,000 believers, but the power of merit only reshaped his palms, and even his arms didn't change.

Isn't the fourth level of this Vajra Indestructible Divine Art too difficult?

More importantly, this ratio is seriously inconsistent.

According to the ratio of fifty people to more than ten thousand people, it is impossible to just reshape the palms. What is going on?

It is really awkward if I don't figure this out.

In his mind, he kept comparing Cheng Jia and others in Mingyue Embroidery Tower with the more than 20,000 disaster victims.

Is it because of the different levels of faith?

Or is it because of different wishes?

The faith of the disaster victims is far from being comparable to that of Cheng Jia and others. Although the power of faith is only a little different, the actual difference is huge.

In addition, Cheng Jia and others' wishes were fulfilled by themselves very thoroughly, while the wishes of the disaster victims were not actually complete.

Their most fundamental wish is for rain, but not in Shenjing, but in their hometown, so that the rain will fall on their fields.

So I didn't completely satisfy their wishes, so the merits were not enough?

Is it one of the reasons, or both?

He shook his head and had to look at the halo behind the Medicine Buddha's head to comfort himself.

More than 40,000 power of faith is the harvest just now.

The original power of faith was almost consumed when the Cloud-Raining Spell was cast, leaving only 10 points for self-defense.

Most of the more than 40,000 power of faith were provided by the victims.

The people of Shenjing City provided very little.

They were all knowledgeable and experienced. Although such a scene shocked them, they could not directly generate the power of faith.

In the end, after the Cloud-Raining Spell was cast, in addition to fame, the only thing they gained was the Merit-Shaping Palms and more than 40,000 power of faith.

Of course, the seeds of faith were also planted in the hearts of the people of Shenjing City, which needed to be slowly watered to grow and become their own believers.

Lin Feiyang appeared in a flash, and said excitedly: "It's so enjoyable, so enjoyable!"

He looked up at the dark sky, released the protective qi, let the raindrops hit him, and laughed: "Monk, this time you are famous in the capital, famous all over the world, and we don't have to worry about the pilgrims in the outer courtyard!"

Fakong said: "It's just a temporary excitement."

He knows a lot about people's hearts and the world, and knows that people care about themselves the most, and their concern for others is only a short moment.

Now I am like the Internet celebrity in my previous life, just a fever, just a little heat, and it cools down very quickly.

People are the most forgetful.

Soon they will forget the shocking scene in front of them, immerse themselves in their own world and live their own lives, and slowly lose their awe of their master.

"How is it possible!" Lin Feiyang said excitedly: "They will never forget it in their lives."

He felt that he could not forget this scene, it was too shocking, people could actually control the clouds and rain like gods, how could they forget it?

Fakong smiled.

It is difficult for people to maintain their emotions unchanged. Buddhism says that dreams are like bubbles and impermanence. This is not only true for people's lives, but also for people's emotions.

This sense of shock is very strong now, and it will still be strong tomorrow. It will weaken a little the day after tomorrow, and even weaker after ten days. After a month, I am afraid that I will not be able to recall this sense of shock.

"Monk, there will be more pilgrims tomorrow. Do you want to give them a rejuvenation spell or something like that?" Lin Feiyang said: "Strike while the iron is hot, let them be completely convinced, and never go to other houses to burn incense again."

Fakong pondered.

Should we strike while the iron is hot? Water the seeds planted in their hearts?

He finally shook his head.

This kind of strike while the iron is hot is only a temporary enthusiasm, and it is easy to cool down, not solid enough.

So we can't be impatient now, we need to stabilize.

"How is it?" Lin Feiyang asked earnestly.

Fakong shook his head.

"Alas!" Lin Feiyang sighed.

It's a pity that such a good opportunity was missed, and it was allowed to slip away in vain. I really don't understand what Fakong thinks!

He opened his mouth, closed it again, and snorted: "Okay,...but your reputation is not as good as before!"

He was depressed in the last second, and excited in the next second: "Who in Shenjing City doesn't know the name of Master Fakong?"

Fakong waved his hand calmly, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Being the center of attention and admired by everyone, this feeling is so cool.

Lin Feiyang turned his head to look at the direction of the gate, frowned and said: "Why haven't you come back yet? Shouldn't you come back? I'll go and see!"

He said and disappeared in a flash.

Fakong had opened his mind's eye and looked in the direction of the East Gate.

The mind's eye had reached three kilometers without knowing it, and the Void Fetal Breath Sutra had been improving without knowing it.

The range can cover the direction of the East Gate and part of the disaster camp.

He had never paid attention to the scope of his mind, but it was indeed increasing, a little bit every day.

Unconsciously, it accumulated to three kilometers.

Standing here, although he could not see the other end of Zhuque Avenue, he could already see Guanyun Tower and Wangjiang Tower.

He saw the East Gate, where people were surging, and Faning and his group were squeezed in the crowd, walking with difficulty.

He smiled.

This is the price of watching the excitement.

Green-clad Foreign Secretary

West Prime Minister

The drizzle kept falling, wetting the blue bricks on the ground, making the color of the blue bricks deeper and clearer.

The thin bamboo under the corner of the wall was washed clean, green and lush, and it exuded vitality when it swayed gently.

The courtyard in the rain became more and more peaceful.

Ning Zhenzhen was flipping through the files in the hall.

She was dressed in white like snow, with a beautiful face clear and cold, and only her eyebrows were slightly frowned.

She was still looking at the case of the rich businessman in Tianhe Alley.

It has been found that the person behind the rich businessman is Gu Chengqian, a chief official of the Ministry of Personnel.

The sixth rank may not sound high, but the Ministry of Personnel is a powerful department with great power.

Moreover, officials are closely connected to each other. A small chief official may have left and right assistant ministers or even ministers behind him, so he should not be underestimated.

The Green-clad External Secretary cannot arrest people directly. Even if they get a confession, it will still be considered as a confession under torture, and they will be reported.

She has been looking for information about the rich businessman, the changes in his business over the years, and his whereabouts.

She believes that everything he has done will always leave traces, just like water on stone will leave traces, and it is impossible to be perfect.

"Si Cheng!"

Zhao Zhihua rushed into the courtyard and shouted loudly in the courtyard, instantly breaking the tranquility of the courtyard.

Zhao Zhihua shook off all the water droplets on his body in the yard, and all of them were shaken off. He returned to dryness, and then he clasped his fists and smiled as he entered the hall: "Si Cheng, we finally caught that guy's flaw!"

Ning Zhenzhen put down the file and said lightly: "What flaw?"

"One of his guards." Zhao Zhihua said excitedly: "One of his guards was forced to drink by our people, and after drinking too much, he blurted out that every thirteenth day of every month, that guy would go to Xiyuan Temple to burn incense."

"What's wrong with that?"

"And every time he went to Xiyuan Temple, he would stay for half an hour and talk to a monk named Shanyun in Xiyuan Temple."

"Xiyuan Temple..." Ning Zhenzhen frowned slightly.

As a disciple of the Great Snow Mountain Sect, she was of course very sensitive to temples.

Xiyuan Temple was not a temple of the Great Snow Mountain Sect.

In Shenjing, there were at least more than twenty temples, of which the Great Snow Mountain Sect only occupied nine.

More than a dozen temples, each with its own believers and high monks.

There are also some second- and third-rank masters among these eminent monks, but few are first-rank masters, after all, they are not as well-rooted as the Great Snow Mountain Sect.

Xiyuan Temple is just one of them, and it is not very eye-catching and has little reputation.

Zhao Zhihua said earnestly: "Si Cheng, do you want to arrest this monk Shan Yun and have a thorough trial?"

The wealthy businessman Jing Xiaoliang has a backer, but this monk Shan Yun from Xiyuan Temple has no backer. If he is arrested and interrogated, it will be fine if he cannot find out anything. If he can find out anything, it will be an important breakthrough.

"Not appropriate." Ning Zhenzhen shook her head slowly.

"Si Cheng?" Zhao Zhihua was puzzled: "Does this monk Shan Yun also have a backer?"

Ning Zhenzhen said slowly: "I'll go to Xiyuan Temple first and meet this monk Shan Yun."

"Yes." Zhao Zhihua responded.

"Si Cheng." A lazy voice sounded in the courtyard.

Ning Zhenzhen felt uncomfortable when she heard the voice, and said indifferently: "Wang Qingshan, what's the matter?"

Wang Qingshan came in with a cynical smile and clasped his fists: "I have met Si Cheng, have you heard about it?"

Ning Zhenzhen looked at him indifferently.

Wang Qingshan smiled and said: "Si Cheng has not heard of such a big event? Master Fakong prayed for rain outside the East City Gate, and this rain was caused by Master Fakong."

He pointed his finger at the sky.

Zhao Zhihua was surprised and said: "Is this rain prayed by Master Fakong?"

"It is said that it is so." Wang Qingshan smiled lazily and praised: "It is really magical and has great magical powers."

"Then what?" Ning Zhenzhen said indifferently.

Of course she knew about this.

Of course she paid attention to Fakong's affairs, but she didn't go to see it. How could she be absent from duty casually during the duty time?

And she had full confidence in Fakong, knowing that he would not do things without confidence, and once he did it, he would be fully confident.

Wang Qingshan smiled lazily: "Master Fakong is so powerful, let him help a little, won't our case be solved?"

He laughed: "He can make the rain from the sky come down, so people on the ground are not a piece of cake for him?"

Ning Zhenzhen was angry, but her face became calmer: "Otherwise, Wang Qingshan, you go and ask him for help?"

"Me?" Wang Qingshan shook his head and laughed: "I'm not a beauty, how can I make Master Fakong agree."

"Then you mean for me to ask him?"

"This is easy for Si Cheng, I believe Master Fakong will not refuse, right?" Wang Qingshan laughed.

Ning Zhenzhen said lightly: "You are asking for a beating again, get out."

"Si Cheng, is there anything wrong with what I said?" Wang Qingshan smiled lazily, looking at her cynically: "Instead of letting the brothers work themselves to death, why don't you say a word in front of Master Fakong, just a word."

Zhao Zhihua and Ning Zhenzhen's eyes gradually brightened, and they felt something was wrong, so they tried to smooth things over: "Brother Wang, you should say less. Let's go, let's go have a drink."

He said as he pushed Wang Qingshan.

But Wang Qingshan lightly pushed him with his shoulder, and he almost fell.