Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Baoye Temple is located at the top of Baoye Peak.

The strange peaks and rocks of Baoye Peak are all covered with ice and snow, and under the sun, they shine with silver light.

The yellow tiles and red walls of Baoye Temple are filled with the vicissitudes of time, every brick and stone.

Fakong shook his head.

The Vajra Temple needs to be repainted every year to keep the temple as clean as new. You take care of the temple just like you take care of the dust in your own soul.

The practice of Vajra Temple is to wipe it frequently to keep it clean, tidy and new.

And this Baoye Temple is obviously taking a different approach.

The paint on the temple is peeling off and it is dilapidated and dilapidated.

The ground outside the temple is not bad, it is paved with red mud and there is no ice or snow.

He came to the open door of the temple and coughed lightly.

A young monk walked out of the temple and titheed: "Amitabha, poor monk Shanfeng, I don't know who my senior brother is..."

"Amitabha, the poor monk Fakong of Vajra Temple came here to pay homage to Master Wuchen, the abbot of your temple." Fakong returned the favor.

The young monk was skinny, with a layer of dirt covering his handsome face, as if he hadn't taken a shower in several years.

You can tell at a glance that this young monk is a master. With such cultivation, even if he rolls naked on the snow a few times, he will not be so dirty.

"Jingang Temple...Fakong..." Young monk Shanfeng murmured, and then looked at Fakong curiously: "Fakong?!"

Fakong smiled.

This monk Shanfeng obviously recognized himself and knew his reputation.

"Wait a moment." Shanfeng said hurriedly, turned around and rushed into the temple.

Fa Kong waited quietly.

After a while, Shan Feng came back like a gust of wind, and He Shi said: "Senior Brother Fakong, please follow me."

Fa Konghe Shi followed him as he walked inside.

As soon as you step into the gate of Baoye Temple, you will see a grand Mahavira Hall, full of incense and filled with Buddha statues.

Fa Kong's inner eye has long been opened, and he can see clearly inside and outside.

This Baoye Temple does not belong to Shangjiu Temple, nor does it belong to Zhongjiu Temple, and its martial arts cultivation is not considered top-notch.

It's just that their minds are strange, they practice asceticism, and their lifespans are exceptionally long.

If you can practice diligently, your life span can reach 200 years.

This is an incredible achievement.

From what I can see, there are more than 300 disciples in Baoye Temple, which is far behind those of Vajra Temple.

The level of cultivation is not ordinary, and most of them are at the level of masters. It is obvious that the spiritual practice of Baoye Temple is progressing very quickly.

However, after reaching the Grand Master level, it is almost impossible to break through the first level.

In the entire temple, there are only three first-rank officials, and the remaining first-rank officials are not in the temple.

What surprised Fakong was that these monks from Baoye Temple often had a faint brilliance on the back of their heads, condensed with sexual light.

Except for those three first-grade ones, all other sexual qualities are not perfect.

But condensing sexual light is already rare.

As long as you find the path of cultivation and keep going up, it will be easy to achieve perfection.

The most difficult step is to condense the light. They have already done it, and the rest is much easier, but they are stuck.

Fakong shook his head secretly, feeling it was a pity.

Compared with the Vajra Temple, the disciples of Baoye Temple are indeed far better at cultivating their mind and nature, but unfortunately there are still some problems with the inheritance.

He followed Shanfeng to a small courtyard.

There are three monks in the small courtyard, one middle-aged monk and two old monks, both of whom are at the first level.

And they were all as dry as pine branches, with not much flesh on them.

"Fakong has met Abbot Wuchen." Fakong saluted the middle-aged monk, and then saluted the two old monks.

The three of them returned the favor.

Wuchen was kind-hearted and kind-hearted. He was small and skinny. He was wearing a cassock like a child wearing an adult's clothes. He smiled and said, "How come Fa Kong has time to come to our temple? He is really a rare visitor."

Fakong is now a world-famous divine monk, and he is also a disciple of the Vajra Temple, while Baoye Temple is just an ordinary temple that does not enter the upper or middle ninth level. I really didn’t expect Fakong to come here.

Fakong smiled and said: "Although the juniors are famous, they all benefit from Buddhist mantras and magical powers. The accumulation of Buddhist dharma is still not enough, so this time I want to visit the 108 temples in Daxue Mountain to learn the Buddhist dharma from each temple one by one, and strive to Dharma.”

"Amitabha, you are so good." Wuchen said slowly: "Fakong, you are worthy of having great wisdom. For us Daxueshan disciples, Buddhism is the foundation, and the rest are all small paths. Although the martial arts and mental methods of our temple are ordinary , but the mysteries of Buddhism are not inferior to those of other temples.”

Fakong nodded: "All the disciples of my Guangui Temple are condensed with the light of nature. They are just short of perfection. They are really respectable and admirable."

"Fakong, can you see the light?"

"Yes." Fakong nodded: "The two seniors in the northwest corner of the tower garden are already close to consummation, and they are just one step away."

"Uncles Kongming and Konghui." Wuchen looked at the two old men.

They nodded slightly, then shook their heads.

Fakong said: "It's a pity that the lifespan of the two seniors is about to end, just this month. If we can go further, we can extend our lives. If not..."

"Amitabha." Wuchen declared the Buddha's name: "Life and death are just coming and going. Our fate with this whirlpool world will be over. It is also a blessing to be freed from our worries."

"Great compassion is also great mercy." Fakong nodded.

Wu Chen understood in his heart that the two master uncles would not be able to break through to the first level. The closer their life span was, the more they would be unable to escape.

The more you are unable to achieve liberation, the less likely you are to step into the first level.

The two master uncles are destined to have no chance with the first rank in this life, and can only hope to continue practicing in the next life.

Fakong said: "I may be able to lend a helping hand to the two seniors."

"Um?"

"But you two seniors need to believe me. If you have doubts, there is nothing you can do." Fakong said with a smile.

Wu Chen called the young monk outside to come in and asked the two uncles to come over.

After a while, two withered old monks walked in slowly, looking energetic and not at all like they were about to die.

Wu Chen repeated Fa Kong's words and looked at the two of them: "Two uncles, since Fa Kong is here, it is your chance. Believe him or not, it's up to you."

The two looked at Fa Kong.

Fa Kong was wearing a purple gold cassock, standing calmly, like a distant mountain.

The two old monks put their hands together and bowed: "Please!"

Fa Kong smiled and put his hands together, and suddenly a stick appeared in his hand.

The wooden stick was about the thickness of a baby's arm and one meter long. He hit the two old monks on the head, and a loud shout came out of his mouth: "Duh!"

This loud shout was like thunder, which made everyone dizzy.

One stick hit the Baihui point of one old monk, and the other stick also hit the Baihui point of another old monk.

When the stick fell, they closed their eyes and did not move as if they had fainted.

When Wu Chen and the other two old monks reacted, the two old monks Kong Ming and Kong Hui had already fainted and were motionless.

"Master uncle!" Wu Chen said in a deep voice.

The big stick in Fa Kong's hand had disappeared, and he shook his head and said, "Wait a minute, abbot, and see if they can understand it."

Wu Chen looked at Fa Kong and shook his head helplessly: "Fa Kong, your method is really..."

Fa Kong smiled and said, "It seems that the abbot does not believe me."

"... That's it." Wu Chen could only shut up.

It's too late to say anything now, but I don't think Fa Kong will kill him, but this method is too bizarre.

Fa Kong got it from the public case he heard in his previous life, and he was shocked.

He absorbed this inspiration and improved it.

He integrated the Qingxin Mantra into it and changed it to enhance the effect of sudden enlightenment.

With this sudden shout, their minds became empty.

Another stick went down, and the Qingxin Mantra hit their heads, followed by a vague idea of ​​transcendence, which helped them.

The two old monks stared at Kongming and Konghui, and felt something strange.

After a dozen breaths, Kongming and Suhui began to emit strange auras, and Fakong saw that the light behind their heads gradually lit up, gradually became full, and then began to be perfect, as bright as the moon.

They have entered the first grade.

The aura of the two people rose from the ground like a mountain, rising from the ground in front of them, standing tall and forming a strong pressure.

"Amitabha!" The two suddenly opened their eyes, and the lightning flashed and converged back, and their eyes were clear like a teenager.

They chanted this Buddhist name, like a dusk drum and dust bell, echoing over the entire Baoye Temple.

Fakong smiled: "Amitabha, good, congratulations to the two seniors, congratulations to the abbot."

Wuchen looked at Kongming and Konghui in surprise, and didn't expect that they could really enter the first grade.

Kongming and Konghui were even more surprised.

After more than a hundred years of practice, their state of mind has become peaceful and dry, and even if they are surprised, they are not too out of control.

Fakong smiled and said, "The two seniors are only one step away from the final blow. I helped kick it."

"This kick is like a natural moat." Wuchen sighed.

He led Fakong into the main room.

Fakong never mentioned the matter of Shenjing, but only talked about Buddhism.

They had studied Buddhism all their lives, and originally thought that Fakong's supernatural powers were extraordinary, but Buddhism could not be too profound.

But Fakong showed amazing Buddhist wisdom, and every word was like a pearl in the heart, reaching the depths of their hearts, which touched them deeply.

The more they talked, the more speculative they became. When Fakong asked to leave, two hours had passed, and they felt that it was only a short time.

Fakong did not stay for long, and then went to the next Utan Temple.

But he did not treat Utan Temple so well, only talking about Buddhism, and did not help.

While asking about Buddhism, he used his telepathy to look directly at the abbot of Utan Temple, Monk Tanyun.

He found that Monk Tanyun had no hostility towards him, but was just dissatisfied with the current situation of the Great Snow Mountain Sect.

The stronger the stronger, the weaker the weak.

The disciples in their temple are not qualified and cannot obtain the essence of the temple's mind. If this continues, Youtan Temple may be close to closing.

So they can't wait to change the status quo.

After Fakong showed amazing Buddhist teachings, Youtan Temple became more desperate and found that the gap was too big.

Fakong is like this. He is already a first-grade at a young age. He also has supernatural powers and Buddhist mantras, as well as profound Buddhist teachings.

When will Youtan Temple produce such a disciple?

Fakong then went to Xiaoning Temple.

…

When he finally returned to the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple, it was already evening.

The sun sets and the tired birds return to the forest.

As soon as Fakong sat down, Lin Feiyang appeared.

"Abbot, Tianhai Sword Sect has twelve more masters, including four grandmasters and two tracking masters."

Fakong nodded slowly.

Lin Feiyang sneered: "They will send someone to challenge your swordsmanship at breakfast tomorrow morning."

"Challenge me?"

"Yes." Lin Feiyang said: "Among the twelve masters, there is one whose swordsmanship is said to be divine. He can definitely suppress you, the abbot, and will severely undermine your prestige."

"Swordsmanship is divine..." Fakong smiled.

He was eager to try and wanted to see this swordsmanship master.