Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Chu Xiang looked seriously and looked left and right.

This is the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple, with pines on the outside and strictness on the inside, so you don’t have to worry about anyone breaking in.

There are great masters like Fan Ning, Lin Feiyang and Huiling, and there are also several powerful figures like Yuan Deng who are infinitely close to being great masters.

He was curious about what Fakong had gone through.

Is placing the relic between the eyebrows a way of communicating with the owner of the relic?

Or feel the power fluctuation of the relic?

He had always been curious about the relics, and felt that since the relics were left behind by the eminent monk, there must be something left behind.

This thing is probably breath, or it may be Buddhism.

He has also tried many times to test how to stimulate the power of the relics, but unfortunately he has found nothing.

Seeing Fa Kong's current appearance, he felt that Fa Kong must have found a way to stimulate the relics and be able to communicate with them.

As time passed slowly, the golden light began to flicker, then slowly converged into his skin, and finally the golden light disappeared completely.

Fakong opened his eyes leisurely.

Chu Xiang felt that Fakong's eyes were different from usual.

His eyes were gentler and calmer, as if the person sitting in front of him was not Fakong, but an old monk, aging.

Chu Xiang hurriedly opened his eyes and looked carefully: "Master, how are you doing?"

Fakong nodded: "Very good."

"Master, is this something you've gained?"

"This can be regarded as a kind of induction." Fakong said: "Aura induction will give you some insights into the world."

"Enlightenment..."

"Seeing mountains is not mountains, seeing water is not mountains, and then going one step further, seeing mountains is still mountains, seeing water is still water, this is due to the understanding of heaven and earth." Fakong said: "Your Majesty, although you are not a Buddhist, But the understanding of heaven and earth is still very important.”

"Master, how about I take a look?" Chu Xiang said with a smile.

Fakong handed him the relic.

Chu Xiang also imitated him and put the relic between his eyebrows, then remained motionless, closed his eyes, and concentrated on the feeling.

Time passes slowly.

Fa Kong waved.

Xu Qingluo came in lightly, handed the tea, and then left quietly.

Fakong glanced at Xu Qingluo's back.

The Sword Immortal lineage is indeed like a fish in water for her, and in the final analysis, it is because of her mental power.

She suffered from illness since childhood and persevered hard, polishing her will and spirit into pure tenacity, which is exactly in line with the lineage of the Sword Immortal.

It is even more consistent than the Void Fetal Breath Sutra.

Therefore, when you start practicing, you will advance quickly and advance by leaps and bounds.

According to this speed, I am afraid that within a month, she will break through to the Grand Master, much stronger than her master.

He was able to step into the Grand Master so quickly with the help of the Time Wheel Tower. The actual time was far longer than the time he showed.

She relied on the Medicine Buddha Statue, while Xu Qingluo relied on her own qualifications.

——

A quarter of an hour later, Chu Xiang opened his eyes.

His eyes were blank, as if he was wondering where he was and what time it was.

Fakong smiled.

Seeing Fakong's smile, Chu Xiang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Master, I don't feel anything at all."

As a great master, he concentrated on one thing and sensed the relics.

But after struggling for a quarter of an hour, I felt that my mental energy was extremely exhausted, but my mind went blank and I couldn't sense anything.

Fakong said: "You don't have to force it, Your Majesty. This should also require Buddhist practice. Only if it is consistent with it can it resonate."

"Master didn't tell me earlier!" Chu Xiang returned the relic to Fakong.

Fakong smiled and said: "Even if I say it, the prince will not give up. He must give it a try."

"It seems there is no such fate."

"Exactly." Fakong nodded: "Buddhists all talk about fate, and the prince has no fate with it."

"I'll go back and take a look at the two relics to see if there's any connection with them."

"You can give it a try." Fakong smiled.

He can be sure that he must have no connection with them.

This so-called fate includes my own Medicine Buddha statue.

Without the Medicine Buddha statue, it would be impossible for me to obtain the memory in the relics.

He is worthy of being the holy monk from ten thousand years ago, with the Buddhist name Yun Xin.

Master Yun Xin is not well-known, but his merits are not small.

At that time, the demon king was fiercely murderous and wreaked havoc on the whole party, but he was finally subdued by him and converted directly to him.

Master Yun Xin’s lineage is Fayan Sect.

The Fayan Sect is now extinct, and there is no inheritance of this lineage in Daxue Mountain or Shenjing.

More importantly, he did not see the inheritance records of the Fayan Sect in the Buddhist classics. It had been lost in history and washed out.

The power of Fayan Sect's utterances is so amazing that it is almost like supernatural powers or myths and legends.

In this world, I am the only one who can display magical powers and show the power of Buddha's mantra because of the Medicine Buddha statue.

And this inheritance of Fayan Sect is actually equivalent to the Buddhist mantra.

Among the twelve Dharma words, there is the Dharma word "sedation".

"Concentration" is as powerful as casting a condensation spell on your own.

Moreover, the power of the spell can be upgraded, which is equivalent to the immobilization spell that can be taken one step further or even several steps.

My own immobilization spell can only immobilize the Grand Master now, and it can only last for a moment. This can already determine life or death in a fight.

And this "Ding" word Dharma, if the intensity of cultivation becomes too intense, it can even directly kill the Grand Master.

If your heart doesn't beat and your blood doesn't flow for a quarter of an hour, will you die?

If you don’t die for a quarter of an hour, what about two quarters of an hour, what about half an hour, what about an hour, or even a day?

"Master, I'm going back then."

"Your Majesty, you should come to our temple less often in the future. It would be better not to see you than not."

Chu Xiang smiled, shook his head and pointed at Fakong: "Master, you think I don't come here for no reason!"

Fakong smiled and said, "Every time the prince comes, I get into trouble."

"Hey, Master, now that you say that, it's really like that. I'm ashamed of myself." Chu Xiang smiled and said, "Okay, Master, don't worry. Next time I come, I'll just chat and won't find anything for you to do."

"If it's just a chat, then you're welcome." Fakong said.

Chu Xiang smiled and said, "Master, how about you come to my house in a few days?"

Fakong agreed.

Chu Xiang smiled and strode away.

Xu Qingluo floated over lightly and smiled, "Master, the prince won't be angry if you say that, right?"

Fakong said, "Being angry is a good thing. I can save myself some trouble."

Practicing martial arts, seeing the scenery, eating delicious food, drinking fine wine, how beautiful and nourishing this life is.

Other things, don't do them if you can.

——

In the evening, Chu Yu came over with a small wooden box and gave Fakong some Buddhist treasures that Chu Xiang had collected in Tianjing.

Fakong accepted them calmly.

After Chu Yu left, Fakong opened the wooden box and admired each item one by one.

They were indeed rare instruments.

Buddhism flourished in Dayong, and these Buddhist instruments were all exquisitely made, and there were many Buddhist instruments handed down from ancient times.

Fakong found a string of Buddhist beads among them.

He felt very special, but it was held by a high monk, and it had the rhythm of heaven and earth.

From this string of beads, one can feel an inexplicable joy, joy for heaven and earth, and love for the world.

Fakong explored it carefully.

This string of Buddhist beads is the most inconspicuous among the nine strings of Buddhist beads. Other Buddhist beads are either sandalwood or pear wood.

This string is made of ordinary peach wood.

Such wood is not hard and easily decays, and it will not exist in the world for too long.

But this string of peach wood Buddhist beads was actually held by a high monk, and was intoxicated with the aura of this high monk.

He concentrated his mind and shook his head.

This high monk has passed away and no longer exists in the world, which is a pity.

If he were still alive, we could discuss Buddhism face to face.

"Abbot." Lin Feiyang and Fu Qinghe appeared in the courtyard.

Fakong glanced at them: "Did it work?"

"Hehe." Lin Feiyang smiled triumphantly: "Those three guys were thrown into the prison of Shenwu Mansion."

Fu Qinghe said lightly: "By the way, their martial arts were abolished."

Lin Feiyang said: "If their martial arts are not abolished, if the emperor lets them out again, wouldn't it be a waste of effort!"

He felt that it was very likely that he would continue to let them go.

The emperor was still very afraid of Tianhai Sword Sect. He did not dare to arrest Tianhai Sword Sect disciples. He would let them go even if they assassinated the princess, not to mention slandering him, so he took the initiative to abolish them first.

"Protect that woman well." Fakong said, "The Tianhai Sword Sect should send someone to kill her."

If he kills her, he can say that he has no evidence and escape the crime.

"She was also taken to the prison of Shenwu Mansion." Lin Feiyang smiled and said, "Sister Zhu came up with this idea."

"Very good." Fakong nodded and waved his hand.

But Lin Feiyang did not retreat, and smiled: "Abbot, the King of Ming is coming to the city, shall I go and see him?"

He became more and more excited and awake as the night went on, and he did not want to sleep.

This was the power given to him by the shadow.

Even if he did not sleep for a night, he did not feel sleepy at all, and he was still energetic and radiant the next day.

He often slept only one night in three nights, and did not need to sleep for the other two days, and did not feel sleepy at all.

This has gradually become a habit.

Fakong glanced at him.

Lin Feiyang looked eagerly.

Fakong said slowly: "It's good to take a look, but there are masters around the King of Ming, be careful."

"Yes!" Lin Feiyang agreed excitedly.

He disappeared in a flash, fearing that Fakong would regret it.

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

The Ming Palace was within the range of his mind and eyes. With his mind and eyes, he could see everything in the Ming Palace clearly.

"Fu Qinghe."

"Here." Fu Qinghe turned into a gust of wind and appeared in front of Fakong.

Fakong looked at him twice.

Fu Qinghe said calmly, "Just give me your orders, abbot."

Fakong nodded, "Get me a jar of holy water and send it to the Ming Palace."

"Yes." Fu Qinghe clasped his hands together and turned to leave.

Although he didn't know how to do it, he didn't ask much and went directly to ask Lin Feiyang, who gave him some pointers.

Fu Qinghe took a jasper jar, filled it from the copper jar, put it in his sleeve, walked slowly, and came to the outside of the Ming Palace.

It was cold and deserted outside the Ming Palace, and no one approached.

The court officials were the most informed and understood the situation best. At this time, no one approached the Ming King.

After all, he was the prince of Dayong. If he got too close to him, he would definitely get into trouble.

Two young guards stood at the steps of the Ming Wang Mansion, looking calm and solemn, looking at Fu Qinghe indifferently.

Fu Qinghe did not go to the gentle guard, but to the cold guard, and said calmly: "I am here to see His Majesty Ming Wang on the orders of the abbot."

"Which abbot?" the guard asked coldly.

"The abbot of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple."

"The monk Fakong?"

"That's right."

"Wait a moment, let me pass on the message." The guard's expression eased slightly, turned around and left.

Fu Qinghe stood there, staring at the red lacquer gate of the Ming Wang Mansion motionlessly.

Under the setting sun, the rows of copper nails on the red lacquer gate shone red, and the aura of wealth and nobility came to his face.

Another guard looked at him curiously.

He looked straight ahead, remained motionless, and had no intention of chatting with the guard.