Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The guard finally couldn't help being curious and asked, "I wonder what the monk Fakong has to say?"

Fu Qinghe glanced at him and said nothing.

The guard smiled and said, "Is it a confidential matter?"

"No."

"What is it?"

"..."Fu Qinghe just looked at him calmly without answering.

"I am overstepping my authority." The guard realized it and smiled, "I haven't asked your name yet."

"My humble name is not worth mentioning." Fu Qinghe said.

The guard laughed twice, "You are so arrogant, you are worthy of being the attendant of the monk Fakong. Could it be the shadow assassin Lin Feiyang?"

Fu Qinghe shook his head.

"Not Lin Feiyang?" The guard said in surprise, "Does the monk Fakong have other guards?"

"Squeak..." The door opened, and the guard came out with a burly middle-aged man.

The burly man had a handsome appearance, a long beard fluttering under his chin, and his eyes were as cold as lightning.

"This is Commander Zhang." The guard who came out with him introduced.

Zhang Haochang stroked his beard and smiled, "What instructions do you have for the monk Fakong?"

"Let's go in and talk." Fu Qinghe said.

Zhang Haochang extended his hand to invite him.

Fu Qinghe walked in and stepped onto the steps. With every step, Zhang Haochang's face changed.

He was a great master and had a keen sense.

Fu Qinghe was like a sword in a sheath, always holding it in but not revealing it. As he approached, the sword intent on his body gradually emanated.

This was a natural reaction when he felt Zhang Haochang's momentum.

Zhang Haochang then realized that the attendant in front of him was also a great master.

The two entered the gate of the palace.

Fu Qinghe followed Zhang Haochang in, and after turning around the screen wall, there was a front yard.

They went in through another gate and turned around another screen wall, and saw Cao Yufang pacing with his hands behind his back in front of the hall.

"Your Highness." Zhang Haochang said respectfully.

"Fu Qinghe greets the prince." Fu Qinghe clasped his fists and took out the jade jar from his sleeve: "I am here to present you with a jar of holy water on the order of the abbot."

Cao Yufang immediately smiled and clasped his fists and said: "Master, you are thoughtful."

Zhang Haochang stepped forward to take the jade jar.

Fu Qinghe clasped his fists again: "Goodbye."

He turned around and left without saying a word.

Zhang Haochang was stunned and opened his mouth.

Cao Yufang didn't care. He smiled and watched Fu Qinghe's figure disappear in front of the screen wall, and then looked at the jade jar.

"Prince, this...?" Zhang Haochang felt strange.

This Fu Qinghe was too cold and arrogant. He refused to say a word to the prince and just gave the things and left.

Cao Yufang smiled and said, "Commander Zhang, do you know this person's identity?"

"He is a great master, one of the best swordsmen in the world." Zhang Haochang's face was solemn: "He is comparable to the elders of Shenjian Peak."

"Fu Qinghe, the sword of love of Tianhai Sword Sect." Cao Yufang sighed: "The monk Fakong can accept him as an attendant, he is really powerful and has boundless Buddhist teachings."

"The best swordsman of Tianhai Sword Sect?"

"That's right."

"No wonder he has such a fierce momentum." Zhang Haochang nodded slowly.

He is also a rare master in the world, a genius among geniuses, who has encountered many adventures and has entered the Qi-holding realm. He doesn't take the great master seriously.

But seeing that Fu Qinghe, as a servant, has also reached the Qi-holding realm, he was completely shocked.

Hearing what Cao Yufang said, it turned out that he had a great background, and he was relieved.

While the two were talking, two middle-aged men came out of the hall and stood beside Cao Yufang.

One of the two was skinny and short, and seemed to be the oldest among the four. The other was short and plump.

The plump middle-aged man chuckled and shook his head, saying, "I didn't expect that the monk Fakong would be the first to show his kindness."

The skinny middle-aged man nodded, "I originally thought that the monk Fakong, as a monk, must be arrogant and reserved."

It was originally expected that it would be difficult to meet the monk Fakong, and the prince would need to visit him three times and invite him four times before he could meet him.

Things are precious because they are rare, and these monks have the clearest understanding of human nature.

Those who are easy to get are not considered strange or precious.

The more unattainable, the more concerned they are, and the more they look up to him.

"The monk Fakong doesn't need these tricks." Cao Yufang shook his head and smiled, "With or without appearance, he can act according to the situation. The monk is no longer at this level."

With great supernatural powers, there is no need to use these small tricks.

Zhang Haochang laughed: "I didn't expect that the monk Fakong would send the holy water directly without any hesitation."

They have witnessed the indifference of Daqian officials in the past two days. If it weren't for Prince Xin Chu Xiang's care, it would be even worse.

They understand the thoughts of these officials. They want to avoid suspicion and don't want to be involved with the Ming Palace. The farther away, the better.

Prince Xin Chu Xiang is a prince. No matter how close he is to the Ming Palace, no one will say that he has an affair with Dayong.

But the court officials are not like that.

Once he gets close to the Ming Palace, he will definitely become a weak point for attack by political enemies, and he will definitely be involved.

"He disdains to care about the secular eyes." The round middle-aged man sighed: "I can only say that the realm of the monk is different."

"Anyway, the monk Fakong is like this, and this king is very comforted." Cao Yufang smiled and said: "You discuss the matter, I will go to the backyard and send it to the princess."

He has prepared for the cold eyes. As a hostage, he can't ask for too much. It's good to live a stable life.

The three of them smiled and nodded.

Cao Yufang came to the backyard and saw the two women tidying up the flowerbed and clearing away dead branches and leaves with the maids.

Unlike Tianjing, which is evergreen all year round, it is winter in Shenjing, and everything falls into a deep sleep.

Only some pine trees in the back garden remained green, while the other flowers and plants were withered, looking dilapidated and desolate.

The two princesses couldn't see this, so they had to sort it out.

Seeing the jade altar handed over by Cao Yufang, the two women's eyes suddenly lit up and they took the jade altar excitedly.

This jasper altar is exactly the same as the one in Prince Xin's Mansion. At a glance, you can tell that it is made from the outer courtyard of Kongang Temple, and of course it is the sacred water.

Yu Qingxian smiled and said: "Your Majesty, do you believe it is a gift from Your Majesty?"

"It was a gift from Divine Monk Fakong himself." Cao Yufang said with a smile.

Jiang Yuwan's bright eyes lit up: "Fakong Divine Monk?"

Cao Yufang nodded.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty." Yu Qingxian smiled and said, "This is the good news from Divine Monk Fakong. This is good news."

As a disciple of the Jade Butterfly Sect, she is well-educated, has rich knowledge, is knowledgeable, and has profound insights into government affairs, which is far beyond the comparison of ordinary women.

Jiang Yuwan nodded lightly: "The prince's situation will be different if Monk Fakong shows his kindness."

She is not an ordinary commoner, but a young lady from a scholarly family. She has been knowledgeable and intelligent since she was a child.

Yu Qingxian smiled and said, "Your Majesty's life will be much better from now on."

"Yeah..." Cao Yufang smiled.

All three of them knew Fa Kong's influence in Shenjing.

If Fakong dared to interact with him, people's guard against him would be much weaker. Even if they didn't dare to get close to him, they wouldn't avoid him as much as they do now.

Yu Qingxian smiled and said: "Your Majesty, it is said that this holy monk has great supernatural powers. I don't know whether it is true or not."

"It should be true." Cao Yufang said.

He also looked curious.

He believed deeply in Buddhism, especially in the supernatural powers described in Buddhism.

Unfortunately, none of the eminent monks he visited had supernatural powers.

They denounce supernatural powers as obstacles. The presence of supernatural powers does not mean that the Buddha Dharma is profound. The absence of supernatural powers does not mean that the Buddha Dharma is not profound. The fruition status has nothing to do with supernatural powers.

But he felt that a truly enlightened monk could possess supernatural powers but not use them, and have them but let them go.

"My lord, you have been thinking too much recently. Make tea with the divine water, it will be very effective." Jiang Yuwan lifted the jade altar, opened the stopper, poured some divine water into the furnace, and started to make tea.

After the tea was ready, the three of them sat in the pavilion and drank tea.

The sun sets over the mountains and the cold hits.

Holding a cup of hot tea and sipping it, taking a sip of hot tea to drive away the chill is a great enjoyment.

The three of them felt calm and peaceful at this moment.

"The sacred fruit is indeed a sacred water, and its reputation is well-deserved." Cao Yufang smiled and said: "Two princesses, I will ask for a jar of sacred water from the monk Fakong every day, so there is no need to send people to Mingyue Medicine House to grab it."

"Will the holy monk agree?"

"Yes." Cao Yufang intuitively said that Fa Kong would agree.

Fakong has been pondering the philosophy of Fayan Sect.

The foundation of Fayan Sect is to enter concentration and enter the Dharma Realm in concentration, thereby gaining the power of the Dharma Realm to use the Dharma Words.

But entering concentration is a slow and hard work.

The first level is to purify the mind.

An impure mind becomes an obstacle to entering concentration.

After the mind calms down, various thoughts will pop up, interrupting the way to further enter concentration.

A pure heart is filled with repentance and good deeds.

When you have swept away all the negative thoughts in your mind and made your heart as bright and upright as glass and the rising sun, can you begin to practice meditation.

If your mind is not pure, then there is no need to waste your efforts.

Fakong shook his head and smiled bitterly.

He felt that those suitable for practicing this skill were probably the disciples of the Holy Sect of Light.

Even the disciples of the Holy Sect of Light may not be able to practice it. It is almost impossible to purify a heart so bright and free of any dregs.

No wonder Fayan Sect has cut off its inheritance.

The requirements are too high, really too high.

The bright sunshine in the morning shone on Nantian Peak, on Xu Qingluo and his group, and Fakong was with them.

He stood aside and watched Xu Qingluo, Chu Ling, Zhou Yang, Zhou Yu and the others skiing, holding on to the tree trunk and breathing the cool air.

Fu Qinghe stood behind him, motionless.

The laughter of Xu Qingluo and the others came to my ears, and bursts of laughter floated in Nantian Peak.

Lin Feiyang appeared beside him in a flash: "Abbott, we are almost ready. You can open the altar at any time."

Fa Kong nodded.

Lin Feiyang said: "This blessing ceremony should be very relaxed. No one dares to make trouble again, right?"

Fakong smiled.

Lin Feiyang said: "Is there anyone who doesn't have a good eye? I should have killed the chickens three times before to scare the monkeys. Who is still stupid?"

"Never underestimate anyone's courage and courage." Fakong said, "There are always those who are not afraid of death."

"If you are looking for death, then let them do it!" Lin Feiyang snorted.

"How is the observation from King Ming?" Fakong asked casually.

Half of his mind was still focused on purifying the mind. After much deliberation, he still couldn't practice it.

My thoughts are thick, a bit thicker than those of ordinary people, and the source is the accumulation of two lives.

The longer you live, the more dust and dirt your soul accumulates.

This is a natural law and inevitable.

Even though there are Medicine Buddha statues, even though there are mind-purifying mantras, and even though there are profound Buddhist teachings, there is no way to completely clean away these dirt.

I'm afraid I really can't pass this level.

Ps: Done.