Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong saw the purple eunuchs standing solemnly outside the gate of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

They acted in accordance with the rules and regulations, and sent someone to inform him first. Fakong would not enter the temple until he came out to greet him in person.

Xu Qingluo looked at Fakong in surprise.

Fakong shook his head: "I don't know what it is. Let's go and receive the imperial edict."

"Master, if it is the abbot of Yuanming Temple, then..." Xu Qingluo whispered: "Otherwise, hide first?"

It is easy for Master to avoid receiving the imperial edict. Just use the divine foot power and leave directly.

It is too embarrassing to force people to receive the imperial edict when they are not in the temple.

"No need." Fakong shook his head.

The emperor actually issued this imperial edict, and it was so straightforward. Fortunately, he had informed him through Chu Ling.

Letting Chu Ling inform him was giving him the opportunity to refuse to accept the imperial edict and let him hide.

I don't want to bear the sin of avoiding the imperial edict.

Since the imperial edict has come, I will accept it.

Xu Qingluo's eyes flashed with doubt.

Although she was extremely smart, she didn't understand the subtle entanglement.

Fakong walked away, followed by Xu Qingluo and Lin Feiyang, and came to the gate.

The purple-robed old eunuch smiled and clasped his hands together: "Master Fakong, the emperor has an edict, please accept it, Master."

He took out the golden edict and presented it with both hands.

Fakong clasped his hands together and smiled: "Thank you."

He took the edict with both hands.

The purple-robed old eunuch clasped his hands together again, and floated away with four purple-robed young eunuchs. The pilgrims around looked over curiously.

Fakong nodded to the pilgrims around him, then turned back to the temple.

As soon as they returned to the temple, Xu Qingluo and Lin Feiyang couldn't wait to see it, and when Fakong slowly unfolded it, they hurried over to see it.

"It's really the abbot of Yuanming Temple!" Xu Qingluo stroked his forehead and sighed.

Lin Feiyang said ignorantly: "Being the abbot of Yuanming Temple is also good?"

Xu Qingluo rolled her eyes at him and said: "Uncle Lin, Yuanming Temple is a royal temple, what's so good about it!"

"Royal temples are free." Lin Feiyang said puzzledly: "There are no trivial matters. If you are the abbot of a big temple, you will suffer."

He knew Fakong's temperament. He didn't like trivial matters and didn't like to manage things. He liked to be leisurely.

It's just right for him to be the abbot of Yuanming Temple.

Looking at being an abbot, it's almost the same as not having one. This is the best.

He then showed a worried look: "Abbot, if you are also the abbot of Yuanming Temple, will you give up the position of abbot of the outer temple?"

Xu Qingluo laughed and said, "Uncle Lin, what are you thinking about?"

Lin Feiyang said, "If the temple thinks that the abbot is still focused on the abbot of Yuanming Temple, will they just let someone else take over the position of abbot of the outer courtyard?"

Xu Qingluo laughed and said, "To change someone else to be the abbot now, unless everyone in the Vajra Temple is crazy."

In terms of prestige, who among the monks in the world can match the master?

The master is now the abbot of the outer courtyard, and then wait for the abbot of the Vajra Temple to step down, and then take over the abbot of the Vajra Temple.

This is a natural and inevitable thing.

The master is already destined to be the next abbot of the Vajra Temple.

At this time, send someone else to be the abbot of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple and let the master step down?

No matter how crazy the Vajra Temple is, it can't do such a thing.

"That's good." Lin Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief.

Fakong laughed.

Lin Feiyang said: "Abbot, the pillar is coming soon. Do you want to bring it in secretly?"

"Well, let's bring it in quietly." Fakong nodded.

It was the soul-suppressing pillar of the Yeyue Sect. After being polished by many souls, it has become a rare treasure.

It is the basic tool for him to decorate the Little Western Paradise.

Chu Ling came in, white clothes like snow, smiling like a flower: "Monk, have you received the imperial edict?"

Fakong nodded.

Chu Ling was very excited: "Since you have received the imperial edict, you should take office as soon as possible. The Empress Dowager and the Queen Mother are waiting for this moment."

Fakong said: "No hurry, let's finish the lecture on the Diamond Sutra first."

"Preaching... yes, preaching is also good." Chu Ling was also looking forward to Fakong's lecture, wanting to hear how wonderful Buddhism is.

The sun sets

At the south gate of Shenjing, people gathered in groups of three or two to line up and walk out.

They greeted each other and talked about the opening ceremony.

It was a rare event for the monk Fakong to give a lecture on the Diamond Sutra. Even those who did not believe in Buddhism wanted to see the style of the monk giving a lecture.

At this time, Fakong and Xu Qingluo stood side by side on a stone on the top of a mountain opposite the Nantian Peak.

The breeze gently blew Fakong's purple gold cassock and Xu Qingluo's green Luoshan.

The rosy clouds enveloped them, rendering them golden.

Xu Qingluo said disappointedly: "Master, there are far fewer than I imagined."

She originally thought that once the news of Fakong's opening ceremony spread, it would immediately cause a sensation and people would rush to come.

It would be as lively as the monthly prayer ceremony.

But reality told her that she thought too much.

There were people who came to listen to the sutra, and it was very lively, but compared to what she imagined, it was only one-tenth or one-twelve.

It shouldn't have attracted so many people.

Fakong smiled and said, "Not surprising."

"The Master's followers should not be so few." Xu Qingluo felt that the number of people who came to listen to the sutras was not even as many as the pilgrims in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

There were too few people coming.

Fakong said: "Those who burn incense may not necessarily like Buddhism. People in the world who believe in Buddhism do not want to listen to Buddhism. They just want to worship Buddha and ask for Buddha's blessing."

These believers do not care about what Buddha said, what principles he talked about, and what principles they should follow, but only care about whether Buddha will bless them.

Believing in Buddha and then burning incense to Buddha is to ask for blessing.

In their opinion, devout belief and burning incense can exchange for blessing without listening to Buddhism.

What's the use of knowing more about Buddhism?

No matter how much you know about Buddhist principles, what benefit will it bring to your life? It can neither make you earn more money nor make you a noble or general.

With this time and energy, it is better to read books or make some money.

"That's true." Xu Qingluo sighed.

This is the case for all people in the world.

Except for those who really practice Buddhism, the rest of the people really don't care about what the Buddhist scriptures say, and feel that it has nothing to do with them.

And the real practitioners of Buddhism are often monks.

Monks practice Buddhism, believers chant sutras and worship Buddha, each doing their own thing, this is a common concept.

Fakong smiled: "Take it step by step, no need to rush."

"Master, aren't you in a hurry?" Xu Qingluo asked curiously.

Fakong shook his head: "It's already a lot to be able to come here."

His eyes fell on the gray-robed monks in groups of three or two.

At this time, monks accounted for more than 60% to 70% of the people in Nantian Peak, and the remaining ordinary people were only 30% to 40%.

This has initially achieved his goal.

His purpose of opening the altar to preach is to increase the number of believers, but not to win over ordinary believers. Monks are his real goal.

For ordinary believers, only Buddhist mantras are enough.

Opening the altar to preach is to win the influence of Buddhism and to obtain believers from the ten directions of the forest. They are extremely difficult to win.

And the power of their faith is far beyond the reach of ordinary believers. More importantly, once their faith can be won, there will be more other benefits.

His influence is now very great, that is among ordinary mortals, but his influence in Buddhism is not enough, after all, he is still young.

Now, he has just opened up the 108 temples, and that is only within the Great Snow Mountain Sect.

It will be very difficult to spread his influence to other temples.

Each of them practices their own Dharma and believes in their own Buddha. They will not believe in him just because he has supernatural powers. They believe in their own Buddha.

He wants to try whether he can convince them with wisdom by preaching the Dharma, and at the same time strengthen the faith of ordinary believers.

The depth of faith determines how much faith is provided to him every day, and supernatural powers consume faith.

So the more faith, the better.

More importantly, to build the Little Western Paradise, a huge faith is needed, and his current faith may not be enough.

People came to Nantian Peak in twos and threes, and saw that the cushions had been placed on the stones.

People sat on the cushions and tried to get as close as possible.

Some people were weak or had poor legs and feet, so they sat on the cushions at the foot of the mountain and looked up.

They believed that wherever the cushions were placed, they could hear Fakong's lectures.

Time passed slowly, and the sunset slowly approached the west mountain.

Fakong suddenly appeared in front of the Nantian Gate of Nantian Peak.

He sat cross-legged in the air, wearing a purple and gold cassock, as if there was an invisible round platform in the air supporting him.

"Amitabha!" He put his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name, and the sound of the Buddha's name resounded throughout the entire Nantian Peak.

He glanced around.

More than 2,000 people on Nantian Peak felt that Fakong's eyes fell on their faces and looked at each other.

As Fakong's Buddha's name entered their ears, they suddenly felt their bodies sink, their breath sink, and their hearts suddenly calmed down.

Once the heart calmed down, thoughts became extremely fast and sharp.

This Buddha's name has the wonderful effect of cleansing the body and mind, purifying the body and mind, and purifying the body and mind.

Fakong's gentle voice sounded: "Dear donors, today I will talk about the Diamond Sutra. What is Diamond..."

He stretched out his left hand.

A vajra appeared in the void, then it disappeared, and then a vajra sword appeared, and then the vajra sword also disappeared.

They all shone brightly, and they were real.

"Is this a vajra?" Fakong said slowly: "It is both a vajra and not a vajra, so what is the real vajra?"

...

People quickly entered the state and listened to Fakong's lecture on the Vajra Sutra. When the surroundings were completely shrouded in dusk, Fakong stopped preaching.

People sat on the cushions without getting up, still immersed in the Dharma taught by Fakong, deeply immersed in the exquisiteness of it.

When they came to their senses, they found that it was already dark, and torches were lit up, forming a fire dragon, from the top of Nantian Peak to the South Gate.

People walked forward along the torches, but the torches were raised by the soldiers of the Infantry Division, which made everyone amazed.

When did the soldiers of the Infantry Division become so kind?

They were all ferocious at ordinary times.

At this time, Fakong was already sitting at the stone table in the courtyard of the Vajra Temple, carefully calculating the harvest.

The faith is increasing rapidly.

The hope of setting up the Little Western Paradise by myself has greatly increased.

Let's see what happens tomorrow. If the faith is accumulated enough, I can set up the Little Western Paradise in the next few days.