Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong said goodbye to Hu Yunxuan and appeared in Jingchuan City in a flash.

Jingchuan City is a prosperous city, second only to Tianjing, and is also the largest city in the southern part of Dayong.

Because it is located in the southern border, Jingchuan City is even warmer than Tianjing, and the whole city is lush and green.

Flowers and green trees cover the whole city, and it is full of vitality everywhere.

Fakong appeared under a restaurant and looked up and down.

The building is three stories high, with carved beams and painted buildings, flying eaves and hanging feet, towering straight into the sky.

The purple-brown cloth banner swayed in the sky, and almost the whole city could see it: "Lancui Tower" three big characters...

This is obviously the best restaurant in Jingchuan City.

Fakong slowly climbed up to the restaurant.

It was sunset now.

The sunset dyed his purple and gold cassock more gorgeously.

He did not hide himself, allowing the cassock to attract the attention of people around him.

There were already many customers in the restaurant, and the noise floated out.

He walked up slowly.

Two old men in brocade followed Fakong and went upstairs side by side.

They originally wanted to go to the third floor, but they saw Fakong sitting directly at the table by the window on the first floor.

So they followed him, went up to talk, and said with a salute: "This master looks unfamiliar. I wonder which temple he is from?"

Fakong stood up and clasped his hands: "I am Fakong, the abbot of Yongkong Temple in Tianjin."

"Yongkong Temple..." An old man in brocade thought for a while.

"Fakong..." Another old man in brocade pondered.

The first old man in brocade shook his head and got nothing.

The second old man in brocade asked curiously: "Is it the great monk Fakong from Daqian?"

Fakong smiled: "Has my reputation spread here?"

"Is it really the great monk Fakong from Daqian?" The old man in brocade said hurriedly.

Fakong nodded slowly.

"Haha, it's really the Divine Monk Fakong!" The old man in brocade clothes hurriedly clasped his hands together, bowed his head and chanted a Buddhist name: "Meet the Divine Monk!"

Fakong clasped his hands together and smiled.

The other old man in brocade clothes half believed and half doubted, staring at Fakong without blinking.

"It's really a blessing in three lives!"

"Haha, I have been saying that if I am lucky enough to meet the Divine Monk Fakong in this life, it will be enough. I didn't expect that the Buddha appeared and really made my wish come true!"

He turned his head and patted his companion: "Old Zhou, your grandson is saved!"

"Is it really the Divine Monk Fakong?" Old Zhou stared at Fakong nervously, his voice trembling slightly.

For them, the Divine Monk Fakong is a legendary figure, not to mention that the Divine Monk Fakong is in Daqian, how could he come to Dayong.

Besides, whether the Divine Monk Fakong's supernatural powers are true or false is still a matter of debate.

The key is that it is said to be too miraculous, beyond human ability, like a god.

Fakong's eyes suddenly became deep, and he instantly saw through Old Zhou and the other old man.

He nodded gently: "So that's it."

He reached out and brushed the sleeves of his cassock, motioning them to sit down and talk.

The two old men in brocade clothes sat down hurriedly, and then stood up again, motioning Fakong to sit first.

Fakong sat down and smiled: "This is Donor Zhou, this is Donor Huang, right?"

"That's right." Huang Yanzhi nodded vigorously.

He believed more and more in Fakong's magical powers.

He knew his surname was Huang at a glance, what else could this be if not a magical power?

He had never met the monk Fakong before, and this time it was just an accidental encounter, and it was impossible for the monk Fakong to know him beforehand.

Fakong looked at Zhou Hanxu and said slowly: "Donor Zhou, your grandson is five years old this year and has been unable to speak. Is he suffering from some strange disease?"

"That's right." Zhou Hanxu nodded solemnly and said: "Master, please be merciful. I wonder if you can save my grandson?"

Fakong pondered: "This is indeed a strange disease, and medicine is difficult to work."

Zhou Hanxu nodded vigorously.

He invited many famous doctors, but they were all helpless.

After hope and disappointment again and again, the whole family finally fell into despair and gave up.

Even now they no longer take medicine.

Those medicines are useless, but make the child suffer.

They just hope that the child can enjoy the beauty of the world, take him out to play more, find more delicious and fun things.

Let him not come to this world in vain.

Every time he goes home, seeing the child's weak body and weak and painful expression, his heart is like a knife, and he wants to cry.

He hated his own incompetence. What was the use of having more money?

And his eldest son, even if he was the leader of a sect, what was the use?

Facing the child's strange disease, no matter how strong his martial arts were, it was useless. He could only watch the child die.

This anger and depression tortured him for a long time.

So he placed his thoughts on the Buddha, which could not only calm his mind, but also accumulate good deeds for his grandson, hoping that his grandson would be reincarnated into a good family and no longer suffer such pain.

Huang Yanzhi hurriedly said: "Master's Buddhist mantra is specially used to treat strange diseases, right? We heard that all the strange and terminal diseases in Shenjing were cured, all due to the power of Master's Buddhist mantra."

Fakong said: "Then let's give it a try."

After he said that, he made a seal with his hands, his expression solemn and sacred, pointed to the southwest direction, then released the seal, put his palms back into the sleeves of his cassock, and nodded gently: "Success or failure depends on your grandson's luck."

The two were stunned.

Fakong just gestured towards the void, as if he did nothing.

Huang Yanzhi hesitated and said, "Master, then shall we go to Old Zhou's house?"

Fakong shook his head, "I have already used the Rejuvenation Mantra. If it doesn't work, there is no need to go there. If it works, there is no need to go there again."

"This...?" Both of them were confused.

Fakong smiled and said: "Buddhism is incredible. Sometimes, you can transcend the constraints of space."

"Master is saying that the rejuvenation spell has fallen on Xiaomi?" Zhou Han asked hurriedly.

Fa Kong nodded.

Both of them were dubious.

But thinking of Fakong's reputation, they could only suppress their doubts and anxieties, and tentatively expressed their belief.

Fakong smiled and said, "If the two donors are not busy, let's sit down and eat together."

"You won't disturb the holy monk, right?" Huang Yanzhi said.

Fakong shook his head: "The poor monk is just wandering around unintentionally, following the circumstances, and has no worldly affairs."

"Then let's make trouble." Huang Yanzhi said hurriedly.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how could I leave it.

Even if Fa Kong doesn't invite him, he will shamelessly stick to him, follow him all the time, admire his grace, and ask for benefit from the Buddha's Dharma.

Both of them were believers, studied Buddhism intensively, and had friendships with many virtuous and eminent monks inside and outside Jingchuan City.

I often exchange Buddhist teachings and study Buddhist scriptures.

Buddhist monks are quite afraid of the reputation of Divine Monk Fa Kong, and they hardly talk about it.

Even if it comes up, change the subject.

If these eminent monks express disdain and rebuke, they may feel that they are indeed spreading lies and exaggerating.

But the vague attitude of these eminent monks made them convinced that the magical power of the divine monk Fa Kong was not completely false.

There may be a certain amount of exaggeration, but it is not completely unreliable. It is an exaggeration that sticks to the truth.

"Xiaoer." Huang Yanzhi raised his voice and waved.

He gave a few instructions to the waiter who hurried over with a smile on his face, ordered a few dishes, and then looked at Fakong.

Fa Kong smiled and nodded.

So the waiter ran away laughing.

The food was served very quickly. Fakong and the others had just said a few words and had already started to put the food on the table.

Fa Kong asked for a bottle of wine.

Chatting while drinking wine.

Huang Yanzhi is extremely talkative, while Zhou Hanxu is taciturn and depressed.

Huang Yanzhi shook his head helplessly: "Master, Lao Zhou is actually a cheerful person. It's a pity that his bad luck caused this incident to change his appearance now. Alas... this man really can't help himself."

Fakong nodded.

Zhou Hanxu forced a smile: "Old Huang, don't mention me, talk about yourself. You are also sick now."

Huang Yanzhi waved his hand carelessly: "My disease cannot be cured, but I won't die for the time being. I have enjoyed everything in my life. After living for seventy-two years, I will die."

Fakong looked at him with a smile: "Actually, Donor Huang, you don't need to pay too much attention to your illness. You will recover slowly."

"Can it be recovered?" Huang Yanzhi didn't believe it.

Fakong said: "As long as you take off the ring you are wearing, you will be cured naturally in two days."

Huang Yanzhi lowered his head and looked at his jade finger.

This finger is made of jasper, and you can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary thing.

Fakong smiled and said: "It is contaminated with some strange aura. Your illness is caused by this aura."

He suddenly formed a seal with his left hand and raised his right palm.

A ray of white light shot out from his right palm and shone on the jasper finger.

Wisps of black smoke floated out of Biyingying's finger, curling up, and the wisps were like black hair, swirling around and lingering for a long time.

The white light in Fakong's palm became brighter and brighter.

They finally couldn't bear it anymore, and slowly became thinner and smaller, and finally completely evaporated and disappeared.

Fakong released his hand seal, retracted his right palm, picked up the silver cup and took a sip of wine.

The wine in Lancuilou is only slightly inferior to the wine in the outer courtyard of Kongang Temple. Those wines are all real treasures.

It is extremely rare to drink such wine in a restaurant.

It is not without reason that Lancui Tower is the best in Jingchuan City.

"This is……"

"The Great Light Spell." Fakong smiled and said: "Amplify the light of light, transcend the soul, and expel evil spirits."

"It's a great experience, it's a great experience!" Huang Yanzhi chuckled and said, "Sure enough, it's better to be famous than to meet!"

Seeing this Great Light Mantra with my own eyes, the visual shock is indescribable. I was shocked both physically and mentally. I will never forget it in this life.

Fakong smiled and shook his head: "Buddha's mantra is just a kind of Buddhism and a means to enlightenment."

"But this method can save all sentient beings from suffering." Zhou Hanxu, who had remained silent, couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing this Great Light Spell, his dry heart was suddenly filled with a sense of coolness, and a hope that had not appeared for a long time emerged.

Fakong nodded: "I will do my best to help all sentient beings. Everything in this world cannot escape fate. In the end, it all depends on their own destiny."

He always understands one truth: he is by no means a savior, so don't take things for yourself, help whenever you can, and don't force yourself.

While the three of them were talking, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and a middle-aged man in rich clothes came to them.

He ran up to the three of them in one breath and shouted: "Master, master, the young master is saved!"

Zhou Hanxu perked up and said hurriedly: "Zhou Fu, please make it clear!"

"The young master was lying down sleeping. Suddenly he woke up, full of energy, and actually started talking." Zhou Fu, a middle-aged man in Jinyi, grinned from ear to ear: "The young master actually said he was hungry! Hehe, then... I drank a big bowl of porridge in one breath!”

Zhou Hanxu was overjoyed.

Zhou Fu continued: "Just then, Dr. Meng came over, checked the young master's pulse, and said that the young master can be saved!"

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