Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The smile on Zhou Hanxu's face widened, and he hurriedly stood up to go back.

Huang Yanzhi hurriedly said: "Old Zhou!"

Zhou Hanxu turned back to look at him, and then hurriedly saluted Fakong: "Thank you, master! Thank you, master!"

Fakong smiled and said, "Donor Zhou, please go and have a look."

"Master, wait a moment, I'll be back soon!" Zhou Han said hurriedly.

He ran away.

Although he looks old, he runs vigorously and nimbly, as if he has suddenly become ten years younger.

"This old Zhou..." Huang Yanzhi shook his head and said with a smile: "I really have accumulated blessings in my previous life!"

He said to Fakong Heshi: "The master's magical power is truly miraculous."

Fa Kong smiled.

He is no longer humble, and any more modesty would be hypocrisy.

The ability to cast Buddhist curses from afar with his own hands is indeed miraculous, and has gone beyond people's imagination and martial arts.

Huang Yanzhi said: "Master, is this the rejuvenation spell?"

"Exactly..."

"At what distance can the Rejuvenation Spell be cast?" Huang Yanzhi asked hurriedly.

Fakong glanced out the window with a smile and said calmly: "Sitting here, the entire Jingchuan City is within the range of the show."

"Master, what a magical power!" Huang Yanzhi was speechless.

Fakong smiled and said: "Donor Huang, the origin of this finger ring... it's best to find out who gave it to you."

"He's my son." Huang Yanzhi said.

Fakong shook his head: "I'm afraid the first master has no good intentions. Be careful of their other methods. You still have to be careful."

Huang Yanzhi's face changed slightly.

Fakong said: "This finger pull is a mild method. I'm afraid there will be something more powerful. It is an invisible poison. Without the Great Light Spell, it is invisible and shadowless, and it is impossible to prevent it."

Huang Yanzhi's face was solemn, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and a majestic aura suddenly surged out.

Fa Kong knew his identity.

He is the former leader of the Qingzhu Gang, a large gang in Jingchuan City. Now he has resigned, and the position of gang leader has been handed over to his second son.

He spent his old age and studied Buddhism intensively.

The son is a man of extraordinary prowess, a man who is better than his master, and a filial son, so he lives a carefree life.

The aura developed in a high position has completely subsided in normal times. Walking on the street, he looks like an ordinary old man.

At this moment, he suddenly showed the aura of being in a high position all year round.

Huang Yanzhi said in a deep voice, "Thank you, Master, for reminding me."

Fakong smiled and said: "We are destined to meet each other. Since we are destined people, it is also the right thing to say by the way. There is no need to be too polite."

"Yes." Huang Yanzhi said solemnly.

He immediately lost his seriousness and smiled again: "Master is here, are you okay?"

Fakong shook his head: "Just wandering around, seeing how big the world is, the chaos of the world, and getting a taste of the world of mortals."

"Other masters see through the mortal world and stay away from it."

"The world of mortals is not only a place where chaos disturbs the mind, but it is also a place where the mind is refined." Fakong smiled: "Whether it is a state of confusion or mind refinement, it all depends on the strength of one's cultivation and one thought."

If your cultivation level is too weak, you will not be able to maintain your state of mind. Being in the world of mortals will indeed disturb your concentration and is not conducive to your cultivation.

When your cultivation level is strong enough, if you want to strengthen it in a targeted manner, you can roll around in the world of mortals, find your weaknesses, and strengthen them.

At this time, the world of mortals is a wonderful place for refining the mind.

Huang Yanzhi nodded thoughtfully.

He has been pursuing to stay away from the mortal world, to stay away from the world, and to pursue complete peace in his heart, but he has never been able to achieve it.

He once thought about becoming a monk directly, entering Buddhism, and entering a temple, but he couldn't leave behind the prosperity of the world.

Fa Kong seal.

A heart-purifying curse fell into Huang Yanzhi's mind.

He instantly felt a kind of coolness and tranquility that he had never experienced before, a wonderful feeling that was mixed with coldness and warmth.

I feel joyful and peaceful, and my heart is as clear as ice, without any fluctuations.

Fakong said warmly: "This is the feeling of concentration that Donor Huang has been pursuing. The concentration is not the ultimate, but just to be able to fully understand all the things in the world, so as to realize the method of liberation... Many people pursue it hard, but often forget it. What exactly do you want to pursue? Instead, you blindly pursue the state of concentration, just like pointing your finger at the moon. You are obviously looking for the moon, but you are often obsessed with it. "

"Thank you, Master, I have learned a lesson!" Huang Yanzhi said in awe, as if a cold water had been poured on his head.

It dawned on him.

I had been going astray before.

Fakong smiled, took a mouthful of beef, chewed it slowly, and then took a sip of wine.

People coming and going around, some glanced in surprise, then turned away and continued to eat their own food.

If Huang Yanzhi was still the former leader of the Qingzhu Gang, many people would come up to talk and say hello.

Now Huang Yanzhi is no longer the gang leader. Although he is the gang leader's father, he can't speak after all. The new gang leader is selfless and will not recognize his relatives.

So there is no need to curry favor with Huang Yanzhi.

Amidst the sound of footsteps, Zhou Hanxu strode in. Panting, he came closer, bowed to Fakong Heshi, and bowed deeply.

Fakong allowed him to salute and said with a smile: "Donor Zhou, please sit down."

Zhou Hanxu sat down, breathing heavily.

Huang Yanzhi handed over a cup of tea and said with a smile: "Old Zhou, take a rest. How is Xiao Mi?"

"Excellent." Zhou Hanxu smiled broadly, his gloomy and tense face was like a blooming flower, and every wrinkle was relaxed.

His eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "According to Doctor Meng, Xiao Mi is no longer in danger. As long as he is properly treated, he will be able to recover like a normal person."

He said excitedly: "Since I went back, Xiao Mi has been getting better and better."

He laughed: "Doctor Meng thought I got the elixir from somewhere, and he was unbelievable."

Huang Yanzhi was also happy and laughed: "Good, Old Zhou, this time we finally waited for the bright moon to bloom."

Zhou Hanxu wanted to thank Fakong again, but Fakong waved his hand to stop him and smiled: "Donor Zhou, there is no need to do this. It was just a small favor for this poor monk."

Zhou Hanxu shook his head with emotion, and he really didn't know how to thank Fakong.

Seeing his grandson survive from a desperate situation, he was more grateful than himself, which was tantamount to saving their family.

Fakong could feel the increase of the power of faith. It just increased by ten. Obviously, Zhou Hanxu had already said at home that he had done it.

Huang Yanzhi sighed: "Old Zhou is indeed lucky, and I am lucky too."

Fakong glanced at the people coming and going outside the window, and said after a pause: "Since we have started today, let's just put in more effort."

He took out a stack of rejuvenation spells from his sleeves. The rejuvenation spells were all plain paper.

The paper of these plain paper is similar to kraft paper, which is not afraid of water, but afraid of fire.

It will not get wet by water, but will be burned by fire.

"These are rejuvenation spells. Believe in my Buddhist teachings, and recite these rejuvenation spells, and you will have the power to save yourself."

Huang Yanzhi and Zhou Hanxu stared at the stack of rejuvenation spells with their eyes wide open.

"I will hold a blessing ceremony in Jingchuan City today." Fakong said: "Tonight at midnight, anyone who chants this mantra will receive my rejuvenation mantra."

"Blessing ceremony?!" Huang Yanzhi was overjoyed: "Master, are you going to hold a blessing ceremony in Jingchuan City too?"

Fakong nodded: "No need for everyone to gather, just stay at home, Mr. Huang, Mr. Zhou, I want to ask you for a favor."

"Master, just give me your orders."

"Please send these rejuvenation mantras to those with terminal illnesses." Fakong said: "A total of one thousand."

He took out three more stacks from his sleeve.

A stack about one meter high, it is hard to imagine how it fit into his sleeve.

The two knew at a glance that this was another magical power.

Fakong said in a gentle voice: "The two donors need to hurry up and deliver these 1,000 rejuvenation spells to those with terminal illnesses or dying. If they recite them sincerely, they will naturally receive the rejuvenation spells to heal themselves."

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"Okay!" The two agreed readily.

One is the leader of the Qingzhu Gang, and the other is the head of the Qiufeng Sword Sect. They are both powerful in Jingchuan City.

Fakong asked them to help because of their identities. It was also a rare opportunity, so he took the opportunity to develop believers.

Jingchuan City has an excellent geographical location. One city can radiate several cities in the south of Dayong. Developing believers here will achieve twice the result with half the effort.

In Jingchuan City, people's hearts are surging, and gossip is flying everywhere. People are talking about the rejuvenation spell sent by the Qingzhu Gang and the Qiufeng Sword Sect.

It is said that if you recite this rejuvenation spell sincerely, no matter how serious the disease is or how strange the disease is, you can get the treatment of the rejuvenation spell.

Especially at the time of Hai in the evening, the Fakong Divine Monk will cast the rejuvenation spell from a distance to save all living beings. Don't miss it.

The rich families in the city have tried their best, because they dare not rob the Qingzhu Gang and the Qiufeng Sword Sect, so they can only take it by trickery.

Give enough silver to buy this rejuvenation spell.

The civilians have limited channels for information and unclear cognition. They are half-believing and half-doubting the Daqian Fakong Divine Monk.

If there is a large sum of silver in front of them, in exchange for the rejuvenation spell that may or may not work, most people will often agree.

This sum of money may allow a family to have enough food and drink for the rest of their lives, and the price is only the sacrifice of one person.

What's more, this rejuvenation spell may not really work, it may just be a trick.

The sun sets and the bright moon rises.

Fakong stands on a small pavilion on a rockery in Jingchuan City, looking up at the sky.

He is in the back garden of Zhou Hanxu's mansion.

The back garden of Zhou's mansion is exquisitely built with ingenuity.

The rockery stream, the strange stones and the emerald green, are arranged in a quiet and elegant way, making people forget the world.

There is a small pavilion on the rockery, and Fakong stands on the pavilion, bathing in the cold moonlight.

The purple gold cassock flutters, glittering with golden light under the moonlight.

Zhou Hanxu holds a thin child in his arms, standing outside the pavilion, looking up at Fakong.

The little boy has particularly big eyes and skin and bones, as if he can be blown down by a gust of wind. Zhou Hanxu holds him carefully, like a treasure.

His big eyes were staring straight at Fakong.

Huang Yanzhi and Zhou Hanxu stood side by side, also looking at Fakong.

Fakong stood firmly on the top of the pavilion with his hands behind his back, looking up at the night sky, as if counting the stars in the sky.

"Ding..."

A clear sound came from a distance.

This was the bell in Zhou's house, which meant that it was already the hour of Hai.

Fakong made a seal with his hands and closed his eyes.

Under the shining moon, a spring seemed to appear in the sky, and a pool of nectar quickly gushed out, gently shaking in the moonlight, flashing jade light.

These nectars suddenly fell like a waterfall.

After falling a hundred meters in the air, they dispersed, turned into strands of thin threads, divided into a thousand parts, and fell into hundreds of houses.