Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"I couldn't help it." Faxing shook his head.

He knew that the sword of karma was dangerous and could easily lead to death.

And for other martial arts, the possession of the devil would only ruin the martial arts or cause physical disability.

The disciples of the Vajra Temple had the foundation of the Vajra Temple martial arts, so even if they were possessed, it was no big deal. At most, they would have to waste their cultivation and start over again, but they would not die.

But the possession of the sword of karma was a sure death.

The disciples of the Vajra Temple who practiced the sword of karma would still die if they were possessed, and no one had survived by chance so far.

After thinking about it, he finally decided that if he wanted to be free in the world, the sword of karma was what he wanted to practice the most.

If he couldn't be free, he would rather be possessed and die.

Fakong glanced at Faxing and sighed: "Brother, you are too impatient."

"I am just impatient and can't give it up." Faxing smiled.

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

It is easy to change the country but difficult to change one's nature. Junior brother Fawu's impatient temper is indeed hard to give up.

Fakong turned around and walked back.

Faxing closed the temple door first and followed Fakong: "Brother, will we open the door tomorrow to receive pilgrims?"

Fakong shook his head.

Faxing said: "Although we are in a hurry, we are not tired. There is no need to rest. Just open the door."

Fakong came to the abbot's courtyard.

The other five middle-aged monks have already started cleaning, and in the blink of an eye, the abbot's courtyard has been completely renewed.

Fakong sat down at the stone table and pointed at the stone bench.

Faxing sat opposite him.

Fakong said: "Brother, Yongkong Temple is not going to receive pilgrims."

"Huh?" Faxing was surprised.

Vajra Temple is open to receive pilgrims. As long as the pilgrims can climb up the Great Snow Peak and walk to the front of Vajra Temple, they can enter the temple to burn incense, or talk with the guest, and even meet the abbot.

Yongkong Temple is located in the Tianjing of Dayong, such a prosperous place, but it doesn't receive pilgrims?

Fakong nodded slowly: "We won't open the door to receive pilgrims."

"Then why are we here?" Faxing said.

Fakong said: "Come and guard it, and you can also see the prosperity of Tianjing and the difference between Daqian and Dayong."

"This is to help us practice." Faxing smiled.

He finally understood what Fakong meant.

Coming to Tianjing is to increase your knowledge, experience the ordinary mind in the world, and help practice.

Fakong nodded.

Faxing said: "In fact, opening the door to welcome pilgrims will not delay our practice, and it can also help practice."

Fakong shook his head: "After all, we are from Daqian, and people are still afraid of us. Moreover, Buddhism is flourishing here, and there are too many people who are proficient in Buddhism. Once we open the door, we may not be able to please them."

Buddhism is flourishing in Dayong. Just pick a few lay Buddhists and they can talk about Buddhism.

Buddhism is wisdom, but practice is not just talking about Buddhism.

The Buddhist teachings of the disciples of the Vajra Temple are not profound. They will gradually become profound only after they have practiced to a certain level and then started to study Buddhism.

Faxing is still young now, and it is not the time for him to study Buddhism. His Buddhist teachings are not even as good as those of the lay Buddhists.

If you talk about martial arts with others and they talk about Buddhism with you, in the eyes of the people of Tianjing, you are not good at Buddhism and you are not qualified as a monk.

Once you are questioned by the lay Buddhists, you will be embarrassed if you can't answer, and the Vajra Temple will lose face.

It will be difficult to regain the lost face.

Just think about it, even if the Great Miaolian Temple endorses Yongkong Temple and Yongkong Temple can open smoothly, the masters of various martial arts sects will resist assassination, but they will never be so obedient and do nothing.

If the people in the martial arts world are so obedient, the world would have been peaceful long ago.

They will definitely think of other tricks, and will definitely ask the lay Buddhists who study Buddhism to cause trouble for Yongkong Temple and drag Faxing and Brother Faneng to debate.

If we can’t fight with arms, then we will fight with words. We must make our junior brothers Fawu lose their reputation and be laughed at by everyone.

Of course, this is not the key point.

The key point is that he doesn’t want to use Yongkong Temple to make himself famous.

Yongkong Temple is too important and will definitely be watched by Da Miaolian Temple. There is no need to make too much noise and make Da Miaolian Temple more wary.

Faxing understood what Fakong meant.

He scratched his head and frowned, saying, “I’m really not good at Buddhism. Even though I studied the Diamond Sutra in this retreat and read the transcripts and experiences of the great monks of all generations, I gained very little.”

“The timing is not right.” Fakong said.

Faxing’s understanding and qualifications are top-notch. What he lacks is opportunity. If the opportunity is not right, it will not be the time for him to take off.

“The timing…” Faxing sighed, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Fakong said: "Let's talk about the Karma Blade. Junior brother, how far have you practiced the Karma Blade? Let's practice it and see."

"Senior brother, have you practiced the Karma Blade?"

"I know a little bit." Fakong smiled: "Maybe I can help you."

"Okay." Faxing stood up, slowly moved his strength, then concentrated his strength on his hand and gently drew it.

There seemed to be a ripple in the void.

Fakong raised his eyebrows: "Hand Blade?"

"I think the hand blade is more flexible and more powerful than the ring blade."

"But it is also more difficult to practice." Fakong frowned.

There are two ways to practice the Karma Blade, one is the ring blade and the other is the hand blade. There are subtle differences in the training methods of the two.

In terms of power, the hand strength is indeed better, but it is also more difficult to practice.

Bencheng wisely chose the ring blade, while Faxing chose the hand blade without fear of death. He was committing suicide.

Faxing smiled indifferently and said, "It doesn't matter if you practice it a little bit. If you practice it incorrectly, Jiedao will also go astray and die."

He then said, "Brother, am I practicing it correctly?"

Fakong shook his head.

Faxing raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

"It's definitely not right." Fakong nodded slowly: "It's only a hair's breadth away from going astray. Now I'm standing on the edge of the cliff. I'll go down if I take one step forward."

Faxing was in deep thought.

He recalled what he had practiced and what was said in the secret book of the sword of karma, and compared the similarities and differences. He found that what he had practiced was completely correct, exactly the same.

He looked up at Fakong, confused.

Fakong made a light slash.

A white arc of light appeared in the void, like a crescent moon, bright and flawless, as if the bright moon fell in front of him, giving people a strong shock.

This bright light was very similar to the white light emitted by the Great Bright Mantra.

Faxing's eyes suddenly lit up.

This is the sword of karma, a real sword of karma that has been practiced. Its light is bright and its rays are moist, pointing directly at people's hearts, eliminating disasters and eliminating karma.

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"Brother, you..." He could not hide his shock.

Never expected that Fakong had already mastered the Karma Blade.

He had mastered such a peerless sword technique, but he had never used it once, hiding it. Isn't this too much to bear?

Fakong said: "Brother, the Karma Blade is actually based on the Heavenly Demon Sutra and supplemented by Buddhism. Without enough demonic nature and ambition, it is impossible to practice this skill. You can practice to this point because of your ambition."

The fact that Brother Faxing has come to this point today has a lot to do with the stimulation of himself and Brother Faning.

At the beginning, in the younger generation of Master Huinan's lineage, Junior Brother Faxing was the best. Later, he suddenly appeared and surpassed him.

If this was a great stimulation, then Junior Brother Faning also surpassed him, which was a real heavy blow.

He could accept that he was stronger, after all, he had Buddhist mantras and supernatural powers, so it was natural for him to be stronger than him.

But Junior Brother Faning was not as talented as him, entered the martial arts world later than him, and was still stronger than him in the end, which was unbearable.

What's more, after he went to Dayong Wulin, he experienced the hardships of fighting and had a deeper obsession with being invincible in the martial arts world.

Especially Monk Yuande, he was even more determined to win.

So he practiced the Ye Dao without hesitation.

However, this also fits the initial state of mind of Ye Dao. Without the spirit of swallowing the world and being the most respected among all the peaks in the world, practicing Ye Dao is suicide.

"...right." Faxing nodded helplessly.

Fakong said: "You are in a good mood now. You are ambitious and kind. What you lack most now is Buddhism."

"Buddhism..." Faxing suddenly looked bitter.

He had studied Buddhist scriptures hard during his retreat, but he really had no interest in Buddhism. He just wanted to practice peerless martial arts and dominate the world.

How could he have a heart of renunciation and read Buddhism when he was so eager to enter the world?

"Let me talk about Buddhism to you, my junior brothers." Fakong saw that he couldn't study Buddhism by himself, so he could only help him.

"Okay." Faxing smiled and said: "People in the world say that you, my senior brother, are profound in Buddhism, and there are strange phenomena when you preach."

"This is their own inner appearance, it is just an illusion." Fakong said.

Of course, he would not say that this was a combination of magic and Buddhism to strengthen people's worship.

People's hearts are like this. They don't believe in ordinary things, but only believe in things that are out of reach and incredible.

Fakong looked serious and bowed to the void.

Faxing's eyes lit up.

He felt that Fakong suddenly became solemn and sacred, as if he had changed into a different person.

Fakong gently brushed his purple-gold cassock, stood up to tidy up his clothes and belt, and then slowly sat down.

Faxing felt that an invisible altar suddenly appeared in front of him, three feet high.

Fakong seemed to be sitting at the stone table, but in fact he was sitting in the center of the altar.

In the center of the altar, a seat made of hundreds of bright lotus flowers supported his body and seemed to emit a fragrance.

"Amitabha." Fakong slowly chanted the Buddha's name, and the sound came from the sky, ethereal and vast, and went straight into Faxing's heart. "Today, let's talk about the Diamond Sutra..."

The five people who were cleaning the temple suddenly stopped, and the sound drifted into their ears, making them suddenly enter a state of concentration.

When everyone woke up slowly, Fakong was no longer in Yongkong Temple.

For the next period of time, Faxing remained silent, dazed, and immersed in Buddhism.

Lingkong Temple.

The morning sun shines on Lingkong Temple. Fakong appears in a monastery. The queen and Chu Ling are weeding in the vegetable garden.

Lingkong Temple is blessed with the Rejuvenation Mantra, and the grass and trees are lush. Weeding is done almost every day.

Seeing him appear, Chu Ling rolled her eyes at him and said nothing.

The queen put down her hoe and came closer with a smile.

She was dressed in plain clothes and hairpins, and had washed away all the glory. She seemed to be an ordinary village woman, no longer as graceful as before.

As she was leisurely in Lingkong Temple, no longer scheming, and no longer needed to manage the entire harem, she became more and more gentle, and her temperament became more and more restrained.

Fakong smiled and said, "My queen, I want to talk to your highness."

"No one comes to the Sanbao Palace for no reason." Chu Ling glanced at him and snorted, "It's definitely not good to come to me! Even if there is good, don't come to me."

Fakong smiled at her and said, "Your highness also knows that you can't go to the border town. It involves too many things and you can't get past the emperor."

"How can you know if you don't try!" Chu Ling was dressed in white and had a lively temperament.

Fakong shook his head.

Chu Ling put down the hoe, put his hands behind his back and walked away.

Fakong clasped his hands and bowed to the queen, then followed her out.

Chu Ling came to Fakong's abbot's courtyard, sat down at the stone table and hummed, "What do you want to say to avoid my mother?"

"Tell the emperor that Dayun's distinguished guests are here."