Longevity

Fa Kong stood on the altar, with his hands folded, his eyes lowered, and he muttered and recited the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

Although it came from a long distance, it was faint and distant, but the sound was clear and audible, but it was impossible to hear what it was.

It seems to be speaking in some local dialects, not Mandarin, so I can hear the voice but not the meaning.

After a while, the voice seemed to change direction again, and it came from the underground, the voice that came out from under Jiuyou.

For a while in the distant horizon, for a while under the Nine Serenities, it is constantly changing.

People are in a state of absolute calm at this time, and the previous mania has completely disappeared, like a different person.

They all wondered what the sound was about.

Afterwards, their eyes were pulled tightly by Fa Kong, unable to move away.

Fakong's body is slowly pouring out white light. The soft white light is like moonlight, and it is two points warmer than moonlight. It is more like the light emitted by suet white jade.

The soft white light surged more and more, and under the shroud of white light, Fa Kong was solemn and sacred, and the purple gold cassock was exceptionally shining.

The white light began to expand outwards, slowly flowing like the water in a pond, spreading and spreading, until it enveloped the entire wide field.

"Sect Master?" Ding Xingqing looked at Ning Zhenzhen.

Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly: "It's casting the Ksitigarbha dakini mantra."

"Do you want to save them?" Ding Xingqing said in surprise, "Do you want to save so many people at once?"

She had observed it carefully just now, not counting the injuries, at least thirty or forty people died, all of them fatally wounded.

It’s okay to save one or two people, but is it really possible to save so many people at once?

People widened their eyes in amazement, looking at the white light surrounding them, and couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

The warm and cool feeling came from the back of the palm of the hand, which was indescribably refreshing and comfortable, as if entering the hand into the spring water under the scorching sun.

"Can it really save so many people?" Jing Xiaomei said worriedly: "If the master fails to cast the spell..."

She shook her head gently: "Everyone will blame him."

When saving them, they will be grateful, but if they cannot be saved, that gratitude will turn into resentment.

This is the human heart.

Now that he has gradually seen through the hearts of people, he is no longer as simple and naive as he used to be.

The human heart is the constant reciprocation of yin and yang.

One moment is sunny joy, the next moment is dark resentment, in short, it will never change.

Ning Zhen really smiled.

Senior brother act, how could it not be done?

As long as the shot will be successful, there are no surprises.

She looked at the spread of those white lights. They seemed to recognize people. They passed over those who were injured and those who were not injured, and fell on those who died. They began to condense on them, becoming more and more intense.

The sound of chanting became louder and louder, and the white light began to accelerate and condense.

The city guards and those who wanted to see Fa Kong widened their eyes, lest they would miss something in the blink of an eye.

After a while, the sound of chanting suddenly became louder.

Dark clouds gathered quickly from all directions, and piled up and piled up above Yongkong Temple, forming a majestic giant peak.

The giant peak formed by the dark clouds seems to be inserted into the sky, leading to a higher place, which makes people unable to bear curiosity and admiration.

The giant peak formed by the dark clouds seems to be pressed down at any time, and there is a faint thunder, there is a faint lightning, and occasionally a silver light streaks across.

People feel depressed and can't help but want to run away.

But the white light around them relieved their tension and depression, and everything around them was like a dream, as if they were in a world of bliss.

Some people looked up at the sky, while others looked at those who were enveloped in white light, feeling that their eyes were not enough.

Suddenly, their eyes darkened.

Those white lights penetrated into the skin of the wrapped person in an instant, and disappeared almost instantly.

Lightning suddenly burst out from the dark clouds in the sky, and several silver lightnings cut through the dark clouds, and the eyes were bright.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

…

"Boom!"

"boom-!"

"Boom!"

…

Over the Yongkong Temple, there was lightning and thunder.

People couldn't help but close their eyes and cover their ears, but they stared blankly, staring blankly as lightning flashed past and hit themselves.

Like dozens of silver dragons rushing towards them, they want to devour themselves.

"Amitabha!" Fakong's Buddha's horn pierced through the heavens and the earth.

He stood on the altar, the purple gold cassock hunting, as if in the wind, He Shi's palms separated, and slowly lifted to the top of his head.

A lavender light shrouded the surroundings, protecting everyone among them.

The silver dragon formed by lightning hit the lavender shield, and immediately slowed down, then dissipated into the sky and the earth.

People breathed a sigh of relief and trembled.

But Lei Ting did not give up. In the thunder and lightning again, dozens of lightning bolts rushed over and hit the lavender mask again.

The silver dragon was annihilated again.

and then reappear.

Repeat this nine times.

People's hearts fell nine times, and when the dark clouds in the sky quickly dissipated and turned blue again, they found that their whole body was so soft that they were about to lose their strength.

Fa Kong stood in the void and put his palms together and said, "Followers, the poor monk's Ksitigarbha Dakini mantra can bring back the dead within seven days, but it can only make people live for one jiazi, and beyond one jiazi. The curse can't do anything."

Everyone was soft and could hear clearly.

Some people are in high spirits, and some people are suddenly disappointed.

Fa Kong said: "Tomorrow morning, the poor monks will hold a ceremony of returning to the sun here. If you die within seven days and are under the age of a child, you can send them outside the temple, Amitabha."

After he finished speaking, he nodded lightly towards the city guards, expressed his gratitude, and disappeared without a trace.

As he disappeared, the dead lying on the ground opened their eyes one after another and stood up blankly.

Whether it was the city guards or those who besieged the city guards, they all cheered.

Not only because of the death of the companion, but also because of witnessing the wonders of the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra, which can really bring back the dead.

Does this mean that he will not die prematurely, and even if he dies, as long as he is sent to the outside of Yongkong Temple, he will have a chance to live again?

They are all middle-aged or young people here, and the older ones will not be mixed in, nor will they besiege the city guards.

The footsteps sounded, and the city guards rushed over from all directions, forming a siege in the blink of an eye.

Then the city guards started catching people, not letting anyone go. They caught them first and then screened who did and who didn't.

Even those who haven't done it will suffer some hardships, and those who do it will face heavy punishment, and the same goes for the powerful.

This time, the City Guards acted in accordance with the order, and if they had the order, they would be righteous and unceremoniously arrest people directly.

No matter how much you begged, how much anger you scolded, you won't eat hard or soft.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Let's go."

She fluttered away, and soon entered an alley, turning around, dazzling Ding Xingqing and Jing Xiaomei.

"Senior sister, are we going to...?" Ding Xingqing looked around.

"Chase those people." Ning Zhenzhen said.

Ding Xingqing was refreshed: "How many troublemakers?"

"Well." Ning Zhenzhen nodded.

"Can you catch it?" Ding Xingqing asked curiously: "We are not close, can we catch up with just a few glances?"

Ning Zhen really smiled.

For others, it is really impossible to start, because there is no approach, and the tracking technique cannot be used.

But they are different.

Senior Brother has planted a unique aura on them, and they are like torches in the dark night, especially conspicuous.

Sure enough, everything is under the master's control.

"Sect Master, this time, the Master's reputation will be even louder." Jing Xiaomei's eyes lit up with excitement.

Thinking that the people who had fallen to the ground and died before came back to life, stood up and returned to life, I was inexplicably excited.

"Well." Ning Zhenzhen nodded.

The name of the gods and monks comes from Buddhist mantras and supernatural powers, but for ordinary people, it is still very far away.

The supernatural powers sound great, but they seem to have nothing to do with themselves. No matter how good the supernatural powers are, they are of no use to themselves, and they don't care that much.

The Ksitigarbha dakini is different.

He even came back to life, as long as he was not over sixty years old, he could come back to life.

The old man can't do it, but which family has no children? Or children, or grandchildren, grandchildren, grandchildren.

It is the biggest tragedy in the world for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person. Which one is not afraid to mention it.

And with the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra, the tragedy in this world can be avoided. How fortunate is this?

The Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra is related to the happiness of every family and is related to one's own destiny. How could it be ignored?

Therefore, the reputation of the senior brother will increase explosively, and the prestige will be unprecedentedly high, which no one can match.

Although Da Miao Lian Temple is strong and the national teacher is also powerful, it is still far away from him, and it has nothing to do with his life.

They just admire from a distance, but not so strongly.

But it's different for my brother.

Of course, there is a completely different attitude and enthusiasm for saving one's own suffering from those who can only look at it from a distance.

Ding Xingqing said: "But it's quite troublesome, Senior Sister, Master can't stay here all day long, right?"

"Won't."

"What if someone comes over every day?" Ding Xingqing said, "And it's difficult to cast this Ksitigarbha Dakini mantra, right?"

"That's right." Jing Xiaomei nodded hurriedly: "Such a powerful Buddhist mantra~www.readwn.com~ reverses life and death, there must be a price."

"There will always be a way." Ning Zhenzhen said.

Senior brother will not do things that sacrifice themselves for others, it must be beneficial, otherwise they would have been covered up tightly and not leaked.

Since it was leaked, it must be the brother who deliberately let people know.

Why should it be so?

"It's here!" Ning Zhenzhen said suddenly.

Ding Xingqing and Jing Xiaomei hurriedly closed their red lips, looked around, and looked at the house that Ning Zhenzhen was looking at.

"Senior sister," Ding Xingqing lowered her voice and said softly, "These guys are very tricky and difficult to deal with."

Ning Zhenzhen looked at Jing Xiaomei: "Go to the city guards."

"Yes." Jing Xiaomei responded with awe, turned around and left.

After a cup of tea, Jing Xiaomei brought eight city guards, all of them with a condensed aura, half hidden and half exposed, obviously top-notch experts.

They clasped their fists and saluted Ning Zhenzhen to express their gratitude.

My people have been chasing these murderers, but unfortunately these guys are too cunning, they disappeared without a trace and couldn't catch up.

Sect Master Mo of Jade Butterfly Sect actually caught up, which is tantamount to helping himself a big favor.

Although those dead colleagues have come back to life, this revenge has to be avenged, and the conspiracy against the city guards is unforgivable.