"Hey, isn't this Song Laosan?"

"Li Da is actually still alive? Still jumping around?"

"I thought they were all dead, how could they all be alive?"

"Isn't it certain that you will die once you get this disease?"

"Has a cure been found?"

"Thank God!"

Seeing those people who had been cured on the stage, their acquaintances started talking about it, arousing curiosity and inquiries from people around them.

The people being questioned immediately started talking non-stop, saying that so and so had been infected with the disease and had been carried away, thinking that they were left to fend for themselves or found a place to burn them.

Unexpectedly, he was full of energy and had been cured!

It seems that the prince has found a miracle doctor!

Their numb eyes glowed with hope.

Chu Xiang's voice rang in every ear: "They were all infected, why are they fine now?"

His eyes were like lightning, scanning all around.

People felt like they were seen by him.

Chu Xiang said in a deep voice: "Because this king has invited an eminent monk, Master Fakong!"

He said slowly: "Master Fakong is the abbot of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple. He has profound Buddhist teachings and vast supernatural powers. He can cure them by casting Buddhist spells!"

Although Chu Xiang is upright, he is not ignorant of the world, he just disdains to succumb to the world.

In his opinion, Fa Kong did not hesitate to help when faced with the plague and saved so many people.

This character is enough to make people respect you, and this kindness is enough to make people feel grateful.

There's really not much I can do.

There is only fame and profit in the world. If you can't give too much benefit, then give fame.

Improving the reputation of Master Fakong can also make the victims more confident. Only by raising their spirits and fighting spirit can they ward off the plague.

"Master Fakong? Never heard of it."

"It can't be that young monk, right?"

"Master Fakong...?"

"Abbott of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple? Too young, right?"

"Is it true or not, Buddhism can cure diseases?"

"I thought it was a miracle doctor, but it turned out to be an eminent monk."

…

The buzz of discussion spread.

Chu Xiang allowed them to discuss.

More than a hundred people on the stage saluted Fakong Heshi.

After a night, they woke up.

I was not dreaming or dying, but I really came back to life and was saved by the Buddhist mantra of Master Fa Kong.

Thinking about the despair and unwillingness at that time, and then thinking about it now, it is simply a nightmare, and the happiness of surviving a near-death situation is indescribable.

Their gratitude to Fa Kong was beyond words, and they wished they could give everything they had to repay him.

"Bang!" Suddenly an old man fell to the ground, put his palms together and saluted, and then touched his head to the ground as a salute.

The older you get, the more you fear death and the more you long for life.

He was the most seriously ill, dying and about to die. He was still full of unwillingness and desire for life when he was dying.

He has been praying for someone to save him. If someone can save him, he will repay the favor even if he is a bull or a horse.

Fakong shook his head and brushed the sleeves of his cassock.

The old man was lifted up by the invisible force and could no longer kneel down. He could only give a deep bow: "Holy monk, it is difficult to repay a great kindness. I am willing to be a slave and serve the master!"

Fakong smiled and said, "It doesn't have to be like this."

He glanced at more than a hundred people and said warmly: "Buddhism pays attention to the method of fate. Since you meet a poor monk, it is fate. Buddha does not need to be too polite when meeting someone with fate."

These more than one hundred people provided more than two hundred people with the power of faith.

My guess is correct. Only when you are in the abyss of despair can you have faith more easily.

A heartless person like Lin Feiyang cannot despair at all, so he cannot have faith.

But Fan Ning is different. There should be another situation in which belief arises, like the embroidery ladies who are with Cheng Jia and others in Mingyue Embroidery House.

Fa Kong's soft voice spread throughout the four directions, ringing clearly in everyone's ears: "The rejuvenation mantra in your hands is the Buddha mantra I cast."

He used the Great Heavenly Dragon Yin.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but feel refreshed.

They all lowered their heads to look at the plain papers in their hands. Some of them had already thrown away some of them. They immediately regretted it and turned to look at those of the people around them.

Fakong said: "I will explain the method of reciting and upholding this mantra one by one. When the time comes, you will recite and uphold it with me, and there will be miraculous effects."

After he finished speaking, he began to explain how to recite and recite the Rejuvenation Mantra. How to form mudra, how to pronounce it, and how to hyphen it.

He floated into the air, slowly floating above the crowd as if being supported by someone, demonstrating the method of forming mudra.

Everyone looked up to the sky and stared at his hands, and then tried to learn, or learned from those nearby who were faster at learning, and gave each other guidance, and soon learned the mudras of the Rejuvenation Mantra.

Then there is the method of chanting and reciting.

Fa Kong said it ten times in one breath, and then led everyone to start chanting, and the voices gradually merged together and became uniform.

At this time, sporadic power of faith had already emerged.

Fa Kong finally fell back to the high platform, formed seals with his hands and began to cast the rejuvenation spell.

There is a huge jade bottle in the sky, slowly pouring down the nectar.

The nectar fell like a waterfall and turned into thin streams.

This trickle turned into droplets of water, dripping down on everyone like rain.

The raindrops of this rejuvenation spell were invisible, but they felt tangible. They all looked up in surprise.

But the sky is clear and there is no rain or cloud.

Fakong kept casting the rejuvenation spell, over and over again.

The sweet rain fell drop by drop, changing from scattered raindrops to drizzle, then to moderate rain, and finally to heavy rain, completely washing away the hopelessness from their bodies, and at the same time, it also eliminated their original illness.

As the rain falls, the power of faith gradually increases.

Ten o'clock, twenty o'clock, thirty o'clock...one hundred o'clock...one thousand o'clock...

The halo in the void of my mind began to become warm and moist, like a soft white jade light. It no longer had the previous clarity, but had a stronger texture.

Bright and flawless, gentle and gentle.

With the power of more than ten thousand people's faith, Fakong felt like he got rich overnight.

After an hour, when Fakong stopped the rejuvenation spell, all the victims' faces were glowing red and their spirits were full.

The Rejuvenation Spell restored them to full health.

I had been fleeing all the way, and I was mentally stressed, physically exhausted, and not eating well, so I could easily get sick.

Many people died on the way. Those who were alive had a good life, but they also had some problems, which were inevitable.

Under the rejuvenation spell, all their hidden and obvious dangers were eliminated, all evil spirits disappeared, and only righteousness protected the body.

Including the surrounding armored soldiers, all were washed away by the rejuvenation spell and became extremely healthy, and their bodies returned to their peak condition.

Fakong said to Chu Xiang: "Your Majesty, what the poor monk can do has been done."

Chu Xiang looked at the condition of the victims below and was extremely shocked. He saw that Kong had no intention of leaving and hurriedly said: "Master, please take a step to speak."

Fa Kong nodded lightly.

When the two people floated off the high platform, everyone had not yet come back to their senses and was still in a trance.

The two returned to their big tent on the mountainside.

"Grandmaster……"

The two of them sat in the tent and someone offered them tea. After the two of them took a sip, Chu Xiang hesitated and spoke.

Fakong said: "Your Majesty, are you worried about the city?"

"Yes." Chu Xiang nodded hurriedly, with a serious face, and said slowly: "I really don't know if anyone in the city has contracted this disease."

Fakong nodded: "I am also worried about this."
To be continued...