"I Zhu Xianzhi, dare I ask Master Fakong."

"Bless the donor, please say."

"Was the heavy rain in the Vajra Temple caused by the master?"

"...Yes." Fakong nodded slowly.

"Does the master have the magical power of rain?" Zhu Xianzhi asked in surprise: "Can it rain like a dragon?"

"Buddha's Dharma is boundless." Fa Kongheshi bowed to the west and said slowly: "This mantra of clouds and rain is just a kind of Buddhist mantra."

"Amitabha!" Zhu Xianzhi was surprised and shouted the Buddha's name, and praised: "Master has such magical powers, you are really a blessing to us!"

If it can rain in Shenjing, everything will be solved.

"I must disappoint the benefactor," Fakong shook his head and said, "This spell cannot be relied on. It is just a temporary method. Not to mention that the scope of rain is limited, and there are many restrictions on its use, making it difficult to cast it."

"I see..." Zhu Xianzhi said regretfully, but smiled.

This cloud-causing rain mantra is a very difficult Buddhist mantra to cast and cannot be cast casually.

But it's difficult to use, it doesn't mean it's impossible to use.

As long as you pay a certain price, you can still use it.

Fakong smiled and took his seat again.

"Eat, eat," Lin Feiyang said loudly.

I wished Xianzhi tithe and returned to his seat.

People were buzzing with discussions, and glances came one after another.

Fa Kong pretended not to see it and didn't care.

Even after saying this, the power of faith still did not increase.

After all, people still believe what they see with their own eyes rather than what they hear. In the final analysis, confidence is still not enough.

But confidence comes step by step.

Just like the embroiderers at Mingyue Embroidery House, even if they had never seen themselves, Cheng Jia and the others praised her over and over again, and the other embroiderers were also affected and began to have faith in themselves.

Xin, he understood it based on the theory of his previous life, which was brainwashing.

When you are in despair, it is a time of psychological collapse. It is easiest to pull him out at this time, take advantage of it, penetrate into his heart, and make him believe.

But usually, it is not so easy to get deep into his heart.

People around were talking in low voices.

It was just speculation before and I was extremely curious.

Now that Fakong has admitted that the heavy rain was caused by him casting a Buddhist spell, people are becoming more and more curious to see what kind of Buddhist spell can do this.

Rainfall is a matter of gods, but it is actually controlled by mortals. Thinking about it, it feels magical and incredible.

Even if they heard that Fa Kong had magical powers, people were not so surprised and shocked compared to this cloud-making rain spell.

After breakfast, Fakong and his party returned to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple and spotted a long line of pilgrims from a distance.

This time, the team lined up a hundred meters away on Zhuque Avenue, like a long queue, which was a spectacular sight.

Lin Feiyang immediately beamed.

Fanning shook his head.

Zhou Yang praised: "Uncle, there are so many pilgrims, are they all here to see you, uncle?"

Fakong smiled and said: "You didn't come to see me, you came to see the rain. Unfortunately, there will be no rain today."

With more than 100 beliefs at a time, you can use more than 100 magical powers. This is too expensive.

"Master Fakong!"

"Master Fakong!"

"Master Fakong!"

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The excluded pilgrims all saluted in unison, and the people on the roadside also saluted.

Fakong kept in harmony, nodding to the left, then to the right, and walking slowly.

Lin Feiyang followed Yourong with a smile on his face.

Fan Ning and Zhou Yang left first and felt uncomfortable following them, as if they were taking advantage of others.

"Master, I will be like my uncle in the future." Zhou Yang walked more than twenty steps away, turned his head and looked back, and said longingly.

"It's not easy to reach the level of your master." Faning shook his head: "But as long as you practice hard, there is always hope."

"Master, please don't deceive me." Zhou Yang said: "No matter how strong my martial arts skills are, I can't be like my uncle."

Fanning looked at him.

Zhou Yang said: "You can't do this with martial arts. You can only do it by learning the Buddhist mantras from your master."

"There is no way to learn the Buddhist mantras from your master." Faning shook his head: "It's not that he doesn't teach it, it's that others can't learn it."

"I can learn it!" Zhou Yang was confident.
Chapter completed!