Chu Yu winked.

Zhao Huaishan stepped forward with a red sandalwood box in one hand, left the pavilion and returned to the house.

Fakong picked up two more thin volumes, flipped them over with his hands, and then rubbed them gently, and the two thin volumes turned into powder.

The next moment, one year's longevity was burned, and the Prajna Kalachakra Tower opened. He entered the tower and began to meditate on the Supreme Liquid Heaven-Building Technique and the Thunder Sound Marrow Cleansing Sutra.

A year later, he left the Prajna Kalachakra Tower and returned to the original timeline.

The powder melted into the thin book flew up one after another and slowly fell on the green bricks of the pavilion, as if a layer of frost had been sprinkled on it.

Chu Yu looked at him with a smile: "Fakong, it's up to you."

"Amitabha!" Fakong solemnly declared the Buddha's name, then made seals with his hands, moved his lips, and cast the rejuvenation mantra.

Lu Xuanming glanced at Fa Kong lightly.

He was already concentrating, adjusting his senses to the most sensitive state, trying to figure out the reality of the emptiness, and what the so-called efficacious Buddhist mantra was all about.

He has always been skeptical about the effectiveness of Buddhist mantras by Fa Kong.

But he was indifferent and detached, just watching with cold eyes to see if Chu Yu would make a fool of himself.

In his opinion, the young prince Chu Yu is an eccentric person. He is both careful and generous, he believes in intuition very much and likes to act based on intuition.

This is too emotional and is not a good habit and should be changed.

This time, he wanted to see if Chu Yu's intuition was wrong.

"Bang!" Chu Yu slammed the stone table.

The two empty rosewood boxes left on the table suddenly jumped.

Everyone's hearts jumped.

Fakong spread his handprints and said with a smile: "Mr. Chu, farewell."

"Yeah." Chu Yu responded casually, squinting his eyes slightly as if he was tipsy.

He was immersed in the wonderful feeling, every pore was stretching, and every piece of skin was cheering, as if a dry land encountered rain, and his dead body came to life again.

Zhao Huaishan quickly came out of the main room and stared at Chu Yu worriedly.

Lu Xuanming stared at Fakong's back thoughtfully, his eyes locked until Fakong disappeared at the entrance of the courtyard.

The tall and thin Meng Chaoyang sent Fa Kong out with a smile, titheed him respectfully, closed the door and came back.

Normally, Zhao Huaishan would have ridiculed him, but now he didn't care and just stared at Chu Yu.

Chu Yu looked drunk.

Suddenly, he started coughing violently.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

He leaned over the stone table and coughed desperately.
Chapter completed!