The voice was peaceful and quiet, but it was like thunder in her ears.
Her bright eyes suddenly brightened, and then she returned to normal. She smiled at Fakong and opened her mouth lightly, silently.
But her voice reached Fakong's ears: "Master is really good at it, he can really break my mind."
She was certain that her Taishang Wangji Sutra could not cover Fakong's clairvoyance, so it was no wonder that she failed miserably.
Fakong smiled and nodded, his lips motionless, and his voice rang in Yang Shuangting's ears: "Sect Master Yang is really in good spirits."
"Master, do you want to come over and sit with us?"
"No need, I'll take my leave, poor monk."
"I'm sorry for not sending you far away," Yang Shuangting said coldly.
"Hehe, Sister Yang, what are you looking at?" A girl with a round face came over, lay down by the window and looked out.
Her round and big eyes turned around, scanning, and finally fell on Fakong.
The purple and gold cassock was fluttering along with the willow branches, but he stood firmly on the embankment and under the willow tree. His thin figure looked straight and straight, and as calm as a mountain, which could not be ignored.
She said in surprise: "Hey, a monk? Hehe, Sister Yang, are you looking at this monk?"
Yang Shuangting stared at Fakong and said indifferently: "A very weird monk."
"It's quite weird." The round-faced girl's beautiful face was filled with curiosity: "The monk still comes here to join in the fun?"
This Zhongling Lake is purely a place for recreation and is very lively. The place that monks are often keen on is the ancient temple in the mountains. Even if they are in a busy city, they often stay in the temple to chant sutras and practice and will not come out to join in the fun.
This will interfere with their renunciation.
"He is a flower monk." Yang Shuangting's beautiful face was cold, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.
"Hehe..." The round-faced girl smiled, waved, and called the other four girls over to watch together.
Six beautiful faces came to the window of the painting boat and stared at Fa Kong.
Fa Kong stood quietly under the willow tree, admiring the sunset over Zhongling Lake. The lake and mountains were so beautiful.
This is the beauty of the world, so beautiful that it breaks your heart and makes you want to cry.
His heart was filled with emotion. He took a long breath and looked towards the boat. He saw six beautiful faces, which made the beautiful lake even more beautiful.
He smiled slightly and disappeared in a flash.
"Eh?" All the girls exclaimed in surprise.
They turned to look at each other to confirm whether they were dazzled and whether there was really a monk before.
"This monk is really weird." The round-faced girl said in surprise: "Sister Yang, do you recognize him?"
"Yeah." Yang Shuangting nodded lightly.
"Who is it?"
"Fakong Divine Monk."
"Fakong...the divine monk"
"Ah?! Is it the Divine Monk Fakong?!"
"Well, it's the Divine Monk Fakong."
"Ah!" The round-faced girl suddenly screamed.
The singing and the sound of the piano are still melodious, floating in the boat, and wisps of threads float out of the boat and spread on the lake.
"Sister Zhu, she is just the divine monk Fakong." Yang Shuangting smiled at the round-faced girl: "That's not what it is, right?"
Their fathers are both high-ranking officials in Changling Prefecture. There are also famous temples and eminent monks in Changling Prefecture. Although they are not as good as Fakong, they are also profound in Buddhist practice and Buddhist principles.
Miraculous powers are not the ultimate goal of Buddhism. The more you are attached to supernatural powers, the less you will be able to achieve liberation. You should not take the divine monks too seriously.
"This is Divine Monk Fa Kong!" Zhu Miaoying grabbed Yang Shuangting's hand and shook it hard: "Sister Yang, Divine Monk Fa Kong!...Sister Yang, do you know Divine Monk Fa Kong?"
"Yeah, I've heard of it."
"Then you are still so cold and indifferent?" Zhu Miaoying stamped her feet vigorously and shouted in annoyance: "We missed Divine Monk Fa Kong!"
"We are not sick or in trouble, so we don't need his help." Yang Shuangting disagreed: "Why should we care too much about him."
"We don't have it, but my grandmother does." Zhu Miaoying stomped her feet and said uncomfortably: "My grandmother is terminally ill, and the medicine is ineffective, and she is too old, so she can't help but go to Shenjing. If the monk Fakong
If you can come, my grandmother will be saved!"
Her eyes quickly moistened: "My grandmother has loved me since I was a child. If she passes away, there will be no one in the world who truly cares about me and no one who loves me!"
"..." Yang Shuangting was helpless, but didn't know how to comfort her. He could only reach out and pat her shoulder.
She heard nothing.
Of course, she understood why there was no news.
Zhu Miaoying's grandmother was no ordinary person, she was a concubine from Prince Jingbei's palace.
For Zhu Miaoying's father to have his current official position, his relationship with his grandmother was crucial. Once his grandmother died of illness, the relationship with the Jingbei Palace was severed.
Humanity remains when people are here, but when people leave, the tea becomes cold.
The level of attention the Jingbei Palace pays to this area is completely different.
Once other officials in the Changling Prefecture learned that his grandmother was about to die soon, their attitudes would change subtly.
In the officialdom, every official position is stared at by many people, and once there is a change, someone will take advantage of it and add insult to injury.
The environment Master Zhu faces will be dangerous.
"Sister Yang..." Zhu Miaoying hugged her and started to cry.
Everyone stopped listening to the music and gathered around one after another. Some of them lowered their heads and looked out the window at the willow embankment, trying to find Fakong.
"Oh... it's really a pity." A girl with an oval face said softly: "If I had reacted quickly enough and ran over, I might have been able to meet and talk to the holy monk."
"If you ask for help from the divine monk, it is impossible for the divine monk to refuse to save you."
"It's just a little short of..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Zhu Miaoying burst into tears.
Over the past few days, she has been under tremendous pressure and sadness. She has been suppressing it and not showing it. She even maintains her normal appearance and enjoys singing and dancing on silk and bamboo with everyone.
But when I saw Fakong just now, I suddenly saw hope, but then I abruptly cut off this hope.
At this moment, she couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed completely.
She cried louder and louder, lying in Yang Shuangting's arms and crying so wildly that she soon wetted Yang Shuangting's clothes.
Yang Shuangting patted her back helplessly, showing hesitation.
As the head of the Jinghui Sect, she doesn't care about the life and death of the Jinghui Sect's disciples, nor does she care about the fate of the Jinghui Sect. She remains calm no matter what happens, like an ancient well, she is a ruthless person.
But she couldn't be so detached and cold towards the companions around her, the companions she had grown up with.
I empathize with Zhu Miaoying's pain and feel sad too.
She can feel this kind of grief and helplessness, despair and helplessness. She felt this feeling when her mother died of illness.
Someone gave Zhu Miaoying an idea: "Sister Zhu, how about we go to Shenjing and ask Divine Monk Fa Kong to come and save our ancestors."
"That's a good idea."
"I'm afraid we won't be able to invite Divine Monk Fa Kong." A kind-hearted young man hesitated.
Seeing everyone staring at him, he scratched his head and said, "It is said that if the divine monk Fa Kong cannot leave the divine capital, he must be sent to the divine capital if he wants to save his life. If he cannot be sent to the divine capital, then he has no chance with the divine monk."
"If someone like our ancestors can't hurry, how can he just wait for death?" Another heroic man was dissatisfied.
"It is said that the divine monk has no skills at all. There is really nothing he can do and he is beyond his capabilities."
"You can ask for the divine water, but it's a pity that the divine water will expire the next day." A delicate girl frowned and said, "Unless you can get back to Changling from Shenjing in one day."
"It's impossible, no matter how good the Qing Gong is, it's impossible." Everyone shook their heads.
Zhu Miaoying stood up, wiped her tears, and saw that Yang Shuangting's chest was already wet. She looked at Yang Shuangting embarrassedly.