She pursed her lips and chuckled, then looked at Fakong.
Fakong also smiled.
He has become accustomed to these things now, and understands that what they fear is not themselves, but their own magical powers and life and death.
Don’t you have the same fear in front of life and death?
So he can understand them and won't be arrogant because of it.
"It seems that the people of Changling City welcome you very much." Yang Shuangting smiled.
Fakong smiled: "It's an honor."
Yang Shuangting stared at him, trying to understand what he was thinking.
Fakong said: "Benefiting all sentient beings and promoting Buddhism are the responsibilities of Buddhist disciples."
Yang Shuangting said: "Is it just like this?"
She felt that Fa Kong's actions were not that simple, and the reason for building a branch temple here was probably not that simple.
There must be no ulterior motive.
What is the mystery of Zhongshan?
The trees on Zhongshan Mountain are thicker than other mountains. Is there anything strange about it?
Fakong saw through what she was thinking, smiled and didn't explain much.
Yang Shuangting's idea is also correct.
Zhongshan is indeed different from ordinary mountains.
After observing with my mind's eye, I discovered that the terrain here is mysterious and it is a naturally formed spiritual vein.
What he saw with his mind's eye was the dense white mist on Zhongshan Mountain, which was both like morning mist and drizzle.
This rich spiritual energy does not come from the earth, but from the void.
It seemed like rain was really falling.
The last time he came here, he hadn't discovered this mystery, because the rain was not falling continuously, but like rain.
Occasionally it falls, but usually it disappears.
He had always thought it came from the spiritual energy of the earth's veins, because the spiritual energy of the earth's veins was indeed very abundant, better than other mountains.
Zangkong Temple is located on this mountain, and he wanted to get a glimpse of its mystery.
Zangkong Temple has built the Xiaoxitian Paradise, a world in which he knows everything.
Through Xiao Xitian's perception of the Paradise, he knew that the aura falling from the void was different from the surrounding aura.
The purity of spiritual energy is higher. If you practice in such spiritual energy, you will advance faster and the power of the energy will be stronger.
Therefore, this is a holy place for practicing martial arts. It can be said to be a unique resource. If you can figure out the secret of the spiritual energy, you may be able to increase its effect several times or even dozens of times.
Xiaoxitian Paradise is the key to unlocking the mystery.
The food for the two of them was served quickly, and Fakong and her chatted while eating.
"I want to go over and offer a stick of incense later."
"Can."
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The setting sun still stubbornly refuses to set, and its afterglow shines on Zhongshan Mountain.
Zhongshan became extremely lively.
There is both the noise of birds returning to their nests and the excitement of pedestrians.
On the white stone steps, dozens of people were going up and down, but they were the people who came after hearing the news.
The news of the completion of Zangkong Temple has not spread widely, but has spread among some people.
They all have to come before others to offer a stick of incense and meet the divine monk Fakong in order to give themselves a guarantee.
When it comes to life, no one will be left behind.
Seeing such excitement, Yang Shuangting shook his head and praised that the reputation of Divine Monk Fa Kong was greater and more attractive than imagined.
With the several castings of Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra and the holding of the Yang Yang Ceremony, the name of Fakong Divine Monk became more and more famous.
No one knows about Tianjing City, and it is constantly spreading with Tianjing City as the center.
Changling Mansion is not too far away from Tianjing City, so it was also passed over.
"It's really lively." Yang Shuangting looked at the people around him: "There are so many people, why don't you disturb your cultivation?"
Fakong smiled and shook his head: "I won't always be here, I will come here occasionally."
Yang Shuangting said with emotion: "Zhongshan is actually a good place for spiritual practice. There were originally several temples, but unfortunately they all declined one by one, and now there is not a single temple left."
Fakong raised his eyebrows: "How many temples were there originally?"
Yang Shuangting said: "There must have been nine of them, but none of them could be passed down for more than a hundred years. The inheritance was discontinued within a hundred years."
Fa Kong was thoughtful.
Yang Shuangting said: "I have carefully investigated, and there is no external force. It is just that the disciples of the temple are unable to succeed. Each generation is getting worse and worse, and the number of people is getting thinner and thinner. This has led to the decline of the temple, no one cares about it, and eventually it is destroyed."
"All nine temples are like this, isn't it weird?" Fakong said.
Yang Shuangting said: "Actually, this is normal. Except for the top large sects, it is normal for small sects to decline, ups and downs, life and death."
Fakong nodded slowly.
What Yang Shuangting said is correct.
The smaller the sect, the weaker its ability to resist risks. Just like companies in previous lives, the most vulnerable to bankruptcy are those small and micro enterprises. Large companies have stronger ability to resist risks and can survive longer.
Yang Shuangting said with a smile: "If the Great Miaolian Temple builds a branch temple here, it will be difficult to decline. So we can't blame this place for being bad, but the temple is too small and cannot withstand the squeeze of the Great Miaolian Temple."
Most of the reasons for the decline of these small temples are that the existence of the Great Myolian Temple squeezed their living space.
People offer all the incense to the Great Miaolian Temple and are stingy with other temples.
Fakong said: "That's it."
Yang Shuangting said: "If you want to prevent Zangkong Temple from declining, it must be able to withstand the squeeze of the Great Miaolian Temple."
Fakong looked at her with a smile.
Yang Shuangting snorted: "You think I'm sowing discord?"
Fakong smiled and said: "It doesn't taste like that, right?"
"You will know how powerful it is from now on." Yang Shuangting hummed.
The two of them walked halfway up the mountain, turned to the right, and saw a white stone path leading to the woods.
In the dense woods on both sides, every tree is tall, thick, and ancient. Looking up, the tree crowns have the potential to block out the sky and the sun.
Some of the trees were scorched black, obviously struck by lightning. Some were killed, and some were half dead, but the remaining half still sprouted green branches.
Walking more than fifty meters away, you will see a simple and solemn temple in front of you.
The yellow walls and black tiles, and the yellow glazed tiles on the roof shine softly under the setting sun, making it solemn and solemn.
There is a plaque hanging above the temple door with three golden characters "Zangkong Temple" written on it, which is grand and vigorous.
There are nine steps at the entrance of the temple. Below the steps is an open space, about thirty meters long and square.
At this time, dozens of pilgrims were already standing in the open space, lining up in a row all the way to the temple gate.
Fakong and Yang Shuangting arrived at the gate of Zangkong Temple and entered the temple amidst people's surprised eyes.
As soon as he stepped into the temple, Yang Shuangting's eyes suddenly flashed.
Her senses were keen, and she felt the difference at once, as if she came out of the water and breathed free air.
My whole body suddenly became light and I felt like I was flying.
She looked at Fa Kong in surprise.
Fakong smiled: "This temple has been renovated and has become my dojo. How about it?"
Yang Shuangting closed his eyes and felt it carefully.
Fa Kong said nothing more and looked at the two monks in front of the Main Hall. One was passing incense and the other was lighting incense.
Pilgrims only need to take the lit sandalwood, salute to the golden Buddha statue in the Main Hall, and then insert the sandalwood into the incense burner.
Some stood and saluted, while others knelt and kowtowed.
Yang Shuangting slowly opened her bright eyes and looked around. Her eyes were gleaming and astonishingly beautiful.
Fakong smiled.
Yang Shuangting felt something strange, but it was impossible to figure it out.