Fan Ning stared at Zhou Yang, breathing heavily, and said slowly: "From now on, you will never touch any of the herbs in the medicine garden without me around. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Master, I understand." Zhou Yang looked at him carefully and agreed obediently: "I understand that I was wrong."
"The star ginseng..." When Faning saw the star ginseng that had dried up and its roots were broken, he felt heartbroken.
What a prodigal!
"...Practice!" Faning endured it again and again. He stopped nagging about how important this star ginseng was and how difficult it was to grow. He waved his fat hands and said: "Practice well and you will be punished for being lazy. This is your master's stipulation."
Down the rules!”
"Yes." Zhou Yang ran away.
Faning knelt down on the ground and held up the star ginseng with trembling hands.
Fakong's voice rang in his ears: "Fall in again, you should be able to survive."
"Senior brother!" Faning turned around and looked.
Fa Kong, who was standing in the small pavilion, nodded lightly.
Faning hurriedly and carefully dug the original hole, planted the star ginseng again in it, and watered it.
Then watch it change little by little.
He was so familiar with star ginseng that he knew it had come to life at a glance and knew that this was the magic of the rejuvenation spell.
Fanning let out a long sigh of relief and sat down on the ridge next to him.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and let his pounding heart slowly calm down.
After a while, his heartbeat stopped beating so fast. He stood up, patted the dirt on his butt, and floated to the small pavilion on the lake.
"Senior brother." Faning looked aggrieved.
Fakong smiled and said: "I am your disciple. You can discipline yourself. Do I, a master uncle, have to talk too much?"
"Alas..." Faning shook his head.
He felt that he couldn't control it, he was too naughty, and there was a way to avoid punishment for being naughty, so he was very mean-spirited at a young age.
Fakong said: "Teaching and teaching are mutually beneficial. Sometimes we have to learn from our apprentices and compete with each other in a battle of wits and courage."
"Brother, I..."
"You can teach him well." Fakong interrupted him, smiled and patted his shoulder: "Idle time is idle, and being able to teach a good disciple is considered a great merit."
"If I don't get pissed off, I'll be happy with Amitabha." Faning smiled bitterly.
"Eat!" Lin Feiyang shouted.
Zhou Yang, who was practicing in the distance, suddenly cheered and rushed to help Lin Feiyang carry the bowl and dish, making Lin Feiyang smile happily.
Faning and Fakong both shook their heads.
After dinner, Fakong walked by the lake, his expression gradually becoming serious.
Since the last time he listened to Abbot Hui'an's teachings, Fakong has been thinking about the indestructible power of Vajra and the path to the first level.
During his hard training without realizing it, he had already entered the second level and was facing the hurdle of breaking into the first level.
The third level and the second level are both in the Divine Origin Realm, so the difference is not that big. With Gu Xinxian's experience, it's like following a map to find a destination. As long as you have enough time, it will be a matter of course.
But after passing the second level and moving on to the first level, there is no experience to rely on.
He couldn't expect to cast the Great Light Spell on a certain first-level master.
The existence of Yipin is low-key and mysterious. I am afraid that no one may know about their death.
Abbot Hui'an pointed out that the path to the first level is to understand the mind and see nature, which needs to be experienced in the world of mortals. When the roots of dust fall off, you can understand the mind and see nature.
I really don't want to enter the mortal world, so I just want to stay in the Medicine Valley and watch the passage of time, and my life span will be unlimited.
What's more, there are two first-class protectors from the Vajra Temple.
But this trip to the Guangming Holy Cult made him deeply touched and his ideas changed.
If you can't reach the first level, you will still live an unhappy life and be helpless. This is the case at Great Guangming Peak.
If you stay in the Medicine Valley all the time, even if there is a Medicine Buddha statue, you will never be able to enter the first-level realm, let alone practice the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility.
Are you willing?
Do you want to always be under the wings of others?
Such immortality is really not interesting.
He couldn't help feeling that people are greedy.
Back then, as long as I could live, even if I was wronged and humiliated, I would still be infinitely happy, as long as I was alive.
But now as my cultivation level increases, I am no longer satisfied with living. I want to live well and enjoy better things.
The food must be fine, the wine must be good, the utensils must be gorgeous, the scenery must be beautiful, and the mood must be comfortable. In the end, I still want to be the best among people, the best in the world, and be free and at ease.
If you want to be number one in the world, you have to hit the first level, and you have to practice the indestructible power of Vajra to perfection and become Vajra.
So if you want to live a better life, you can only force yourself to do things you don’t want to do.
He understood in his previous life that only by enduring hardship can one become a master.
What's more, now that I have the power to protect myself, I'm not that dangerous.
Alas..., my favorite thing is to stay in Yaogu.
When you step into the first level and return to the Medicine Valley, you will be truly free and happy.
"Uncle Master."
In the early morning, Fakong came to the entrance of the valley, put his palms together, and welcomed Lianxue's arrival.
There was a smile on his face.
Another little bit of faith has arrived.
"Yu'er misses his brother, let her come over and have a look." Lian Xue looked at Zhou Yu beside her tenderly.
Zhou Yu obediently bowed and said, "I've met Senior Brother Fakong."
Fakong smiled and returned the favor.
She is now his junior sister, this generation...
Zhou Yu looked into the valley.
"Yu'er, go."
"Then Master, I'm coming over." Zhou Yu said crisply, ran out lightly, and met Zhou Yu who came out.
Zhou Yang turned his head and ignored her, dissatisfied that she left him to go to Mingyue Temple.
Zhou Yu held his hand and coaxed him softly.
A few words made Zhou Yang smile happily, and he went hand in hand to chase butterflies in the flower garden.
Lian Xue looked at their siblings with pity and nodded lightly.
Fa Kong invited Lian Xue to drink tea in Yingxin Pavilion.
"Da Leiyin Temple has sent out a request for help, asking each temple to send experts to help in preparation for Dayong's next attack." Lian Xue took the tea cup handed by Lin Feiyang.
She took a sip of tea, frowned, and said softly: "I really don't understand what Dayong is doing."
Fakong nodded slightly.
This is what all the Daxueshan Sect temples are wondering about.
According to the information obtained by the Green-clothed Foreign Affairs Bureau, the attack was initiated and organized by Prince Chun of Dayong in order to combat the arrogance of Daqian Wulin.
This is really a bit far-fetched.
Even if Prince Chun of Dayong is headstrong, there is no need to do such a thing. He must have other motives.
This is difficult to figure out.
Top masters like the Liangyi Divine Sword don't know it, and masters from other sects are also confused and only follow orders.
If it weren't for the green-clad foreign minister, the Daxueshan Sect would not have been able to find out the mastermind behind it. From this level of rigor, Prince Chun should not be underestimated.
This made everyone even more vigilant.
"Fakong, you are so smart, can you guess what Dayong is going to do?"
"Uncle Master, this is going to be difficult for me." Fakong said with a smile.
"I know you have some magical powers." Lian Xue said softly.
Fakong pondered for a moment and nodded: "I'll give it a try."
His eyes quickly changed into a zoom state, and they were extremely dark and deep, staring at Lian Xue.
Looking at it, Lian Xue's face seemed to turn into a mirror, and some scenes slowly appeared.
After a while, Fa Kong withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes and pondered.
Lian Xue kept staring at Fa Kong and noticed the change in Fa Kong's eyes, but didn't ask any more questions.
Fakong pondered for a moment: "Uncle Master, this time Dayong's target is your Mingyue Temple. I don't know if it is Da Leiyin Temple, but it must be your Mingyue Temple."
Lian Xue was startled.
Fakong nodded slowly: "Yes, it's your Mingyue Temple!... It's really weird, why is it your Mingyue Temple?"
"It's really weird..." Lian Xue frowned.
She has great trust in Fa Kong.
This statement was unbelievable. She tried hard to think about the reason without doubting Fakong's words.
Could it be that Mingyue'an offended Prince Chun, or was it for some other reason?
No matter how you say it, it shouldn’t be Mingyuean.
Fakong said: "Uncle Master, it's better to go back and give a reminder. It's best to let a few more first-grade people return to the nunnery, so as not to suffer a loss when they arrive."
"But over there at the Great Leiyin Temple..." Lian Xuedai frowned more and more tightly.
Fakong shook his head: "Those who should be assisted over there still need to be assisted. Mingyue Temple will encounter enemies, but I dare not say that there will be no such thing as Daleiyin Temple."
Lian Xue nodded slowly: "We can only divide the troops into two groups... Then we can only ask the first-level ancestors to come back, for fear that they will not believe it."
"I believe Uncle Master will find a way." Fakong said with a smile.
A disciple like Lian Xue has a different status.
The average disciple of Mingyue Temple cannot hire a first-grade master, but someone like Lian Xue can.
"Alas..." Lian Xue sighed softly: "Dayong is really...inexplicable."
"The time is at noon three days later." Fakong shook his head and said: "It's a very powerful method. I'm afraid everyone thought that they were going to attack the Great Leiyin Temple. Who would have thought that it was your Mingyue Temple, and it came so quickly.
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"I'll go back right away." Lian Xue stood up solemnly.
She glanced at Zhou Yu who was playing with Zhou Yang in the distance.
Fakong said: "Let her stay here first, so as not to have to take care of her too much. ...Other disciples of Mingyue Temple can also pass by."
"...Okay." Lian Xue nodded lightly, fluttered away from the pavilion, crossed the lake and came to Zhou Yu's side.
She knelt down and whispered a few words to Zhou Yu. Zhou Yu obediently agreed, nodded and titheed.
The lotus and snow made a tithe, and then they turned toward the sky and made a tithing, and the white clothes fluttered away.
Fakong walked slowly to Huinan's courtyard in Prajna Yuan, knocked on the door, and heard Huinan's shout: "Come in!"
Fakong entered Huinan's small courtyard.
Fa'en was standing aside, saluting in unison.
Fakong smiled and agreed, then directly used his clairvoyance to look at Huinan, and finally nodded with satisfaction.
Sure enough, it was an attack on Myungwol-an Temple, not Konggang Temple.
"Master, after this incident, I am going to go on a study tour and leave the temple temporarily."
Huinan was slowly boxing in the small courtyard. She was not surprised by his words. She kept moving and said casually: "Have you figured it out?"
Fakong nodded slowly.
"Very good." Hui Nan nodded lightly: "It will be difficult to become a great master if you keep shrinking in the valley. None of the founders in the past has achieved it by practicing hard in the temple."
"yes."
"where are you going?"
"What do you think, Master?"
"It's better to go to Shenjing." Hui Nan said: "We have a rank in the other courtyard to take charge."
Fakong smiled.
Huinan saw him smiling and hummed: "Did you get what you were thinking?"
"Master still knows me." Fa Konghe Shi.
Huinan was still punching his fists and said angrily: "If you are timid and afraid of death, and have no courage at all, how can you make progress in Buddhism?"
"Yes." Fakong did not object.
This is true in theory, but my Buddhist teachings are indeed not deep, but I cannot resist the powerful Buddhist mantra.
People in the world are superficial and practical. No matter how profound the Buddha's teachings are or how colorful they are, they are not as good as a single cast of the Buddha's mantra.