Lin Feiyang suddenly realized it and nodded repeatedly: "That's it, that's it!"
He turned to Fa Kong and said, "Monk, that's it. Then let's bring some people over."
Fakong said: "Pilgrims who are insincere are indeed useless."
"Promote the scene." Lin Feiyang said: "We can't lose the scene, right, old monk Huiling?"
"Yes, pomp! This damn world, if you can attract pilgrims, that's your ability." Monk Huiling chuckled and said, "That's the respect for our ancestor."
He opened his little eyes wide and said: "Abbott, don't be afraid of this or that. You are also afraid of ruining the reputation of our Vajra Temple, and you are afraid of causing gossip. Let me tell you, our Vajra Temple does not have such rules for female pilgrims.
You can get in too!”
"Uncle, I have something to ask you."
"Say it."
"Uncle Master, do you recognize this character?" Fakong waved his hand, and a line of water flew up from the stream leading to the lotus pond at his feet.
The water lines dispersed in the air, and after landing, they formed a large character.
It was a word he saw in the wordless Buddhist scriptures.
Monk Huiling's little eyes rolled and he looked up and down at Fa Kong: "Abbott has such pure cultivation."
Fakong smiled: "Uncle, I see you laughing."
"Well, this word..." Hui Ling's chubby little hand stroked her round chin, and her thin eyebrows slowly knitted.
"Old monk, it's okay if you don't know. The monk has asked everyone, but he doesn't recognize anyone."
"Stop talking!" Huiling waved her fat hand and stared at the big characters made of water stains, her two eyebrows almost forming one eyebrow.
Lin Feiyang curled his lips. He felt that the old monk Huiling was pretending and it was impossible to recognize him.
If the law is empty, the hope is great.
"I remembered it!" Hui Ling suddenly clapped her hands and said with great joy: "My memory is really amazing, I can even remember it!"
"What's the word?" Fakong asked hurriedly.
Huiling shook her head: "I don't recognize it."
Lin Feiyang chuckled and said, "Is this called remembering? Old monk, don't play tricks."
Fakong asked: "Uncle, have you ever seen him before?"
Huiling glared at Lin Feiyang and said to Fa Kong, "I saw it on an antique, but I don't know where it went."
"Antique..." Fakong thought thoughtfully and nodded slowly: "It seems like it is ancient writing."
"That's for sure." Huiling said with a smile: "The abbot asked what this word was for. Could it be that he also encountered an antique? Let me take a look. I am the best at identifying antiques. I can tell which dynasty it belongs to at a glance.
It would be wrong!”
Fakong shook his head: "I've only seen it occasionally, not on antiques."
"If you want to know this word clearly, go to Mr. Weng." Hui Ling said, "It's the left or right minister from the Ministry of Rites. He is the most proficient in the art of metal and stone."
"Thank you, uncle."
"It's a trivial matter. Abbot, do you want to learn some antiques from me?" Hui Ling said with a smile, "It's so interesting. You can get a glimpse of the life of the ancients. An antique can make a world. It's really wonderful!"
Fakong smiled and said: "If you have time, you should ask your uncle for advice."
"You have such a temper..." Huiling showed a helpless look: "You are more like my uncle."
Lin Feiyang chuckled and nodded vigorously.
Fa Kong smiled and said nothing.
I was born an orphan, and after experiencing too many hardships in the world, I can no longer be as lively and agile as I was when I was young.
It is also possible that I have experienced too many years in the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda. Although I cannot feel it, I am actually changing myself silently.
The mood becomes more peaceful and calm.
Like the lake water in the Medicine Valley, it only fluctuates slightly, and it is difficult to set off huge waves.
He feels that his mentality is old, but he is slowly rejuvenating himself, trying to liven up his mind and appreciate the beauty of the world.
Otherwise, even if you can eventually become invincible and live forever, your life will be boring.
Mingyuean Villa is located in the southeast corner of Shenjing.
After leaving the Vajra Temple and going south, along the north-south avenue for two miles, you will see Mingyuean Villa, and then you will see Mingyue Embroidery Building next door.
Mingyue Xiulou is a three-story building located among the bustling shops on the North-South Avenue. It is inconspicuous among the restaurants.
Fakong stood in front of Mingyue'an's courtyard and took a few glances. He didn't expect that Mingyue'an's courtyard would be so lively.
There is an endless stream of female pilgrims coming and going, which is several times more lively than Feitian Temple. It seems that there is no shortage of pilgrims.
Mingyue'an's mental method is unique and rare in the world. The most important thing is that it has the effect of rejuvenating and beautifying the face. This is what countless women are flocking to.
The neighbor of Mingyue'an Villa is Mingyue Embroidery Building, and opposite Mingyue Embroidery Building is Mingyue Medicine Building. There is an endless stream of customers on both floors, which is no less than that of Mingyue'an Villa.
Fakong was not in a hurry to go to Mingyue Embroidery Building, but went to Mingyue Medicine Building first.
Most of the customers coming and going at Mingyue Pharmacy are women. Some are dressed in gorgeous clothes, and some are simple. You can tell at a glance that they belong to two different classes.
The clerks in the pharmacy are all white-spotted women in white clothes and white socks. They are about thirty years old. They are delicate and gentle, with light smiles and a friendly appearance.
As soon as you enter the first floor, you will see a semicircular counter from left to right. Behind the counter are twelve women in their thirties, also wearing plain white shirts.
The wall behind them was framed into grids, like museum shelves, with the names of medicines written on each shelf.
The left half circle is rouge gouache, and the right half circle is powder.
On the left are "Peony Sleeping in Spring", "Cherry Chengzhu", "Pearl Huacai", etc., and on the right are names such as "Taiye Ningshuang", "Taiwan Dew", "Bright Moon Immaculate", etc.
Fakong shook his head.
He didn't know what he was selling by looking at the name, so he was completely confused.
But it seems that these customers are very familiar with them.
Customers who came in, some went to the left to buy rouge, gouache, and some went to the right to buy powder. They directly reported their names to the woman in white behind the round table, paid the money, and got a bamboo slip, which they took to the second floor to get the rouge or powder.
Fakong shook his head and sighed, from ancient times to the present, from previous lives to this world, women have always made money easily.
There were also men among the customers, and they were able to call out their names skillfully. They took the bamboo slips and went up to the second floor to get their things.
Fakong turned around and left the medicine building and came to the embroidery building opposite.
As soon as you enter the embroidery building, you will see the same structure. A semicircular high platform separates people from the shop assistants. Behind the shop assistants there are long poles with pieces of brocade hanging high on them, with different colors and patterns.
When he came in, a woman in white came forward and said with a smile: "What does this little master need?"
Fakong Heshi said: "The poor monk Fakong has come to look for Cheng Jia, Meng Qiao'er and the others."
"Master Fakong?" The woman in white brightened her eyes and said with a smile, "Are you Master Fakong?"
Fakong smiled: "Does the donor know about me?"
"Sister Cheng and the others have been talking about it, and we all know it." The woman in white smiled sweetly: "Please come with me."
Fa Kong followed her to the third floor.
The second floor was busy. People paid on the first floor and went up to the second floor to pick up the goods.
The third floor is not busy, but it is lively.
A group of about fifty women in white clothes were gathering together. They were talking and it was very lively.
Fakong and the woman in white walked over, and more than fifty people were surrounding the two women.
In front of the two women is a large support frame, the size of a study couch, with snow-white silk and satin stretched tight on it.
They are immersed in needlework.
A slender silver needle seemed to come alive in their hands, moving up and down, in and out, embroidering a cluster of gorgeous flowers.
Fa Kong stood aside and watched without disturbing.
Their hands are extremely dexterous, far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
The women around him were talking a lot, praising how exquisite this stitch was, and also praising not only the superb stitching skills, but also the profound attainments in painting.
Fakong recognized the two women as the two women he had saved, Cheng Jia and Meng Qiaoer.
Cheng Jia is charming and cool, with a calm expression.
Meng Qiaoer is charming and lively.
Among the women who were watching, one woman suddenly discovered Fa Kong, and she was overjoyed and said loudly: "Master!"
All the girls came to look at him.
The remaining fifteen women also discovered Fa Kong and were overjoyed. They rushed over one after another and saluted: "Master!"
"Grandmaster!"
"Master, you are here!"
…
Sixteen women were talking together, making a very noisy sound.
The remaining women looked at Fa Kong in surprise.
They all knew the life story of the Eighteenth Girl and that she was saved by Fakong. They had heard it over and over again from the Eighteenth Girl's mouth countless times.
In their words, Fakong is the number one divine monk in the world, with unparalleled sword skills and vast supernatural powers that no one can match.
They were dubious, but the more they heard it, the more they believed it.
After all, if one person can lie, two may be bragging, and three or four of them are somewhat credible. If eighteen people say so, it should be true.
Their curiosity became more and more intense, and the entire Mingyue Xiulou was extremely curious about Fa Kong.
At this point I finally saw it.
Fa Konghe even smiles.
Cheng Jia and Meng Qiaoer, who were immersed in embroidery, stood up, came closer, and saluted together: "Master, you are finally here."
Fakong smiled and nodded: "You are living a good life, you are so kind!"
A smile appeared on Cheng Jia's cool face: "Thanks to Master, because sisters are all suffering from hardship, they help each other and support each other."
"Very good." Fakong nodded.
He found that the light wheel in his mind was flashing, and a large amount of faith power came to him, and there were fifty-two points.
Among them, there are thirty-six points of eighteen women, and the rest are still there. It is obviously the contribution of these women.
It was an unexpected surprise that sixteen people gave him the power of faith just by listening to Cheng Jia and the others without seeing him.
"Master, it is said that you are proficient in Buddhist mantras and have great supernatural powers. Please show us."
"That's right, master, we've heard of his name for a long time, let the little girls open their eyes."
Fakong glanced at Cheng Jia and the others with a smile.
They were all a little embarrassed.
Fakong's mentality has changed now. He no longer wants to remain anonymous, but also wants to become famous.
Then he formed a seal with his hands and cast the Pure Heart Mantra.
There were jade bottles in the sky pouring down jade syrup, falling like a waterfall and pouring into their minds one after another.
They immediately felt the cool air pouring into their minds, swirling around, their thoughts suddenly became clear, all distracting thoughts were cleared away, and the unpleasant breaths in their minds were also cleared away at the same time.
The whole person took on a new look, as if he had come to life again, and a brand new life was unfolding in front of him.
Inexplicable emotion and joy filled my chest.
"Thank you, Master!" All the girls said in unison.
Fifty points of faith power were injected into the halo again.
Fakong smiled, formed another mudra with his hands, and cast the rejuvenation spell several times.
Under the rejuvenation spell, the minor ailments in their bodies were directly eliminated, which was considered as a way of repaying the power of their faith.