"What a divine monk!" Mr. Ding sighed with trembling emotion, shook his head and said again: "He is truly a divine monk!"
"Father, are you feeling better?" Ding Guangchang asked hurriedly.
Mr. Ding glared at him: "You think I'm feeling better? Do you think I died too slowly?!"
"You old bastard!" Old Mrs. Ding immediately refused, dissatisfied that the old man had scolded her precious son: "Without Guangchang's insistence, you don't know how many days you can last!"
Mr. Ding immediately lowered his eyebrows and snorted: "It's all thanks to the divine monk to save me. What's wrong with him!"
The old lady pointed at his nose and cursed: "It wasn't because Guangchang finally found out about this holy monk after all the hard work and went against our wishes and brought you here. How can you do this? I'll be your spring and autumn."
Dream big!”
Mr. Ding hummed twice, raised his head and titheed at the gate of the other courtyard: "What a divine monk!"
He turned to look at Ding Guangchang: "Boy, do you think this holy monk has so many magical powers, why doesn't he have a good reputation?"
"Father," Ding Guangchang said with a smile, "Such divine monks regard fame as a floating cloud. They may also think that fame is a drag, preventing them from being free and easy. Otherwise, this temple would not treat pilgrims like this."
They were turned away just because the abbot was not there.
When the abbot came, he had no intention of welcoming them into the main hall to offer incense. He showed no care at all.
On the other hand, for those who have no magical powers, they have some smug people to brag on their behalf. One says they have supernatural powers, another says the Buddhism is profound, another says the medical skills are miraculous, and the other talks about the flesh and bones of the dead.
If you really listen to their bragging, you will only be disappointed in the end. These so-called famous monks are just people who are just trying to gain fame.
As for Master Fakong, he is young but has a majestic appearance, a calm and calm demeanor, and an air of indifference.
Walking in the rolling red dust, but not touching a speck of dust.
"This is the true divine monk!" Mr. Ding sighed with emotion.
Old Mrs. Ding snorted: "How can we repay this great kindness from the divine monk? Guangchang, do you have any ideas?"
"Mom, let me think about it." Ding Guangchang pondered.
"What's there to think about!" Mrs. Ding curled her lips and said, "You just preach to the holy monks."
"This..." Ding Guangchang hesitated.
"What about this and that!" Old Mrs. Ding said: "The holy monk is so powerful, can't he talk about it?"
"If Master Fakong doesn't like anyone knowing about him, then..."
"Humph, how can there be such a person!" Mrs. Ding waved her hand: "Just listen to me and preach it to the holy monk!"
"...I'll discuss this with Brother Jingyuan." Ding Guangchang was promoted to the third rank because of his stability.
Don't act casually, but seek no faults without seeking merit. It is better to do less than to do more, and it is better to do nothing than to do less. Once you do, you will easily make mistakes.
"You have such a slow temper!" Mrs. Ding was so angry that her teeth itched with hatred, but she had no choice but to give Mr. Ding a fierce look.
They are all this old breed, with bad roots!
Everyone titheed to the King Kong Courtyard again, then entered the sedan chair and left slowly.
Lin Feiyang flashed back to Fakong and said dissatisfiedly: "Monk, you can tell he is a high-ranking official at a glance, why don't you welcome him in?"
Fakong was studying the wordless Buddhist scriptures and said casually: "They are here to treat illnesses, not to offer incense."
"After treating an illness, shouldn't it be appropriate to offer incense and say thanks?" Lin Feiyang said angrily: "There is also Monk Yuansheng, there is no reason to push the pilgrims away!"
He raised his head and looked at the old monk Huiling, who was lying on the wooden bell with his legs crossed, and said loudly: "Old monk, it's not that I don't do my best, I am holding back. Why should I let monk Yuansheng be the gatekeeper?
Na!"
He is now obsessed with getting the secret book of the old monk Huiling, so he wants to expand the number of pilgrims, so he is particularly displeased with Yuan Sheng.
In his eyes, Yuansheng just relied on his old age to show off his skills, being lazy and slippery.
If you can't smile at each other, there's nothing you can do about it. You've become obsessed with practicing and your face is stiff. But chasing the pilgrims out would be too much. I just don't think it's troublesome to clean up, so you can clean less if there's no one around.
Such a lazy person should not stay in the outer courtyard, but should be directly driven back to the Vajra Temple.
Unfortunately, his words could not reach Fakong's ears at all. Fakong took a deep look at him and asked him, "Is it possible for you to guard the door?"
He suddenly became honest.
He has an active nature, and making him guard the door is tantamount to torture.
The old monk Huiling chuckled: "You stupid monk Yuansheng, you don't want to watch the door. Fortunately, they have a monthly cycle. Yuansheng is almost one month old, so he will change it to a round lamp soon."
"Round lantern? Round lantern is good, monk." Lin Feiyang suddenly laughed.
Monk Yuandeng smiled at everyone, was easy-going and approachable. Among the three monks, Lin Feiyang liked Monk Yuandeng the most.
Fa Kong said: "It will be better when Junior Brother Faning comes over."
Lin Feiyang was immediately overjoyed and quickly asked Faning when he was coming. Is he really coming? He won't change his mind, right?
Then he showed off to the old monk Huiling how clever Zhou Yang was. He was a brat but full of evil ideas, which was definitely fun and interesting.
Old monk Huiling suddenly became very interested and hurriedly asked what happened. The two of them got together and talked animatedly.
Fa Kong sat in his small pavilion, closed his eyes, and began to search memories one by one, looking for the martial arts in these memories.
Among the memories he got, there were many adventures, especially Jiang Feng who rode the Great Cloud Divine Wind.
The luck is astonishing and the adventures come one after another. Many of them are not even used and can only be left idle.
Fakong searched carefully in his memory and experienced Jiang Feng's life again, and his mood became inexplicably angry.
I hate Dayun with all my heart, and I hate that my background is so poor that I am still one step behind in trying to catch up the day after tomorrow.
Fakong rubbed his eyebrows.
Fortunately, I have a Medicine Buddha statue to guard my mind, otherwise, I would have gone crazy long ago.
The influence of these memories is so strong that it is difficult to eliminate them without the Medicine Buddha statue.
Lin Feiyang and old monk Huiling were still talking animatedly to the side.
Fakong stood up and left his yard with his hands behind his back, came to the lotus pond next to the Sutra Collection Pavilion, and walked slowly on the corridor above the lotus pond.
The surroundings are quiet.
A bright moon hangs in the sky.
The moon shadow casts on the lotus pond, swaying gently.
The cool moonlight makes the surrounding air cooler, mixed with the moisture of the lotus pond, making it more refreshing and pleasant.
There are bursts of chirping sounds of insects.
There was a faint sound of chanting in the air, and he recognized that it was Yuansheng chanting.
From a distance came the sound of silk and bamboo and the melodious singing, which was so gentle and touching that it stirred people's hearts.
This was the sound coming from the third floor of Guanyun Tower, carried slowly by the night wind.
If you listen carefully, the noise of the crowd, the sounds of children playing and the beatings and scoldings of adults will also drift over in the night wind.
After all, it is very close to Zhuque Avenue.
The Shenjing City at night is a city that never sleeps, a bit more luxurious and extravagant than during the day.
Fakong's heart was as calm as water, thinking about Jiang Feng.
Having such adventures one after another, but still not satisfied and still feeling resentful, it seems that people's desires can lead to an unbalanced state of mind.
If his state of mind was pure, based on his adventures, his cultivation would have far surpassed that of Song Qiwen, and he would not always be under pressure by Song Qiwen.
The more anxious and eager you are, the less likely you are to succeed. This is often the case in the world.
He suddenly stopped.
After two years of longevity, the Prajna Kalachakra Tower opens.
The next moment, he entered the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda and started practicing.
Half the time was spent meditating, going deep into the state of concentration, and the other half was practicing the Spiritual Acupuncture Needle that Jiang Feng encountered unexpectedly.
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early morning
"Dangdangdang..."
The bronze bell in the Vajra Temple rang, and fifty-four women in white clothes as snow appeared outside the temple gate.
The loose blouses could not completely cover up their graceful figures.
Their faces were covered with white gauze, and their beautiful facial features were vaguely exposed, but they could not be seen clearly. The eyes on the white gauze were particularly moving.
The light is shining and the eyes are captivating.
Not far behind them, more than a hundred male pilgrims were waiting intently, trying not to look at them or appear sneaky.
The line of pilgrims stretched as far as Suzaku Avenue, making people eating breakfast curious, why is the temple complex so popular?
So someone asked about it.
Of course, those pilgrims who lined up did not say they wanted to see the beauties, they even just wanted to smell the beauty's breath.
So he said that although the new abbot, Master Fakong, was young, he was profound in Buddhism and was an accomplished monk.
They didn't know Fakong's reputation at all, but they knew that the princess of Prince Xin's Mansion came to visit Fengxiang in person.
People around her felt that it was not unusual for the princess to trust a monk.
There are many royal palaces in Shenjing, many princesses, and many people who believe deeply in Buddhism. There are often monks with great faith, and these monks are all outstanding.
But things are rare and valuable, and if there are many famous monks, they will not be too rare.
But Prince Xin's Mansion is obviously different.
What King Xin did was astonishing. Princess Xin actually believed in such a monk, and she was so young.
They became curious and queued to the back of the queue to take a look at the young abbot.
But when they came in, they didn't see Fa Kong.
Fakong was in his yard. Opposite him were Cheng Jia and the others, fifty-four of them, two more than before.
Fa Kong stood in front of the steps of the main hall, looked at the girls, and said warmly: "I have found a wonderful skill that is suitable for you to practice."
"Master, what's your magical skill?"
"Pi Yuan Shen Needle." Fakong said: "You usually use needles, which coincides with this acupuncture method, and you practice it all the time."
Someone asked: "But can the power of acupuncture be used to achieve it?"
A small embroidery needle would probably not hurt or itch if it fell on the body, but it was incomparable to the damage caused by a sword.
"The Piyuan Shen Needle can break through all kinds of auras. It is extremely fast, invisible, and can destroy everything." Fakong smiled and said: "If you can practice to the right level, it will be easy to kill the masters of the Shen Yuan realm!"
"So powerful?"
"But... can we practice it?"
"I will use the technique of initiation to directly pour my cultivation experience into you." Fakong smiled and said: "Don't worry about whether you can practice it well, just think about how to practice well."
"Thank you, Master." Cheng Jiahe said.
All the girls are in harmony.
Fakong smiled and said: "Let's start now, Cheng Jia."
Cheng Jia came to him.
The parallel fingers of Fakong's left hand were like arrows, and his index finger gently touched the center of her eyebrows.
Cheng Jia didn't dodge or evade, but stood still like a statue.
Fakong glanced at Meng Qiaoer.
Meng Qiaoer also stepped forward, and with a gentle tap from him, she became as motionless as a statue.
The remaining women stepped forward one by one.
…
After Fakong clicked on the eyebrows of all fifty-four people and performed the initiation technique, Cheng Jia and the others had already woken up.
Their eyes were filled with eagerness and eagerness to try, and they looked at Fakong excitedly.
Fakong practiced in the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda for two years, and practiced the Spirit-Opening Needle to the Shenyuan realm in one breath, and the experience was completely passed on to them.
They only need to practice step by step, such as climbing up the stairs, without any obstacles. As long as the time to practice is up, they will naturally reach the divine realm.
"Thank you, Master!" All the girls said in unison.
Fa Kong smiled.
He suddenly raised his eyebrows and noticed something strange about himself.