There is still a long queue in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple, even longer than before.
The embroiderers of Mingyue Embroidery House are very mysterious. If the customers of Mingyue Medicine House are rich and poor, then the customers of Mingyue Embroidery House are either rich or noble.
Ordinary people do not dare to step into Mingyue Embroidery Building. The high price makes people take a breath of air.
Mingyue Embroidery House is expensive, luxurious and exquisite, and these beautiful embroiderers support this luxury and exquisiteness, and they are also beauties.
Normally, these pilgrims cannot even step into Mingyue Embroidery Tower, let alone meet the embroidery ladies of Mingyue Embroidery Tower.
Now that I have the opportunity to see them, even if I can't see their true appearance, it is a rare treat to take a close look or even smell their breath.
Fakong smiled and returned the courtesy, but actually shook his head secretly.
These pilgrims have evil intentions, and even if they are cast various Buddhist mantras and put all their efforts into it, it will be difficult for them to develop faith.
Only those who are in desperate situations and are in the darkest place, the Buddha's mantra is like a ray of Buddha's light shining down, bringing them into the light. At this time, it is easy to inspire faith.
Cheng Jia and his daughters came to offer incense once a day and gave him eighty-eight points of faith. Adding two points from Faning and one point from Lin Feiyang, the total was ninety-one points.
The power of faith is enough to squander.
But his current goal is not the power of belief, but merit, and to have merit, he needs more believers.
But there are not so many people in desperate situations in the world. Even if there were, they couldn't all wait for him to save them, and they might have died long ago.
The achievement of Vajra is so difficult. Although we already know the way, it is not that easy to walk.
Easier said than done.
Under the greetings of "Master Fakong" along the way, Fakong remained in harmony, nodded with a smile, and returned to the outer courtyard.
Even though it was difficult for them to become believers, he felt very happy that they showed their respect.
As soon as he returned to the outer courtyard, Lin Feiyang disappeared without a trace. He was going to monitor the incense owner and also wanted to find out some information about the murder case of Xie Shilang.
Fa Kongze completely gave up praying, gave up the idea of wandering outside, and stayed in the Sutra Pavilion to study.
Faning was planning to open a vegetable garden in the temple. After searching around, the most suitable location was the pagoda garden at the back.
There is nothing in that courtyard except a pagoda.
The twelve-story pagoda surrounds the pagoda body and is carved with various Buddha statues. It is solemn and solemn, guarding the relics in the pagoda.
Under the gaze of these Buddha statues, no building is suitable to be adjacent to each other.
So the courtyard became empty.
Faning plans to open a vegetable garden here in Tayuan and grow some vegetables for his own consumption, which will be fresher than outside.
He felt that with Fa Kong's rejuvenation spell, it would be a huge waste not to plant some things, especially those that were difficult to plant.
No matter what it is, once it is difficult to survive, it must be extremely expensive. With the rejuvenation spell, it can completely solve the problem of survival.
This saves a lot of money.
Although disciples of Vajra Temple do not need to worry about money, it may be better to save some.
When you arrive in Shenjing, you have to spend money everywhere.
What's more, after not growing vegetables for a day, he felt itchy all over.
Zhou Yang was practicing next to him.
Xu Zhijian has laid a good foundation for him, and now he needs to start practicing.
Although he was still practicing alone, he was not as haggard as when he was in Yaogu. Instead, he was full of energy. Faning was very pleased to see him.
The morning passed in the blink of an eye.
The bell on the fourth floor of the Sutra Pavilion rang.
It's already time for lunch.
Fa Kong came out of the Sutra Pavilion, passed through the Moon Gate along the corridor on the lotus pond, and came to his yard.
Lin Feiyang has returned and a table of dishes has been prepared.
Zhou Yang helped serve the dishes.
The old monk Huiling on the fourth floor of the Sutra Pavilion jumped down and sat next to Fakong with a smile, and everyone started eating.
"Monk, I finally understand now." Lin Feiyang poured a glass of wine for Fakong and said with emotion.
Fakong looked at him.
Lin Feiyang said: "This guy was killed this morning."
Fakong raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you taking action?"
"Yes." Lin Feiyang said: "I stood in the shadow and saw with my own eyes what the people from Feitian Temple did. This was to take advantage of the chaos in the city and no one would care if I killed you."
"Several people?"
"There are four Feitian Temple masters in total." Lin Feiyang snorted: "No wonder they are tied with our King Kong Temple. Their movements are extremely fast and their moves are also extremely fast. Then the incense master has been killed before he can react.
, and his loyal subordinate was also killed."
"You didn't come to the rescue?"
"Hey, what can I do to save them?" Lin Feiyang said, "It would be better if they died."
Fakong nodded.
"This move is called killing with a borrowed knife, right?" Lin Feiyang exclaimed: "I learned a move this time, it's quite insidious!"
Killing without a knife.
Faning couldn't help but put down his chopsticks, Heshi shouted the Buddha's name, and sighed: "Brother, this sacred city is really chaotic, killing people at every turn!"
"That's not true," Fakong said with a smile: "Things of the past two days have been brought together. This kind of thing usually happens very rarely. It's better not to kill anyone if you can. The green-robed wind hunter is not a vegetarian.
"
If the green-clad wind hunter can't deal with it, the Shenwu Mansion will be dispatched. Anyway, people in the martial arts community who commit crimes often don't end well.
Even the disciples of the three major sects cannot kill people casually.
You can be wounded or crippled, but the officials will turn a blind eye if they see you are a martial artist.
But if it is murder, then the government will definitely pursue it.
It is of the same nature as the security incidents and criminal incidents in the previous life.
If you can make peace with the former, just make peace with it, and just let it go in confusion. However, you cannot turn a blind eye to the latter. If you don't hold it accountable, others will hold you accountable.
If someone dies in a wilderness outside Shenjing and no one notices or reports the crime, then maybe forget it.
But in Shenjing, even if no one reports the crime, they will never give up once someone is found to have been murdered, and they must be investigated to the end.
"I think they do this kind of thing a lot." Lin Feiyang poured another glass of wine for the old monk Huiling: "Kill the person, take the body away directly, and clean the place where the fight was, leaving no trace of it.
If you don’t leave anything behind, it’s really neat!”
Fa Kong nodded.
Monk Rushan was not good at doing this kind of thing, and he would not invite him to see the incense owner.
Old monk Huiling picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, looking at the dharma empty space.
Fakong also smiled and drank it all in one gulp.
The old monk Huiling signaled Lin Feiyang to fill the bottle quickly, and asked curiously: "Abbott, how can you be sure that a little bald donkey like a mountain can do something?"
Fakong smiled and said: "I think there is a saying that makes sense. Character determines destiny. Master Rushan is hot-tempered and cruel."
Old monk Huiling said: "But this little bald donkey like Rushan is also very smart. A stupid person cannot be an abbot. Which abbot can't be as smart as a monkey?"
Fakong smiled and said: "No matter how smart a person is, he cannot control his own nature. In this matter, Master Rushan should not be able to suppress his temper."
Old monk Huiling was very happy: "You are treating him as a pawn. It's interesting and interesting, just do it like this!"
His wine glass was now full, and he picked it up: "Come on, abbot, I'll toast you!"
Fakong smiled and raised his glass, and the two drank it down in one gulp.
"Since you came to the outer courtyard, abbot, I, old monk, have been very proud." Old monk Huiling said proudly: "Let's see how long that old bald donkey Zhiyuan can be proud of!... Mr. Lin, how are the pilgrims doing?"
"Don't worry, old monk, the number is increasing every day." Lin Feiyang said proudly: "It will definitely surpass Feitian Temple!"
He looked at Fakong: "Do you want to publicize the killings in Feitian Temple? You can reduce their diners by more than half!"
If it's less than half, you can expect to exceed it, and you'll get the secret.
Fakong shook his head.
This breaks the rules. It doesn't matter how many pilgrims there are. If you break the rules, you will be in endless trouble.
Even if you are invincible in martial arts, you must respect the rules and not break them casually, as this will cause a lot of trouble that cannot be solved by martial arts.
There are too many things in the world that martial arts cannot solve.
"The princess is here, go and open the door." Fakong said.
Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash.
Fan Ning asked curiously: "Do you believe the princess? Senior brother, I won't go there."
Fakong nodded.
Fan Ning was thin-skinned, and Xu Miaoru's stunning beauty would put great pressure on him, so she didn't force him.
But Zhou Yang was curious and kept talking to Faning.
Fanning pretended not to know.
Fakong had already stood up: "Uncle Master, I'll go there first."
"Go, go, I believe that the princess is a noble person." Old monk Huiling waved his hands and immersed himself in eating.
When Fakong arrived at the Main Hall, Princess Xinxu Miaoru had already entered the courtyard with the help of Xiao Tao and Xiao Xing.
She wore an apricot-yellow blouse and took off her power hat, revealing her hibiscus jade face, which became even brighter and flawless against the backdrop of the yellow blouse.
At this time, there was a faint cloud of sadness.
"Master." She clasped her jade palms together.
Two points of faith are in the account, and the law and emptiness are combined to return the favor.
Xu Miaoru came to the incense burner in front of the Main Hall, took the sandalwood from Lin Feiyang, bowed and inserted it into the incense burner, then she and Fa Kong sat down at the stone table next to the release pool.
Lin Feiyang served tea.
The midday sun shines directly in the sky.
The top of the stone table was covered with dense leaves, which swayed gently in the wind, and the broken shadows on the ground were swaying.
"What's wrong, Princess?" Fakong put down the tea and asked warmly.
Xu Miaoru must have something to do when he came at this time.
Moreover, King Xin is currently at the forefront of the storm. First, he ransacked Jimin's warehouse, confiscating many officials, and then forced the grain store to be confiscated, offending countless people. Just now, there was the massacre of Xie Shilang's family.
As the Admiral of the Nine Gates, King Xin is responsible for managing the security of the capital, so he naturally bears the brunt of the responsibility, and it may be the straw that breaks the camel's back.
"Alas..." Xu Miaoru sighed softly and shook her head: "It's been such an eventful time!"
Fakong smiled.
Xu Miaoru waved her hand gently.
Xiao Xing and Xiao Tao bowed and retreated outside the temple gate.
Fakong raised his eyebrows.
Xu Miaoru said softly: "Master, I'm here to ask for help."
"Princess, it's okay to just say it."
"There is a plague outside the city now, and it has spread in the camp of victims."
Fa Kong frowned.
Xu Miaoru said softly: "Not only the common people have contracted the plague, but also the soldiers responsible for patrolling have been infected."
"Is the prince okay?"
"The prince is fine, but many of his subordinates have been infected. This plague is extremely rare, and dozens of victims have died. The Imperial Hospital is still at a loss what to do...it can only place these sick people in one place to wait.
Death, but the soldiers responsible for transporting them are all infected,...but we can't let those infected transport, they will be infected as soon as they are transported, alas! The entire camp for the victims is like a hell on earth!"