Fa Kong's voice was gentle and calm in their ears. After listening to it, they felt as if they were immersed in a pool of autumn water, and their anxiety and irritability disappeared without a trace.
"Hmph, sorcery!" An old man in purple robes in the crowd groaned angrily, stroking his beard.
He was followed by two handsome young men with good manners. They hurriedly whispered: "Grandpa, keep your voice down!"
"Why can't I tell you what this demon monk has done?" The old man in purple robe and silver beard stroked his beard and sneered: "He doesn't want me to talk, so just hit me!"
"Grandpa..." The two handsome young men smiled helplessly.
A young man said softly: "Grandpa, I'm not afraid of Master Fa Kong doing it, I'm just afraid of others doing it."
"Humph, a bunch of stupid men and women!" The old man in purple robe and silver beard had a face as smooth and rosy as a baby, with piercing eyes and a tall and tall figure.
But his cultivation level is only at the Earth Yuan realm, and he is obviously not a warrior.
"Grandpa, please keep your voice down." A young man said softly, "Someone is already staring at you."
"Hmph!" The old man in purple robe and silver beard snorted coldly and stopped talking.
"You're so rude, old man!" Next to him was an old man with silver hair and a silver beard. He was dressed in a brocade robe and had an emerald ring on each of his ten fingers. He was full of greenery and had an aura of wealth in his face.
The old man in purple robe and silver beard turned his head and looked over, his eyes bright and his expression majestic.
"Oh, you're an official!" The old man in brocade robes glanced at him and smiled nonchalantly: "What rank are you in? What's your position as an official?"
"How presumptuous!" the purple-robed and silver-bearded old man shouted.
The old man in brocade robes said disdainfully: "I can't even say a word, so your official power is too great, right?"
"Who are you?"
"I asked first!"
"I am Sheng Bingwen!" The old man in purple robe and silver beard stroked his beard and smiled proudly: "I retired from being a doctor in the Ministry of Rites."
"Haha..." The old man in brocade robes laughed: "It turns out that he is just a doctor, but his official power is greater than that of a minister!"
Sheng Bingwen frowned.
"Okay, Master Fakong wants to talk again!" The old man in brocade robe curled his lips and said, "I don't have time to listen to your gossip!"
"Poor monk Fakong," Fakong's voice came slowly: "It seems that you don't have an umbrella, but this is not easy to handle."
Everyone laughed nonchalantly.
Fakong's gentle voice slowly reached everyone's ears: "The poor monk is not joking. It will rain later, and it will be the poor monk's fault if he gets wet and gets sick."
Someone shouted: "Master, don't worry, as long as it rains, we are willing to get sick!"
"That's right, I'm willing to be sick!"
"Master, can it really rain?"
"Let it rain quickly. If it doesn't rain, my tree will be ruined. It took ten years for the spiritual fruit tree to grow!"
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Fa Kong stood on the high platform and could see the people around him clearly. They were really densely packed.
The light wheel in his mind floated into the power of more than 20,000 people.
As far as I could see, in the camp for victims of the disaster, people walked out of their tents and came to the open space, looking at themselves on the high platform in the distance.
They were strictly ordered by King Xin not to leave the camp and could only stay in the camp to avoid meeting people from Shenjing City.
This is to prevent conflicts and prevent someone from taking the opportunity to cause chaos.
Fakong tithes toward the camp of victims.
The victims could see it clearly and were so excited.
Fakong said in a warm voice: "The Buddhist mantra that the poor monk is about to cast is called the Mantra of Clouds and Rain, and it is a great wish mantra."
His voice was neither fast nor slow, and reached everyone's ears clearly, as if he was speaking right into their ears.
Moreover, the sound has the magical effect of calming the mind and dispelling anxiety, making people prick up their ears and listen.
Even so, there were still people talking in low voices.
"The evil talk deceives the public, and the crime must be punished!" The old man in purple robe and silver beard stroked his beard and sneered.
The old man in brocade robes said impatiently: "Sheng, can you shut up?...You are no longer a doctor, so why are you still showing off your official power?"
"You..." Sheng Bingwen pointed angrily at the old man in brocade robes.
Ever since he became a doctor in the Ministry of Rites, everyone he saw around him was respectful and respectful, even if he retired and returned to his hometown.
How can it be so rude and disrespectful?
I felt extremely uncomfortable for a moment and was so angry that I didn’t know what to say.
"What am I? Listen to what the master has to say!" the old man in brocade robes snorted angrily.
At this time, in another part of the crowd, a handsome young man wearing a crane cloak with an ancient temperament stood quietly and looked leisurely at Fa Kong on the high platform.
There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be sarcastic or mocking, and he wanted to see how the sky would end and how he would deceive the world.
Fakong continued: "What is the Great Wish Mantra? It is a mantra created by the Buddha to save the world based on the great wishes of all sentient beings. This time the poor monk cast this mantra because he was inspired by the great wishes of tens of thousands of victims. The poor monk could only do his best to cast it.
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Everyone nodded, half understanding what he meant.
Fakong smiled and said: "This mantra requires the will of all living beings to activate it. If the power of the mantra is insufficient, the mantra cannot be completed, so in the future, please do not come to the poor monk to cast this mantra again. I forgive the poor monk for being unable to do so, Amitabha!"
Everyone smiles.
Master Fakong blocks everyone's way in advance. It's interesting and interesting. Does this mean he is sure that his prayer for rain will be successful?
People cheered up and opened their eyes wide.
Among the crowd, a charming and heroic girl in black stood quietly, followed by eight burly men.
Eight people formed a circle to protect her, and outsiders could not get close.
Fakong's inner eye has noticed that she is Li Ying, the young master of Cantian Dao.
Li Zhu, who was as tall as a black bear, whispered: "Young Master, how long has it been since he became a master?"
The handsome middle-aged Zhou Tianhuai shook his head gently: "This Master Fakong is indeed extraordinary."
Li Zhu chuckled and said, "Palace Master Zhou, do you really believe that he can ask for rain?"
Zhou Tianhuai looked at Li Ying: "Young Master...?"
Li Ying frowned slightly with her long slanted eyebrows, and said calmly: "Just watch and see if I can get rain. I'll know soon."
"yes."
The two of them quickly shut up, knowing that Li Ying was impatient.
At this time, it is best to keep your mouth shut and don't say a word, otherwise you will incur a violent reprimand from the young master.
Every word of her instruction was reasonable, which would make you wonder if you should die in a headlong collision, lest you live in this world and embarrass your ancestors.
Fakong's voice sounded again: "Weak people, it's better to stay away for the time being. This rain will affect Shenjing City. It's the same for all the donors watching the rain at home."
But no one moved.
The more he said this, the more curious and unconvinced everyone became, and they insisted on seeing if they could wet themselves.
"Amitabha, how wonderful!" Fakong announced the Buddha's name: "The poor monk will start."
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, he formed a seal with his hands and took a leisurely step.
Two steps...three steps...
Taking a step forward, a lotus flower emerged from under the sole of my foot.
It looks like a lotus flower carved from white jade, bright and flawless. Under the sunlight at noon, it exudes a warm and moist light, which is so beautiful that it purifies the heart.
Taking the second step, dozens of lotus flowers quickly emerged around the lotus, forming a lotus bush.
Taking the third step, his body rose a foot, as if there was an invisible force holding him up, and a lotus flower sprouted out from under his feet.
In the fourth step, dozens of lotus bushes spread out next to the new lotus.
In this way, two layers of lotus flowers are formed.
In the fifth step, rise another foot, and a lotus flower emerges from the sole of your foot.
In the sixth step, dozens of lotus flowers will spread around the new lotus flower.
It is formed of three layers of lotus flowers, with a large lower part and a small upper part in a trapezoid shape, vaguely possessing the shape of an altar, an altar made of lotus flowers.
He took one step after another, without stopping, and the lotus flowers continued to appear.
He gradually got higher and higher, and the lotus altar became higher and higher. Before he knew it, the lotus altar was more than thirty meters high.
This is the cloud-making and rain-making mantra that Fakong improved after hard thinking.
In order to expand his followers and gain merit, he looked indifferent and indifferent, but secretly he was doing his best.
As the number of layers of the lotus increased, each layer slowly expanded, and the lotus altar gradually spread, almost reaching the chests of the armored soldiers.
People around him suddenly realized.
It turns out that these armored soldiers surrounded this area and made it empty, not specifically for the powerful, but to make room for the altar.
Someone curiously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the white jade lotus through the gap between the armored soldiers to see if it was real or an illusion.
But the armored soldiers were not just for display, they opened his hands directly and were not allowed to touch them.
"Huh?"
"ah!"
"what happened?"
"It's a lotus? Is it real?!"
People's eyes suddenly widened.
These are the people nearby.
People in the distance could only vaguely see something emerging, getting higher layer by layer. Fa Kong gradually rose to a high place and became much smaller.
But they couldn't see clearly what it was, so they asked the people in front of them.
Ask the front again, and then you will know. The front begins to spread to the back. After a while, everyone knows that Fa Kong has white jade lotus flowers flowing out of his feet. These lotus flowers form an altar, thus lifting Fa Kong to a high place.
Everyone's eyes were opened.
"witchcraft!"
"trick!"
"A blind trick!"
"It must be a lie!"
Sheng Bingwen stopped moving his hand stroking his beard and stared straight at Fakong, murmuring in his mouth.
The scene before him had a great impact on him and impacted his old concepts.
"Awesome!" The old man in silver robe stared straight at him with his eyes wide open, his eyes shining brightly, and he was too lazy to refute Sheng Bingwen.
The outstanding and handsome young man stared at the white jade lotus altar with a solemn expression, his eyes gradually blooming with strange light, which seemed to penetrate all things.
"Wow, that's awesome!" Li Zhu exclaimed: "Young master, you really have some skills, no wonder you dare to be a master!"
"Is this an illusion?" Zhou Tianhuai said solemnly.
Li Ying snorted: "What else?"
"That's true." Zhou Tianhuai nodded suddenly: "It can't be created out of nothing, it must be an illusion, but this power..."
He felt the vast and majestic power, and his heart was awe-inspiring.
"Hey, it's just a magic trick!" Li Zhu said disappointedly: "I thought it was real, but it turned out to be just a lie."
Fakong suddenly raised his hands, made a hand seal, and pointed toward the sky.
Countless white jade lotus flowers suddenly bloomed with soft white light.
The white light condensed together, became brighter and brighter, and suddenly expanded violently, turning into a beam of light that rose into the sky and pierced the blue sky.
This white light pillar was blocked by the blue sky. All the white light rushed past but failed to break through the obstacle, and finally converged into a small sun.
Not inferior to the rays of the sun.
Fa Kong stood in the void, formed another mudra with his hands, and pointed toward the little sun.
The little sun exploded violently, just like the explosion of an atomic bomb in the previous life. The white light spread along the blue sky, spread to the horizon, and spread to an end that could not be seen.
At this time, people just stared blankly. Tens of thousands of people looked up to the sky. There was no discussion, no sound, only silence.
There is only silence in heaven and earth.
After the white light diffused, the sky returned to its original appearance.
Fakong slowly returned to the high platform, his expression calm.
People slowly came back to their senses, and after being shocked, they resumed speaking.
"What happened? It failed?"
"It probably didn't work out."
"Alas... what a pity!"
The white light pillar just now failed to break through the blue sky in the end, giving people the feeling that it was unable to sustain its strength and failed.
They speculated that if the blue sky was broken, the spell might be successful.
Now there is no movement and all activity has ceased. Then what if it’s not a failure?
"Hey, it's just a showpiece!"
"It's quite bluffing!"
"What a pity, what a pity..."
People look towards the high platform.
A gust of breeze blows, and the purple gold cassock flutters gently.