"Hey!" Lin Feiyang curled his lips and said: "Just staring at such a golden bowl, can you become a first-class person?"
Fanning also looked unbelieving.
But he was kind and didn't say it out loud.
Lin Feiyang didn't care: "Old monk, you can really fool me. If you can become a first-class master just by looking at such a golden bowl, what else can you do? Then how did the owner of this golden bowl lose the golden bowl? It's first-class!"
"What do you know!" Old monk Huiling said angrily: "Xiao Linzi, you are just a frog in the well. You don't understand anything, and you think you do."
"Tell me, old monk, how can you become a first-class person?"
"If Yipin can explain it clearly, then it is not Yipin!" Old monk Huiling said proudly: "It can only be understood, not expressed in words. Do you understand?"
"don't know."
"Kuchiki!"
"Old monk, you are just talking nonsense." Lin Feiyang was unconvinced: "Tell me, if I stare at this golden bowl, can it become a first-class product?"
"What you are practicing is not the same as ours." Old monk Huiling waved his hand: "It is better for you to comprehend it yourself. I guess you have no hope in this life, so you should give up!"
"Old monk, you have a grudge and deliberately hit me, right?" Lin Feiyang snorted: "Little chicken intestines!"
"It doesn't matter whether I have a small belly chicken intestine or not, you don't want to be a first-class person anyway!"
"Just holding a grudge!"
"Can't get into the first grade!"
"Grudge!"
"Can't get into the first grade!"
The two of them stared at each other, saying something to each other.
Fa Kong stared at Jin Bo, Xu Qingluo also stared at it, and Master and Disciple Fan Ning and Zhou Yang also stared at it curiously.
Want to see what the mystery of this golden bowl is.
The old monk Huiling is not very reliable in his work, but he has a high cultivation level and a sharp vision. There is no way he would praise a golden bowl like this for no reason.
But they just can't see the beauty of it.
Xu Qingluo simply visualized it in her mind, but she couldn't figure it out. She blinked her big eyes and said, "Master, there is indeed something weird."
Fakong looked at her.
Xu Qingluo said: "I can't imagine it in my mind."
Fakong closed his eyes and tried to visualize, but he visualized it without any hindrance, but he felt a vague charm.
Xu Qingluo saw that Fa Kong had kept his eyes closed, thinking that Fa Kong was meditating reluctantly, so she asked softly: "Master, right?"
"Look at it carefully and then try visualizing it."
"Okay." Xu Qingluo agreed, staring at the golden bowl carefully, from top to bottom, from left to right, then got up and lay down on the mouth of the bowl, saw the prayer inside, and couldn't help but whisper.
:"Reborn curse……"
She also knows how to pray.
Fakong taught her by the way, and she remembered it with a photographic memory. Then she saw the prayer above and read it out.
But after reading the name, she couldn't read the rest, as if there was an invisible force stopping her.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Fakong closed his eyes and said, "You are still weak, so don't force yourself to read, lest you hurt yourself."
"Yes, Master." Xu Qingluo agreed.
She could now conclude that this golden bowl was truly extraordinary.
There are actually prayers.
Is this considered an ancient thing?
No wonder our ancestors cherished it so much.
She glanced at the old monk Huiling who was still stumbling over Lin Feiyang, and said with a smile: "Ancestor, do you recognize the words on this?"
"Do you recognize it?"
"Hehe..." Xu Qingluo chuckled, closed her eyes and stopped talking.
The old monk Huiling immediately stopped quarreling with Lin Feiyang and stared at the prayers, and finally shook his head.
He remembered the words that Fa Kong had written to him. They were very similar to these words. He had recommended Weng Jingyuan, and Fa Kong had gone to see Weng Jingyuan.
It seems that he has learned this text and passed it on to Xiao Qingluo.
His heart was itching like a cat scratching.
He looked at Xu Qingluo from time to time.
But Xu Qingluo closed her big eyes and remained motionless, as if she had fallen into a trance, and he could not be disturbed.
Zhou Yang felt bored after watching it for a while, so he simply stopped reading.
Fanning didn't think there was anything mysterious about it either.
Although his qualifications are high, his cultivation is not enough and he cannot touch the mysteries. It takes time to accumulate.
The reason why Fakong reached such a state at such a young age and was almost on the verge of reaching the first level was because his accumulation was rich enough.
The rich accumulation comes from the pearls of memory he obtained and experienced too much life.
The normal age for entering a Grand Master and entering the First Rank is usually around sixty years old. Only after a period of sixty years can one have a truly clear understanding of life.
In Xu Qingluo's mind, a golden bowl loomed, like a candle in the wind that would be extinguished at any time.
She tried her best not to let it disappear. She kept stimulating her mental power and visualized the appearance of the golden bowl.
But Jinbo's visualization was too energy-consuming, and she gradually felt powerless, watching it gradually blur.
Fakong suddenly opened his eyes and gently touched the center of her eyebrow with his left index finger.
Xu Qingluo's spirit suddenly revived, and the golden bowl that was about to collapse suddenly became clear and real.
A clear "ding" sound suddenly sounded in her mind, as if someone was knocking a golden bowl.
Immediately, my mind became clear.
The Dharmakaya, which had been sitting quietly cross-legged in the void of my mind, suddenly became slightly brighter.
This little Xu Qingluo has always been solid but not solid. It is clear, but it is not strong enough.
The golden bowl slowly floated towards the Dharmakaya, and then slowly integrated into the Dharmakaya.
Suddenly, she felt an inexplicable sense of solidity, as if the Dharmakaya and herself were completely integrated.
The self is the dharma body, and the dharma body is the self.
She immediately knew that she had completed the first step and her Dharma body was strong.
The next step is to start condensing the fetal breath!
She opened her eyes excitedly, her big eyes shining brightly, and she said excitedly: "Thank you, Master, Master, I have completed the third level."
Fakong nodded with satisfaction.
"What third level?" Zhou Yang asked.
Xu Qingluo glanced at him sideways: "Junior brother, work hard, you will be surpassed by me soon!"
"Huh." Zhou Yang said disdainfully.
With her lazy attitude, how could she possibly surpass herself?
Fakong looked at Monk Huiling: "Uncle, you have indeed gained a lot."
He captured the invisible charm, which seemed to contain the truth of heaven and earth, and the world in front of him suddenly became different.
Monk Huiling said: "This shows that your understanding is extraordinary. If you look at it for a while, it will be almost the same."
"Uncle, please put it away. I have already memorized it. Just meditate on it."
"Okay." Monk Huiling agreed happily, picked it up in a hurry, jumped into the air, sat on the crossbar of the bell and watched it carefully. He was overjoyed and gradually showed a look of intoxication.
Daqian Forbidden Palace
Lingyun Palace
Xin Wang Chuxiang hurriedly came outside Lingyun Palace.
Two palace ladies in colorful clothes were guarding the palace gate. When they saw Prince Xin, they hurriedly bowed to him.
"Is the fifteenth sister in the palace?"
"Your Majesty, the princess is here."
"I'll go in and take a look." Chu Xiang waved his hand: "No need to inform."
"Yes." The two maids, Yan Jin, saluted again.
Chu Xiang suddenly looked up at the sky.
The sky was gloomy and no longer blue.
It is already late autumn, and the autumn wind is blowing.
Although he is a great master and is protected from cold and heat, he still feels the coldness.
In particular, the buildings in the palace are square and neat, and there is no obstruction between the palace and the wall. Instead, wind channels are formed, making the autumn breeze stronger.
The late autumn in the palace is a bit more bleak than outside.
He shook his head and thought of Dr. Xu's words.
Dr. Xu was very familiar with him. He was responsible for treating Princess Xu Miaoru. Although he could not be cured, he relied on his medical skills to keep her going. This was a great contribution. Chu Xiang was deeply grateful and thanked her many times.
The two unknowingly developed a wonderful friendship.
So this time, Doctor Xu told him the truth.
The fifteenth princess may not be able to survive this winter or celebrate the new year.
When Chu Xiang thought of this, his heart became heavier and heavier.
Chong walked slowly into the palace gate with light steps, turned around the screen wall and came to the vestibule. He saw an Arhat bed in the vestibule, with a slender, graceful and beautiful woman lying on it.
Dressed in a moon-colored white attire, her beautiful face is as pale as paper, and her frowning eyebrows look gloomy and haggard.
Even in late autumn, the place is still lush with greenery, mostly planted with precious exotic pine trees, which are evergreen all year round.
She didn't like the flowers and plants to wither, so she kept planting pine trees, all kinds of pine trees.
Next to her sat two palace ladies in colorful clothes.
He was fourteen or fifteen years old, but still had a childlike look on his face, and he was gently fanning her.
In this late autumn, it is very cool, and the beautiful woman feels that she is still hot in the scorching summer.
"Brother Ninth." She nodded lightly and said lazily, "I won't get up to salute."
"You, just tell me this." Chu Xiang said angrily: "What are we brothers and sisters doing? We just got sick?"
"Well, we just had one." The fifteenth princess Chu Ling said lazily: "I'm used to it now."
"Look at this." Chu Xiang carefully took out the Rejuvenation Spell from his arms and handed it to Chu Ling.
Chu Ling waved her hand.
A little palace maid next to her put down her fan, took the rejuvenation spell and handed it to Chu Ling.
Chu Ling stretched out her slender hand to catch it and glanced at it a few times: "Is it a Buddhist mantra? Well, a rejuvenation mantra?"
"Fifteenth sister, you actually know the rejuvenation spell."
"It is said that the rejuvenation spell of Monk Fakong is very miraculous and can cure serious illnesses." Chu Ling smiled softly and said calmly: "Brother Ninth, you have done a great service."
"You also know this?"
"I heard it when my father and my mother were chatting." Chu Ling said: "I am a dying person, what can they hide?"
"Don't talk nonsense, why should you die?" Chu Xiang felt slightly sad and glared at her angrily: "Since you know Master Fakong's rejuvenation mantra, it will be easier. If you recite this mantra well, it may have miraculous effects."
"Yes, princess." The two little maids stepped back respectfully.
Suddenly, only Chu Xiang and Chu Ling were left in the vestibule.
Chu Xiang came closer and lowered his voice: "Fifteenth sister, Master Fakong's prayer ceremony will be held in three days. I will take you there quietly. Master Fakong will definitely cure your illness."
"Brother Ninth..." Chu Ling showed a faint mockery, as if he was mocking his own fate: "I am not sick, but seriously ill and injured, not just obsessed. In short, I am a mess and numb. I am already terminally ill and unable to do anything.
It can be cured with medicine.”
"Shh! Keep your voice down!... Haven't you heard of Master Fakong's Rejuvenation Spell?" Chu Xiang lowered his voice: "You should know that Master Fakong's Rejuvenation Spell is magical and can cure any illness or injury.
of."
"The Rejuvenation Spell can cure diseases. I know that. It only heals injuries..."
"Fifteenth sister!" Chu Xiang said anxiously: "Do you listen to me?"
"Of course you have to listen to Brother Ninth's words."
"Then just do as I say!" Chu Xiang lowered his voice and said, "I'm sure I can cure you!"
"Brother Ninth..."
"Stop blabbering!" Chu Xiang said: "The illness of your Sister-in-law Jiu and Princess Jingbei's illness were both incurable, but Master Fakong couldn't help it! The same goes for your illness, Master Fakong
It can be cured!”
"Okay." Chu Ling saw that he was anxious and knew that his temper was rising, so he couldn't resist at this time.
"Okay, that's it, recite this rejuvenation mantra and don't lose this piece of paper."
"Brother Ninth, I have memorized the rejuvenation spell by heart."
In order to cure the disease, I have tried various methods. I heard about the wonderful rejuvenation mantra of Fakong, found this mantra, and recited it by heart for more than ten days.
Unfortunately, it never worked, so I gave up.
"This paper is very important." Chu Xiang lowered his voice: "Don't throw it away, this is a talisman."