Chu Xiang looked seriously and looked left and right.
This is the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple, with pine trees outside and strict interior, so you don’t have to worry about anyone breaking in.
There are great masters like Fan Ning, Lin Feiyang, and Huiling, and there are also several powerful figures like Yuan Deng who are infinitely close to being great masters.
He was curious about what Fakong had gone through.
Is placing the relic between the eyebrows a way of communicating with the owner of the relic?
Or feel the power fluctuation of the relic?
He had always been curious about the relics and felt that since the relics were left behind by the eminent monk, there must be something left behind.
This thing is probably breath, or it may be Buddhism.
He has also tried many times to test how to stimulate the power of the relics, but unfortunately he has found nothing.
Seeing Fa Kong's current appearance, he felt that Fa Kong must have found a way to stimulate the relics and be able to communicate with them.
As time passed slowly, the golden light began to flicker, then slowly converged into his skin, and finally the golden light disappeared completely.
Fakong Youyou opened his eyes.
Chu Xiang felt that Fakong's eyes were different from usual.
His eyes were gentler and calmer, as if the person sitting in front of him was not Fakong, but an old monk who was aging.
Chu Xiang hurriedly opened his eyes and looked carefully: "Master, what do you think?"
Fakong nodded: "Very good."
"Master, is this something you've gained?"
"This can be regarded as a kind of induction." Fakong said: "With breath induction, you will gain some insights into the world."
"Enlightenment..."
"Seeing mountains is not mountains, seeing water is not mountains, and then taking a step further, seeing mountains is still mountains, seeing water is still water, this is due to the understanding of heaven and earth." Fakong said: "Your Majesty, although you are not a Buddhist,
But the understanding of heaven and earth is still very important."
"Master, how about I take a look?" Chu Xiang said with a smile.
Fa Kong handed him the relic.
Chu Xiang also imitated him and put the relic between his eyebrows, then remained motionless, closed his eyes, and concentrated on the feeling.
Time passes slowly.
Fa Kong waved.
Xu Qingluo came in lightly, handed the tea, and then left quietly.
Fakong glanced at Xu Qingluo's back.
The Sword Immortal lineage is indeed like a fish in water for her, and in the final analysis, it is because of her mental strength.
She suffered from illness since childhood and persevered hard, polishing her will and spirit into pure tenacity, which is exactly in line with the lineage of the Sword Immortal.
It is even more consistent than the Void Fetal Breath Sutra.
Therefore, when you practice cultivation, you will advance quickly and advance by leaps and bounds.
According to this speed, I am afraid that within a month, she will break through to the Grand Master level, much stronger than her master.
He was able to become a Grand Master so quickly with the help of the Time Wheel Tower. The actual time was far longer than the time he showed.
She relied on the Medicine Buddha statue, while Xu Qingluo relied on her own qualifications.
——
A quarter of an hour later, Chu Xiang opened his eyes.
His eyes were blank, as if he was wondering where he was and what time it was.
Fakong smiled.
Seeing Fakong's smile, Chu Xiang shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Master, I don't feel anything at all."
As a great master, he concentrated on one thing and sensed the relics.
But after struggling for a quarter of an hour, I felt that my mental energy was extremely exhausted, but my mind went blank and I couldn't sense anything.
Fakong said: "Your Majesty, you don't have to force it. This should also require Buddhist practice. Only if it is consistent with it can it resonate."
"Master didn't tell me earlier!" Chu Xiang returned the relic to Fakong.
Fakong smiled and said: "Even if I say it, the prince will not give up. He must give it a try."
"It seems there is no such fate."
"Exactly." Fakong nodded: "Buddhists all talk about predestined relationships, and the prince has no predestined relationships with them."
"I'll go back and take a look at those two relics to see if there's any connection with them."
"You can give it a try." Fakong smiled.
He can be sure that he must have no connection with them.
This so-called fate includes my own Medicine Buddha statue.
Without the Medicine Buddha statue, it would be impossible for me to obtain the memory in the relics.
He is worthy of being the holy monk from thousands of years ago, with the Buddhist name Yun Xin.
Master Yun Xin is not well-known, but his merits are not small.
At that time, the demon king was fiercely murderous and wreaked havoc on the whole party, but he was finally subdued by him and converted directly to him.
Master Yun Xin’s lineage is Fayan Sect.
The Fayan Sect is now extinct, and there is no inheritance of this lineage in Daxue Mountain or Shenjing.
More importantly, he did not see the inheritance records of Fayan Sect in Buddhist classics. It had been lost in history and washed out.
The power of Fayan Sect's utterances is so amazing that it is almost like supernatural powers or myths and legends.
In this world, I am the only one who can exert magical powers and demonstrate the power of Buddha's mantra because of the Medicine Buddha statue.
And the inheritance of Fayan Sect is actually equivalent to the Buddhist mantra.
Among the twelve Dharma words, there is the Dharma word "sedation".
"Concentration" is as powerful as casting a condensation spell on your own.
Moreover, the power of the magic words can be upgraded, which is equivalent to the immobilization spell that can be taken one step further or even several steps.
My own immobilization spell can only immobilize the Grand Master now, and it can only last for a moment. This can already determine life or death in a fight.
And this Dharma saying with the word "ding", if the intensity of cultivation becomes too intense, it can even directly kill the great master.
If your heart doesn't beat and your blood doesn't flow for a quarter of an hour, will you die?
If you don’t die for a quarter of an hour, what about two quarters of an hour, what about half an hour, what about an hour, or even a day?
"Master, I'm going back then."
"Your Majesty, you should come to our temple less often in the future. It would be better not to see you than not."
Chu Xiang smiled, shook his head and pointed at Fakong: "Master thinks that I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing!"
Fakong smiled and said: "Every time the prince comes, I will get into trouble."
"Hey, Master, you are really so embarrassed when you say that." Chu Xiang smiled and said: "Okay, Master, don't worry, next time I come back I will just chat and won't find anything for you to do, Master."
"If it's just a small talk, you're welcome." Fakong said.
Chu Xiang smiled and said, "How about Master coming to my house in two days?"
Fakong agreed.
Chu Xiang strode away with a smile.
Xu Qingluo floated over lightly and said with a smile: "Master, if you say that, the prince won't be angry, right?"
Fakong said: "It's a good thing to be angry. It will save me a little trouble."
Practicing martial arts, looking at the scenery, eating delicious food, drinking fine wine, this little life is so beautiful and nourishing.
If you can't do anything else, don't do it.
——
In the evening, Chu Yu came over with a small wooden box and gave Fa Kong some Buddhist treasures that Chu Xiang had collected in Tianjing.
Fakong accepted it calmly.
After Chu Yu left, Fakong opened the wooden box and admired it one by one.
They are indeed rare tools.
Buddhism in Dayong is prosperous, these Buddhist utensils are all exquisitely made, and there are many Buddhist utensils handed down from ancient times.
Fa Kong found a string of Buddhist beads among them.
His feeling is very special, but it is held by an eminent monk, and it has the rhythm of heaven and earth.
From this string of beads, you can feel an inexplicable joy, joy for heaven and earth, and love for the world.
Fa Kong explored carefully.
This string of prayer beads is the most inconspicuous among the nine strings of prayer beads. The other beads are either made of sandalwood or pear wood.
This bunch is made of ordinary peach wood.
This kind of wood is not hard in texture and rots easily, so it will not last long in the world.
But just such a string of mahogany beads was actually held by an enlightened eminent monk, and was intoxicated with the aura of this eminent monk.
He concentrated on the feeling and shook his head.
This eminent monk has passed away and is no longer alive in this world. It is a pity.
If you were still alive, you could discuss Buddhism face to face.
"Abbot." Lin Feiyang and Fu Qinghe appeared in the small courtyard.
Fakong glanced at them: "Is it done?"
"Hehe." Lin Feiyang smiled triumphantly: "Throw those three guys into the prison of Shenwu Mansion."
Fu Qinghe said calmly: "By the way, their martial arts will be abolished."
Lin Feiyang said: "If their martial arts are not abolished, if the emperor lets them out again, wouldn't all their hard work be in vain?"
He felt that it was very likely that he would continue to let him go.
The emperor is still very afraid of the Tianhai Sword Sect. He dare not arrest the disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect and let them assassinate the princess, let alone slander himself. Therefore, it is better to strike first and destroy them first.
"Protect that woman." Fakong said, "The Tianhai Sword Sect will probably send someone to kill her."
He killed her and said that he had no evidence and could get away with it.
"She was also taken to the prison of Shenwu Mansion." Lin Feiyang smiled and said, "It was Zhu's idea."
"Very good." Fakong nodded and waved his hand.
Lin Feiyang did not retreat, but smiled: "Abbott, Prince Ming has entered the city, should I go and see him?"
As night went on, he became more excited and awake, and did not want to sleep.
This is the power given to him by the shadow.
Even if I don't sleep all night, I won't feel sleepy at all, and I will still be energetic and energetic the next day.
He often sleeps only one night out of three nights, and does not need to sleep for the other two days, without feeling sleepy at all.
This has slowly become a habit.
Fakong glanced at him.
Lin Feiyang watched eagerly.
Fakong said slowly: "It's okay to take a look, but there are experts around King Ming, so be careful."
"Yes!" Lin Feiyang agreed excitedly.
He disappeared in a flash, fearing that Fa Kong would regret it.
Fakong smiled and shook his head.
Prince Ming's Mansion was within the scope of his mind's eye, and he could see everything in Prince Ming's Mansion clearly.
"Fu Qinghe."
"Here." Fu Qinghe turned into a gust of wind and appeared in front of Fa Kong.
Fakong looked at him.
Fu Qinghe looked calm: "Abbott, just ask."
Fakong nodded: "Get a jar of sacred water and send it to Prince Ming's Mansion."
"Yes." Fu Qinghe said, turned around and left.
Although he didn't know how to do it, he didn't ask any more and went directly to Lin Feiyang, who gave him some pointers.
Fu Qinghe took a jasper altar, filled it from the copper vat, stuffed it into his sleeve, and walked slowly outside Prince Ming's Mansion.
The place outside Prince Ming's Mansion was deserted and no one came near.
The court officials had the best information and the best understanding of the situation. At this time, no one approached King Ming.
After all, he is the prince of Dayong. Once he gets too close, he will definitely get into trouble.
Two young guards stood at the steps of Prince Ming's Mansion, looking calm and solemn, looking at Fu Qinghe calmly.
Fu Qinghe did not come to the guard with a gentle expression. Instead, he came to the guard with a cold expression and said calmly: "By the order of the abbot, I came here to see His Highness Prince Ming."
"Which abbot?" the guard asked coldly.
"Abbott of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple."
"Fakong Divine Monk?"
"Exactly."
"Wait a moment, let me pass the message." The guard's face softened slightly, and he turned and left.
Fu Qinghe stood still, staring at the red lacquer door of Prince Ming's Mansion.
Under the setting sun, the rows of copper nails on the vermilion-lacquered gate gleamed red, bringing an aura of wealth and honor to your face.
Another guard looked at him curiously.
He kept his eyes straight, motionless, and had no intention of talking to the guard.