Cao Jingchun was already standing outside Yongkong Temple and raised his voice: "Master?"
Fakong's voice rang in his ears: "Your Majesty, please come in."
Cao Jingchun opened the door and strode in. When he came to Fakong, he glanced around with his eyes and marveled.
"Your Majesty, it's just a joke. It's just a trivial thing." Fakong said gently and calmly.
"Is this the magic method that the master used to pray for rain?"
"The mantra of moving clouds and spreading rain." Fakong nodded: "It is a mantra of great wishes. It requires the concentrated wishes of all living beings before it can be cast."
"The mantra of moving clouds and spreading rain..." Cao Jingchun said with emotion: "It's really eye-opening."
He had heard of it but had never seen it with his own eyes, so although he thought it was magical, it still felt a bit unreal.
Now you can see it with your own eyes.
Yongkong Temple is another world, completely different within the same wall, and this feeling becomes even clearer.
This is the so-called dojo.
It is a real dojo, not a dojo in words...
This ashram seems to be isolated from the outside world and forms its own world. Once you step into this place, your mind will naturally calm down.
Especially when I smell the fresh and moist air and feel the vigorous vitality, my mind is both peaceful and agile, and I wish I could live here forever without leaving.
Fakong said in a warm voice: "Buddhism is boundless, I just borrowed a little bit of the power of Buddhism."
"Master is really too modest." Cao Jingchun shook his head and sighed: "This is not a trace of power."
Fakong said: "After observing the West Kabeye Sutra, my mind was agitated and my uncontrollable power overflowed."
"It would be great if those two Buddhist scriptures are useful to the master." Cao Jingchun said: "It's a pity that there are only those two books."
Fakong smiled and said: "The Xika Bayiye Sutra is indeed useful to me, but it is a pity that it is rarely handed down from generation to generation. I need to obtain the predestined teaching."
"What is the maximum range of the Master's cloud-making and rain-making spell?" Cao Jingchun asked curiously.
Fakong pondered and shook his head: "The Clouds and Rain spell itself has no limit on its range. The range depends on the amount of wish power. The wish power is converted into spell power. The range can be as large as the wish power."
"If the people of Dayong all pray, can it spread throughout Dayong?"
"If you have enough willpower, you can." Fakong nodded.
Cao Jingchun was half convinced and half doubtful.
If I hadn't seen the heavy rain pouring with my own eyes, I might have laughed it off.
You must know that Dayong has a vast territory. Even a peerless Qinggong master cannot reach it even if he runs from south to north for days and nights.
A Buddhist mantra made it rain all over Dayongdu, which was unbelievable.
But the scene before me was already unbelievable.
Even more incredible things may not be possible for Master Fakong to do.
He came here to determine what was going on with the heavy rain just now. After he had determined what happened, he left quickly.
He returned to the palace and reported to Cao Jingyuan.
Chongwen Hall
"He is indeed a divine monk!" Cao Jingyuan sat on the dragon chair and sighed: "What a pity...but it doesn't matter, he is also our divine monk in Dayong now."
He felt more and more that giving Yongkong Temple to Fakong was indeed a proud achievement, and it would be a great loss to miss such a powerful monk.
Cao Jingchun sat on the round pier under the steps and said with a smile: "Brother Emperor, the most important thing is that he extended the life of the imperial master. This is a great merit."
"Yes..." Cao Jingyuan said with emotion: "The merits are immeasurable, and now we in Dayong can't do without the national master."
Cao Jingchun nodded.
"Alas!" Cao Jingyuan suddenly sighed and looked at the door of the hall.
The door of the main hall was opened, the curtain was rolled up, a gust of wind blew in, and the whole hall was filled with refreshing wind.
Cao Jingyuan shook his head and said: "Ninth brother, the national master is really good and bad, and it is indeed very troublesome. Monk Yuande is still too young and needs time."
Cao Jingchun nodded: "There is nothing we can do about it. No matter how strong the Yuande monk is, there is no way he can do it overnight."
This caused a break.
Although the reputation of Divine Monk Yuande is high, he is still young and lacks the power to intimidate various martial arts sects.
In the final analysis, it still requires the realm of martial arts.
These martial arts sects fear power rather than virtue. Their martial arts are not strong enough, and no matter how prestigious they are, they cannot suppress them.
The reason why the national master can be so majestic in the martial arts world is not that the Buddhist teachings are profound, but that the martial arts are powerful enough.
Of course, for Dayong, where Buddhism is prosperous, Buddhism is also extremely important, and it is impossible without profound Buddhism.
Buddhism makes people respect you, and martial arts makes people fear you. If you have both, you will naturally be in awe.
Cao Jingyuan said: "So Master Fakong has done us a big favor, and the kindness is not small."
Cao Jingchun smiled and said: "I can see that what Master Fakong likes most is not only the monastery, but also the Xijia Baye Sutra."
"Xijia Beiye Sutra..." Cao Jingyuan shook his head: "There are some in the Great Miaolian Temple. They should have been read by the imperial master to Master Fakong as a favor. The palace has also read these two books... Ninth Brother, you Let’s try to see if we can get some more.”
"Yes." Cao Jingchun nodded.
I also have this intention.
It's rare to encounter something that Master Fa Kong likes. I'm not afraid that Master Fa Kong likes something, but I'm afraid that he doesn't like anything at all.
Cao Jingyuan said: "However, the life span of the Imperial Master has been extended, so we must be on guard against the possibility that the Great Miaolian Temple will take the opportunity to grow."
"Brother, don't worry, I will spread the reputation of Master Fakong to counter the influence of the Great Miaolian Temple." Cao Jingchun said.
Cao Jingyuan nodded lightly.
Cao Jingchun said: "But I don't think Master Fakong has the idea of expanding Yongkong Temple. A group of people came a few days ago, but now they have left again...Senior Monk Yuande has been to Yongkong Temple several times. Could it be that Because of this?"
Cao Jingyuan nodded lightly: "Da Miaolian Temple does not want Yongkong Temple to grow."
It doesn't matter that Yongkong Temple has grown, because after all, the monk Fakong is a foreign monk with a shallow foundation, while the Great Myoulian Temple is different, with deep roots and luxuriant leaves, so he has to guard against it.
Da Miaolian Temple does not have any treacherous thoughts, but it is afraid that when the situation becomes too great, it will be difficult for itself to do anything. This emperor is just a decoration.
So it cannot be suppressed.
This is also for the sake of the Great Myolian Temple.
Cao Jingyuan said: "Monk Yuande has been to Yongkong Temple several times. It seems that their relationship is already good."
"Saved the life of the Imperial Master, this kind of kindness is enough to be remembered by Miaolian Temple." Cao Jingchun shook his head and smiled: "But kindness belongs to kindness, and interests belong to interests. After all, Monk Yuande and Master Fakong are competitors, Yishan Two tigers."
"Profits belong to interests, and friendship belongs to friendship." Cao Jingyuan shook his head: "I think Divine Monk Yuande is also a sincere person. No matter how worried he is about Master Fakong's reputation, it will not be too much... I am afraid that the two tigers can coexist. There are no other tigers."
Cao Jingchun looked solemn.
Cao Jingyuan smiled and said: "But this is also a good thing. With Yongkong Temple, Prince Chun's Mansion and Damiaolian Temple will not be so at war with each other, and there will be a buffer."
Cao Jingchun nodded thoughtfully.
It looks like this for the time being, but what will it look like in the future?
"Anyway, we still have to win over Master Fakong," Cao Jingyuan said with a smile: "The national master's lifespan has greatly increased now, so there is no need to be anxious."
"The disaster has indeed been solved." Cao Jingchun nodded.
In fact, they have been worried about the situation after the death of the national master, but there is no good way except weakening the various martial arts sects.
Now that the longevity of the national master has been increased, the trouble will be solved, and I can breathe a sigh of relief. There is no need to rush to weaken the various martial arts sects.
"Anyway, let's look for more of the Sika Beye Sutra."
"Yes, brother Huang."
After Fa Kong sent Cao Jingchun away, he returned to his abbot's courtyard. Breathing the fresh and moist air, he suddenly flashed back to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.
Faning has returned from the Vajra Temple and is weeding in the pagoda garden behind.
As soon as Fakong sat down, Lin Feiyang appeared.
"came back?"
"Hey, I'm back." Lin Feiyang scratched his head in embarrassment and offered the tea cup, but hesitated to leave.
Normally, he would bring the cup of tea and go about his business.
He is also a busy man.
Fakong took a sip of tea and said calmly: "If you have anything to say, just say it. Is it about Miss Zhu?"
"Hehe." Lin Feiyang said sheepishly: "Will Sister Zhu come back soon?"
"I've already said hello to the prince. If you have enough merit, you can come back."
"Thank you, Abbot!" Lin Feiyang was overjoyed.
Fakong asked: "How is the situation over there in Dayun?"
"They are still daydreaming. They want to cooperate with the inside and outside to attack Yuxia Pass. Hey, it's really..." Lin Feiyang looked disdainful.
This place has been prepared for a long time, and the net is waiting for them. They don't know it yet, and they still keep trying to break in. It's really ridiculous.
This is the difference between having an abbot and not having an abbot.
Fakong nodded: "That's good. Don't go to Yuxia Pass these days to avoid suspicion."
"Yes." Lin Feiyang agreed and left briskly.
While Fakong was sipping tea, his eyes gradually became deeper.
He glanced at the small mountain village, quickly retracted his gaze, and then glanced away to avoid being seen by the old man Jiuyuan.
Looking at Yuxia Pass, Xu Qingluo and the others were practicing hard on formations and sword skills, dripping with sweat.
He turned his eyes away again and glanced towards King Kong Courtyard.
In the backyard of King Kong Villa, Hu Houjun was still surrounded by Concubine Meng Qinghe, Zhao Xiu'e and Hui, playing happily and stumbling around.
This is unusually strong for his age.
Meng Qinghe and Zhao Xiu'e teased him, making him play even crazier. Under the nourishment of the rejuvenation spell, he became stronger and stronger.
Concubine Hui on the side looked overjoyed.
She was really fed up with the pain of her child being weak, and seeing Hu Houjun so strong, she thought it was a wonderful thing.
Fakong's eyes continued to scan and landed on King Qi's grave.
Four middle-aged men in gray robes were moving King Qi's coffin out of the grave. Each of the four lifted up a corner of the coffin and rushed out in a wisp of smoke.
Fakong's eyes followed them.
But I saw them skimming through forests and mountains as if they were walking on flat ground, their feet were like wheels of fire, and their speed was amazing.
Not to mention that they were walking through barren mountains and wilderness, even in a busy urban area, one might not be able to clearly see their figures, and even if one could clearly see them, they might not be able to catch up.
Obviously these four people are all excellent in Qinggong. Although they are not as good as Lin Feiyang, Xu Qingluo and others, they are already among the best in the world.
There are only a few who can catch them.
Fakong shook his head.
This is to be expected. How could Dayun allow King Qi's body to fall into Daqian?
After the body is transported back, the investigation of the murderer will continue, and then revenge will arrive like a storm.
Fakong could imagine how furious Hu Lieyuan was.
Prince Qi was not an unfavored prince or a neglected prince as people thought, but one who was valued by Hu Lieyuan.
When Fakong saw this, he put down his tea cup and shook his head.
He can fully understand this anger. As an emperor, he cannot protect his son. This feeling of frustration can make people go crazy and do many irrational things.
His eyes suddenly narrowed slightly and flashed with golden light.
Begin to deduce the next development through the corpse of King Qi.