Under the bright sunshine in the early morning, the green tiles and red walls of Yongkong Temple are surrounded by the faint sound of chanting sutras and the sound of wooden fish, making it solemn and sacred.
Outside Yongkong Temple, there were overcrowded people.
Outside Yongkong Temple is a main road, Fengming Avenue.
Fengming Avenue is paved with white stones, clean and wide, similar to the ten lanes in his previous life.
There are shops on both sides of Fengming Avenue, and occasionally there are a few empty areas where small stalls can be set up.
Each shop is responsible for cleaning the front of its own door. The shop assistants wash it with clean water and make it clean every day.
There is a flat area about the size of a football field outside Yongkong Temple, which is empty and open to facilitate the queues of pilgrims.
At this time, this open flat land was already overcrowded. People were crowded, and coffins were crowded with coffins. They even lined up to a hundred meters away from Fengming Avenue, crowding out pedestrians and affecting the business of shops on both sides.
The owners of these shops are all locals, and they are very kind to the customers who come to visit them, and they are very arrogant to their peers or those who influence their business.
But at this time, they were very reasonable, didn't complain, and didn't speak honestly.
They knew that these coffin bearers were not to be offended. They were all in a state of intense emotion, and the slightest stimulation would lead to a conflict.
And if you start a riot at this time, you are asking for trouble. Don't you see that the city guards are watching eagerly from the side?
In Tianjing City, there are many people who doubt the authenticity of Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra.
But there are more people who believe that the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra can bring the dead back to life, and more people want to give it a try, and will never give up as long as there is a glimmer of hope.
With a quick glance, Fa Kong could tell that there were two hundred and twenty-three coffins in total.
There were at least eight or nine people beside each coffin, which shows how many people were crowded outside Yongkong Temple.
Outside the temple, in addition to the coffins and their family members and friends, there were also groups of city guards and a group of monks.
Monk Yuande is waiting at the gate of the temple.
As soon as he sensed the appearance of Fa Kong, he took a step forward.
The temple door is open.
Monk Yuande entered the temple, came to the main hall, and titheed to Fa Kong, who was bowing and offering incense.
Fakong turned around and smiled.
Monk Yuande Heshi said: "Already there are almost all the people coming outside. With so many people, can the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra be able to save them?"
Fakong smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."
The Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra is actually a group mantra, not a single mantra. Once cast, a large area can be saved, and everyone within the area can be saved.
Monk Yuande said: "Will you continue to cast this spell in the future?"
After performing it this time, people will definitely ask him to continue performing it, otherwise there will be resentment. This is human nature.
Fakong said: "I am going to use it once every seven days."
Monk Yuande was surprised.
Fakong sighed: "The sea of suffering is boundless, save as many people as you can, and use your meager efforts."
Monk Yuande nodded solemnly.
Fakong smiled and said: "Thank you very much for your help at Damiaolian Temple."
"It's just a small effort, insignificant." Monk Yuande shook his head.
Compared with his resurrection, the monks at Damiaolian Temple only did a superficial job to prevent chaos around him and prevent people with ulterior motives from taking the opportunity to cause trouble.
Fakong smiled and shook his head, looking up at the sun.
Monk Yuande said solemnly: "Do you want to start?"
"Everyone who can come should have come, so don't waste time." Fakong smiled and said, "Let's start now."
"Please——!" Monk Yuande said.
The Dharma disappeared in a flash and appeared above the people the next moment, standing in the sky and shouting the Buddha's name.
The bright sunshine shone on his purple and gold cassock, the golden light flashed, and his head flashed, as if a god had arrived.
The noisy scene suddenly became quiet.
Fa Kong stood in the void. His feet were obviously empty, but people felt that he was stepping on an invisible altar.
Fa Kong stood on the empty altar, put his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name. He first announced the news that a Yang Yang Ceremony would be held on the seventh day.
Within a period of one period, or within seven days, anyone can rise from the dead and come back to life, but if it exceeds a period of one period or exceeds seven days, no one can survive.
I just practiced the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra two days ago. I cannot guarantee 100% success. I can only do my best.
Then he began to recite the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra.
——
After a quarter of an hour, the white light subsided, and most of the people in the coffin stood up.
Fifteen did not survive.
However, this group of people are over a decade old, or have been dead for more than seven days. They do not believe in evil and come here to give it a try.
In the end, he couldn't be saved.
Their family and friends shook their heads in disappointment and looked at the people crawling out of the coffins around them. Some were young people, some were children. Their parents and relatives held them in their arms and cried bitterly. The only thing they felt was the grief of death and the joy of regaining something.
Crying is the only way to express and vent.
Among the fifteen dead people, ten were over a century old and wanted to try their luck. There were five young people who had died more than seven days ago and wanted to give it a try.
In the end, he could not be saved.
Looking at the people around them who have come back to life one by one, their relatives and friends feel more and more painful, and their hearts are extremely unbalanced.
Some people accept their fate and feel that this is their fate.
Some people resented Fakong and felt that he should have held the Yang Yang Ceremony earlier, so that even three days earlier, he could have saved his children.
They also cried bitterly, resenting the unfair fate and the slow movement of Dharma Kong. Why did they not practice the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra earlier, which delayed their life-saving time?
Cries of pain and laughter made the outside of Yongkong Temple become boiling.
The city guards were patrolling in groups, with their eyes wide open to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to cause trouble.
They witnessed the miracle with their own eyes, and the shock in their hearts was no weaker than that of the family members of the deceased.
Monk Yuande did not leave the temple, but when he stood on the steps of the Main Hall, he saw Fa Kong standing in the void and casting the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra.
Every time he saw it, he was filled with emotion.
His previous concept was that Buddhist mantras were internal, and he never thought that they could really be manifested externally. Fa Kong broke his concept.
But every time I see it, I still marvel at the immeasurable power of Buddhism.
Seeing Fa Kong coming back, Monk Yuande stepped forward and titheed: "Master's merits are immeasurable."
Fakong's face was pale, but there was joy in his eyebrows.
From Monk Yuande's point of view, it is the joy after saving people. It is obvious that Master Fakong is a compassionate person at heart.
It's just that I don't show it at ordinary times, which seems inhumane.
"Master, once every seven days, can you tolerate it?"
"Can."
Monk Yuande said: "It is important to save people, but if it harms oneself and makes it impossible to cast the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra, then the gain outweighs the gain."
Fakong smiled and said: "Once every seven days is no problem."
"But what about Da Gan? And Da Yun..." Monk Yuande asked the same question as Ning Zhenzhen.
It is certain that all three families must perform the Ksitigarbha Dakini Curse, not to mention Daqian, but also Dayun.
There were disputes between the imperial court and the imperial court, but they had nothing to do with the people.
Fakong smiled and nodded, indicating that there was no problem.
Today's harvest is huge. It is beyond my imagination. Not only my merits and faith have made Xiaoxi Tian's paradise skyrocket by a hundred meters, but my cultivation has also become even more refined.
Monk Yuande talked for a while, then said goodbye and left.
When monk Yuande came out, he was surprised.
The crowd outside had not dispersed yet. People were grateful to Fakong beyond words, and they knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
When they saw that it was monk Yuande, they all bowed in unison.
Monk Yuande returned the favor and walked away quickly so as not to be an eyesore. Now the people present only saw Dharma and Kong Kong.
When Monk Yuande walked a hundred meters, he turned into the alley.
In the alley, two middle-aged men were slowly approaching.
Monk Yuande turned his head and looked behind him, and saw two middle-aged men slowly approaching.
There were two middle-aged men at both ends of the alley. They approached Monk Yuande leisurely. From the looks of it, they looked like people who didn't know martial arts.
Monk Yuande frowned, strode toward the opposite side, and took the initiative to meet the two middle-aged men.
The two middle-aged men behind him were busy speeding up to keep up with Monk Yuande.
Monk Yuande punched out, and the punch accelerated forward like a meteor. He kept accelerating, getting faster and faster.
There was a faint roar of wind and thunder from the punch.
The two middle-aged men at the head held out their palms respectively, and there was a faint white light in their palms, a bright and flawless white light.
It is just like the appearance when Fakong casts the Great Light Spell at the beginning, and also like the light of the Great Light Fist of the Holy Sect of Light.
"Boom!" With a muffled sound, both palms collided with Monk Yuande's fist, and each flew backwards.
Monk Yuande flew three feet in the air and landed on the ground. Two middle-aged men behind him had already caught up with him and slapped him on the back.
The two middle-aged men in front spurted a blood arrow in the air, slid ten steps, staggered to the ground, and hit the wall heavily.
"Bang!" The wall shook.
"Bang bang" two black tiles fell from the wall.
Monk Yuande twisted his waist and turned, punched out, and a golden lotus appeared faintly in his fist, slowly blooming.
"Bang!" The two middle-aged men flew out of the alley and landed on Fengming Avenue, almost being stepped on.
People avoided him one after another, causing local chaos on Fengming Avenue.
Monk Yuande also flew into the air, passing more than ten meters away. He used his strength to swoop down towards the two middle-aged men who had just stood firm. The golden light attached to his fists became more concentrated and turned into a golden lotus.
The two middle-aged men gritted their teeth, their palms shone brightly again, their eyes burned, and they met Monk Yuande's fist.
"Bang!" Amidst the muffled sound, two middle-aged men slid on the ground for more than ten meters and plowed the green bricks into four half-foot-deep furrows.
Monk Yuande gained the upper hand and showed no mercy. He chased after him and punched him again.
Before the two middle-aged men could stand firm, with blood pouring from the corners of their mouths, they hurriedly used their palms to block the attack, otherwise they would have been killed with a strong punch.
The momentum of Monk Yuande's punch was even more amazing than before.
Just as the two of them were gritting their teeth and holding on to use their palms, Monk Yuande suddenly flashed past them and headed towards the alley, and even took the initiative to withdraw.
They were startled, turned their heads and looked over in surprise, but did not pursue him.
They were assassinating, but they were almost killed in reverse. The sect seriously underestimated Monk Yuande's cultivation.
If you catch up, the result will be death.
Two other middle-aged people who ran from Fengming Avenue rushed over. The four of them looked at each other with helpless expressions on their faces.
The information was so outrageous that it almost cost the lives of four of them. It was simply harmful.
However, Monk Yuande clearly had the opportunity to kill four of his people, so why did he let it go? Monk Yuande has nothing to do with being kind-hearted and soft-handed.
There must be a reason!
As expected, he went crazy and his cultivation level was greatly damaged. He must have used a secret technique to stimulate his potential just now, and he was almost unable to hold on!
They shook their heads.
I should have caught up just now.
Monk Yuande looked at the figure standing at the end of the alley with a solemn expression.
This person was as hazy as if he were standing in the mist and couldn't see his face clearly. Monk Yuande couldn't see clearly even if he concentrated his eyes.
What's more important is that even though I'm standing there, I can't feel it at all.