Fakong said: "For now, we can only suppress it, but there is no way to solve it once and for all."
With the improvement of his indestructible power, he should be able to completely suppress her and not be afraid of her demons entering his body.
Even as his level of cultivation improves, he can kill with one strike.
This takes time.
But things in the world are often unsatisfactory. If you are making progress, a genius like Yang Shuangting should also be making progress.
Fortunately, as long as she is not pushed into a desperate situation, she is not enough to threaten him.
After all, once she reverses the Taishang Jingming Sutra and all demons enter her body, she herself will undoubtedly die, both body and soul will be destroyed.
We can only suppress her in this way, and not letting her cause more damage is considered a victory, and we can't expect more.
Xu Zhijian smiled and said: "As long as you can suppress it, no one can beat you in terms of speed of improvement. Maybe after a while, you will master a Buddhist mantra and you will be able to completely subdue him."
Fakong said: "Then let me borrow Brother Xu's good words."
"By the way, you held the Yang Yang Returning Ceremony in Tianjing, but what about Shenjing? Will it also be held?"
"I would have liked to hold it, but unfortunately..." He shook his head.
Xu Zhijian’s eyebrows moved: “Can’t the ceremony be held in Shenjing?”
"The emperor will have concerns," Fakong said.
Xu Zhijian was puzzled: "What's there to be worried about?"
Fakong smiled: "My actions like this are too great for improving my reputation. In the future, you will only know about me and not the emperor."
"Ha!" Xu Zhijian suddenly laughed.
He shook his head and said: "This is too...can you still rebel? You can't shake the power of the Chu family!"
Fakong said: "The emperor is not worried that I will rebel, but my influence is too strong, and if my words are more effective than his... there is no day in the sky."
"What's this?" Xu Zhijian asked.
Fakong shook his head: "I can actually understand the emperor."
Xu Zhijian's eyes widened.
Fakong smiled and said: "Although my influence is strong now, I still can't compare with the emperor after all. But I have a long lifespan. If the emperor is not on the throne in the future and a new king takes the throne..."
"The emperor is the emperor after all." Xu Zhijian disagreed with his idea: "No matter how great your influence is, Fakong, you can't possibly impact the majesty of the emperor."
Fa Kong smiled.
Xu Zhijian frowned: "Unless... the new emperor is not wise enough... or the emperor will become old and confused..."
He nodded: "Fakong, you are indeed a problem, especially since you are from Daxue Mountain. What you say will indeed affect the court and the martial arts world."
If Fakong's prestige reaches the point where everyone in the world admires him, and he sees that the new emperor has acted inappropriately, and if he says that the new emperor is not a wise ruler and that he should be replaced by another emperor, the people of the world will surely be restless.
Once there is restlessness, there may be war and chaos.
Especially since there were martial arts sects mixed in, it was even more difficult for the court to deal with.
Even the officials of the imperial court admired Fakong...
It is indeed unimaginable.
What's more serious is that if Fakong's prestige increases too quickly, it may influence the choice of the new emperor.
If he says that a certain prince is inappropriate, he has great supernatural powers and clairvoyance, and the officials will naturally be suspicious.
Thinking of this, Xu Zhijian looked at Fakong and shook his head: "There is really no way to solve this, unless you directly retreat, otherwise...even if you retreat, it will be useless. The emperor will not be at ease every day you are here."
Fakong smiled and said: "Unless I die."
"Fake your own death?" Xu Zhijian said, "That's one way. You can make a promise to the emperor to fake your own death in ten or twenty years."
Fakong said: "The emperor may not believe it, nor will he feel at ease."
Xu Zhijian put down his wine glass, stood up and walked around.
After walking around for a few times, he looked helpless and said with a wry smile: "I really have nothing to say, there is nothing I can do."
"So I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about the Yang Yang Ceremony," Fakong said.
Xu Zhijian said: "When the news reaches Shenjing, people will find out that you held the Yang Yang Ceremony in Tianjing but not in Shenjing. I'm afraid they will blame you."
He then slapped his hand: "I'm afraid this is what the emperor wants to do, right? Let everyone complain and dissatisfy you and weaken your majesty."
Fakong nodded slightly.
"Then what should we do?" Xu Zhijian frowned and said dissatisfied: "The emperor's move is too damaging, not to mention, the loss to the people is also too great."
There is obviously a chance to live again, but you can't come back because you are afraid that the power of Dharma and Kong will increase. How is this any different from taking someone's life?
The emperor does not take the people at ease and takes Fakong's threat even more seriously.
This behavior made him very disgusted and dissatisfied.
He sneered: "Fakong, you won't just restrain your hands, will you?"
According to my understanding of Fa Kong, Fa Kong is by no means a boring character and will never give up.
Fakong nodded slowly: "I'm going to kill him first and show him later."
"Behead first and then show off... hold the Yang Yang Ceremony first in Shenjing?" Xu Zhijian frowned and said, "I'm afraid the emperor will stop it?"
"If the emperor really wants to stop it, it will definitely be spread." Fakong said: "You can't come to me in private, right?"
"I should find you privately."
"Then I'll avoid it."
"...This is also a way." Xu Zhijian thought about it and felt that this was a good idea.
"I'm going to hold the Yang Yang Returning Ceremony tomorrow." Fakong said, "I won't let the Emperor have a chance to react."
"Maybe the emperor won't object." Xu Zhijian said with a smile: "I feel compassion and let the people ask you for help."
Fakong laughed.
Xu Zhijian sat back, picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, sighing deeply.
He knew that Fakong would not talk nonsense. Since he said it, he saw what would happen in the future with his clairvoyance.
This made him feel helpless.
No matter how strong you are, no matter how strong the Holy Sect of Light is, they can't influence the emperor's decision or change his thoughts and actions.
The two drank for a while, then got up and fought for hundreds of rounds. After sweating all over, they went home.
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At noon the next day, ten coffins were placed in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple.
At noon, the sun was in the middle of the sky.
There are few queues of pilgrims in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple, but there are still queues.
Many of them have already queued up for half a morning, so it won’t be too late to eat after offering incense.
When they saw the ten coffins, they all talked curiously, and some of them came forward to inquire about them.
Then come back and talk to other pilgrims.
These ten coffins were all small coffins, and it was obvious that they were underage. The pilgrims showed sympathy and compassion.
The death of such an old child is really heartbreaking and is tantamount to the cruelest punishment for parents.
While they sympathized, what made them even more curious was that according to their families, these children were expected to be brought back to life.
It is said that the Buddhist monk Fa Kong has newly practiced a Buddhist mantra, the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra, which can bring back to life no more than one person who has died within seven days.
If someone else had said that, saying that it could bring people back to life, the pilgrims would have dismissed it as a liar.
But if it were Fakong, they would not dare to say that.
Among the ten pilgrims, eight believed it directly, while the remaining two were dubious. For the sake of caution, we cannot say it is true without seeing Fa Kong perform the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra with our own eyes. Maybe it was spread by others.
.
It's not that they don't believe Fakong, but they don't believe what he said, and they suspect that someone is deliberately spreading rumors.
If someone intentionally mischiefs, saying that the monk Fa Kong has mastered the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra, he can bring the dead back to life, but the monk Fa Kong has not mastered it and cannot bring the dead back to life.
Then the parents of these children will definitely be disappointed, and maybe they will vent their anger on the monk Fakong, thus making those behind the scenes who spread the rumors proud.
Everything happens in this world, and sometimes even what you see with your own eyes may not be true, let alone what you hear.
"Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra..."
"Is there such a Buddhist mantra in the world? I have never heard of it."
"I haven't heard of any eminent monk using it in all the ages, right?"
"Old Jiang, you are well versed in historical anecdotes, especially Buddhist historical anecdotes. Is there such a thing?"
"...No." An old man with white hair and white beard stroked his beard, shook his head and sighed: "In the past dynasties, there has never been a divine monk like Fakong. There are people who pray for rain, but there are no prayers. But Fakong can
What humans can’t do, it can be said to be the greatest divine monk in history!…So if the divine monk can bring the dead back to life, it may not be impossible for him to do so.”
"That's right."
"I still need to seek confirmation from the holy monk to prevent people with ulterior motives from messing around."
"Hey, Lao Meng, you are just cautious and cautious in everything you do, as if everyone is a bad person."
"Lao Meng has a good temperament, so he won't suffer."
"How can a person live in this world without suffering losses? How can there be so many losses? Living like this is too tiring!"
"I don't feel tired, it's quite comfortable." Old Meng said proudly, "At least I won't be fooled around."
"Okay, Lao Meng, what do you mean?"
"Okay, okay, Lao Ye, everyone knows that I'm talking about you, let alone Lao Meng."
"Ha ha……"
Everyone laughed unkindly.
"Hey, the holy monk is here!"
The gate of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple leads out of Dharmakong.
The purple gold cassock was fluttering, and Fa Kong walked calmly and calmly, followed by six people from Hai Ming and four people from Xu Qingluo.
Under the gaze of everyone, Fakong slowly walked to the ten small coffins, titheed to the men and women beside the coffins, then closed his eyes and remained still.
Xu Qingluo and the others looked around and found that more and more people were surrounding them.
After these people gathered around, they all saluted in unison, but did not speak to disturb Fakong. They just looked at him respectfully.
Fakong formed a seal with his hands and murmured Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.
The sound of the chanting was soft and thin, but it was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone around him.
People only felt that the sound of chanting sutras came from the horizon at first, as misty as in the clouds, coming slowly.
After a while, they felt that the sound of chanting sutras was coming from the soles of their feet, reaching their bodies through their soles and then reaching their ears, ringing in their hearts.
This feeling was strange, but very real, and then he saw Fa Kong emitting soft white light, gradually covering himself, and then covering ten coffins.
Including the men and women next to the coffin, they were also shrouded in white light. They felt that the light shone in their hearts, driving away the haze in their hearts.
Their mood became excited and expectant, feeling that their child was saved and would definitely be saved!
They had longing expressions on their faces.
The white light became more and more intense, and it was as rich as a white cocoon, wrapping them in it. After the tea time passed, the white light quickly faded, and they all converged into the coffin.
Fa Kong stopped chanting, opened his eyes, and waved his long sleeves.
All ten coffin lids floated and fell to the side lightly.
Then children climbed up one after another in the coffin.
They all had rosy faces and confused eyes, as if they had just woken up.