"In addition," Hui An said: "How do you plan to arrange the original four people in the other courtyard?"
Fakong said: "Everyone is doing his or her own duties. It's just me and Lin Feiyang. Life is as usual."
"Aren't you going to get some of your own people to go there?" Hui'an said with a smile: "Like Faning Fawu, they should be willing to go with you, and they have practiced enough."
Fa Kong shook his head: "Fa Ning still has to take care of the medicinal materials. If Fa Wu's ambition is not here, just keep the original people. Which one is the first grade?"
"Senior Brother Huiling, who is ringing the clock, and the remaining three are all honest and responsible. Even if you are young, you will obey orders."
The emptiness of the Dharma combines with the tithe.
Hui'an stepped forward and patted Fakong on the shoulder and said with a smile: "If you want to step into the first rank, you have to understand your heart and see your nature. And if you want to understand your mind and nature, you can't restrict yourself too much. Otherwise, you will never be able to see the true nature."
of myself.”
Fakong smiled and said, "Abbott, you mean, I don't have to keep the precepts?"
"Yes." Hui'an nodded slowly: "Second-level disciples of the Vajra Temple can make an exception and break the precepts in order to find spiritual light."
Fa Kong was surprised.
He didn't expect this one.
Hui An smiled and said: "Is it an accident?"
"...Yes." Fakong nodded slowly.
When he first learned that a certain patriarch had been in and out of the temple three times, he realized that the Vajra Temple was quite tolerant of second-grade disciples breaking the first-grade.
If it were another temple, there would be no way it would allow such nonsense.
However, Vajra Temple allows it.
He also heard a lot of ridiculous things, such as some disciples of Kongang Temple who lived in a brothel for a year, some disciples of Kongang Temple who showed up as actors and actresses, and even some disciples of Kongang Temple who were beggars.
These records are not available in the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Kongang Temple, but there are many records in the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Daguangming Peak.
There is a sense of sarcasm and joking in the writing of these records. I originally thought that I was using my pen as a knife to deliberately take revenge on the Vajra Temple.
That doesn't seem to be the case now.
"I don't think you agree with Fakong?" Hui An stared at Fakong and said with a smile.
Fa Kong nodded.
He felt that this method was similar to the Demon Sect.
"Haha..." Hui An said with a smile: "Many people have the same idea as you, but after being trapped in the second level for a long time, they feel that they can give it a try, and many people have it right."
Fa Kong groaned.
Hui'an said: "If you are a disciple below the second level and have an unstable mind, such random behavior can indeed damage your cultivation and damage your Buddha's heart. But when you reach the second level, your heart is like a rock, and you can recover quickly even if you occasionally receive a strong shock.
"
"What about those who return to secular life and never come back?"
"They..." Hui An said with a smile: "Maybe they have really thought about their pursuits. People's thoughts will change."
"This is the Buddha's heart being broken."
"It should be said that they were not Buddhists in the first place. They just entered Buddhism by mistake. After all, they are passers-by in Buddhism."
"...Abbott, I understand." Fakong said slowly: "I will give it a try."
"Target yourself in one place. If you search carefully everywhere and still can't find it, you might as well break out of your own shackles. You might gain something."
"yes."
"That's all, I have said so much and everything that needs to be explained has been explained, so you can go ahead with confidence."
"Disciple, please retire." Fa Konghe Shi.
Hui'an took out a jade tablet from his arms and threw it to Fa Kong: "The jade certificate of identity of the abbot of the other courtyard."
Fakong took it over.
The tentacles are warm, and there seems to be a layer of emerald green circulating inside the delicate jasper, making the jasper even greener.
This piece of jasper is extraordinarily emerald green, far more than ordinary, and very eye-catching.
——
In the early morning, Fakong put on his cassock and appeared outside the city of Shenjing with Lin Feiyang, slowly walking inside the city gate as everyone lined up.
The guard is checking them one by one and letting them go one by one.
People queuing up to enter the city formed a long queue, queuing from the city gate along the straight and wide avenue for two hundred meters.
Some people were carrying large and small bags, some were driving bullock carts and horse-drawn carriages, some were holding children in their arms, their clothes were being grabbed by two children, and some were supporting the elderly.
The last time Fakong came to Shenjing, he was accompanied by Chu Yu, and the group entered the city directly without queuing up.
Now that Chu Yu doesn't have the Xinwangfu waist card, he will naturally have to queue up.
Lin Feiyang muttered: "Why go to all this trouble? Just climb over the wall and get in."
No one complained about such a long queue. Only Lin Feiyang complained. He was really not used to lining up to enter the city.
It always flashed over the wall, and the city guards patrolling the city couldn't even notice it.
Fakong had to queue up to enter the city, which made him very dissatisfied.
We have been queuing for a quarter of an hour and are still twenty meters away from entering the city.
Lin Feiyang guessed that it would take another quarter of an hour.
This is simply a waste of time. With this skill, you can make a plate of exquisite dim sum and a plate of solid dishes.
From time to time, he poked his head in front of him to see how many people were there and how long it would take.
Fakong was too lazy to listen to his mutterings and thought he kept poking his head behind him, so he asked him to come in front of him.
Lin Feiyang was not polite and stood in front of Fa Kong.
Fakong stood in the crowd, his cassock shimmering with golden light, which attracted people's attention. If he hadn't noticed that he was young, he would have walked up to him to have a chat and ask for advice.
Dharma holds the wordless Buddhist scripture in his empty hand, thinking deeply.
He just saw three words in the wordless Buddhist scriptures.
These three words were so mysterious and complicated that he didn't even recognize them.
Fa Kong is very strange.
Thanks to the memory of those people, I can now be considered as having a thorough understanding of ancient and modern times, the Dharma is profound, and I can almost understand all the ancient texts of the past.
But I don't even know the word, and I have no impression at all.
Obviously, I have never seen this text in my many memories.
"This master..." The woman holding the child suddenly spoke and said sheepishly: "Which temple does the master belong to?"
She is about 20 years old, has a sweet and delicate appearance, wears a dark green blouse and a white pleated skirt, pure and elegant.
She was accompanied by two muscular male servants with bulging temples. They were both servants and guards. It was obvious that the woman's family was well off.
But her beautiful face looked anxious and worried, haggard and haggard like a withering flower, and she looked down at the child in her arms from time to time.
There are two children at the feet wearing brocade shirts, about six or seven years old, carved in pink and jade, with silver bracelets on their wrists and silver collars under their necks, exuding an aura of wealth.
"The Dharma of the Poor Monk Vajra Temple is empty."
Fakong Qingheshi looked at the child in the young woman's arms.
A three-year-old girl with an oval face and big eyes, full of spiritual wisdom, but her face was pale and yellow, and her large spiritual eyes were dull and lifeless. She was lying lazily on the young woman's shoulder.
Her dim eyes were staring at Fakong curiously, and suddenly she reached out to touch Fakong.
She actually wore a thin glove on her little hand, made of white satin and wrapped tightly.
Fakong smiled at her.
This woman must have been awake all night, she was tired, worried, and exhausted both physically and mentally.
"Master Fakong, I have a favor to ask you."
"Donoress, please tell me."
"My child is sick. I went out to the city yesterday to find a famous doctor. I traveled all night and wanted to go to the city to rest early. I wonder if I can get in front of the doctor?"
"Please." Fakong nodded: "Lin Feiyang."
"Oh, come here." Lin Feiyang pointed in front of him.
The young woman showed a sweet smile, nodded gratefully, and walked forward with one child in her arms and two children in her arms.
The two guards stood behind and did not follow.
Fakong took a look and nodded secretly.
It seems that he is a man of etiquette and has a very strict family education, which is rare.
The little girl kept staring at Fakong through Lin Feiyang, and stretched out her gloved hand to touch Fakong.
Fakong smiled and nodded, then lowered his head to read the wordless Buddhist scriptures.
The words on it are vaguely visible, but they are not there at first glance. Only when you look at them carefully can you vaguely see them, as if they are floating and rotating.
The more I watch attentively, the more complicated I feel these three characters, as if they have become countless small characters entangled together.
He looked at it for a while and then relaxed.
No matter how much I look at it, I still don't recognize it.
It is better to enter the Shenjing City, look for the learned people, and make acquaintances with them to inquire.
As the abbot of the King Kong Courtyard, his status is still sufficient even though the King Kong Courthouse has a dim reputation.
Those well-educated people still like to associate with monks.
"Yaya!" the delicate young woman suddenly cried out.
The little girl in her arms was struggling, her hands kept reaching out to Fa Kong, trying to touch Fa Kong.
There is Lin Feiyang in the middle.
Lin Feiyang made a face for her, but the little girl ignored him at all and insisted on meeting Fa Kong.
The delicate young woman was shaken by her pull, unable to stand still, and became a little angry.
Yaya is weak and cannot use such great strength. This will easily cause her to sweat and aggravate her condition.
Lin Feiyang ducked behind Fakong.
Fakong was putting away the Buddhist scriptures and looked up at the little girl Yaya.
Seeing that Lin Feiyang was not in front of her, Yaya immediately smiled and reached out to touch Fakong.
Lin Feiyang raised his head and said with a smile: "The little girl just thinks your cassock is fun, why not give it to her to play with."
The delicate young woman smiled apologetically at Fakong.
Fakong said in a warm voice: "It seems that the young benefactor has a predestined relationship with the poor monk. If there is a predestined relationship, he will cross over to Amitabha."
He extended his right palm.
The little girl Yaya suddenly smiled happily, suddenly threw off her white satin gloves, and put her little hand on Fakong's big hand.
Because Fakong practiced Taiyin Minor Refining, his palms were slender and white, like a piece of mutton-fat white jade.
The little girl Yaya's little hands are covered with wrinkles, the skin is wrinkled, withered and thin, like the palms of an old lady.
The people watching were immediately startled.
There was a lot of discussion immediately.
"What's wrong with this kid?"
"Did you have some strange disease?"
"Very scary."
"Sigh... I'm going to grow old before my time. I'm afraid my life won't..."
"Hush! Be careful of trouble coming from your mouth!"
The young woman showed an awkward smile and smiled sheepishly at Fukong, fearing that Fukong would dislike Yaya's weird hands.
Fakong looked at Yaya with a smile: "What is the name of the little donor...?"
"Oh, Qingluo, Xu Qingluo." The young woman said hurriedly.
She motioned to a child at her feet to quickly pick up the gloves.
"The young benefactor has a fate with the poor monk, so let's form a good relationship." Fakong smiled, made a mudra with his palms, and cast the rejuvenation spell.
He can now cast the rejuvenation spell extremely quickly.
People only felt that a shadow appeared in his palms. In the blink of an eye, the shadow disappeared. His right palm was holding Yaya's palm again, as if it was an illusion just now.
People suddenly widened their eyes.
Yaya's originally skinny and wrinkled little hands suddenly changed their appearance and became like a white lotus root.
"ah!"
"what happened?"
"The trick doesn't work?"
People immediately exclaimed.
Yaya immediately clapped her little hands and showed a sweet smile, but no sound came out.
Lin Feiyang was immediately disappointed, knowing that this little girl was deaf-mute.