I originally thought that fulfilling the wishes of more than 20,000 people would bring huge merit. Even if there are only 10,000 believers, after all, compared to the wishes of more than 50 people, it is more than 200 times.
More than two hundred times the size of two fingers, it should be at least spread all over the body, right?
But the reality is that the power of merit surges out, and the golden light only flows in his palms, making the white jade palms seem to be coated with a layer of golden light.
The golden light circulated for a moment and then shone fiercely, then it was collected into both palms. The palms returned to a jade-like whiteness, just like before.
He looked at his palms in disappointment.
Although he now has two palms that can break the sky and is unstoppable in the world, he still can't hide the disappointment in his heart.
That's it?
He had fulfilled the wishes of more than 10,000 believers by casting the cloud-making and rain-making spell, but the power of merit only reshaped his palms, and even his arms remained unchanged.
Isn’t the fourth level of this indestructible power too difficult?
More importantly, this ratio is seriously inconsistent.
According to the ratio of fifty people to more than ten thousand people, it is impossible to just reshape both palms. What is going on?
It's really awkward if I don't understand this clearly.
In his mind, he kept comparing the difference between Cheng Jia and others in Mingyue Xiulou and the more than 20,000 disaster victims.
Is it because of different levels of belief?
Or is it because of different wishes?
The victims' faith in themselves is far from being comparable to that of Cheng Jia and others. Although there is only a slight difference in the power of faith, the actual gap is huge.
What's more, Cheng Jia and the others fulfilled their wishes very thoroughly, but the wishes of the victims were not actually complete.
Their most fundamental wish is for rain, but it does not rain in Shenjing, but in their hometown, and the rain will hit their fields.
So I didn’t fully satisfy their wishes, so I didn’t have enough merit?
Is it one of the reasons, or both?
He shook his head and had no choice but to look at the halo of light behind Medicine Buddha's head to comfort himself.
The power of faith of more than 40,000 people was the harvest just now.
However, the original power of faith was almost consumed when the spell of moving clouds and rain was cast, leaving only ten points for self-defense.
Most of the power of faith of more than 40,000 people was provided by the victims.
The people of Shenjing City provide very little.
They are all well-informed. Although such scenes shocked them, they could not directly generate the power of faith.
To put it bluntly, after casting this spell of clouds and rain, in addition to fame, what I gained was only the palms of merit and the power of more than 40,000 people of faith.
Of course, the seeds of faith have also been planted in the hearts of the people of Shenjing City, and they need to be watered slowly to make them grow and make it easier for them to become their own believers.
Lin Feiyang appeared in a flash and said excitedly: "It's fun, it's really fun!"
He looked up at the dark cloudy sky, released his body-protecting energy, let the raindrops hit him, and said with a smile: "Monk, this time you have become famous in the capital, and in the world, so the pilgrims in our outer courtyard don't have to worry!"
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Fakong said: "It's just a moment of excitement."
He understands people's hearts and the world very well, and knows that people care most about themselves and that their concern for others is only fleeting.
Now I am just like the Internet celebrity in my previous life. Even if I have a fever, it will cool down very quickly as soon as I get a little bit of heat.
People are the most forgetful.
Soon they will forget the shocking scene before them, immerse themselves in their own worlds and live their own lives, and gradually lose awe of themselves as a master.
"How is it possible!" Lin Feiyang said excitedly: "They will never forget it."
He felt that he could not forget this scene. It was so shocking. People could move clouds and rain like gods. How could he forget it?
Fakong smiled.
It is difficult for human emotions to remain unchanged. Buddhism says that dreams are fleeting and impermanent. This is not only true of human life, but also of human emotions.
This feeling of shock is very strong now, and it will still be strong tomorrow. It will weaken a little the day after tomorrow, and even weaker after ten days. A month later, I am afraid that I will not be able to recall this feeling of shock.
"Monk, there will be more pilgrims tomorrow, do you want to give them a rejuvenation spell or something like that?" Lin Feiyang said: "Strike while the iron is hot, let them be completely convinced, and they will never go to other places to offer incense again."
Fa Kong groaned.
Should we strike while the iron is hot? Water the seeds planted in their hearts?
He finally shook his head.
This kind of striking while the iron is hot only produces temporary enthusiasm, and it is easy to cool down, and it is not stable and solid enough.
So don't rush now, just be steady.
"How is it?" Lin Feiyang asked eagerly.
Fakong shook his head.
"Alas——!" Lin Feiyang sighed.
It's a pity that we didn't seize such a good opportunity and let it slip away in vain. I really don't understand what Fakong was thinking!
He opened his mouth, closed it again, and hummed: "Okay,...but your fame now is not what it used to be!"
He was depressed one second, and became excited the next: "Who in Shenjing City doesn't know the name of Master Fakong?"
Fakong waved his hands calmly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
It feels so good to be watched and admired by everyone.
Lin Feiyang turned to look in the direction of the door, frowned and said, "Why haven't you come back yet? Is it time to come back? I'll go take a look!"
After saying this, he disappeared in a flash.
Fakong had already opened his mind and looked in the direction of the east city gate.
The mind's eye has reached three kilometers without knowing it, and the Void Fetal Breath Sutra has been making progress without knowing it.
The scope can cover the direction of the east city gate, and can also cover part of the disaster victims' camp.
He has never paid attention to the scope of his mind's eye, but it is indeed increasing, a little bit every day.
Before I knew it, I had accumulated three kilometers.
Standing here, although you can't see the other end of Zhuque Avenue, you can already see Guanyun Tower and Wangjiang Tower.
He saw the crowds surging over at the east city gate. Faning and the others were squeezed into the crowd, walking with difficulty.
He smiled.
This is the price of watching the fun.
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green foreign affairs department
Xicheng
The light rain has been falling, wetting the green bricks on the ground, making the color of the green bricks darker and clearer.
The thin bamboos under the corner of the wall have been washed clean and are full of green. As they sway gently, they exude vitality.
The small courtyard looks even more peaceful in the rain.
Ning Zhenzhen was looking through the files in the hall.
Dressed in white clothes like snow, her beautiful face is cold and cold, with only her dark eyebrows slightly furrowed.
What she was looking at was the case of the wealthy businessman in Tianhe Alley.
It has been found that behind the wealthy businessman is Gu Chengqian, a chief official of the Ministry of Civil Affairs.
The sixth rank may not sound high, but the Ministry of Civil Affairs is the real power department and has great power.
Moreover, officials are connected to each other by bones and tendons. A small chief executive may have ministers or even ministers standing behind him. This should not be underestimated.
There is no way for foreign officials in green to arrest people directly. Even if they have a confession, they will still be considered to have been beaten into a crime, and they will have to be included in a book.
She has been searching for information about this wealthy businessman, his business changes and whereabouts over the years.
She believes that everything she has done will leave traces, and there will be traces on the rocks when water passes over them. It cannot be perfect.
"Sicheng!"
Zhao Zhihua jumped into the small courtyard and shouted loudly in the courtyard, instantly breaking the tranquility of the small courtyard.
Zhao Zhihua shook off the water droplets on his body in the yard, and then he was dry again. After entering the hall, he clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Sicheng, I finally caught that guy's leg!"
Ning Zhenzhen put down the file and said calmly: "What kind of trick?"
"One of his guards." Zhao Zhihua said excitedly: "One of his guards was made drunk by our people. After drinking too much, he said that on the thirteenth of every month, that guy would go to Xiyuan Temple to offer incense."
"What's wrong with this?"
"And every time I go to Xiyuan Temple, I stay for half an hour to talk to a monk named Shanyun from Xiyuan Temple."
"Xiyuan Temple..." Ning Zhenzhen frowned lightly.
As a disciple of the Daxueshan Sect, she is of course very sensitive to temples.
Xiyuan Temple is not a temple of the Daisetsuzan Sect.
There are many temples in Shenjing, at least twenty, of which the Daxueshan Sect only accounts for nine.
There are more than a dozen temples, each with its own believers and eminent monks.
These eminent monks also have second- and third-level masters, but they are rare among them. After all, they are not as deep-rooted as the Snow Mountain Sect.
Xiyuan Temple is just one of them, it is inconspicuous and has little reputation.
Zhao Zhihua said earnestly: "Sicheng, do you want to arrest this monk Shanyun and give him a good trial?"
The wealthy businessman Jing Xiaoliang has a backing, but the monk Shanyun of Xiyuan Temple has no backing. He should be arrested and interrogated. If he can't be found out, it will be an important breakthrough.
"That's inappropriate." Ning Zhenzhen shook his head slowly.
"Sicheng?" Zhao Zhihua was puzzled: "Does Monk Shanyun also have a backstage?"
Ning Zhenzhen said slowly: "Let me go to Xiyuan Temple first to meet this monk Shanyun."
"Yes." Zhao Zhihua responded.
"Sicheng." A lazy voice sounded in the small courtyard.
As soon as Ning Zhenzhen heard this voice, she felt uncomfortable all over and said lightly: "Wang Qingshan, what's the matter?"
Wang Qingshan came in with a cynical smile and clasped his fists: "You have met Sicheng, have you heard about it?"
Ning Zhenzhen looked at him indifferently.
Wang Qingshan smiled and said: "Sir Cheng has not heard of such a big event? Master Fakong is praying for rain outside the east city gate. This rain is caused by Master Fakong."
He pointed his finger towards the sky.
Zhao Zhihua said in surprise: "Master Fakong asked for this rain?"
"It is said that this is so." Wang Qingshan said with a lazy smile, "It is really miraculous and has vast magical powers."
"Then what?" Ning Zhenzhen said calmly.
Of course she knew about it.
Of course she paid close attention to Fakong's affairs, but she didn't go over to take a look. How could she just desert him so casually when he was on duty?
Moreover, she has full confidence in Fakong, knowing that he will not do anything that he is not sure of, and once he does something, he will be completely sure of it.
Wang Qingshan smiled lazily and said: "Master Fakong is so powerful. If we ask him to do a small favor, won't our case be solved?"
He chuckled and said, "He can bring down the rain from the sky. Aren't the people on the ground just a piece of cake to him?"
Ning Zhen was really angry, but his face became calmer: "Otherwise, Wang Qingshan, why don't you ask him for help?"
"I——?" Wang Qingshan shook his head and laughed: "I'm not a beauty, how could I let Master Fakong agree?"
"Then you mean to let me beg him?"
"This is easy for Sicheng. I believe Master Fakong will not refuse, right?" Wang Qingshan laughed.
Ning Zhenzhen said calmly: "You deserve to be beaten again, get out."
"Sicheng, am I wrong in what I said?" Wang Qingshan smiled lazily and looked at her cynically: "Instead of letting the brothers work to death, why don't you just say a word in front of Master Fakong?
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Zhao Zhihua Ning's bright eyes gradually brightened, and he felt that something was not good, so he hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Brother Wang, it's better to stop talking and walk around. Let's go have a drink."
He said and pushed Wang Qingshan.
However, he was lightly bumped by Wang Qingshan on the shoulder and almost hit his head.