"Only in my Xiaoxitian Paradise can I return her to Yang." Fakong shook his head and said, "There is nothing I can do here."
"Okay." Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly: "If you let them see it..."
"It doesn't matter."
"Senior brother, are you not afraid of trouble?" Ning Zhenzhen said.
Fakong shook his head: "It is also good for them to boost their confidence."
"I'm afraid they won't work hard anymore after they know what you are capable of, senior brother." Ning Zhenzhen said, "Anyway, you can still live if you die."
"They may not be willing to live for only sixty years," Fakong said: "But if you have confidence in your heart, your cultivation will be faster."
"...That's right." Ning Zhenzhen thought for a while and finally agreed.
When your mind is steady, it is easy to be calm. Once you are calm, your cultivation will be faster. This is indeed a good thing.
"If they spread the word, senior brother, you will be hurt." Ning Zhenzhen said: "Everyone will ask for help."
"Just hide." Fakong smiled.
Dayong and Daqian are not close to each other. It is not that easy to find him in Daqian. What's more important is that even if he gets to Daqian, if he wants to hide, he can't find him.
Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly: "Okay, let them go over and see it."
Fa Kong disappeared in a flash.
Ning Zhenzhen called Ding Xingqing and gave some instructions.
A moment later, twelve disciples followed Ning Zhenzhen, carrying Zhou Jingjing's coffin, out of the outer courtyard of the Jade Butterfly Sect, walked through the alley, and headed to Yongkong Temple.
Under the night, the twelve Jade Butterfly Sect disciples were all dressed in white, with long swords hanging on their waists, and their whole bodies were spotless.
Their beautiful faces were tense and solemn.
There are lanterns hanging high in the alley. Although it is not as bright as during the day, it is not dim.
They were all silent, and amid the sound of their footsteps, the noise on the street seemed far away.
The Jade Butterfly Sect's villa is not far from Yongkong Temple. They walked through three alleys and arrived outside Yongkong Temple.
Twelve of them beauties were carrying a coffin, which was very eye-catching.
People passing by outside Yongkong Temple immediately looked over curiously, asking who these beauties were and how they got into Yongkong Temple.
Most people in Tianjing now know that Yongkong Temple is now the temple of the divine monk Fakong.
Unexpectedly, a group of beauties would come in in the middle of the night, which is very imaginative.
Hehe, could it be that this holy monk Fakong doesn’t observe the sexual precept?
But when this group of beauties carried the coffin in, it became less charming and glamorous, and more strange.
Some of them stopped and stared curiously at the gate of Yongkong Temple. They saw that the gate was always open and had no intention of closing it.
This obviously means not to bully the darkroom and to be aboveboard.
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Ning Zhenzhen led them into the temple and then went straight to the pagoda garden at the back.
In the southeast corner of the pagoda garden is an altar.
On the five-meter-high altar, Fa Kong stood with his hands behind his back. Under the moonlight, he actually felt like he was standing on a towering peak.
Ding Xingqing and the others did not cheer up, they just tithe.
They didn't know what Fa Kong was going to do, they just thought that Fa Kong was going to give Zhou Jingjing a salvation.
With a heavy and solemn mood to bid farewell to Zhou Jingjing, they titheed to Dharma Kong without saying a word, thanking him for his salvation.
Fa Kong waved.
Ding Xingqing understood what he meant and directed the women to carry Zhou Jingjing's coffin to the center of the altar.
They reluctantly stood around the coffin and took a look at Zhou Jingjing in the coffin. Inexplicable sourness and anger surged in their hearts.
Everyone's eyes were red.
Scenes from daily life with Zhou Jingjing began to emerge.
They tried not to cry out. Tears had accumulated in their eyes and slowly fell down.
On the spotless white stone of the altar, strings of tears fell and broke into several petals.
Fa Kong raised his head and looked at the sky.
The night sky is deep and boundless, and the crescent moon hangs slantingly on the horizon, as if smiling eyes looking down at the joys and sorrows of the world.
Fakong was thinking about how to complete it as quickly and best as possible.
If the person is not dead after death, or even within two hours, the Rejuvenation Spell can directly bring the person back to the world.
But three days after death, the rejuvenation spell will not work.
What I want to use this time is the Great Vow Mantra, which is the Buddhist mantra and the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra contained in the Wordless Heavenly Book.
This mantra requires the will to come true.
This wishing power does not need to be people's wish to return her, he can already transfer the wishing power, just like the drive of faith.
He recalled many key points of the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra in his mind and derived and simulated it.
If you are outside Xiaoxitian Paradise, you are not sure to successfully cast this spell, but it will be much easier inside Xiaoxitian Paradise.
He simulated and deduced over and over again.
The girls wept silently, and the air was filled with sadness and reluctance, anger and murderous intent.
Although they killed the six murderers, they could not forgive their hatred, which led to the unwilling Jinghua Sect.
The Mirror Flower Sect is such a scourge and should be eradicated completely. Otherwise, I don’t know how many innocent people will be harmed by them.
If we don’t want Junior Sister Zhou’s tragedy to happen again, we should eradicate the Mirror Flower Sect!
Their hearts were burning with murderous intent.
Ning Zhenzhen felt their murderous intent, shook his head and said: "Don't think about Jinghua Sect, think about Jingjing."
"Sect Master, shouldn't a sect like the Jinghua Sect be abolished?" Ding Xingqing said softly, "Why are we still keeping them?"
Ning Zhenzhen looked at her.
Ding Xingqing said: "Is it because they have the support of Divine Sword Peak behind them, so they are unscrupulous and lawless?"
"What do you want to say?" Ning Zhenzhen frowned lightly.
Ding Xingqing said: "So, in the final analysis, it is still Divine Sword Peak. Without Divine Sword Peak, Jinghua Sect would not dare to be so unscrupulous. We should abolish Divine Sword Peak!"
Ning Zhenzhen said: "Who doesn't want to abolish Divine Sword Peak, but Divine Sword Peak is amazingly powerful, and we can't compete with it now."
Another woman said softly: "Sect Master, isn't there still the Great Miaolian Temple?"
Ning Zhenzhen said: "Da Miaolian Temple will not help us destroy Divine Sword Peak, it just prevents Divine Sword Peak from destroying us."
The third woman said coldly: "Shenjian Peak doesn't take the Great Miaolian Temple seriously at all. Isn't the Great Myolian Temple angry and doesn't want to abolish the Divine Sword Peak?"
Ning Zhenzhen said: "Da Miaolian Temple will not act impulsively. It will be cautious and weigh repeatedly. Don't expect others. The right way is to work hard ourselves."
She glanced at the twelve girls with her clear eyes and said softly: "In this world, you can't rely on anyone. Only your own strength is fundamental."
"Yes!" The girls nodded solemnly.
This incident at Divine Sword Peak made them deeply understand the importance of strength, and beauty alone cannot be relied upon.
No matter how well the disciples of the sect marry, they cannot really replace their own strength at critical moments. External forces are still external forces after all.
Ning Zhenzhen said softly: "Please ask Master Fakong for help this time to prepare Junior Sister Zhou to return to the world."
The girls were startled.
They originally thought it was salvation, but what they heard in their ears was Huanyang.
"Sect Master, can Junior Sister Zhou come back to life?" Ding Xingqing asked hurriedly: "Resurrection from the dead?"
Ning Zhenzhen nodded slowly.
Twenty-four eyes immediately turned to Fa Kong, staring at Fa Kong for an instant, trying to see through the fog on him.
Although he was clearly standing in front of him, Fa Kong was calm and calm, like a deep ancient well with no visible bottom. People couldn't help but want to see, but they couldn't see clearly.
The harder I can see clearly, the more I want to see clearly.
He captured their hearts firmly.
Fakong nodded lightly, facing their soft, clear, or bright eyes, he smiled and said: "I, the poor monk, should do his best."
"Thank you, Master." Ning Zhenzhen said in awe.
"Thank you, Master!" The girls followed in awe.
If the law and emptiness are combined, the gift will be returned.
He had already finished the deduction and was more confident: "Move Miss Zhou out."
Ning Zhenzhen came to the coffin, put her hand on Zhou Jingjing's shoulder, and the invisible force lifted Zhou Jingjing up, slowly falling to the spotless white stone ground.
Zhou Jingjing looked up to the sky, her whole body was green and there was no trace of life left.
Although she is not a great master, she is already a master in the spirit realm, and her body is still active.
Fakong clasped his palms together, closed his eyes, and began to mutter a Buddhist mantra.
The sound of the Buddha's mantra was strange, as if it came from a distant place in the sky, and slowly came over. I could hear the sound clearly, but I couldn't tell what the sound was.
I couldn't hear every word clearly, I could only murmur and recite, as if I was in an empty and high grassland, boundless, and I was alone in the high and vast world.
Slowly, the sound moved from the sky to the ground, as if coming from the netherworld, from the soles of the feet to the body and then to the ears.
They had a feeling that there was someone under their feet and that they were standing on top of the noisy crowd.
They couldn't help but look down.
The ground is still made of white stones, spotless. The entire altar seems to be carved from a huge white stone, with no gaps in the splicing.
Fa Kong's voice became louder and louder, as if he were standing in the distant sky or in the distant underground.
Sometimes it's in the sky, sometimes it's underground, it keeps changing.
They opened their bright eyes wide and watched as the light gradually emitted from Fakong's body, and his whole body was gradually enveloped, wrapped, and finally submerged by the soft light. His figure was no longer visible, only a ball of soft light.
Gradually, this soft light expanded, covering Zhou Jingjing, wrapping her up and drowning her.
Both of them disappeared in the white light.
The murmuring sounds still continued, lingering in their ears, distant, high, and desolate, as if they were walking alone on the vast grassland.
"Boom!" Thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.
The girls looked up.
The night sky is still dotted with stars, the crescent moon is like a hook, and the clear light slowly falls between the sky and the earth.
Fa Kong's chanting began to become more urgent. It was distant and calm before, but now it became urgent.
"Crack!" The girls' eyes suddenly lit up.
Ning Zhenzhen suddenly flicked his sleeves.
The women couldn't help but retreat.
A bolt of thunder and lightning drew a huge zigzag, like a silver sword stabbing hard at the soft light where Fakong and Zhou Jingjing were.
The soft light swayed.
"Crack!"
Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up again, and lightning struck Fakong and Zhou Jingjing hard again. The soft light swayed and seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
"Crack!"
Thunder and lightning strike again.
…
A total of six lightning strikes struck down, but the soft light remained strong.
There was no more thunder and lightning after that.
The soft light quickly converged, and finally penetrated into Zhou Jingjing's body. Her body had changed.
She looked like a sleeping beauty, her skin was white, rosy and shiny, and her breathing was light, long and continuous.
The girls' eyes widened.
Zhou Jingjing's slender eyelashes trembled slightly and she slowly opened her eyes.