Longevity

"In addition," Hui'an said, "how do you plan to arrange the original four people in the other courtyard?"

Fa Kong said: "Each role is to perform, but it's just me and Lin Feiyang, and the days are as usual."

"Aren't you going to get some of your own people to go there?" Hui'an smiled and said, "Like Faning Fawu, they should be willing to go over with you, and cultivation is enough."

Fa Kong shook his head: "Fa Ning still has to take care of the medicinal materials, and Fa Wuzhi is not here, so let's keep the original people. Which one is the first grade?"

"Senior Brother Huiling, who is ringing the bell, the remaining three are all honest and safe. Even if you are young, you will obey orders."

French and empty tithes.

Hui An stepped forward and patted Fa Kong's shoulder, and said with a smile, "If you want to step on the first rank, you have to understand your mind and see your nature, and if you want to understand your mind and see your nature, you must not restrict yourself too much, otherwise, it will never be possible to see the real self."

Fa Kong smiled and said, "The abbot said that I can not keep the precepts?"

"Yes." Hui'an nodded slowly: "The disciples of the King Kong Temple in the second-rank realm 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, "Accidental?"

"...Yes." Fa Kong nodded slowly.

When he knew that a certain patriarch entered three times and exited three times, he realized that King Kong Temple had a considerable tolerance for second-rank disciples breaking first-rank.

In another monastery, it is impossible to allow such nonsense.

But King Kong Temple allows it.

He also heard a lot of absurd things, such as the disciples of the King Kong Temple who lived in the brothel for a year, the disciples of the King Kong Temple who showed up to be a lingyou, and even the disciples of the King Kong Temple who became beggars.

These records are not found in the Jingangsu Sutra Pavilion, but there are many records in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion in Daguangfeng Peak.

The writing of these records is full of irony and banter. Originally, I thought that the pen was used as a knife to deliberately take revenge on Kongoji Temple.

It doesn't seem to be the case now.

"I don't think you agree with Fakong?" Hui'an stared at Fakong and asked with a smile.

Fakong nodded.

He felt that this method was similar to Demon Sect.

"Haha..." Hui'an smiled and said, "Many people have your general thoughts, but after being sleepy in the second rank for a long time, they feel that they can give it a try. Many people are easy to try."

Fa Kong pondered.

Hui'an said: "If you are a disciple of the second rank and below, and your mind is unstable, such a disorder can indeed damage your cultivation base and damage your Buddha's mind, but when you reach the second rank, your mind is like a rock, and you can recover quickly after occasional strong shocks. "

"What about those who don't come back after returning to the secular world?"

"They..." Hui'an smiled and said, "Maybe it's because he really thought about his pursuit, and people's thoughts will change."

"This is the broken heart of the Buddha."

"It should be said that they were not originally from Buddhism, they just entered Buddhism by mistake, and they were passers-by of Buddhism after all."

"...Abbot, I understand." Fa Kong said slowly, "I will give it a try."

"Encircle yourself in one place. If you search carefully everywhere and still can't find it, you might as well break your own restraint circle, and maybe you will gain something."

"Yes."

"Forget it, having said so much, all that should be explained, you can go with confidence and boldness."

"Disciple retire." Fakong Heshi.

Hui'an took out a jade token from her arms and threw it to Fa Kong: "The identity of the abbot of the other courtyard is a jade."

Pharaoh took it.

The tentacles are warm and delicate, and within the delicate jasper, there seems to be a layer of emerald green flowing faintly, making the jasper more green.

This jasper is extraordinarily emerald green, far superior to ordinary ones, and is very eye-catching.

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Early in the morning, Fa Kong wore a cassock and appeared outside the Shenjing City with Lin Feiyang. As everyone lined up, they slowly walked inside the city gate.

The guards are checking one by one and letting them go one by one.

The people queuing to enter the city formed a long line, 200 meters away from the city gate along the straight and wide avenue.

Some were carrying large and small bags, some were driving ox carts and carriages, some were holding children in their arms, and the corners of their clothes were pulled 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 without lining up at all.

Now that there is no Chu Yu's letter to the palace, it is natural to queue up.

Lin Feiyang muttered: "Why is it so troublesome, just jump over the wall and go 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 honestly.

It has always been a flicker, and it climbed over the wall, and the city guards who patrolled the city couldn't find it at all.

Fa Kong had to line up to enter the city, which made him very dissatisfied.

It has been a quarter of an hour, and there are still twenty meters before entering the city.

Lin Feiyang speculated 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 hard dishes.

From time to time he poked his head and looked ahead to see how many people there were and how long it would take.

Fakong was too lazy to listen to his murmurs, and thought that he had been poking his head behind him, so he let him come in front of him.

Lin Feiyang was not polite and stood in front of Fa Kong.

Fa Kong stood in the crowd, his cassock shining golden light, very eye-catching. If it wasn't for his youth, he would definitely come up to chat and ask for advice.

Fa empty-handed holding a wordless Buddhist scriptures, thoughtful.

He just saw three words in the wordless Buddhist scriptures.

These three words are so complicated that he doesn't even recognize them.

Fakong is weird.

Benefiting from the memories of those people, I can now be considered to have penetrated the past and the present, the Dharma is profound, and I know almost all the ancient texts of the past dynasties.

But I don't even know the word, and I have no impression at all.

Obviously, I have not seen this word in many memories.

"This master..." The woman holding the child suddenly opened her mouth and said embarrassedly, "Which monastery is Master not in?"

She is about twenty years old, with a sweet and delicate appearance, wearing a dark green Luo shirt and a white pleated skirt, pure and elegant.

Followed by two strong male servants, temples high drums, both servants and guards, it is obvious that the woman's family is rich.

It's just that her beautiful face is full of anxiety and worry, haggard like a withering flower, and she looks down at the child in her arms from time to time.

There are also two children wearing brocade shirts at their feet, about six or seven years old, carved in pink and jade, wearing silver bracelets on their wrists, and silver collars on their necks, exuding a sense of wealth.

"Poor monk King Kong Temple Dharma empty."

Fakong looked at the child in the young woman's arms.

A three-year-old girl with a melon face, big eyes, and a spirit of spiritual wisdom, but her face was pale and yellow, and Linghui's big eyes were dull and dull, and she was lying lazily on the young woman's shoulder.

Her dim eyes were staring curiously at Fa Kong when she suddenly reached out and wanted to touch Fa Kong.

She was wearing a thin glove on her little hand, made of white satin and wrapped tightly.

Fakong smiled at her.

This woman should have slept all night, tired and worried, exhausted physically and mentally.

"Master Fakong, the little girl has something to ask for."

"The benefactor, please speak."

"My child is ill. Yesterday, I went out of the city to find a famous doctor. After rushing all night, I want to go to the city to rest early. I wonder if I can get to the master?"

"Please." Fa Kong nodded: "Lin Feiyang."

"Oh, come here." Lin Feiyang pointed in front of him.

The young woman showed a sweet smile and nodded gratefully, holding a child and pulling two children to the front.

The two guards stood behind and did not follow.

Fa Kong glanced at it and nodded secretly.

It seems that he is a ceremonial person, and his family education is extremely strict, which is rare.

The little girl kept staring at Fakong through Lin Feiyang, and stretched out her gloved hand, trying to touch Fakong.

Fa Kong smiled and nodded, then looked down at the wordless Buddhist scriptures.

The words on it are looming, but at first glance they are not there, and when you watch carefully, you can vaguely see them, as if they are floating and spinning.

The more I watched it, the more I felt that these three characters were complicated, as if they were formed by entanglement of countless small characters.

He was relieved after watching it for a while.

No matter how you look at it, you don't recognize it.

I still entered Shenjing City, looked for a learned person, met and asked about it.

As the abbot of King Kong Bieyuan, despite the bleak incense of King Kong Bieyuan, his identity is still enough.

Those well-educated people still like to associate with monks.

"Yaya!" The delicate young woman suddenly let out a coquettish cry.

The little girl in her arms was struggling, her hand kept reaching out to Fakong, trying to touch Fakong.

There is a Lin Feiyang in the middle.

Lin Feiyang made a face for her, but the little girl didn't care at all, she had to meet Fakong.

The delicate young woman was a little annoyed when she was pulling her body and shaking, and she could not stand steady.

Yaya's body is weak and she can't use such a lot of strength, it is easy to sweat and aggravate her condition.

Lin Feiyang dodged and got behind Fa Kong.

Fa Kong 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 smiled suddenly, and reached out to touch Fakong.

Lin Feiyang pointed his head and smiled: "Little girl, it's fun to see your cassock, why don't you play with her."

The delicate young woman rushed towards Fakong and smiled apologetically.

Fakong said warmly: "It seems that the little donor has a relationship with the poor monk, and if there is a relationship, he will cross, Amitabha."

He stretched out his right palm.

The little girl Yaya smiled happily and suddenly threw off the white satin glove and put her small hand on Fakong's big hand.

Fa Kong's palms are slender and white, like a piece of suet white jade, because of the practice of Taiyin Small Refinement.

The little girl Yaya's little hands are full of wrinkles, the skin is wrinkled, withered and thin, like the palm of an old lady.

The people watching by the side were startled.

Suddenly there was a lot of discussion.

"What's the matter with this child?"

"Could it be that you have some strange disease?"

"It's terrifying."

"Hey...you're going to age before you get old, I'm afraid you won't be able to..."

"Shh! Watch out for misfortune!"

The young woman showed an embarrassed smile, and smiled embarrassedly at Fakong, for fear that Fakong would dislike Yaya's strange hand.

Fa Kong smiled and looked at Yaya: "What's the name of the little donor...?"

"Oh, Qingluo, Xu Qingluo." The young woman hurriedly said.

She motioned to a child at her feet to pick up the gloves quickly.

"The little benefactor and the poor monk have a predestined relationship, so let's form a good relationship." Fa Kong smiled, forming a mudra on both palms, and cast the rejuvenation mantra.

He is now casting the Rejuvenation Charm at an incredible speed.

People only felt that a shadow appeared in his palms, and in the blink of an eye, the phantom disappeared, and his right palm supported Yaya's palm again, as if it was an illusion just now.

People suddenly widened their eyes.

Yaya's originally thin and wrinkled hands have changed greatly, becoming like a white lotus root.

"what!"

"what happened?"

"Can't the trick work?"

People suddenly exclaimed.

Yaya immediately clapped her little hands and showed a sweet smile, but no sound came out.

Lin Feiyang was suddenly disappointed, knowing that the little girl was deaf and mute.

PS: The second one is a bit later.