Longevity

The semi-circular avenue is like the two wings of the Mahavira Hall.

They walked along the road on the left.

The shadows cast by tall trees form a shade.

They walked in the shade of the trees and passed the release pond, where lotus flowers swayed, as if greeting them.

"I like this place!" Lin Feiyang exclaimed: "Open, not shy at all!"

Fa Kong nodded.

At least standing on the steps of the Mahavira Hall, looking at the open situation in front of you, will make one's heart open.

When the two came to the Daxiong Palace, the two monks were busy.

A monk with white eyebrows and a youthful appearance was cleaning the incense burner.

This monk has sharp eyebrows and star eyes, handsome and extraordinary, even if his eyebrows are as white as an old man, he still gives people a sense of high spirits.

He took a rag and wiped the incense burner gently, as if he was stroking, Jun Yi's face was tense, but his eyes were soft.

There was almost no incense soil in the dark incense burner, and three long incense sticks were slowly burning, emitting a touch of sandalwood.

Another monk is wiping down the steps.

His eyebrows are also white, his face is as rosy and smooth as a baby, and his face is smiling.

I immersed my head and wiped it carefully, not letting go of every inch, as if there was only one thing between heaven and earth.

French and empty tithes.

"Yuan Ye, Yuan Deng, the new abbot has arrived!" Yuan Sheng said coldly.

The two looked up.

"Yuanye has seen the abbot." Monk Junyi put down the rag and saluted.

Another old monk with a blushing face also put down the rag and said with a smile: "Finally there is an abbot, and we can also open the temple door to welcome pilgrims."

Fakong Heshi smiled: "Uncle Yuanye, Master Yuandeng, you have to continue to work hard to manage the monastery. I, the abbot, came here to study, to see the prosperity of Shenjing, and to sharpen the Buddha's heart. Probably I can't support my goodbyes. hospital."

The two looked at each other.

Yuan Ye Junyi's face was slightly tense, and his expression was stern: "Is the abbot here to mess around?"

"Hey..." Yuan Deng shook his head and sighed: "The last abbot, Yuan Xin, was here to mess around, and so did you, Master Nephew Fakong. It seems that our King Kong Bieyuan has nothing to do with it."

"Uncle Yuanxin's methods are powerful, I'm absolutely inferior." Fa Kong smiled and said, "Just follow the original."

He has seen Yuanxin's method from his heart, and it is really powerful.

"Yes." The two responded perfunctorily, one continued to clean the incense burner, and the other continued to bury their heads in cleaning the steps.

Lin Feiyang opened his mouth and looked at Fa Kong.

No matter how stupid people are, they know that they can't say such a disheartening remark. When a new official takes office, three fires must be set on fire, so that people can see hope and work hard.

The monk Fakong was better. Not only did he not burn the fire, but he poured water on it, which made people feel cold.

How can this abbot do such a good job!

He shook his head secretly: no experience, no experience!

Yuansheng said coldly, "The abbot will follow me into the hall."

Fakong entered the Mahavira Hall, Heshi bowed to the first-generation Patriarch of King Kong Temple, and then exited the hall.

The side halls on both sides each enshrined a few patriarchs, all of whom had accomplished the Vajra, and he came forward to meet them one by one.

There are corridors on both sides of the Mahavira Hall, as if two arms are spread sideways.

There is a moon gate on the right side of the Mahavira Hall. After passing through the gate, you can see a huge lotus pond.

Above the nine-story high platform in the center of the lotus pond is a large hall, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which is about 300 square meters.

The corridor of more than 100 meters connects the Daxiong Hall and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

In the lotus pond, the bright lotus swayed gently, and the fish came out from time to time, and then quickly retracted into the water.

Everyone came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and pushed the door in.

Rows of bookshelves, full to the brim, went straight to the fourth floor.

On the fourth floor is a large brass bell. The log on which the bell struck was painted with purple lacquer and turned out to be red sandalwood.

"Uncle Huiling is in charge of this." Yuansheng said coldly, "However, Uncle Huiling has always been playful, and he often goes missing."

"What a beautiful scenery." Fa Kong stood by the clock and praised.

The four-story building is about 20 meters long. In the previous life, it was equivalent to the seventh floor. It was already a high-rise building in Shenjing.

You can see restaurants not far away, which are built higher.

It is about two kilometers away from the Forbidden Palace. Without excellent eyesight, it is impossible to see the Forbidden Palace. The Forbidden Palace is 500 meters away from high-rise buildings.

But for him, two kilometers is not a problem.

Standing here, he clearly saw the entire Suzaku Avenue, and he could see the diners through the windows of the restaurants.

It was breakfast time.

There are countless breakfast stalls on both sides of Suzaku Avenue, and the aroma of various foods wafts out.

The whole Shenjing seems to be enveloped in the aroma of food.

If you like cheap food, go to the roadside stalls to eat, if you like pompous and exquisite food, go to restaurants to eat, each has its own place to eat.

A gust of fresh wind blew, sending bursts of tempting aroma.

Fa Kong said: "Since you've finished reading, let's go out to eat."

"We have food in the temple." Yuansheng said coldly, "Besides, I haven't seen your residence yet."

"Go and worship the stupa first." Fa Kong pointed to the courtyard on the last floor.

In the center of the courtyard on the last floor is the stupa.

The nine-story stupa built of blue bricks is full of traces of time, mottled and broken, and will collapse at any time.

After Fakong Heshi worshipped, he went to a large courtyard next to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

This is a very spacious courtyard, where Fakong is the abbot.

The yard in front is smaller, it is the residence of the four of them.

All tidy and spotless.

Fa Kong and Lin Feiyang left the courtyard and walked out of the gate, Yuansheng slammed the gate shut.

Lin Feiyang pouted: "What a big temper, as if he is the abbot."

Fakong smiled and waved his hand, looking at Feitian Temple next to him.

The gate of Feitian Temple is open, and people come and go.

The pilgrims who came and went kept quiet and looked solemn.

"Ah..." Lin Feiyang shook his head and said, "Look over there, look over here, it's just a slap in the face, I can't bear it."

Fakong smiled: "It's natural for Feitian Temple to have many pilgrims."

"How can it be taken for granted?" Lin Feiyang was puzzled.

Fakong shook his head and smiled.

Lin Feiyang became more and more itchy: "Monk, hurry up and talk."

"You can go and see for yourself," Fakong smiled. "They don't recognize you yet, so go and see it."

"Okay." Lin Feiyang happily agreed: "I'll go after I've eaten."

Lin Feiyang was familiar with the city of Shenjing, especially the food, and brought Fa Kong to the second floor of Guanyun Tower.

I found a seat by the window, skillfully ordered a few dishes, and soon a table was set up, full and fragrant.

Fakong sat by the window and looked at the bustling crowd below: "I don't seem to feel any drought."

Lin Feiyang snorted: "Isn't it the ability to believe in the prince?"

"He confiscated all the grain shops, which is considered to have offended all the grain shops and the owners behind them. The price of grain has not increased at all, and the disaster victims outside the city have distributed grain, alas..."

He shook his head: "I have never heard of anyone who dares to do this, and only then did we know that we have so much grain that we can't be hungry even if we don't farm for a year!"

Fa Kong listened casually and looked at the people on the street.

All of them looked leisurely and unhurried.

Lin Feiyang said: "That is King Xin. He was born in the army. This time, he actually dispatched a military ship to transport grain directly from the south to us. There are dozens of military ships carrying grain one after another. Come here, everyone has the bottom line, don't panic at all."

Fa Kong was thoughtful.

Does Dagan really have so much food?

Fa Kong, dressed in a purple-gold cassock, sat in this restaurant, naturally attracting a lot of attention, but he remained calm.

Lin Feiyang didn't care about the eyes of others, and spoke like no one else.

People around took a look at Fakong, because Feitian Temple and Kongoji Temple are nearby, so it is not surprising to see monks.

They stopped looking at it and said their own words.

"Oh... God is too old, it's time to rain, otherwise, the well water will be bottomed out."

"The well in my house is on and off. It's really bad if it doesn't rain again!"

"It's a pity, no matter how good the Lord believes, there is no way to rain, only to solve our stomach problems."

"Go to Anhe to fetch water, go home and let it go, you can drink it when it boils."

"The Shenwei Army is already guarding it. It is not allowed to fetch water without permission. It is said that it will affect the passage of military ships in the river and affect the transportation of food."

"God, it's really hard to let people live!"

Fa Kong suddenly felt something.

He put down his chopsticks, took out a snow-white handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, then took out a wordless Buddhist scripture from his arms.

Open the first page, the three words are more clear, and it can be clearly seen that these three words are composed of countless small characters.

It's a pity that these small characters can't be recognized.

"What are you looking at!" Lin Feiyang threw a meat bun into his mouth in one breath, chewed it slowly, and glanced at it.

Fa Kong ignored him, stared at the small characters and continued to read, trying to see the specific appearance of these small characters, but he really saw two small characters clearly.

Sadly, I don't know any of them.

He could feel that these small characters and the three big characters were in the same line, and they were self-contained.

Lin Feiyang laughed: "There's nothing, I thought there were flowers on it!"

What Lin Feiyang saw was empty, without words.

Fakron glanced at him, continued to stare at the small characters, and saw two more small characters, but did not recognize them.

"Who is the most famous scholar in Shenjing City?"

"Hmm..." Lin Feiyang stopped at this time.

If you ask Lin Feiyang who are the masters in the capital city, he knows more, he doesn't care about those literati at all.

"Inquire about it." Fa Kong said.

Lin Feiyang patted his chest and wrapped it around himself.

After eating, the two went down to Guanyun Tower and walked on the bustling Suzaku Avenue~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and stopped from time to time to take a look.

At this time, most of the early stalls have been taken away, the shops on both sides are open, and the guys are working hard to clean and attract customers.

When Fakong returned to the courtyard, he found that several people were already standing at the gate.

The temples of the eight guards are drumming high, and their spirits are vigorous.

The delicate and sweet Mrs. Xu is holding Xu Qingluo, two little boys are pulling her clothes, and a handsome young man is standing beside her.

Fa Kong knew the identity of this young man, and Xu Enzhi, the leader of the Ministry of Rites.

Xu Enzhi stepped forward and made a salute: "Late-born Xu Enzhi has met Master Fakong."

"Master Xu, don't be polite, please come in." Fakung shrugged, shrugged at Madam Xu, and smiled at Xu Qingluo and the two little boys.

Lin Feiyang knocked on the door, Yuan Sheng coldly opened the door and invited them in.

The group went straight to Fakong's courtyard.