Longevity

Lin Feiyang suddenly realized, and nodded again and again: "So it is, so it is!"

He turned his head to Fakong and said, "Monk, so that's the way it is, then let's bring some people here too."

Fa Kong said: "Insincere pilgrims are really useless."

"Stand up for the scene." Lin Feiyang said, "You can't lose the pomp, right, old monk Huiling?"

"Yes, ostentation! In this **** world, it's a skill to be able to attract pilgrims." Monk Huiling smiled and said, "That's a tribute to our ancestors."

He widened his small eyes: "Abbot, don't be afraid of this or that, and you are afraid of polluting the door of our King Kong Temple, and you are afraid of causing gossip, tell you, we don't have this rule in our King Kong Temple, female pilgrim. You can get in too!"

"Uncle Master, I have something to ask."

"Speak."

"Uncle Master recognizes this word?" Fa Kong waved his hand, and a waterline flew up from the stream under his feet that led to the lotus pond.

The waterline is scattered in the air, and after landing, a large character is formed.

It was a word he saw in the wordless Buddhist scriptures.

Monk Huiling rolled her small eyes and looked up and down at Fa Kong: "Abbot, good practice."

Fa Kong smiled: "Master Uncle is laughing."

"Well, this word..." Huiling's chubby little hand stroked her round chin, and her thin eyebrows slowly tightened.

"Old monk, it's nothing if you don't know. The monk has inquired about everyone, but didn't recognize anyone."

"Don't talk!" Hui Ling waved her fat hands and stared at the big characters made of water marks, her two eyebrows almost forming one eyebrow.

Lin Feiyang pouted, he felt that the old monk Huiling was pretending, and it was impossible for him to recognize him.

Fa Kong hopes to be a big student.

"I remember it!" Hui Ling suddenly slapped her hands and was overjoyed: "My memory is amazing, I can remember it all!"

"What is the word?" Fa Kong asked hurriedly.

Huiling shook her head: "I don't know."

Lin Feiyang laughed and said, "Is this called remembering? Old monk, don't play tricks."

Fa Kong asked, "Have you ever met Uncle Shi?"

Huiling glared at Lin Feiyang and said to Fakong, "I saw it on an antique, but I don't know where it went."

"Antique..." Fa Kong thoughtfully, nodded slowly: "So it seems that it is an ancient script."

"That's for sure." Huiling smiled and said, "The abbot asked what the word is for, do you also encounter antiques? Take it and see, I am the best at identifying antiques, and I can tell which dynasty it belongs to at a glance, never would be wrong!"

Fa Kong shook his head: "I've only seen it occasionally, not on antiques."

"You want to figure out this word, look for Weng Laoer." Huiling said: "It is the left or right servant from the Ministry of Rites. He is the most proficient in the art of gold and stone."

"Thank you, Uncle Shi."

"It's a small matter, sigh, abbot, do you want to learn antiques from me?" Huiling smiled and said: "It's so interesting, you can get a glimpse of the life of the ancients, an antique is a world, it's really wonderful!"

Fa Kong smiled and said, "If you have time, you should ask Uncle Shi for advice."

"You have this temper..." Hui Ling showed a helpless look: "You are more like Uncle Shi."

Lin Feiyang smiled and nodded vigorously.

Fa Kong smiled without saying a word.

I was an orphan, and after experiencing too many worldly hardships, I couldn't be as lively and agile as when I was young.

It is also possible that he has experienced too long in the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda. Although he can't feel it, he is actually changing himself silently.

The mood became more and more peaceful.

Like the lake water in Medicine Valley, it only fluctuates slightly, and it is difficult to set off turbulent waves.

He felt that his mentality was getting old, but he was slowly turning himself back green, trying to liven up his mind and appreciate the beauty of the world.

Otherwise, even if you can finally be invincible in the world and immortal, the life that has been turbulent is boring.

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Mingyuean Temple is located in the southeast corner of Shenjing.

After exiting the Jingangji Temple and going south, along this north-south avenue, walk two miles away, and you will see the Mingyuean Courtyard, and then the Mingyue Embroidered Building next door.

The Mingyue Embroidery Building is a three-story building. It is located among the prosperous shops on the North-South Avenue, and among the restaurants, it is inconspicuous.

Fa Kong stood in front of Mingyuean's courtyard and glanced at it, but he didn't expect Mingyuean's courtyard to be so lively.

There is an endless stream of female pilgrims coming and going, which is several times more lively than Feitian Temple, as if there have been no pilgrims ever.

Mingyue'an's mentality is one of a kind, rare in the world. The most important thing is that it has the effect of keeping the face and beautifying. This is what countless women are rushing for.

The neighbor of Mingyue Nunnery is Mingyue Embroidery Building, and the opposite of Mingyue Embroidery Building is Mingyue Medicine Building. The two floors have an endless stream of customers, which is not inferior to Mingyue Nunnery.

Fkong was not in a hurry to go to Mingyue Embroidery Building, but went to Mingyue Medicine Building first.

Most of the customers in Mingyue Pharmacy are women, some are gorgeously dressed, some are simple, and you can tell they are two classes at a glance.

The staff in the drugstore are all women in white shirts, white clothes and white socks, spotless, about thirty years old, beautiful and gentle, with a faint smile, and a friendly look.

As soon as you enter the first floor, there is a semi-circular counter from left to right. Behind the counter are twelve women in their thirties, also wearing plain white shirts.

The walls behind them were framed into lattices, like museum shelves, and the names of medicines were written on each shelf.

The left half circle is rouge gouache, and the right half circle is powder.

On the left are "Peony Spring Sleep", "Cherry Chengzhu", "Pearl Huacai", etc., and on the right are "Taiye Congealing Cream", "Tai**lu", "Bright Moon Flawless", and so on.

Fakong shook his head.

He didn't know what he was selling by name, and he was at a loss.

But these customers are very familiar.

Customers who came in, some went to the left to buy rouge gouache, while others went to the right to buy powder. They directly reported their names to the woman in white behind the round table, paid the money, got a bamboo slip, and took it to the second floor to get rouge or powder.

Fa Kong shook his head and sighed, from ancient times to the present, from past lives to this world, women's money is easy to earn.

There are also men who come and go, and they can call out their names skillfully. They take the bamboo slips and go up to the second floor to get things.

Fa Kong turned and left the medicine building, and came to the embroidered building opposite.

As soon as you enter the embroidered building, it is the same structure. The semi-circular high platform separates people from the clerk. Behind the clerk, there are long poles, and there are splendid embroidery hanging on it, with different colors and different flower patterns.

When he came in, a woman in white came forward and smiled, "What does this little master need?"

Fakong He said: "The poor monk Fakong, come to find Cheng Jia and Meng Qiaoer."

"Master Fkong?" The white-clothed woman's eyes lit up and she said with a smile, "You are Master Fkong?"

Fa Kong smiled: "The donor knows me?"

"Sister Cheng and the others have been talking about it, we all know it." The woman in white smiled sweetly: "Please come with me."

Fakong followed her up to the third floor.

The second floor was busy, people paid on the first floor and went up to the second floor to pick up the goods.

The third floor is not busy, but it is really lively.

A group of white-clothed women, about fifty people, were gathering together, talking a lot, and it was very lively.

Fakong and the woman in white walked over, and more than fifty people were surrounding the two women.

In front of the two women was a wide support frame, the size of a study couch, with snow-white satin taut on it.

They are burying their heads in needles.

A slender silver needle seemed to come alive in their hands, moving up and down, going in and out, embroidering a cluster of gorgeous flowers.

Fakong stood by and watched without disturbing him.

Their dexterity is unusual, far less than that of ordinary people.

The surrounding women talked a lot, admiring how exquisite this needle was, and also admired not only the exquisite needle technique, but also the profound painting attainments.

Fakong recognized the two women as the two women he had rescued, Cheng Jia and Meng Qiaoer.

Cheng Jia is charming and cool, with a calm expression.

Meng Qiaoer is charming and lively.

Among the women who were watching, one of the women suddenly discovered Fa Kong, and she was overjoyed and shouted: "Master!"

All the women looked up.

The remaining fifteen women also discovered Fakong, overjoyed, they rushed over and saluted: "Master!"

"Grandmaster!"

"Master, you can count!"

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Sixteen women were talking together, and they were very noisy.

The remaining women looked at Fakong in amazement.

They all knew the life experience of the eighteen women, and they also knew that they were saved by Fa Kong, and they listened to the eighteen women over and over countless times.

In their mouths, Fakong is the number one monk in the world, with unparalleled swordsmanship and vast supernatural powers that no one can match.

They were dubious, but the more they heard it, the more they believed it.

After all, one person can lie, two may be bragging, and three and four are a bit credible. Eighteen people say so, so it should be true.

Their curiosity grew stronger and stronger, and the entire Mingyue Embroidery Building was extremely curious about Fakong.

Finally saw it now.

Fakongheshi smiled.

Cheng Jia and Meng Qiao'er, who were burying their heads in embroidery, got up, came to the front, and saluted: "Master, you are finally here."

Fakong smiled and nodded: "You guys are doing well, good!"

A smile appeared on Cheng Jia's glamorous face: "Thanks to the master, because the sisters are all hard-working people, so watch and help each other and support each other."

"Very good." Fa Kong nodded.

He found that the light wheel in his mind was flickering, and a large amount of faith was pouring in, and there were actually fifty-two points.

Among them, there are thirty-six points from eighteen women, and the rest is still there, obviously contributed by these women.

There were 16 people who didn't see him, just listening to Cheng Jia and the others gave them the power of faith, which was really a pleasant surprise.

"Master, it is said that you are proficient in Buddhist mantras and have great magical powers. Show us."

"That's right, Master, we've heard the name for a long time, let the little girls open their eyes."

Fa Kong smiled and glanced at Cheng Jia and the others.

They were all embarrassed.

Fakong's mentality has changed now~www.wuxiaspot.com~ no longer thinking about being anonymous, but also wanting to be famous.

So the hands formed a seal, and the heart-clearing mantra was cast.

There was a jade bottle poured down in the sky, and it fell like a waterfall, which was poured into their minds.

They suddenly felt the cool air pouring into their minds, circling around, their thoughts became clear, all distracting thoughts were washed away, and the unpleasant breath in their minds was also washed away at the same time.

The whole person looks brand new, as if revived, and a brand new life unfolds in front of him.

Inexplicable emotion and joy filled his chest.

"Thank you, Master!" All the girls together.

Fifty points of faith power was injected into the light wheel again.

Fa Kong smiled, made another mudra on his hands, and cast the rejuvenation spell several times.

Under the rejuvenation spell, the small problems in their bodies were directly removed, which was also considered a repayment for their faith.