Longevity

The crowd couldn't help but cheer up.

Fa Kong's voice was gentle and calm in their ears, and when they heard it, it was as if he was immersed in the autumn waters, and his anxiety and irritability disappeared without a trace.

"Hmph, sorcery!" An old man in a purple robe stroked his beard and groaned angrily.

There were two handsome young men beside him, with good manners, and he hurriedly said softly: "Grandfather, be quiet!"

"I can't say what this demon monk did?" The purple-robed silver-bearded old man stroked his beard and sneered: "He doesn't want me to talk, just beat me!"

"Grandfather..." The two handsome young men smiled bitterly.

A young man said softly, "Grandfather, I'm not afraid of Master Fkong's actions, but I'm afraid of others."

"Hmph, a bunch of fools and fools!" The purple-robed and silver-bearded old man's face was as rosy and smooth as a baby's, his eyes were piercing, and he was tall and burly.

But the cultivation base is only the realm of the earth, and it is obviously not a martial artist.

"Grandfather, let's keep your voice down." A young man said softly, "Someone is already staring at him."

"Humph!" The purple-robed silver-bearded old man snorted coldly and stopped talking.

"You old man, you are so rude!" An old man next to him also had silver hair and silver beard, dressed in a brocade robe, and each of his ten fingers wore an emerald ring, which was green and rich and noble.

The purple-robed and silver-bearded old man turned his head to look over, his eyes were bright, and his expression was majestic.

"Yo, you're an official!" The old man in Jinpao glanced at it and smiled indifferently: "What is the official position?"

"Presumptuous!" The purple-robed silver-bearded old man stopped drinking.

The old man in Jinpao said disdainfully, "I can't even say a word. Your official prestige is too strong, right?"

"Who are you?"

"I asked first!"

"The old man has a good handle!" The purple-robed and silver-bearded old man stroked his beard and smiled proudly: "Retired from the Ministry of Rites."

"Haha..." The old man in Jinpao laughed: "It turns out that he is just a middle-ranking officer, but the official prestige is even greater than that of the servant!"

Sheng Bingwen frowned.

"Okay, Master Fakong is going to talk again!" The old man in Jinpao curled his lips and said, "I don't have time to listen to your gossip!"

"Poor monk Fakong," Fakong's voice came leisurely: "It seems that you didn't bring an umbrella, but it's not easy to handle."

Everyone laughed indifferently.

Fakong's gentle voice slowly spread to everyone's ears: "The poor monk is not joking. It will rain later, but it is the poor monk's fault to get sick."

Someone shouted: "Master, don't worry, as long as it rains, we are willing to be sick!"

"That's right, even if you're sick!"

"Master, can it really rain?"

"Hurry up and rain, if it doesn't rain again, my tree is really going to end. It only takes ten years to grow a spiritual fruit tree!"

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Standing on the high platform, Fakong could see the people around him clearly, and he was really densely packed.

More than 20,000 faith powers floated into his mind.

As far as I could see, in the disaster victims' camp, people walked out of the tents, came to the open space, and looked at themselves on the high platform.

They were strictly ordered not to leave the camp by the King of Letters, and could only stay in the camp to avoid encountering people from the Shenjing City.

This is to prevent conflicts and prevent people from taking the opportunity to cause chaos.

Fakong made a tithing toward the disaster victims' camp.

All the victims saw clearly and were excited.

Fakong said warmly: "The Buddhist mantra that the poor monk is about to cast is called the Mantra of Walking Clouds and Raining, and it is a great wish mantra."

His voice was slow and slow, clearly reaching everyone's ears, as if speaking in their ears.

And the sound has the magical effect of calming the mind and eliminating anxiety, making people **** up their ears to listen.

Even so, there were still whispers.

"The evil words confuse the public, the crime should be punished!" The purple-robed silver-bearded old man stroked his beard and sneered.

The old man in Jinpao said impatiently, "She's surnamed Sheng, can you shut up? ... You're no longer in the middle of the pack, so what kind of authority are you playing!"

"You..." Sheng Bingwen pointed angrily at the brocade old man.

Since he became a member of the Ministry of Rites, the people around him have been respectful and respectful, even if he retired and returned to his hometown.

How can there be something so rude and rude?

For a while, I was very uncomfortable, and I was so angry that I didn't know what to say.

"What am I, listen to the master!" The old man in Jinpao snorted angrily.

At this time, in the other part of the crowd, a handsome young man wearing a crane cloak, with an ancient temperament, stood quietly, leisurely looking at Fa Kong on the high platform.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if sarcasm and ridicule, wanting to see how the sky would end and how to deceive the world.

Fakong continued: "What is the Great Vow Mantra? It is the mantra created by the Buddha to feel the great wishes of all living beings. This time the poor monk cast this mantra because he was inspired by the great wishes of tens of thousands of disaster victims. ."

Everyone nodded, half understanding what he meant.

Fa Kong smiled and said, "This mantra needs the will of all sentient beings to activate, and if the will is insufficient, the mantra cannot be formed, so in the future, don't come to the poor monk to cast this mantra again, forgive the poor monk's inability, Amitabha!"

The crowd smiles.

Master Fakong is blocking everyone's way ahead of time. It is interesting and interesting. Is this sure that the rain will be successful?

People cheered up and opened their eyes.

Among the crowd, a charming and heroic black-clothed girl stood quietly, followed by eight burly men.

The eight people formed a circle, protecting her in the middle, and outsiders could not approach.

Fa Kong's eyes have already seen her, and it is Li Ying, the young master of the Dao of Cannibalism.

Li Zhu, who was as burly as a black bear, whispered, "Young Master, how long has it been before he has become a master?"

The handsome middle-aged Zhou Tianhuai shook his head lightly: "This Master Fakong is indeed extraordinary."

Li Zhu smiled and said, "Senior Zhou, do you really believe he can get rain?"

Zhou Tianhuai looked at Li Ying: "Young Master...?"

With a slight frown on her long slanted eyebrows, Li Ying said lightly, "Just by looking at it, I'll know soon if I can ask for rain."

"Yes."

The two quickly shut their mouths, knowing that Li Ying was impatient.

At this time, it's best to keep your mouth shut, and don't say a word, or you will incur a stormy reprimand from the young master.

She taught her every sentence to be reasonable, and she would make herself wonder if she should be hit to death on the tofu, so as not to live in the world and embarrass her ancestors.

Fa Kong's voice sounded again: "Those who are weak, let's retreat for the time being. This rain will involve the Shenjing City, and it is the same for the donors to watch the rain at home."

But none of the crowd moved.

The more he said this, the more curious and unconvinced everyone became, and they had to see if they could get wet.

"Amitabha, that's great!" Fa Kong announced the Buddha's name: "The poor monk has started."

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, he made a mark on his hands and took a leisurely step.

Two steps...three steps...

One step out, a lotus flower springs out from under the sole of the foot.

It seems to be a lotus carved from white jade. It is bright and flawless. Under the noon sun, it exudes a warm glow, and it is beautiful and pure.

The second step was taken, and dozens of lotus flowers quickly emerged around this lotus, forming a lotus clump.

Taking the third step, his body rose one foot, as if an invisible force was holding him up, and a lotus flower reappeared under the soles of his feet.

In the fourth step, dozens of lotus clumps spread out next to the new lotus.

In this way, two layers of lotus flowers are formed.

The fifth step is to raise one foot again, and a lotus flower emerges from the sole of the foot again.

In the sixth step, dozens of lotuses spread around the new lotus.

Three layers of lotus flowers are formed, the lower part is large and the upper part is a trapezoid, which vaguely has the shape of an altar, an altar stacked with lotus flowers.

Step by step, he kept walking, and the lotus blossoms kept coming.

He gradually got higher and higher, and the lotus altar got higher and higher. Before he knew it, the lotus altar was more than 30 meters high.

This is Dharma's cloud-casting mantra that has been improved through hard thinking.

In order to expand his followers and gain merit, he showed an indifferent look on his face, but he was actually doing his best in secret.

As the number of lotus layers increased, each layer was slowly expanding, and the lotus altar gradually spread out, almost reaching the chests of the armored soldiers.

The people next to him suddenly realized.

It turned out that these armored soldiers surrounded this place, and it was not specially prepared for the powerful, but for the altar.

Some people reached out their hands curiously, wanting to touch the white jade lotus flower through the gap of the armored soldiers to see if it was real or an illusion.

But the armored soldiers are not decorations, they directly open his hands and are not allowed to touch them.

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"what?"

"ah!"

"what happened?"

"It's a lotus flower? Is it true?!"

People suddenly widened their eyes.

These are people close by.

People in the distance could only vaguely see something emerging, layer by layer becoming higher, and Fa Kong gradually rose to a higher height and became much smaller.

They couldn't see what it was, and they asked the people in front of them.

The front asks the front again, and then I know, the front starts to spread to the back, and after a while, I know that Fa Kong is a white jade lotus flower.

Everyone's eyes widened.

"witchcraft!"

"trick!"

"Blindfolding!"

"It must be a lie!"

Sheng Bingwen's beard's hand stopped moving, staring straight at Fa Kong, murmuring in his mouth.

The scene in front of him had a great impact on him, and had an impact on his old concepts.

"Amazing!" The silver-robed old man stared at him with wide eyes, his eyes blazing brightly, too lazy to refute Sheng Bingwen.

The distinguished and handsome young man stared solemnly at the white jade lotus altar, and his eyes gradually burst into a strange light, which seemed to penetrate everything.

"Yo drink, it's amazing!" Li Zhu praised: "Young master, you really have some skills, no wonder you dare to be a master!"

"Is this an illusion?" Zhou Tianhuai said solemnly.

Li Ying snorted: "Otherwise?"

"That's true." Zhou Tianhuai nodded suddenly: "It can't be created out of nothing, it must be an illusion, but this power..."

He felt the vast and majestic power, and his heart was awe-inspiring.

"Hey, it's just a trick!" Li Zhu said disappointedly: "I thought it was true, but it turned out to be just a lie."

Fakong suddenly raised his hands, changed a handprint and pointed to the sky.

Countless white jade lotus flowers suddenly burst into soft white light.

The white light condensed together and became brighter and brighter. Suddenly, it suddenly expanded and turned into a beam of light that rose into the sky and pierced the blue sky.

This column of white light was blocked by the blue sky, all the white light rushed over but failed to break the obstacle, and finally converged into a small sun.

No less than the rays of the sun.

Fa Kong stood in the void, his hands formed another handprint, and pointed towards the little sun.

The small sun exploded violently, just like the explosion of an atomic bomb in the previous life. The white light spread along the blue sky, spread to the horizon, and spread to the point where there was no end in sight.

At this time, people just stared blankly, tens of thousands of people turned their backs to the sky, there was no discussion, no sound, only silence.

There is only silence in the world.

After the white light spreads, the sky returns to its original appearance.

Fa Kong fell back to the high platform leisurely, with a calm expression.

People slowly regained their senses~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After being shocked, they resumed their speech.

"What happened, failed?"

"Probably failed."

"Ah... what a pity!"

Just now, the white beam of light failed to break through the blue sky in the end, giving the impression that the power was unstoppable and it failed.

They speculated that if the blue sky was broken, the spell might be successful.

Now that there is no movement, and everything is dead, it is not a failure, what is it?

"Hey, it's just a prank!"

"It's quite intimidating!"

"It's a pity, a pity..."

People look up to the platform.

A gust of breeze blew, and the purple gold cassock swayed gently.

Pharaoh stood silently.