Longevity

In the evening, when Fa Kong was reading a book in the Sutra Collection Pavilion, Cheng Yan quietly came to him and gave him a wink.

The two came to the outside of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and whispered under an old pine tree.

Cheng Yan took out a small booklet from his arms.

Fakong took the booklet.

But it was a brand new book, and the scent of the pen and ink was still there, apparently it had just been transcribed.

"It took me a lot of effort." Cheng Yan smiled proudly: "Don't say it, you really found it in a corner, you are lucky!"

"Buddhist Hundred Mantras" has various kinds of mantras, and there are all kinds of mantras, so this mantra is recorded.

It looks like a novelist's jokes, written indiscriminately, whimsical and whimsical.

The real Buddha mantras are self-blessing methods, or it is to calm the mind, or to strengthen the will, or to dispel temptation, etc., which is beneficial to practice.

The Buddhist spells used for fighting and killing are often the words of novelists, and they are not reliable at all.

But Fa Kong wanted to see it, so he copied it over and showed it to him, so that he could completely die.

Fa Kong looked at it carefully and nodded in satisfaction.

Cheng Yan wrote it in great detail, and even the text of the Buddha's mantra was an old text from the previous dynasty.

Before the two dynasties, nearly ten thousand years, the characters evolved far.

At that time, the writing was ancient and clumsy, and it was because Huiwen studied the Buddhadharma that he had to work hard to study it.

"There's not even a visualization picture on it, it's useless." Seeing Fakong's focused expression, Chengyan poured cold water in disapproval: "It's just written randomly, how can there be such a Buddha mantra!"

Fa Kong put the booklet in his arms and said sternly, "Thank you, uncle, I'm going back."

"Don't practice indiscriminately." Cheng Yan suddenly became a little flustered, and felt more and more that Fa Kong was taking it seriously: "Don't make a mistake in your practice, when you arrive at the Western Paradise, I will be ashamed to see your master!"

Fa Kong nodded sternly: "Uncle, my master was deprived of martial arts because of the Demon Sect, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Cheng Yan suddenly changed color.

Fa Kong sighed: "The women of the Demon Sect really do harm!"

"Who told you?!" Cheng Yan's face sank, staring at him and said, "Who said that?!"

"It seems so." Fa Kong nodded slowly.

The original owner couldn't judge what Yuan Zhi's expression was, how could he not see it, obviously it was the word trapped in love.

People in this world believe in love, unlike the modern world, who no longer believe in love.

"I figured it out, you're a bastard!" Cheng Yan pointed at Fa Kong.

"Uncle Master, I've offended you, and the disciple will leave." Fa Kong smiled and saluted, turned and left.

Cheng Yan stared at his back with a sullen face, and shook his head with a snort until he left completely.

It is taboo that Yuanzhi and the witch are in love, and no one in Daxueshan wants to mention it, so as not to disturb the hearts of the disciples of Daxueshan Sect.

Everyone tacitly kept their mouths shut, but I didn't expect that they were dug out by this bastard!

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The sun set in the west, dyeing the courtyard of his Jingshe a rose color.

He stood in the center of the courtyard, looking up at the sky, waiting for a bird to pass by.

On such a cold day, there are no insects in the shrine, only pine trees and plum blossoms. If you want living things, you have to look at the birds passing by in the sky.

He was staring at the sky when he suddenly heard Chu Yu's footsteps slowly coming outside the Jingshe.

Chu Yu's voice sounded: "Monk Fakong."

Fakong opened the door and saluted, "Young Master Chu, please come in."

When he got to the door, no matter how he didn't want to be contaminated by karma, he couldn't turn him away, he could only invite in.

Chu Yu walked in with a smile, alone and without guards.

"Where are the guards of Young Master Chu?"

"Come here without them following."

"Young Master Chu, please take a seat."

Fakon made two cups of tea, and the two sat down at the table.

Chu Yu took a sip of tea and tightened his sable fur. This yard was not as warm as his yard, and the air was cold. Fortunately, the fragrance of the tea was faint and very refreshing. It was really good tea, and the heat was just right.

This monk Fakong is a master of tea ceremony.

He put down the tea cup and sighed: "I used to have my eyes and I didn't know masters, but you are a real monk, Monk Fakong."

Fa Kong smiled and said, "What I know is only small tricks of carving insects. If I can't but the enemy can't protect myself, it's not worth mentioning."

"This is the real monk." Chu Yu shook his head: "As for martial arts, I always feel that it is against the purpose of Buddhism."

Fakong smiled, this was not easy to answer, so he changed the subject and said with a smile: "How many more days are you going to stay?"

"Four days," Chu Yu said with emotion, "I'm sick, staying here is really torture."

Fakong didn't answer and nodded: "Da Snow Mountain is indeed too cold to be a livable place."

He really didn't want to touch this cause and effect. If he cast a spell on the monks in the Daxueshan Sect, he would not like it.

Because of a little cause and effect, maybe you can still harvest the power of faith, just like Lian Xue.

But the powerful family does not have to work in vain.

Soft-hearted for a while is not only useless, but also has endless troubles.

Chu Yu said: "If it's not too cold, the mother-in-law will come over and pay the incense in person."

Fa Kong smiled and said, "Princess is sincere and devout. It's good."

Chu Yu sighed and sighed with emotion: "Mother and concubine are sincere to the Dharma, and the father and the king also rely on the mother to help her ask for a Sutra of Amitabha, which is said to have been written by Sika Bayye and cost thousands of dollars. It was written by a great monk a few years ago."

Fa Kong smiled as usual, but his heart moved.

Chu Yu said: "I have also read the Amitabha Sutra. It is no different from ordinary Buddhist sutras. I really don't see any mystery. Monk Fakong, do you know how mysterious it is? Is it really unpredictable?"

"It's very rare to be able to see the handwriting of a generation of monks and get a glimpse of their style," Fa Kong smiled: "It is a great fate for the princess to obtain this scripture. It seems that she has a fate with my Buddha."

"Unfortunately, this fate cannot save the concubine." Chu Yu sighed, turned his head to look at the direction of the Daxiong Hall of Daleiyin Temple, and showed a confused look: "I often wonder if the concubine's piety is worth it, but the concubine is very firm. , said the Buddha would definitely save her."

As he spoke, his face was pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye it was like applying a layer of lime powder.

Fa Kong looked solemn and helpless.

Shaking his head secretly.

It seems that this little prince has put a lot of effort into understanding himself, and knows that he likes the Sutra of Sika Bay.

And deliberately fell ill in his own vitriol.

First use profit to lure your heart, and then use illness to lure yourself into sympathy, forcing yourself to cast the Rejuvenation Mantra, it's really a good plan.

Fa Kong suddenly shouted: "Commander Zhao, Mr. Lu, hurry up, Young Master Chu, he..."

He knew that Zhao Huaishan and the others must have been instructed, and they didn't come on purpose, so he couldn't say hello.

Intentionally ignoring the details, maybe they could take advantage of their concern and cause chaos, forcing them to run over.

At that time, they can help Chu Yu go back and break the situation in front of them.

"They're not here." Chu Yu supported the table and smiled lazily.

Fa Kong looked at the direction of the Jingshe over there, and shook his head helplessly: "Aren't you afraid that you will be in danger?"

It seems that this move was expected, so it was as stable as a rock, and it was hard to come by.

It's no use screaming your throat.

"This is Daleiyin Temple, what danger can happen, is it possible that someone will assassinate me? Haha...cough cough cough..." Chu Yu smiled and began to cough.

Fa Kong was very disapproving of his risk of taking his own life: "Chu Gongzi, the son of a thousand gold can't sit down."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Chu Yu coughed non-stop in one breath, his face blushing from coughing.

Fa Kong said: "There should be medicine, right? Take it quickly."

"Cough cough cough cough... cough cough... cough cough cough cough..." Chu Yu coughed and waved his hand.

"No medicine?"

"Cough, it's a three-part poison, it's useless and harmful, I have no cure for this disease...kekekeke..." Chu Yu coughed more violently.

I really want to cough out my lungs.

Coughing out of breath.

He was lying on the stone table with a cough, clutching his chest, his handsome face wrinkled into a ball.

Fa Kong watched calmly, shook his head and said nothing.

He didn't close his eyes, he didn't recite the Buddhist scriptures, he just watched Chu Yu's tragic cough.

After half an hour, the cough stopped.

Chu Yu was lying on the stone table like a gossamer, motionless, his handsome face was pale and numb, and his heart was like ashes.

Fakon poured out the cold tea and poured another one.

Steaming hot, fragrant floating.

Gently pushed it to Chu Yu: "Drink a sip of tea to moisten your throat."

Chu Yu sat upright with difficulty, holding the tea cup with his left hand trembling.

Trembling non-stop, the lid and the body of the cup lightly tapped.

He took a sip and let out a long sigh of relief. UU read www. uukanshu.com seems to have died again and again.

Putting down the tea cup, he shook his head: "The monk is so cruel."

"In the whirling world, all living beings suffer." Fa Kong smiled: "Compared to dying from starvation, suffering from pain, falling to death, stabbing to death, or being bitten to death by wild animals, what is the cough of Young Master Chu?"

"...It makes sense." Chu Yu felt that he was speechless.

Looking away, the Fa Kong in front of him is more ruthless and more difficult to deal with than he imagined.

Fa Kong took a light sip of tea: "Young Master Chu, my yard is cold. You are weak now, so you shouldn't be here. You should go back to the Jingshe."

"Monk, are you chasing a guest?" Chu Yu put down the tea cup and stared coldly at Fa Kong.

"How dare you." Fa Kong smiled: "It's my fault that Young Master Chu is sick again."

"It doesn't matter if you're sick, monk, aren't you good at mantras? One mantra cured me."

At this time, Chu Yu of course understood that his calculations had been seen through, and he made a decisive decision, so he simply confronted each other.

"What if it's not cured?" Fa Kong smiled and said, "Young Master Chu, please—!"

"It turns out that you're worried that it won't be cured." Chu Yu smiled and waved his hand: "If it can't be cured, it won't be cured. Anyway, all the imperial doctors and genius doctors are out of their hands, and they have never been cured."

"What if it's worse?" Fa Kong said.

Chu Yu smiled and said, "Impossible?"

Fakong smiled.

Chu Yu was thoughtful.

He thought he had figured out Fakong's scruples.

Originally, I had always wondered why Fa Kong was hiding and hiding, but it turned out to be a lot of worries and caution.

Fakong put down the tea cup, got up slowly, and acted as a gesture of seeing off guests.

Chu Yu tightened his sable fur again, and said lazily: "Monk, let's just open up and talk about it, how can you make a move?"