Longevity

"Hey!" Lin Feiyang curled his lips and said, "Just staring at such a golden bowl, can you become a rank one?"

Fanin also had an expression of disbelief.

But he was kind and didn't say it.

Lin Feiyang didn't care: "Old monk, you can really fool yourself. If you can become a first-ranker by staring at such a golden bowl, what kind of gong do you need to practice? Then how did the owner of this golden bowl leak out the golden bowl? First-rank!"

"What do you know!" The old monk Huiling said angrily: "Xiao Linzi, you are just a frog in the well. You don't understand anything, and you think you understand well."

"Then old monk, tell me, how can you become a first-class?"

"If the first grade can be explained clearly, then it is not the first grade!" The old monk Huiling said proudly: "It can only be understood, not expressed in words, do you understand?"

"don't know."

"Deadwood!"

"Old monk, you are just talking nonsense." Lin Feiyang was not convinced: "Tell me, if I stare at this golden bowl, can I become a first-class?"

"The thing you practiced is not the same as ours." The old monk Huiling waved his hand: "It's better for you to comprehend it yourself, I guess, you have no hope in your life, or give up!"

"Old monk, you are holding grudges and attacking me on purpose, aren't you!" Lin Feiyang hummed, "Small belly!"

"It doesn't matter if I have a small belly chicken intestine or not, anyway, you don't want to be a good one!"

"It's just a grudge!"

"Can't get into the first grade!"

"Grudge!"

"Can't get into the first grade!"

The two of them stared at each other, saying one sentence to another.

Fa Kong stared at Jinbo, Xu Qingluo also stared, Faning and Zhou Yang also stared curiously.

Let's see what the mystery of this golden bowl is.

The old monk Huiling is not very reliable in his work, but his cultivation is high and his eyesight is also formidable. It is impossible for him to praise a golden bowl like this for no reason.

But they just couldn't see the beauty of it.

Xu Qingluo simply visualized it in her mind, but she couldn't visualize it. She blinked with big eyes: "Master, it's really weird."

Fakong looked at her.

Xu Qingluo said: "I can't imagine it in my mind."

Fa Kong closed his eyes and tried to visualize it, but the visualization came out without any hindrance, but he felt a faint rhythm.

Xu Qingluo kept Fakong's eyes closed, thinking that Fakong was reluctantly contemplating, and asked softly, "Master, right?"

"Look again and try to visualize it."

"Okay." Xu Qingluo agreed, staring at the golden bowl carefully, from top to bottom, from left to right, then got up and lay down on the mouth of the bowl, seeing the prayer inside, she couldn't help but read in a low voice. :"Reborn curse…"

She also knows prayers.

Fakong taught her by the way, and she remembered it without forgetting, and when she saw the prayer above, she read it.

But after reading the name, the following ones couldn't be read out, as if there was an invisible force stopping her.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Fa Kong closed his eyes and said, "You are still weak, so don't force yourself to read, lest you hurt yourself."

"Yes, Master." Xu Qingluo agreed.

She could now conclude that the golden bowl was indeed extraordinary.

There are prayers.

Is this an ancient thing?

No wonder the ancestors cherished it so much.

She glanced at the old monk Huiling who was still stumbling with Lin Feiyang, and said with a smile, "Ancestor, do you recognize the words on it?"

"Do you recognize it?"

"Hee hee..." Xu Qingluo chuckled lightly and closed her eyes to stop talking.

The old monk Huiling couldn't care less about arguing with Lin Feiyang, stared at Qi Wen for a long time, and finally shook his head.

He remembered the words that Fa Kong wrote to him at the beginning, which were very similar to these words. He recommended Weng Jingyuan, and Fa Kong went to Weng Jingyuan.

It seems that he has learned this word and passed it on to Xiao Qingluo.

He was scratching like a cat.

Looking at Xu Qingluo from time to time.

But Xu Qingluo closed her big eyes and didn't move, as if she was in a state of tranquility, and he didn't want to be disturbed.

Zhou Yang felt bored after watching it for a while, so he simply stopped watching.

Fanin didn't think there was anything mysterious.

Although his aptitude is high, his cultivation is not enough, and he cannot touch the mystery, which takes time to accumulate.

Fa Kong is so young, he has reached such a state, and he almost touches the first grade, because the accumulation is rich enough.

The rich accumulation comes from the memory beads he has obtained, and he has experienced too many lives.

The normal age to enter the first grade of a great master is usually around sixty years old, and it takes a few years to have a real and clear understanding of life.

In Xu Qingluo's mind, a golden bowl was looming, like a candle in the wind that would go out at any time.

She tried her best not to let it disappear, and her mental power was constantly urging, and she visualized and depicted the appearance of the golden bowl.

But Jinbo's visualization was too exhausting, she gradually felt powerless, and watched it gradually blur.

Fa Kong suddenly opened his eyes, and the index finger of his left hand lightly touched the center of her eyebrows.

Xu Qingluo's spirit was instantly lifted, and the golden bowl that was about to collapse suddenly became clear and real.

A clear "ding" sound suddenly sounded in her mind, as if someone tapped the golden bowl.

Immediately, my mind became clear.

The Dharma body, which had been sitting quietly cross-legged in the void of his mind, suddenly brightened slightly.

This little Xu Qingluo has been condensed but not solid, clear is clear, but not firm enough.

The golden bowl slowly floated towards the Dharma body, and then slowly merged into the Dharma body.

Immediately, she felt inexplicably solid, as if the Dharmakaya was completely integrated with herself.

Oneself is the law body, and the law body is oneself.

She immediately knew that her first step had been thoroughly practiced, and her body was solid.

The next step is to start condensing fetal breath!

She opened her eyes excitedly, her big eyes shining brightly, and said excitedly, "Thank you Master, Master, I have completed the third floor."

Fakong nodded in satisfaction.

"What third floor?" Zhou Yang asked.

Xu Qingluo glanced at him sideways: "Junior brother, work hard, you will be surpassed by me soon!"

"Humph." Zhou Yang was disdainful.

According to her lazy spirit, how could she surpass herself!

Fa Kong looked at Monk Huiling: "Uncle Master, you have indeed gained a lot."

He captured the intangible rhythm, as if it contained the principle of heaven and earth, and the world in front of him suddenly became different.

The monk Huiling said, "This shows that you are very savvy, and it will be almost the same after looking at it for a while."

"Uncle Shi, put it away, I have already memorized it, just look inside."

"Okay." The monk Huiling happily agreed, picked it up quickly, jumped into the air, sat on the crossbar that struck the bell, and watched and played carefully.

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Grand Palace

Lingyun Palace

King Xin Chuxiang hurriedly came to the outside of Lingyun Palace.

Two palace maids in colorful clothes were guarding the palace gate, and when they saw Lord Xin, they hurriedly saluted.

"Is the fifteenth sister in the palace?"

"My lord, the princess is here."

"I'll go in and have a look." Chu Xiang waved his hand: "No need to report."

"Yes." The maids of the two palaces bowed again.

Chu Xiang suddenly looked up at the sky.

The sky was no longer blue.

It is already late autumn, and the autumn wind is blowing.

Although he is a great master, he is not invaded by cold and heat, but he still feels the cold.

In particular, the buildings in the palace are square and tidy, and there is no obstruction between the palace and the wall, instead forming wind ducts, making the autumn wind stronger.

The late autumn in the palace is a bit more desolate than outside.

He shook his head and thought of Xu Yuyi's words.

Xu Yuyi was very familiar with him. He was in charge of treating the princess Xu Miaoru at the beginning. Although he was not cured, he has been able to maintain his strength by relying on his medical skills, which is also a great contribution. Chu Xiang is deeply grateful and thanked him many times.

The two had an excellent friendship without knowing it.

So this time, Yuyi Xu told him the truth.

The fifteenth princess may not survive this winter or the New Year.

Thinking of this, Chu Xiang felt heavier and heavier.

Chongqing stepped slowly into the palace gate, turned around the screen and came to the vestibule, where he saw an Arhat bed in the vestibule, leaning against a slender and graceful beautiful woman.

Dressed in the Moon White House costume, her beautiful face was as pale as paper, and her frowning eyebrows were gloomy and haggard.

Even in the late autumn, the place is still full of greenery, most of which are planted with precious exotic pine trees, which are evergreen throughout the year.

She doesn't like flowers and plants withered, so she has been planting pine trees, all kinds of pine trees.

There were two palace maids in colorful clothes sitting beside her.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, there was still childishness on his face, and he was gently shaking her fan.

In this late autumn, it is cool and cool, and the beautiful women feel that they are in the hot summer and still feel hot.

"Ninth brother." She nodded lightly and said lazily, "I won't stand up and salute."

"You, Jing said this." Chu Xiang said angrily: "What kind of salute are our brothers and sisters doing, just fell ill?"

"Well, there was a game just now." Fifteenth Princess Chu Ling said lazily, "I'm used to it."

"Look at this." Chu Xiang carefully took out the rejuvenation spell from his arms and handed it to Chu Ling.

Chu Ling waved his hand.

A little palace maid next to her put down her fan, took the rejuvenation spell and handed it to Chu Ling.

Chu Ling stretched out her slender hand to catch it, and glanced at it a few times: "Is it a Buddhist mantra? Well, a rejuvenation mantra?"

"Fifteen sister, you actually know the rejuvenation spell."

"It is said that the rejuvenation mantra of God Monk Fakong is very wonderful, and it has cured a serious illness." Chu Ling smiled lightly and said lightly, "You have made a great contribution to Jiu Ge."

"You know that too?"

"I heard it when the father and the queen were chatting." Chu Ling said: "I am a dying person, they have nothing to hide."

"Don't talk nonsense, what's not to die for!" Chu Xiang's heart was slightly sour, and he glared at her angrily: "Since you know Master Fakong's rejuvenation mantra, it's easy to handle, recite this mantra well, or it may have miraculous effects."

He glanced at the two little palace maids.

Chu Ling waved her plain hand gently: "Xiaoxing Xiaoyue, you all step back."

"Yes, princess." The two little palace maids stepped back respectfully.

Suddenly, only Chu Xiang and Chu Ling were left in the vestibule.

Chu Xiang approached and lowered his voice: "Sister Fifteen, in three days it will be Master Fakong's blessing ceremony. I will take you there quietly, and Master Fakong will definitely be able to cure you."

"Ninth Brother..." Chu Ling showed a faint mockery, as if mocking his own destiny: "I am not sick~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but a serious illness and aggravated injury, and it is not just an obsession, in short, it is a mess, It is already terminally ill and there is no cure."

"Shh! Be quieter! ... Haven't you heard of Master Fakong's Rejuvenation Mantra?" Chu Xiang lowered his voice: "You should know that Master Fakong's rejuvenation mantra is amazing, whether it's an illness or an injury, it can be cured. of."

"The Rejuvenation Mantra can cure diseases, I know that, it heals wounds..."

"Fifteenth sister!" Chu Xiang was anxious: "Do you listen to me?"

"Of course you have to listen to what Brother Jiu has to say."

"Then do as I say!" Chu Xiang lowered his voice and said, "I'm sure I can cure you!"

"Ninth brother..."

"Don't talk too much!" Chu Xiang said, "In the beginning, your sister-in-law's illness, and Princess Jingbei's illness, were all incurable, but Master Fakong couldn't help it! Your illness is the same, Master Fakong. It can be cured!"

"Okay." Chu Ling saw him in a hurry, knowing that his temper was coming up, and he couldn't be hard at this time.

"Okay, that's it, recite and hold according to this rejuvenation mantra, don't lose this piece of paper."

"Ninth brother, I have already memorized the rejuvenation spell."

In order to cure the disease, I have thought of all kinds of methods. When I heard the magic of Fakong's rejuvenation mantra, I also found this mantra and recited it for more than ten days.

Unfortunately, it has been ineffective, so I gave up.

"This piece of paper is very important." Chu Xiang lowered his voice: "Don't throw it away, this is Fu Yin."

"Yeah." Chu Ling replied lazily.