Longevity

Huang Yanzhi said that it was impossible for the monk of Kong to come. After all, the monk had already wandered away and would not lie.

But seeing that the temple was about to be opened, Fa Kongzhen didn't come, and he couldn't hide his disappointment.

Everyone donated to build this Zizhao Temple to express their gratitude to the God of Fakong, but they also have the idea of ​​seeing the God of Fakong again with this Zizhao Temple.

It is like building a nest in a building wood, there is a golden Qiwu, which attracts the phoenix to come.

It's a pity, now that it seems that the monk Fakong didn't come, Huang Yanzhi sighed inwardly.

Zhou Hanxu naturally understood his old friend's thoughts, glanced at him, smiled and said, "Open the temple!"

He turned around and slowly pushed open the bright red door.

In the process of pushing, under the bright sunlight, the red lacquer of the red door shone brightly and flashed in the eyes of everyone.

"Open the temple!" Everyone shouted loudly.

They cheered.

Some people donate money simply to express their gratitude, because their relatives or themselves are in desperation.

Some donate money to express their worship.

Some donated money to attract the monk Fakong.

Regardless of whether the Fakung monks come or not, the Zizhao Temple has been built, so it is possible to attract the Fakong monks.

Even disappointed, but also with high spirits.

The door opened, and people stepped into the door one after another, lining up to start offering incense in the Daxiong Palace.

The big-bellied old man at the head was short, fat, and ugly, but he was the one who donated the most money this time, Fu Yongming.

In the back, according to the amount of money donated, they line up clearly and orderly.

This is the established rule, and everyone obeys it invisibly.

As for who donated how much money, there is a stone tablet outside, which is written clearly and clearly.

Yongxuan three years in January.

All the sages in Jingchuan City admired the magical powers of Dharma and Dharma, and donated to build Zizhao Temple and Zizhao Peak to thank Master for saving all beings with Dharma.

A good man, Fu Yongming, donated 100,000 taels of silver.

The good man Jing Zhaoxing donated 10,000 taels of silver.

…

Fu Yongming, who was wearing a brocade robe and jade belt, staggered and moved slowly. He took the incense handed by Huang Yanzhi, came to the steps of the Daxiong Palace, and handed three thick sandalwood to Zhou Hanxu.

Zhou Han held up a candle and lit three sandalwood incense sticks.

Fu Yongming devoutly raised three sandalwood sticks to the top of his head, bowed three times, then inserted it into the incense burner, knelt down on the futon under the incense burner, and knocked his head heavily for nine times, making a thumping sound.

He knelt on the futon, put his palms together, and stared at the Buddha statue in the Mahavira Hall with a reverent expression, murmuring in his mouth.

Zhou Hanxu and Huang Yanzhi looked at each other and shook their heads secretly.

This old pay, bad luck wow.

At that time, when they released the Rejuvenation Mantra, Lao Fu was outside, not in Jingchuan City, and missed the hour.

Even so, they still gave Lao Fu's family a rejuvenation spell to use when Lao Fu came back.

After Lao Fu returned, the monk Fakong had already left.

Even if he missed the blessing ceremony of the monk Fakong, he could not receive the rejuvenation mantra to cure the terminally ill.

But he enshrined the rejuvenation mantra paper and recited the rejuvenation mantra ninety-nine times a day, and it actually worked.

Therefore, Lao Fu was so devout to the monk Fakong that he could be regarded as a fanatic, and he donated so much money.

Although the line at the back was long, they did not urge Fu Yongming.

Everyone knows his bad luck.

It was only one step away, and I missed the Fakong monk perfectly, and this time the blessing ceremony was missed.

Otherwise, Fu Yongming now has no terminal illness, and he will not have only one year to live.

Rich enough to rival the city, but only one year to live.

Under such circumstances, Fu Yongming's actions were not as gentle as they used to be, and gradually became more aggressive.

People can experience this feeling.

If you replace yourself, you will go crazy.

Fu Yongming closed his eyes for a moment, struggling to stand up, but was helped by Zhou Hanxu.

He comforted: "Old Fu, don't worry, isn't the monk's rejuvenation spell paper effective?"

Fu Yongming squeezed out a wry smile on his ugly face and nodded: "I just wish I couldn't meet the monk, it might be my life."

He shook his head: "The old man is also a kind and generous person. Is it a debt from a previous life?"

He immediately said: "The face of this Buddha is the divine monk Fakong, right?"

"Similar." Zhou Hanxu nodded lightly: "You can't talk nonsense, so as not to cause trouble for the gods and monks."

If you build your own image and worship it by people, it is against the righteousness of Buddhism and will be opposed by the audience and monks.

People worship the Buddha, not a certain monk. When the Buddha statue is built into its own shape, it is a self-comparison to the Buddha.

This is arrogance.

Fu Yongming nodded slowly: "I understand naturally, take me to see other places."

"Our Zizhao Temple is mainly the Mahavira Hall. It is a place to express gratitude and admiration for the big guys. Other buildings, because of the rush of time, were built a little rough, and we have to continue to build them."

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"Let me see."

"Then pay you to take a walk around."

"Okay, you guys are busy." Fu Yongming waved his fat hands, staggered to the side hall next to him, and then walked through a courtyard to the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion.

The Sutra Collection Pavilion was built generously, and it was full of Buddhist scriptures, all donated by believers in the city.

Then there is the abbot's yard.

The abbot's yard was very delicately built, and it was well-built. Although the time was short, it was not perfunctory, and instead made great efforts.

This is due to the joint efforts of all the wealthy gentry in Jingchuan City to invite brilliant craftsmen.

The power of one city, the unity of one heart, the effect is extremely amazing.

He watched it carefully, and wrote down which parts were not detailed enough, and he would have to explain and revise them later.

He stopped when he came to the flowerbed.

His eyes wandered over the flowers, coming and going, watching them lively, beautiful and brilliant.

His dull eyes showed melancholy.

After such a splendid bloom, it will wither immediately. Is there no way anyone in the world can avoid withering?

From a farm boy, he became the richest man in Jingchuan City in one breath.

He has also been brilliant, and he has been like these flowers, full of energy and high-spirited.

However, no matter how much money, no matter how strategic the head, no matter how many beauties, no matter how many children, it is still nothing.

When I was young, I worked too hard and lost my body. Later, I made up too much, resulting in a terminal illness, and the medicine stone was ineffective.

He also went to Tianjin to invite a genius doctor, and even invited all the genius doctors of Dayong.

The result is still the same, the medicine stone is ineffective, and the recovery is weak.

This is life.

I have to accept my fate, and make arrangements for the aftermath.

My own family, once I die, I am afraid that these family wealth cannot be kept and need to be dispersed.

Let them have their own way of retreat, lest they be swallowed up in one bite.

Among them, a few children have to be abandoned, a few children are covered, and hope is left for the Fu family.

The choice among them is a huge torment for the mind.

However, at this time, the monk Fakong appeared and gave himself infinite hope.

Especially when reciting the rejuvenation mantra, through the talisman paper, you can feel the warm power flowing into your body.

There was even a hint of peace in the riddled body.

This body is riddled with holes, and I can clearly feel that the vitality is rapidly passing, and it can't last for too long.

But now, there is actually a warm vitality that begins to replenish.

Although far less than the rate of loss.

However, this has been able to delay his own death. Originally, he could not last for a year. With this, he is expected to last for a year.

The longer you hold on, the more calmly you can arrange yourself, and you can also surprise your opponents.

But if Monk Fakong takes action personally, he is expected to recover.

How can I ask the monk Fakong to do it in person?

This one hundred thousand taels of silver is sincerity.

I have already sent people out to look for the footprints of the gods and monks everywhere. Once they are found, they will look for them immediately.

Personally plead, hope is greatly increased.

At this time, silver can be given up compared to life and health.

As long as your mind is there, you don't have to worry about running out of money.

But he is gone, where is the money?

He slowly stretched out his fat hands, wearing a jade ring on each of his short fingers, each ring glowing with light, it was a rare gem.

The chubby hand slowly approached a flower. This flower has yellow petals. Only one petal is yellow, and the rest are still bright.

The short fat hand gently took off the dead petal.

Looking at the still bright flowers, a smile appeared on his ugly face.

Just at this moment, a warm nectar poured down his head and poured into his body instantly.

He looked dazed and in a trance, and he didn't know where he was or whether he had returned to his mother's womb.

When he woke up, he found that his body full of holes had been repaired, as if he had returned to his 30s in an instant, and found a strong feeling.

He looked up at the sky, looking for the location where the nectar had fallen, and there was a faint golden light in the sky.

There were cheers from the front yard, one after another, and then there were shouts of "Thank you gods, thank you gods".

His eyes were suddenly drawn to the flowerbed.

Looking straight at the flowerbed.

But seeing that all the flowers in the flowerbed are blooming, even the flowers that have been plucked by themselves have returned to their blooming appearance.

A hundred flowers are blooming, competing for beauty.

His heart was full of shock.

Even if I heard people say how miraculous the situation was at that time, all the people in the city who held the talisman were healed without medicine.

But hearing is false, seeing is believing, and what you hear is never as powerful as what you see with your own eyes.

The strangeness of his own body, the strange appearance of the flowers blooming in front of him, gave him a strong shock.

He walked to the front of the Daxiong Hall with vigorous steps, and saw that the temple was already crowded with people, and people no longer lined up and squeezed in directly.

People fell to their knees one after another, regardless of whether there was a futon or not, and bowed to the Buddha statue in the Mahavira Hall.

The scene was extremely frenetic for a while~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He walked through the crowd with difficulty, came to Huang Yanzhi and Zhou Hanxu on the steps, clasped his fists and said, "Old Huang Lao Zhou, is the monk here?"

The two shook their heads.

"Divine monk didn't come? Then...?" He pointed to himself, and then to the people who were kneeling on the ground: "Why did you use the Rejuvenation Mantra to save us?"

Huang Yanzhi and Zhou Hanxu pointed to the Buddha statue in the Mahavira Hall.

I saw the Buddha statue is exuding a hazy golden light.

In particular, the vertical pupils between the eyebrows are extraordinarily bright and attractive.

Zhou Hanxu said: "The monk has already blessed the rejuvenation mantra on this Buddha statue. Once all sentient beings make enough vows, they can activate the rejuvenation mantra. All sentient beings within the Zizhao Temple will receive the rejuvenation mantra, once a month."

"Look, look!" Someone exclaimed outside the temple.

Chapter 775 Miracles (One More)