Longevity

The voice was peaceful and quiet, but it sounded like thunder in her ears.

Her bright eyes suddenly lit up, then returned to normal, smiled at Fa Kong, and opened her mouth lightly, silently.

But her voice came into Fakong's ears: "Master is really good, it can really break my mind."

She was certain that her Taishang Wangjijing really couldn't cover Fakong's celestial vision, and it was no wonder that she was defeated.

Fa Kong smiled and nodded, his lips did not move, and his voice sounded in Yang Shuangting's ear: "Sect Master Yang is really in good spirits."

"Master, do you want to come and sit together?"

"No need, the poor monk bids farewell."

"I won't send you far." Yang Shuangting said coldly.

"Hee hee, Sister Yang, what are you looking at?" A round-faced girl leaned over to the window and looked out.

Her round and big eyes turned around, glanced, and finally landed on Fa Kong.

The purple gold cassock fluttered along with the willow branches, but he stood firmly on the embankment, standing under the willow tree, his thin figure was straight and straight, and calm as a mountain, which could not be ignored.

She said in surprise: "Hey, a monk? Hee hee, Sister Yang, are you looking at this monk?"

Yang Shuangting stared at Fa Kong and said lightly, "A very strange monk."

"It's weird." The round-faced girl's beautiful face was filled with curiosity: "The monk is still here to join in the fun?"

This Zhongling Lake is purely a place to play, and it is very lively, and the place where monks are often keen is the ancient temple in the deep mountains.

This interferes with their renunciation.

"It's a flower monk." Yang Shuangting's beautiful face was cold, and a smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

"Hee hee..." The round-faced girl smiled, beckoned, and greeted the other four girls over to watch together.

The six beautiful faces all came close to the window of the painting boat, staring at Fa Kong.

Fakong stood quietly under the willow tree, admiring the beautiful Zhongling Lake under the sunset.

This is the beauty of the world, so beautiful that it breaks my heart and wants to cry.

His heart was filled with emotion, he took a long breath, looked over to the painting boat, and saw six beautiful faces, which added a bit of beauty to this beautiful lake.

He smiled slightly, and his figure disappeared without a trace.

"Huh?" All the girls exclaimed in surprise.

They turned their heads to look at each other to confirm if they were dazzled, if there really was a monk before.

"This monk is really weird." The round-faced girl said in surprise, "Sister Yang, do you recognize him?"

"En." Yang Shuangting nodded lightly.

"Who is it?"

"Fakong God Monk."

"Fakong...God Monk"

"Ah?! Is that the Fakung monk?!"

"Well, it's that monk Fakong."

"Ah!" The round-faced girl suddenly screamed.

The singing and the sound of the piano are still melodious and floating, floating in the painting boat, and strands of it float out of the painting boat and spread on the lake.

"Sister Zhu, she's just a priest of Fakong." Yang Shuangting smiled at the round-faced girl: "It's not like this, is it?"

Their fathers were both high-ranking officials in Changling Mansion. There were also famous temples and eminent monks in Changling Mansion. Although they were not as good as Fakong, their Buddhist practice was also profound and Buddhist principles were profound.

Supernatural powers are not the realm of Buddhist teachings. The more obsessed with supernatural powers, the more unable to liberate them. We should not take too much attention to gods and monks.

"This is the God Monk Fakong!" Zhu Miaoying grabbed Yang Shuangting's hand and shook it vigorously: "Sister Yang, the God Monk Fakong! ... Sister Yang, do you know the God Monk Fakong?"

"Well, I heard about it."

"Then you are still so indifferent?" Zhu Miaoying stomped her feet hard, and cried out in annoyance, "We missed the Fakong monk!"

"We have no disease or disaster, and we don't need him to save us." Yang Shuangting disagreed: "Why care too much about him."

"We don't have it, but my grandmother has it." Zhu Miaoying stomped her feet and said uncomfortably: "My grandmother has a terminal illness, and the medicine stone is ineffective, and she is too old, so she can't stop tossing, and she can't go to the Shenjing. If I can come, then my grandmother will be saved!"

Her eyes moistened quickly: "Grandma has loved me since she was a child. If she goes, there will be no one who really cares about me, no one who loves me!"

"..." Yang Shuangting was helpless, but she didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only reach out and pat her on the shoulder.

She didn't hear the wind at all.

Of course, she understood why there was no wind.

Zhu Miaoying's grandmother is not an ordinary person, but a prostitute from the Jingbei palace.

For Zhu Miaoying's father to hold the current official position, the relationship with her grandmother is very important. Once her grandmother died of illness, the relationship with the Jingbei palace would be cut off.

When people are in love, the tea is cool when people leave.

The Jingbei Palace's attention to this place is incomparable.

Once other officials of Changling Mansion knew that his grandmother was dying soon, their attitudes would change mysteriously.

In the officialdom, every official position is stared at by many people, and once there is a change, there will be those who will take advantage of the emptiness and fall into the trap.

The environment that Mr. Zhu faces will be dangerous.

"Sister Yang..." Zhu Miaoying hugged her and began to cry.

Not wanting to listen to the music any more, everyone gathered around, and some looked down at Liu Di out of the window, trying to find Fakong.

"Oh... it's really a pity." A melon-faced girl said softly: "If you reacted fast enough just now and ran over, maybe you can meet the monk and talk."

"If you ask a monk for help, it's impossible for a monk to die."

"Just a little bit..."

"Woo woo woo..." Zhu Miaoying burst into tears.

These days, she has been under tremendous pressure and sadness, and has been suppressing it without showing it, and even maintaining her normal appearance, enjoying singing and dancing with everyone.

But when I saw Fa Kong just now, I suddenly saw hope, but abruptly cut off this hope.

This time, she couldn't hold back any longer, and she collapsed completely.

She cried louder and louder, fell into Yang Shuangting's arms and cried wantonly, and soon wet Yang Shuangting's clothes.

Yang Shuangting patted her back helplessly, showing hesitation.

As the suzerain of the Jade Sect, she doesn't care about the life and death of the disciples of the Jade Sect, nor does she care about the fate of the Jade Sect. No matter what happens, she is calm, like an ancient well, she is a ruthless person.

But she can't be so detached and cold to the companions around her, the ones she grew up with.

Empathize with Zhu Miaoying's pain, and also grieve.

She could feel this kind of grief and helplessness, despair and helplessness. She felt this feeling when her mother died of illness.

Someone gave Zhu Miaoying an idea: "Sister Zhu, otherwise we will go to Shenjing and ask the monk Fakong to come and save the ancestors."

"That's a good idea."

"I'm afraid we won't be able to invite the Fakung monk." A gentle young man hesitated.

He saw everyone staring at him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ scratched his head and said, "It is said that if the monk Fakong does not leave the Shenjing, he must be sent to the Shenjing if he wants to save his life. Missing."

"If you can't hurry like your ancestors, why don't you just wait to die?" Another heroic man was angry.

"It is said that the **** monk is incapable of being cloned, and there is really no way to do it."

"You can ask for Shenshui, but it is a pity that Shenshui will be invalid the next day." A beautiful girl frowned and said, "Unless I can rush back to Changling from Shenjing in one day."

"Impossible, no matter how good Qinggong is, it's impossible." Everyone shook their heads.

Zhu Miaoying got up and wiped her tears. Seeing that Yang Shuangting's chest was wet, she looked at Yang Shuangting embarrassedly.

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