Xu Enzhi saw something bad and hurriedly said: "Teacher, can I still lie to you?"

"I think you are also a fool!" Weng Jingyuan said disdainfully.

Xu En knew: "Master, which of the many miracle doctors has cured Qingluo?"

"Hey." Weng Jingyuan had nothing to say.

He absolutely did not believe in supernatural powers.

The martial arts in this world are powerful, but there are no magical powers at all. They are all tricks and deceptive jokes.

Xu Enzhi shook his head helplessly and smiled sheepishly at Fa Kong.

"The poor monk Fakong has met Master Weng."

"I don't dare." Weng Jingyuan clasped his fists lightly.

Fa Kong didn't take it seriously and took out a piece of plain paper from his arms. There were three characters on the paper, which were exactly the three characters that appeared in the wordless Buddhist scriptures.

"Lord Weng, do you know me?"

Weng Jingyuan looked at it intently, his eyes firmly attached to the paper and unable to move away. The coldness on his face quickly dissipated and turned into concentration.

Fakong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, we have found the right person, Weng Jingyuan knows these three words.

Xu Enzhi stared at Weng Jingyuan.

The beautiful middle-aged woman looked at Fa Kong with a smile, waved to Xu Enzhi, got up and walked quietly to the yard next to her.

Xu Enzhi walked over quietly so as not to disturb Weng Jingyuan, and followed the middle-aged beautiful woman through the Moon Gate to the side yard.

Fakong held up the plain paper and remained motionless.

Weng Jingyuan stood up slowly, staring at these three words, getting closer step by step until he was almost touching them.

"Lord Weng!" Fa Kong shouted softly.

This soft drink was like thunder in Weng Jingyuan's mind.

Weng Jingyuan shuddered, and his bright eyes quickly dimmed, as if he had suddenly expended a huge amount of energy, and he felt haggard for a moment.

Fakong put away the plain paper and cast a heart-purifying spell.

Weng Jingyuan felt the cold spring pouring into his mind, and he instantly became energetic, and his dull eyes regained their piercing energy.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, shook his head and sighed: "What an amazing prayer."

Fa Kong perked up: "Prayer?"

"The prayers handed down from ancient times are words in mythology and were used by ancient people for prayer."

Fakong raised his eyebrows: "Does Master Weng know this article?"

"These three words are called the Curse of Moving Clouds and Distributing Rain."

"Um?"

"Do you think I made a mistake?" Weng Jingyuan chuckled and shook his head: "It's obviously three words, why did I say it was five words?"

"Please also ask Mr. Weng to clear up the confusion."

"In ancient times, there were very few words. In the later period, there were more and more words. So you understand, right?"

"I see."

Fa Kong nodded.

Weng Jingyuan said with a smile: "As expected of the abbot master, he has a good understanding. I have told many people about this, but they don't understand it at all."

Fa Kong smiled.

In fact, this is related to his experience.

As dynasties change in this world, the writing actually doesn't change much. Even the ancient texts are just written differently.

Unlike his previous life, classical Chinese and modern Chinese were completely different, so he could understand that the amount of text would change.

But people in this world have no such concept.

A brand new concept often requires breaking the original concept before it can be accepted. The stronger the original concept, the harder it is to break and the more unacceptable it is.

Fakong said: "I wonder if Master Weng can understand all the prayers?"

"Well..." Weng Jingyuan stroked his beard and smiled proudly: "If I say all of them, I dare not boast, but I can still recognize most of them. After all, there are only five or six hundred prayers. It is not difficult. But if you want to understand their meaning,

It will take a lot of effort.”

Because it has few words but rich meanings, the two prayers together may have several meanings.

It needs to be judged based on the context.

But sometimes there is no context, making it difficult to judge.

He has endured this hardship many times.

"I want to learn prayers. I wonder if Sir Weng can teach me?"

"Yes." Weng Jingyuan readily agreed: "It's rare for people in the world to be interested in prayers. Prayers are of no use, and I won't see many of them in my life. It's just for leisure, and it's good to pass the time."

Fakong shook his head and said: "For Master Weng, this prayer may not be important, but for a practicing person like the poor monk, it is of vital importance."

"Here we go again!" Weng Jingyuan snorted: "Is it possible that you can still use prayers to display magical powers?"

He had just felt something strange, and he no longer dared to treat the Dharma as an ordinary monk.

Fakong smiled and said: "Master Weng, let's wait and see. I wonder when Master Weng will have time?... Let's cure the old lady first."

As he spoke, he formed seals with his hands, and several rejuvenation spells fell on the old lady.

Wave after wave of vitality entered her body, quickly nourishing her damaged and riddled body.

Just like a land that has been dry for a long time and encounters gentle rain, she is getting better quickly.

Another example is that when a dead tree is given life, it can also sprout new shoots.

Although the old lady's body is weak, if it weren't for that weird evil spirit, her longevity would still not be exhausted.

Moreover, he discovered that the old lady's lifespan was not short, and even longer than ordinary people. This was a blessing given by God, and he could not envy her.

Weng Jingyuan stopped stroking his beard and stared at the old lady motionless.

He could clearly see the changes in the old lady.

The frowned brows slowly relaxed, as if they were relieved from the pain, and the layer of gray and choking breath quickly dissipated.

Dry and dull skin slowly regains its oiliness.

The originally fine and deep wrinkles are slowly relaxing.

He suddenly had the illusion that the old lady was getting fat, which stretched out those wrinkles.

When Fakong released his hand seal, the old lady slowly opened her eyes, sighed comfortably, and suddenly coughed violently.

"Mother!" Weng Jingyuan hurriedly stepped forward to help her.

"Cough cough cough cough..." The old lady coughed violently and was out of breath, which frightened Weng Jingyuan's face.

He turned his head and glared at Fakong.

Fakong smiled and said: "Congratulations, Mr. Weng, your daughter is fine. Just cough up this phlegm and you will be fine."

Just when Weng Jingyuan was about to retort, "Pah!" the old lady spat onto the green bricks next to her.

It's dark and thick, making you want to vomit when you look at it.

"Huh!" The old lady pushed Weng Jingyuan's hand and sat up by herself. Her sunken eyes were shining brightly and she burst into a hearty laugh: "Okay! Good, good! It's been a long time since I felt so relaxed. Master, thank you very much!"

She seemed to be asleep, but in fact she could vaguely feel it, but it was like there was an invisible force pressing on her, and she couldn't wake up.

Fakong Heshi smiled: "Congratulations, old lady."

"Haha, I should congratulate you. It's so relaxing. Even if you die immediately, I'm willing to die!" the old lady said with a smile.

She felt better than ever before, her whole body felt relaxed, as if she had suddenly become twenty years younger. At that time, she could still carry her daughter on her back and work in the fields.

Since Qianqian's death, he himself has collapsed.

She felt that she might have returned to her former glory, but death meant death. She was tired of living at such an old age, and wanted to go down there early to accompany the old man, to accompany the prisoner and take care of the prisoner.

Fakong shook his head and said: "It's not that easy for the old lady to leave. She still has at least fifty years to live."

The old lady smiled and said, "Master, you are really good at talking."

Fakong shook his head and formed a heart-purifying spell.

As soon as the Pure Heart Mantra fell, her love for life and fighting spirit against difficulties surged up, just like she had when she was young.

Nothing can knock you down, just live well while you are alive. If you die, you will just be unable to wake up from sleep!

"Thank you, Master." The old lady's eyes changed when she looked at Fakong.

She felt the power of Fa Kong's Buddhist mantra again and again.
To be continued...