"Thank you, Master!" The beautiful middle-aged woman tithes her.

Weng Jingyuan looked complicated.

Fakong smiled and said: "I also want to ask for something from Sir Weng, so there is no need to thank you. Sir Weng, let's start now."

Weng Jingyuan looked at the old lady.

I found that she was still in good spirits and showed no signs of returning to her former glory, so I just wanted to stay here for a while to see what changes the old lady had.

Xu Enzhi smiled and said: "Master, what do you want to teach me?"

Weng Jingyuan waved his hand impatiently.

Xu Eunzhi smiled and said: "I can't learn, but my teacher still has some tricks up his sleeve."

"You are too impatient to learn this!" Weng Jingyuan snorted: "If you want to learn, give it another thirty years."

He got up and took Fa Kong through the moon gate to the side courtyard, then went north through the moon gate and came to a courtyard.

A piece of green bamboo was gently swaying under the wall in the courtyard, making a slight rustling sound.

This courtyard is extremely quiet.

Weng Jingyuan pushed open the door of the main hall. Inside were several rows of museum shelves filled with various books and some strange things.

There are tiles, stones, animal teeth, stone tablets, copper sheets, gold slips, and bronze medals.

Weng Jingyuan passed between the museum shelves, came to the red sandalwood desk, and flipped through the bookshelf behind the desk.

One wall is lined with museum shelves, which are filled with layers of books, including ancient books and unique copies.

He finally took out a book, but it was a yellowed silk book. He flipped through it and handed it to Fakong: "I compiled this many years ago and have been trying to find someone to pass it on. It's a pity..."

Fakong took it over.

Weng Jingyuan continued: "This prayer is too mysterious, with just over 300 words. For us scholars, we should be able to remember it overnight. It's a pity..."

He shook his head: "I can't remember any of them. I just spent a lot of energy to remember them. I forgot them as soon as I remembered them. I had to work hard to remember them."

Fakong nodded, opened the first page, and immediately frowned.

Invisible forces are resisting memory. What I see with my eyes, but there is nothing in my mind.

He raised his head and glanced at Weng Jingyuan: "Can't you remember?"

"It's really wonderful." Fakong said.

Weng Jingyuan smiled proudly and said: "These are prayers. It is said that each prayer contains mysterious power, which can connect the heaven and the earth and command all the powers of the heaven and the earth!"

He immediately faded his smile and shook his head: "It's a pity that this is just a myth and legend. I know this article, but I don't see any strange power."

Fakong smiled.

In his mind, a bit of light escaped from the halo, split into two points in the air, and landed on the eyes of the Medicine Buddha statue.

clairvoyance.

Under the clairvoyance, every prayer seems to come alive, spinning, twisting and changing all the time.

It has invisible power flowing through it.

The next moment, it suddenly stopped motionless.

Its appearance suddenly appeared in Fakong's mind.

This is what is remembered.

"I spent a month thinking about every word here, thinking about it day and night, writing it over and over again, and finally I remembered it."

Fakong nodded and continued to read the second word.

It still seemed to be alive, with invisible power flowing, and the next moment it suddenly stopped and was remembered by him.

Fakong felt that there was something mysterious in it, but he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he had to remember it first.

After flipping through twelve pages in one breath, he closed them with satisfaction. Unknowingly, he had consumed eight points of faith.

He raised his head and looked at Weng Jingyuan in surprise.

I had to use my clairvoyance and even expend the power of faith to remember these 380 prayers.

Weng Jingyuan has no supernatural powers or the power of faith, but his martial arts cultivation has reached the divine realm.

It seems that it is because of the Shenyuan realm that I can remember these prayers.

But he also understood why Weng Jingyuan had lost all the innate vitality in his body. He was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. He still seemed to be at the level of the divine element, but he couldn't have sex.

The root of it all comes from this prayer.

It consumed too much of Weng Jingyuan's soul power, so the essence was exhausted, as if it had been drained.

This Weng Jingyuan is indeed a ruthless person, he actually forced himself to do this.

"Ahem..." Weng Jingyuan shook his head and sighed: "Actually, I just wanted to kill time and relieve my emotions."

At that time, his daughter died young, and he fell into great grief and could not extricate himself, so he used prayers to distract his attention.

When you memorize all the prayers, your mood gradually calms down.

Everyone has his own destiny, and Nannan is this destiny. There is no way to change it against the will of God.

Besides, just leaving like this, not seeing the dangers in the world, not suffering any harm in the world, is not necessarily a bad thing.

Fakong said slowly: "I admire you."

Weng Jingyuan showed a wry smile: "This book... Master, take it, no one else is interested in learning it."

Fakong pondered for a moment and took it.

He was worried that he might forget it again. This prayer was indeed very mysterious and strange.

So it was stored directly in the Kalachakra Pagoda, and it was foolproof.

——

He returned to the annex of Jingang Temple, where Xu Qingluo was having fun with Lin Feiyang and old monk Huiling, and crisp laughter could be heard from time to time, spreading throughout the annex.

Seeing Fakong's thoughtful expression and Xu Enzhi's relaxed and happy expression, Lin Feiyang knew that things were going well.

The old monk Huiling was dressed as a tiger and pounced on Xu Qingluo.

Xu Qingluo's dexterous dodges were dangerous after danger.

Lin Feiyang was waiting for an opportunity to throw a ball. Xu Qingluo wanted to catch the ball before the old monk Huiling.

The three of them had a great time.

Two little boys were tugging at Mrs. Xu's clothes, looking at her with envy, eager to join in, but they couldn't play at all.

The old monk Huiling's movements were extremely fast and his momentum was really like that of a tiger, but Xu Qingluo could always avoid him at the last moment, as if Xu Qingluo knew his movements in advance.

After Fakong and Xu Enzhi came back, the three of them stopped.

"Abbott, have you accepted this little girl as your disciple?" Monk Huiling, his face glowing red, came up to him with a smile and asked, "You have good eyesight, you are worthy of being the abbot!"

Fakong patted Xu Qingluo's head as she rushed towards him: "Uncle, I'm just a registered disciple."

"It's a pity that our Vajra Temple cannot accept female disciples, nor can other monasteries. Otherwise, a phoenix will really appear."

He tilted his head and thought about it: "Then it's okay to be a registered disciple. It's your art anyway, don't give it to Mingyue An!"

Fa Kong smiled and nodded.

He really had no intention of letting Xu Qingluo practice Mingyue'an martial arts.

After all, once you practice, you will have to cut off your sexual desires.

Zhou Yu has no father or mother around him, and he can't take him with him, so he feels most at ease with Lian Xue.

Lian Xue is as gentle as water and is the most suitable master for Zhou Yu.

Not so with Xu Qingluo.

She has her parents here and doesn't have to take care of herself, so there is no need to learn the martial arts of Mingyue An.

When Xu Enzhi pulled the pouting Xu Qingluo and Mrs. Xu away, he said he would come back to play again tomorrow.

Half an hour later, Lin Feiyang suddenly flashed with excitement and lowered his voice: "Monk, they are here!"

"Um--?"

"Cheng Jia and the others! Ha, there are more than fifty in total. They are so huge that they shocked everyone!"

"...Open the door." Fakong said.

"Open the door now!" Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash of excitement.

When Fakong arrived at the Main Hall, fifty-two women had already entered the gate.

They were all dressed in white clothes like snow, and their faces were covered with white gauze. Only their delicate white jaws and graceful figures could be seen.

They came to the front of the main hall and saluted Fa Kong.

Fakong smiled.
To be continued...