"Okay." Lin Feiyang agreed honestly.

While eating at Guanyun Tower, Fa Kong met many people who asked him if he was going to cast Buddhist spells to induce rain the day after tomorrow at the disaster victims' camp outside the east gate.

Fakong admitted frankly.

Lin Feiyang suddenly stood up and said in a loud voice: "You don't need to come here to ask anymore. Yes, Master Fakong will cast Buddhist spells and make clouds and rain in front of the victims' camp outside the east city gate at noon the day after tomorrow. If you go

Watch, don't forget to bring an umbrella, and it's best to wear a raincoat to avoid getting sick from the rain."

Everyone immediately started talking.

Lin Feiyang said: "Anyone who is curious, doubtful, disbelieving, or finds it ridiculous can go and have a look."

He continued: "The Vajra Buddhas in the outer courtyard of our Vajra Temple are the great achievers who have attained Vajra. They are not the illusory Buddhas and ancestors of other families. The golden bodies of these Buddhas are still in the Vajra Temple in the Snow Mountain. They are absolutely real and unreal.

Imaginary!"

"Ahem." Fakong coughed twice, signaling that it was enough to stop and don't go too far.

This kind of pulling and stepping is too troublesome.

"Okay, let's not talk anymore." Lin Feiyang worked hard for the pilgrims, and finally said loudly: "You can go to the outer courtyard to offer incense and see the majesty of the Buddhas of the Vajra Temple. Although it is only one-tenth of the real golden body

, it’s enough to appreciate its style!”

People became more and more curious, and some asked Lin Feiyang what the names of these Buddhas were and what the Vajra realm was.

Fakong then explained it to them eloquently.

He speaks in a dazed manner, and you can tell at a glance that he is not a smart person, so he is easier for people to trust.

Fakong shook his head, too lazy to stop.

He felt that Lin Feiyang was more worried than himself, the abbot, and always wanted to increase the number of pilgrims. He wished that everyone in Shenjing would become pilgrims in the outer courtyard of Jingang Temple.

Even if you are greedy, you are not tired.

By the time they left Guanyun Tower, the news had spread completely, and most people knew that Master Fa Kong, the abbot of Vajra Temple, was going to cast a Buddhist mantra to pray for rain.

It is not uncommon in Shenjing for eminent monks to open an altar to pray for rain. Many eminent monks have done this.

An altar was set up in the temple for pilgrims to chant sutras together and ask the Buddha to bless the rains to relieve the drought of all living beings.

Unfortunately, none has been successful so far.

At the beginning, it was very vigorous, but later there were only a few people who responded. The pilgrims also learned a lot and were completely disappointed.

Now Fa Kong comes again.

Most of the people became interested.

If it hadn't been for the heavy rain in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple, most people would not believe it or even bother to pay attention.

After that heavy rain, people were suspicious, curious and eager, hoping that he really had such ability.

When Fakong returned to the outer courtyard, he saw the fifty-four embroiderers from the Mingyue Embroidery Tower lining up in front. They were dressed in white as snow and covered their faces with white scarves. They were graceful and graceful.

When they saw Fakong, they saluted together. The power of more than a hundred faiths entered the light wheel, making Fakong secretly sigh with relief.

What he needs most now is the power of faith.

If they don't come over today, he will go to Mingyue Xiulou to see them and gain the power of faith.

When he came to the front yard, he saw the old monk Huiling and another old monk who was as tall and tall as a pine tree playing chess at the stone table beside the release pond.
Chapter completed!