Fakong said goodbye to Hu Yunxuan and suddenly appeared in Jingchuan City.

Jingchuan City is a prosperous city, only inferior to Tianjing. It is also the largest city in the south of Dayong.

Because it is located in the south, Jingchuan City is even warmer than Tianjing, and the entire city is lush and green.

Flowers and green trees cover the whole city, and everything is full of vitality.

Fakong appeared under a restaurant and looked up and down.

The building is three stories high, with carved beams and painted pillars, cornices and hanging feet, standing majestically into the sky.

The purple-brown cloth wave swayed high in the sky, and almost the entire city could see: "Lancui Tower" in three big characters...

This is obviously the best restaurant in Jingchuan City.

Fa Kong slowly boarded the restaurant.

It's sunset now.

The setting sun dyed his purple and gold cassock even more gorgeously.

He did not hide himself and allowed his cassock to attract the attention of people around him.

There were already many customers in the restaurant, and the noise could be heard.

He walked up slowly.

Two old men in brocade clothes followed Fakong and came upstairs side by side.

They originally wanted to go up to the third floor, but Fang Kong sat down directly at the window table on the first floor.

Then he also came over, stepped forward to chat, and said with a timbre: "This master looks at the stranger, I wonder which temple he comes from?"

Fa Kong stood up and said, "Poor monk Fa Kong, the abbot of Yongkong Temple in Tianjing."

"Yongkong Temple..." An old man in brocade clothes thought for a while.

"Fakong..." Another old man in brocade clothes muttered.

The first old man in gilded clothes shook his head and gained nothing.

The second old man in brocade clothes asked curiously: "Isn't it the great monk Fakong?"

Fakong smiled: "Has the reputation of the poor monk spread here?"

"Is it really the Divine Monk Fakong from Daqian?" the old man in brocade clothes said hurriedly.

Fakong nodded slowly.

"Haha, it is indeed the Divine Monk Fa Kong!" The old man in brocade clothes hurriedly folded his head and chanted the Buddha's name: "I have seen the Divine Monk!"

Fa Konghe even smiles.

Another old man in brocade clothes was dubious and stared at Fa Kong without blinking.

"You are truly lucky!"

"Haha, I have been thinking that if I am lucky enough to meet the divine monk Fa Kong in this life, my wish will be enough. I didn't expect that the Buddha would appear and my wish would be fulfilled!"

He turned around and patted his companion: "Old Zhou, your grandson is saved!"

"Is it really the divine monk Fakong?" Lao Zhou stared at Fakong nervously, his voice trembling slightly.

To them, the Divine Monk Fa Kong was a legendary figure, not to mention that the Divine Monk Fa Kong was in Daqian, so how could he come to Dayong.

Furthermore, whether the magical powers of the Divine Monk Fa Kong are real or fake, there are still two theories.

The key is that the message is so miraculous that it is beyond human ability and is like a god.

Fakong's eyes suddenly became profound, and he instantly saw through Lao Zhou and the other old man.

He nodded slightly: "That's it."

He reached out and brushed the sleeves of his cassock, beckoning them to sit down and talk.

The two old men in brocade clothes hurriedly sat down, then stood up again, signaling Fakong to sit down first.

Fakong sat down and said with a smile: "This Donor Zhou, is this Donor Huang?"

"Exactly." Huang Yanzhi nodded vigorously.

He believed more and more in Fa Kong's magical powers.

You can tell at a glance that your surname is Huang. If this isn't a magical power, what is it?

I have never met Divine Monk Fa Kong before, and this time I bumped into him by chance. It is impossible for Divine Monk Fa Kong to know me beforehand.

Fakong looked at Zhou Hanxu and said slowly: "Donor Zhou, your grandson is five years old this year. He has been unable to speak. Is he suffering from some strange disease?"

"Exactly." Zhou Hanxu nodded solemnly and said: "Master is compassionate, I wonder if you can save my grandson?"

Fakong pondered: "This is indeed a strange disease, and it is difficult for medicine and stone to work."

Zhou Hanxu nodded vigorously.

He invited many famous doctors, but they were all helpless.

After repeated hopes and disappointments, their family finally fell into despair and gave up.

Even now I no longer take medication.

Those medicines were of no use at all and instead made the child suffer.

They just hope that their children can enjoy the beauty of the world, take them out to play more, and find more delicious food and fun things.

Let him not come to this world in vain.

Every time he went home and saw his child's frail body and weak and painful expression, he felt like a knife was twisting his heart and wanted to cry.

He hated his own incompetence. No matter how much money he had, what was the use?

And his eldest son, even if he is the head of a clan, what is the use?

Faced with a child's strange disease, it is useless no matter how strong your martial arts skills are. You can only watch the child wait for death.

This anger and depression tortured him for a long time.

So I placed my thoughts on the Buddha, which could not only calm my mind, but also accumulate negative virtues for my grandson, hoping that my grandson would be reincarnated into a good family and would no longer suffer like this.

Huang Yanzhi hurriedly said: "Master's Buddhist mantra is specifically designed to cure strange diseases, right? We heard that all strange and terminal diseases in Shenjing can be cured, thanks to the power of Master's Buddhist mantra."

Fakong said: "Then let's give it a try."

After saying this, he formed a seal with his hands, looked solemn and holy, pointed toward the southwest, then released his hand seal, put his palms back into the sleeves of his cassock, and nodded gently: "Whether it succeeds or not, it depends on Lingsun's fortune."

The two of them were stunned.

Fa Kong just gestured toward the void, seemingly doing nothing.

Huang Yanzhi hesitated and said: "Master, let's go to Lao Zhou's house and have a look?"

Fakong shook his head: "I've already used the rejuvenation spell. If it doesn't work, there's no need to go over there. It's useless to go over there. If it works, there's no need to go over there again."

"This...?" Both of them were confused.

Fakong smiled and said: "Buddhism is incredible. Sometimes, it can transcend the constraints of space."

"Master is saying that the rejuvenation spell has fallen on Xiaomi?" Zhou Han asked hurriedly.

Fa Kong nodded.

Both of them were dubious.

But thinking of Fakong's reputation, they could only suppress their doubts and anxieties, and tentatively expressed their belief.

Fakong smiled and said: "If the two donors are not busy, let's sit down and eat together."

"Don't bother the holy monk, right?" Huang Yanzhi said.

Fakong shook his head: "The poor monk is just wandering around unintentionally, following the circumstances, and has no worldly affairs."

"Then let's make trouble." Huang Yanzhi said hurriedly.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how could I leave it?

Even if Fa Kong doesn't invite him, he will shamelessly stick to him, follow him all the time, admire his grace, and ask for the benefit of the Buddha's Dharma.

Both of them were believers, studied Buddhism diligently, and had friendships with many virtuous and eminent monks inside and outside Jingchuan City.

I often exchange Buddhist teachings and study Buddhist scriptures.

Buddhist monks are quite afraid of the reputation of Divine Monk Fa Kong, and they hardly talk about it.

Even if it is mentioned, change the topic.

If these eminent monks express disdain and rebuke, they may feel that they are indeed spreading lies and exaggerating.

However, the vague attitude of these eminent monks made them convinced that the magical power of the divine monk Fa Kong was not completely false.

There may be a certain amount of exaggeration, but it is not completely unreliable. It is an exaggeration that adheres to a certain degree of truth.

"Little Er." Huang Yanzhi raised his voice and waved.

He gave a few instructions to the waiter who hurried over with a smile on his face, ordered a few dishes, and then looked at Fakong.
To be continued...