The smile on Zhou Hanxu's face widened and he hurriedly stood up to go back.

Huang Yanzhi hurriedly said: "Old Zhou!"

Zhou Hanxu turned back to look at him, and then hurriedly saluted Fakong: "Thank you, master! Thank you, master!"

Fakong smiled and said, "Donor Zhou, please go and have a look."

"Master, wait a moment, I'll be back soon!" Zhou Han said hurriedly.

He ran away.

Although he looked old, he ran vigorously and nimbly, as if he had suddenly become ten years younger.

"This old Zhou..." Huang Yanzhi shook his head and said with a smile: "I really have accumulated blessings in my previous life!"

He said to Fakong Heshi: "The master's magical power is truly miraculous."

Fa Kong smiles..

He is no longer humble, and any more modesty would be hypocrisy.

The ability to cast Buddhist spells from afar with his own hands is indeed miraculous, and has gone beyond people's imagination and martial arts.

Huang Yanzhi said: "Master, is this the rejuvenation spell?"

"Exactly."

"At what distance can the Rejuvenation Spell be cast?" Huang Yanzhi asked hurriedly.

Fakong glanced out the window with a smile and said calmly: "Sitting here, the entire Jingchuan City is within the scope of the show."

"Master, what a magical power!" Huang Yanzhi was speechless.

Fakong smiled and said: "Donor Huang, the origin of this finger ring... it's best to find out who gave it to you."

"He's my son," Huang Yanzhi said.

Fakong shook his head: "I'm afraid the first master has no good intentions. Be careful of their other methods. You still have to be careful."

Huang Yanzhi's face changed slightly.

Fakong said: "This finger pull is a mild method, but I'm afraid there will be something more powerful. It is an invisible poison. Without the Great Light Spell, it is invisible and shadowless, and it is impossible to prevent it."

Huang Yanzhi's face was solemn, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and an aura of majesty suddenly surged out.

Fa Kong knew his identity.

He is the former leader of the Qingzhu Gang, a large gang in Jingchuan City. Now he has resigned and the position of gang leader has been handed over to his second son.

He spent his old age and studied Buddhism diligently.

The son is extremely heroic, more capable than others, and he is also filial, so he lives a happy life.

The aura he developed while in a high position has completely subsided in normal times, and he looks like an ordinary old man walking on the street.

At this moment, he suddenly showed the aura of being in a high position all year round.

Huang Yanzhi was confused and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, Master, for reminding me."

Fakong smiled: "We are destined to meet each other. Since we are destined people, it is also appropriate to say the same thing by the way. There is no need to be too polite."

"Yes." Huang Yanzhi said solemnly.

He immediately lost his seriousness and smiled again: "Master is here, are you okay?"

Fakong shook his head: "It's just a stroll, to see the vastness of the world, the chaos of the world, and get a taste of the world of mortals."

"Other masters have seen through the world of mortals and stayed away from it."

"The world of mortals is not only a place where chaos disturbs the mind, but it is also a place where the mind is refined." Fakong smiled: "Whether it is a state of confusion or a state of mind refinement depends entirely on the strength of one's cultivation and one thought."

If your cultivation level is too weak, you will not be able to maintain your state of mind. Being in the world of mortals will indeed disturb your concentration and is not conducive to your cultivation.

When your cultivation level is strong enough, if you want to strengthen it in a targeted manner, you can roll around in the mortal world, find your weaknesses, and then strengthen them.

At this time, the world of mortals is a wonderful place for refining the mind.

Huang Yanzhi was thoughtful and nodded slightly.

He has been pursuing to stay away from the mortal world, to stay away from the world, and to pursue complete peace in his heart, but he has never been able to achieve it.

He once thought about becoming a monk directly, entering Buddhism, and entering a temple, but he couldn't leave behind the prosperity of the world.

The seal of Dharma Kong.

A heart-purifying spell fell into Huang Yanzhi's mind.

He instantly felt a kind of coolness and tranquility that he had never experienced before, a wonderful feeling that was mixed with coldness and warmth.

I feel joyful and peaceful, and my heart is as clear as ice, without any fluctuations.

Fakong said warmly: "This is the feeling of concentration that Donor Huang has been pursuing. The concentration is not the ultimate, but just to be able to fully understand all the things in the world, so as to realize the method of liberation... Many people pursue it hard, but often forget it.

What exactly do you want to pursue, but instead blindly pursue the state of concentration? It’s like pointing your finger at the moon. You clearly want to find the moon, but you are often attached to your finger.”

"Thank you, Master, I have learned a lesson!" Huang Yanzhi said in awe, as if a cold water had been poured on his head.

He suddenly realized.

I had always gone astray before.

Fakong smiled, took a mouthful of beef, chewed it slowly, and then took a sip of wine.

People coming and going around, some glanced in surprise, then turned away and continued to eat their own food.

If Huang Yanzhi was still the former leader of the Qingzhu Gang, many people would come up to talk and say hello.

Now Huang Yanzhi is no longer the gang leader. Although he is the gang leader's father, he can't speak after all. The new gang leader is selfless and will not recognize his relatives.

So there is no need to curry favor with Huang Yanzhi.

——

Amidst the sound of "thump thump thump" footsteps, Zhou Hanxu strode in. Panting, he came closer, bowed to Fakong Heshi, and bowed deeply.

Fakong allowed him to salute and said with a smile: "Donor Zhou, please sit down."

Zhou Hanxu sat down, breathing heavily.

Huang Yanzhi handed over a cup of tea and said with a smile: "Old Zhou, take a rest. How is Xiao Mi?"

"Excellent." Zhou Hanxu smiled broadly, his gloomy and tense face was like a blooming flower, and every wrinkle was relaxed.

His eyes lit up and he said excitedly: "According to Miracle Doctor Meng, Xiaomi is fine. As long as he takes good care of himself, he can return to normal."

He said excitedly: "When I went back, Xiaomi was just the same, getting better and better."

He chuckled and said, "Miracle Doctor Meng thought I got the elixir from somewhere, and he said it was unbelievable."

Huang Yanzhi was also happy and said with a smile: "Okay, Old Zhou, I can finally keep the bright moon open this time."

Zhou Hanxu wanted to thank Fakong again, but Fakong waved his hand to stop him and said with a smile: "Donor Zhou, there is no need to do this. This pair of poor monks are just doing a little work."

Zhou Hanxu shook his head with emotion and really didn't know how to thank Fakong.

Seeing his grandson survive from a desperate situation makes him feel even more grateful than himself from a desperate situation. It is tantamount to saving their family.

Fakong could feel the increase in the power of faith, which had just increased by ten. Apparently Zhou Hanxu had already said at home that he had done it himself.

Huang Yanzhi said with emotion: "Lao Zhou is indeed lucky, and so am I."

Fakong glanced at the people coming and going outside the window, and said thoughtfully: "Since today is the beginning, let's just put in more effort."

He took out a stack of rejuvenation spells from his sleeve. The rejuvenation spells were written on plain paper.

The paper of these plain notes is similar to kraft paper, not afraid of water, but afraid of fire.

It won't get wet when soaked in water, and it will be finished when it is burned by fire.

"These are rejuvenation mantras. If you believe in my Dharma and recite these rejuvenation mantras, you will have the power to save yourself."

Huang Yanzhi and Zhou Hanxu immediately stared at the pile of rejuvenation spells.

"I will hold a blessing ceremony in Jingchuan City today." Fakong said: "Tonight at Haishi, anyone who holds this curse will receive my rejuvenation curse."

"Prayer Ceremony?!" Huang Yanzhi was overjoyed: "Master also wants to hold a prayer ceremony in Jingchuan City?"

Fakong nodded: "It is not necessary for everyone to gather together. You only need to be at home. Donor Huang and Donor Zhou, I want to ask you to do a favor."

"Master, just ask."

"Please two donors, please give these rejuvenation spells to those who are terminally ill." Fakong said: "There are a thousand in total."

He took out three more piles from his sleeve.

The pile was about one meter high, and it was hard to imagine how it fit into his sleeve.

The two of them knew at a glance that this was another magical power.

Fakong said warmly: "The two donors need to send these one thousand rejuvenation mantras to the hands of terminally ill or dying people as soon as possible. If they recite them sincerely, they will be able to use the rejuvenation mantras to save themselves."

"Okay!" The two agreed happily.

One is the leader of the Qingzhu Gang, and the other is the head of the Qiu Feng Sword Sect, both of whom are powerful in Jingchuan City.
To be continued...