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"Hey, isn't this Song Laosan?"
"Li Da is still alive? Still alive and kicking?"
"I thought they were all dead, how could they all be alive?"
"Isn't it certain that once you get this disease, you will die?"
"Have you found a cure?"
"Thank goodness!"
Seeing those cured people on the stage, their acquaintances started talking about it, arousing curiosity and inquiries from the people around them.
?The person being interrogated immediately ran on and on, saying that so-and-so had already contracted the disease and was taken away, thinking that they were left to fend for themselves, or found a place to burn them.
Unexpectedly, the life-threatening disease has been cured!
It seems that the prince has found a miracle doctor!
There was hope in their numb eyes.
Chu Xiang's voice resounded in every ear: "They are all infected, why are they well now?"
His eyes were like lightning, scanning all around.
People felt that they were seen by him.
Chu Xiang said in a deep voice: "Because this king invited an eminent monk, Master Fakong!"
He said slowly: "Master Fakong is the abbot of the outer court of King Kong Temple. He has profound Dharma and great supernatural powers. He can cure them by casting Buddha's mantra!"
Although Chu Xiang is upright, it is not that he is unreasonable in the world, but just disdains to succumb to the world.
In his opinion, facing the plague, Fakong did not hesitate to help and saved so many people.
This character is enough to make people respect, and this kindness is enough to make people grateful.
There is really not much I can do by myself.
There are only fame and profit in the world, if you can¡¯t give too much profit, then give it fame.
Improving the reputation of Master Fakong can also make the victims more confident, lift up their spirits, and build a fighting spirit in their hearts, so that they can stop the plague.
"Master Fakong? I haven't heard of it."
"Isn't it the young monk?"
"Master Fakong?"
"The abbot of the outer court of King Kong Temple? Too young?"
"Is it true or not, can Buddhism cure diseases?"
"I thought it was a miracle doctor, but it turned out to be an eminent monk."
The buzzing sound spread.
Chu Xiang let them discuss.
More than a hundred people on the stage saluted Fakong Heshi one after another.
After a night, they woke up.
I was not dreaming, I didn't die, but I really came back to life and was saved by Master Fakong's Buddha mantra.
Thinking about the despair and unwillingness at that time, and thinking about it now, it was a nightmare, and the happiness of surviving a near death is indescribable.
Their gratitude to Fakong is beyond words, and they can't wait to give all they have in return.
"Bang!" Suddenly an old man fell to the ground, clapped his palms together to tithe, and then saluted with his head touching the ground.
The older you are, the more afraid you are of death, and the more you yearn for life.
He was the most ill, dying, and was about to die. He was still full of unwillingness and longing for life when he was dying.
He has been praying for someone to save him, and if someone can save him, he will repay him even if he is a cow or a horse.
Fakong shook his head and flicked the sleeve of his cassock.
The old man was lifted up by an invisible force, and could no longer kneel down, so he could only bow deeply: "God monk, great kindness is hard to repay, this old man is willing to be a slave and a servant, and serve the master!"
Fakong smiled and said: "It doesn't have to be like this."
He glanced at more than a hundred people, and said in a gentle voice: "Buddhism pays attention to the method of fate. Since you meet a poor monk, it is fate. You don't have to be too polite."
These more than 100 people provided more than 200 powers of faith.
My own speculation is correct, only in the abyss of despair, it is easier to have faith.
A heartless person like Lin Feiyang will not despair at all, so he will not be able to give birth to faith.
However, Fanning is different. There should be another situation for the emergence of beliefs, just like the embroidered women in Mingyue Xiulou and Cheng Jia.
Fakong's soft voice spread all over the place and rang clearly in everyone's ears: "The rejuvenation mantra in your hands is the Buddha mantra I cast."
He used the Great Heavenly Dragon Chant.
Everyone heard it, and they couldn't help but feel refreshed.
They all lowered their heads to look at the plain paper in their hands, and some of them had already been thrown away. They immediately regretted it and turned to look at the people around them.
Fakong said: "I will explain the methods of reciting and holding this mantra one by one."bsp; Fakong smiled: "Hearing is delusion, seeing may not be believing, the prince is not wrong to think so."
"Master, have you ever thought about entering the palace?" Chu Xiang said.
Fakong frowned slightly.
Chu Xiang said: "I have already reported the matter here to my father, and my father also knew about the master's supernatural powers to cure the plague."
Fakong pondered.
This is also a matter of course.
He didn't believe that Chu Xiang dared to hide such a big event.
Chu Xiang said: "If the master wants to enter the palace, he can directly become an enshrinement and enjoy a first-rank salary."
Fakong smiled: "I still feel more comfortable staying in the outer courtyard of King Kong Temple, and I won't go to the palace."
"That's right." Chu Xiang said with a smile: "I also told my father the same, and my father didn't mean to force the master."
"It's so good." Fakong nodded.
Chu Xiang said: "Master's merit is immeasurable, and the emperor will reward you."
Fakong smiled and nodded without rejecting.
It is a matter of course that one will be rewarded for meritorious service.
I am mainly for these believers, and these believers are also the greatest benefits I have received, but there are other rewards, that would be great.
Double rewards are more pleasing.
"My lord, there is one more important thing."
"What's the matter, master please tell me."
"About the origin of this plague." Fakong said slowly: "There was a catastrophe after the catastrophe, but this catastrophe did not cause too many deaths. How could there be such a catastrophe?"
The appearance of the plague is unpredictable, sometimes because of the large number of dead people, the corpses will cause the plague, sometimes it is the plague and the like.
Even sometimes it is caused by changes in the weather.
He faintly felt that this plague was a bit strange, and the death aura was too strong.
"I've been thinking about it too, but unfortunately, the hospital couldn't find the source." Chu Xiang shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it's hard to figure it out."
"Where are the first batch of sick corpses?"
"It's already burned."
"" Fakong showed a helpless look.
Seeing this, Chu Xiang hurriedly said: "At that time, I was afraid of contagion, so I had to burn them all, and then dug a deep pit to bury them. Even their belongings were burned completely, leaving nothing behind."
Fakong frowned and said, "Nothing left?"
"It's clean." Chu Xiang nodded.
Their tents, wooden boards for sleeping, bedding, and daily utensils, all of them were burnt clean, not a single one was left.
Because of their illness, others dare not hide their belongings, lest they get sick and die.
Fakong pondered.
No matter how powerful he is, he can't create something out of nothing.
In the end, he still didn't give up: "Why don't you go dig it?"
"No problem." Chu Xiang readily agreed.
Chu Xiang greeted Yue Minghui, then called nine armored soldiers, and brought picks and shovels to the foot of a mountain opposite. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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