Chapter 722 My God

Zhong Xia took out a treasured Thangka from his arms and handed it to Su Rong. The portrait of Thangka master King Gesar: "Sir is the horse-headed Vajra, King Gesar, and the Great Wrathful Bodhisattva is reincarnated to save us."

Zhong Xia turned around and looked at Fang Jian with his hands folded, spoke a series of Tibetan words, and then bowed deeply.

Fang Jian didn't expect that Zhongxia would come like this, and he blushed for a long time before he said a dull sentence: "Okay!"

Zhongxia looked up at Fang Jian, tears in his eyes filled with water, and he bit his lips tightly nodded slightly.

This scene made Li Ping, Su Rong and Ouyang Jing a little confused. Su Rong said in surprise: "Brother Jian, do you know what Zhong Jia is talking about?"

Fang Jian shook, "She said she wanted to take my teacher, and I promised her."

"How come you understand Tibetan? Haven't you taught her martial arts long ago? What kind of teacher do you still want to be a disciple?"

Faced with Su Rong's careless questioning, Fang Jian was also confused and didn't know how to answer.

"Sister Rong, Mr. Rong is the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva and naturally knows various languages. I told Mr. Xu that I will believe in Buddhism and serve my teacher in this life."

The three women stared at Fang Jian's face, with suspicion in their eyes, especially Su Rong seemed to be looking at a charlatan.

Fang Jian hurriedly changed the topic: "Zhongjia, you and my dad stay for a few more days. I will send someone to accompany you around and then go to Jiangcheng to have a look."

Zhongxia clasped her hands and said, "Thank you, sir, it is my blessing to see all the sisters at the headquarters. This is a Buddhist holy land and a temple for Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. Zhongxia hopes to worship my Buddha. During the Ullamban Festival, I hope to be able to save the dead. After that, Zhongxia will return to the grassland."

Ullamban Festival? Fang Jian was a little dazed, and Li Ping gently pulled his clothes: "It's Ghost Festival, and there are twelve days left."

It turned out to be the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the Han Ghost Festival, the Ullamban Festival in Buddhism, and the Zhongyuan Festival in Taoism. On this day, the family members pay homage to the dead, Taoism saves lonely ghosts, Buddhism gives alms to monks, and holds a Dharma meeting to save relatives.

Fang Jian was silent for a moment and sighed: "Hey, yes! How many relatives and friends have we lost in the past two years, it is time to pay tribute! In this way, Baoguo Temple at the foot of the mountain has been restored. With some monks, I will ask Master Huiyuan to preside over a Buddhist event to save the dead."

"Thank you, sir."

Zhongxia bowed again.

Several people said goodbye from Zhongjia's residence and walked along the tree-lined path. Li Ping asked quietly: "Husband, is what Zhongjia said true?"

"What?"

Fang Jian was a little careless, and Li Ping pinched his little hand hard on his waist: "Do you know what I'm asking, is it true?"

The next day, Fang Jian cordially met with the Gana City delegation represented by Chen Yuan. The members of the delegation were all Fang Jian's old acquaintances. They were naturally very happy and excited to see Fang Jian. Of course, Zhong Xia was also among the members of the delegation.

During the intimate greetings, Fang Jian cleverly found an excuse to explain the reason for his lateness. Because the news was tightly blocked, the delegation members knew that Fang Jian was busy, so naturally no one doubted it. Fang Jian took the time to return from the front line and expressed deep gratitude.

Fang Jian highly praised and affirmed the great achievements made by the Gana Municipal Government and the military, and expressed his high praise for the contributions made by the Tibetan compatriots represented by Dad Tokang, Johnson and Johnson. Johnson was so happy that Johnson couldn't stop laughing. Although Dad was calm on the surface, he was happy inside.

After Gong Zheng and Li Jun briefly introduced the development of the base, Fang Jian expressed his intention to accompany the delegation to Jiangcheng to visit, which brought the meeting to a climax.

After the reception reception, Fang Jian forced out the liquor that had been drunk in his body and greeted Liu Bin, Li Jun, Gong Zheng and others for a short meeting.

We discussed with several people and decided to suspend operations of the troops outside, recall the military chiefs who could escape, and recall the supervisors of various departments at the same time, and convened an enlarged base meeting ten days later.

The topics of the meeting were expanded, the war and base development in the previous stage were summarized, the development direction of the next stage was coordinated, and the meritorious personnel were commended, and new work arrangements were made. At the same time, the preparation of provincial governments was announced. Of course, the preliminary work of the preparation of the government would be carried out now. For the time being, Gong Zheng, Li Ping and others were introduced to draw up a draft.

The next morning, Fang Jian was detained by Mr. Su to their house. Mr. Su specially summoned Su Guosheng, Su Yongxiang and his son, and Su Guosheng brought some difficult ancient books in Su's house in Dawan Town. Su Yongxiang prepared computers and cameras and prepared for recording.

Although the three generations of the Su family's grandparents and grandsons were still respectful to Fang Jian, Fang Jian felt deeply apologized in his heart. The Su family, including Su Ya, supported Fang Jian very much and made great contributions to the base, and did not require any reward. As for the pursuit of martial arts, especially the two old men, when they knew another world, it would be more difficult to keep them calm than killing them.

The ancients said: "If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening!" This is a portrayal of them.

When they saw Fang Jian, the two old men were full of apology. Su Qingyu bowed slightly and said, "Sect Master, please both of us, please trouble you!"

Fang Jian hurriedly replied: "Grandpa, you are so polite, mainly because you have too many official duties. I have to thank you for taking this time to summarize for me! Thank you grandpa."

Without too much politeness, Fang Jian told everything about himself practicing Qi and turning into God and returning to emptiness. The two old men were fascinated by listening, and they interjected a few words from time to time, expressed their opinions and discussed together.

Fang Jian used the mystery of the breath, the body to develop a new sense of acupoints, the secrets of the breath running the brain, including the awakening of the spiritual consciousness during the coma, and the wonderful uses of the spiritual consciousness that they understood. Speaking of the mystery, Su Yongxiang forgot to record it. Fortunately, the camera kept working for a moment and faithfully recorded all of this.

"Sect Master, what's the use of your second soul to cultivate?"

Fang Jian looked at Mr. Su's expectant eyes and knew that they were really looking forward to it. He got up and closed the doors and windows, and pulled the curtains.

The room closed all the windows and the curtains were pulled. The light became dark. Although it was not pitch black, the visibility was still not high and very quiet. Su Yongxiang, who was the recorder, dared not show up. He looked at Fang Jian's blurry figure nervously, and only heard his thumping heartbeat in his ears.

A faint fragrance suddenly appeared in the room, and the spiritual energy was so strong that a faint little man floated above Fang Jian's head. The little man had clear facial features and all his hands. He put his hands together and emitted a faint glow. Su Yongxiang was stunned and forgot his duty to record. He stared at the little man blankly, and two lines of tears slid down his face without realizing it.

The villain left Fang Jian's head, floated in the room, floated to Old Su, stood up and bowed to salute. The two old men hurriedly returned the salute. Su Guosheng looked at his waist so scared that he didn't dare to look at the villain. His body was still shaking and kept shouting: "My God, my ancestor."

Su Qinghua's face changed, and he looked at Su Guosheng and cursed in a low voice: "Look at your unreliable appearance, that's the soul of the sect leader."

Su Guosheng is his son and Su Yongxiang is his grandson.
Chapter completed!