Feng Qingcheng quickly stopped her: "With so many disciples dead or injured in the temple, how can you still have the mind to hold a presiding ceremony?"
Everyone was stunned.
In their view, presiding over the conference was a very solemn ceremony, after all, Ping'an Temple had not been presided over for many years, which allowed various forces to witness the event, resulting in countless deaths and injuries today.
Master Lingzhi said, "It is because we cannot understand it that we humbly request the abbot to enlighten us."
Feng Qingcheng said, "Let's deal with the temple's affairs first and let the deceased rest in peace. As for presiding over the conference, why be so formal? Aren't you afraid that those men in black will infiltrate the group and cause trouble again at the conference? If that happens, can Ping'an Temple withstand it?"
The collective silence revealed that they had indeed failed to consider the matter thoroughly.
We feel bad for the new host if we don't hold a presiding ceremony.
Feng Qingcheng realized she had been tricked again.
She couldn't leave with so many dead and wounded, so she asked everyone to bring all the wounded to her, and then she treated them one by one.
As for those who had already died, she ordered that they not be buried in a hurry, but to see if they could still be revived.
Feng Qingcheng sighed as she rescued people; she had been tricked by Lingzhi and the ten Venerables.
If she had no connection with Heian-ji Temple, she could now lead her friends to search for the fifth fragment.
Waaah, the city roads are so complicated, she wants to go back to the countryside!
She thought she had seized power, but little did she know that what the other party valued was her medical skills!
If it weren't for her, at least half of these injured people would have died.
Feng Qingcheng was too busy to handle everything alone, so all the monks in the temple who knew medicine were called in to help.
They had long heard of the renowned physician Feng Qingcheng and admired her medical skills immensely. They never expected that one day this divine physician would become their instructor and personally teach them medical techniques.
I'm so excited!
The usually calm hearts of these people were all stirred.
"To deal with this type of injury, we need to use deep healing magic. This type of magic has the strictest requirements on strength and amount. Too much will lead to failure, and too little will have no effect. We need to control the amount well..." Feng Qingcheng explained in detail, and the others listened very carefully.
For the first time, they realized that deep healing magic required such precision; no wonder they couldn't heal seriously injured patients.
After Feng Qingcheng finished dealing with the seriously injured and dying guys, she left the remaining lightly injured guys to be dealt with by the others.
Finally, she went to check on the monks who had already died.
Everyone pinned their hopes on her.
But she's not a god, after all.
She saved all the guys who weren't completely dead.
After two days and two nights of this ordeal, she managed to revive over a thousand of the three thousand people who had seemingly died.
In everyone's eyes, she was like a god.
Even a god couldn't possibly save so many people, right?
The admiration people have for her is like a never-ending, surging river.
Those she saved from the brink of death were grateful to her and worshipped her, wishing they could serve her as their servant.
Unfortunately, she didn't want it.
This is their host, he's amazing!
They all wanted to announce to the world how amazing their new abbot of Ping'an Temple was!
"Abbot, after counting the number of people, out of the tens of thousands at Ping'an Temple, more than two thousand have died, more than five thousand have been injured, of whom more than three thousand were seriously injured, more than two thousand were slightly injured, and the remaining three thousand are unharmed." Three monks brought a thick book, and the leading monk said to Feng Qingcheng respectfully.
Feng Qingcheng knew that the ancient counting methods were very troublesome. If they hadn't used magic to count, they probably would never have been able to count them all.
She taught the monks a counting method so that they could be accurate to the single digit when counting people in the future.
Several monks worshipped her immensely.
"This counting method is very convenient. You will learn more about it in the future, and you will understand it after using it for a long time."
"Thank you for hosting."
Their presiding is more divine than a god; even a god wouldn't know how to count like that, right?
The men looked at her with adoration.
Seeing Feng Qingcheng busy with various tasks, and unable to help her, Long Moyuan could only return to his room to intensify his cultivation.
If he were so powerful that he was invincible, would Ah Cheng still need to work so hard?
For the past two days and nights, Ah Cheng has been so busy that he hasn't even had time to eat. He personally cooked a meal and brought it to her, but she said she had no appetite and couldn't eat.
Ah Cheng didn't eat, which caused him to lose his appetite.
Therefore, he could only desperately cultivate his skills.
Two more days passed.
Feng Qingcheng had almost completely healed the seriously injured, and then entrusted Lingzhi and Huihai to handle the affairs of the temple.
"Don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary. Unless Ping'an Temple is facing a life-or-death crisis, don't contact me."
Spiritual Intelligence: "..."
Huihai: "Abbot, what about the important matters in the temple?"
"You can decide for yourselves."
She wants to be a hands-off manager.
Huihai looked at his master: "Master, what's this about?"
Master Lingzhi said, "The abbot needs experience, so let's try to avoid hiring her."
“Lingzhi, even if I hold the title of abbot, the power of Ping’an Temple is still in your hands. I know exactly what you’re up to. But let me make this clear: since Ping’an Temple wants my protection, it should submit to me obediently. Otherwise, I’m a man who holds grudges, and you won’t be able to bear the consequences.”
Master Lingzhi wiped his sweat: "Master, if you are worried, I can ignore everything and go out to gain experience."
"You wish! We haven't settled our private affairs yet. Where do you think you're going?"
Lingzhi continued wiping his sweat: "The abbot can punish Lingzhi however he wants. Now, at Ping'an Temple, you are the most powerful, and everyone has to listen to you."
Feng Qingcheng said, "You'd better pray every day that my Ayuan doesn't get into trouble, otherwise, you'll be in for a world of hurt."
Huihai was unaware of what had happened between his master and the abbot, but it was not difficult to guess from their conversation that his master seemed to be in the wrong.
My master is the person I admire the most. How could he possibly make a mistake?
"Huihai, work hard. The future belongs to young people," Feng Qingcheng suddenly said to Huihai.
Huihai was extremely excited: "Thank you, host."
The host is so magnanimous! He had offended her before and thought she would make things difficult for him, but she actually promoted him.
No wonder Master and the ten Venerable Ones all said that no one could compare to the Abbot. Is there anyone else in this world with such a magnanimous heart?
Huihai felt that compared to the host, his perspective was too narrow.
He secretly vowed in his heart that he must become someone like the host.
Feng Qingcheng hadn't slept for four days in a row, and she was so tired that she went back to her room.
But halfway there, she was stopped by two young nuns.
"Is the host going back to his room?"
"Yes, is there something you two disciples need?" Feng Qingcheng adopted the air of an officiant.
Actually, she was full of curiosity: Why do you two little ones want to become nuns at such a young age?
What's bothering you? It's such a waste that someone so beautiful isn't married.
Feng Qingcheng even had an urge to make all the nuns at Ping'an Temple return to secular life.
"Host, your current role is to stay at the meditation center where previous hosts have stayed."
Does the host even have a dedicated courtyard?
"Alright, take me there."
The courtyard where the abbot lives must be quite nice, right? Feng Qingcheng thought to herself with delight.
As a result, Feng Qingcheng was as disappointed as she had hoped.
This Jingxin Courtyard is so simple and unpretentious, it rivals Tao Yuanming's "Inscription on My Humble Abode".
At this moment, should she compose a poem to express her 'noble and proud'?
Waaah, I really want to cry.
"Are you sure I want to stay here?" Feng Qingcheng was on the verge of tears.
The young nun smiled and said, "Yes, we have already cleaned it up. If the abbot needs anything, please let us know."
What is missing?
We're missing everything!
Feng Qingcheng could no longer hold back and recited a poem with tears in her eyes:
A mountain is not famous for its height, but for the immortals who dwell there.
Water is not important for its depth, but for the dragon that dwells within.
This is a humble abode, but my virtue makes it fragrant.
Mossy traces climb the steps, green grass enters the curtain.
He converses with learned scholars and has no dealings with uncultured people.
One can play the zither and read Buddhist scriptures.
The host said: What's so bad about it?
The two young nuns couldn't help but clap and cheer after hearing this.
"The host has excellent writing skills."
Feng Qingcheng said with tears in her eyes, "It was just something I felt."
Now she can deeply understand the realm of Tao Yuanming.
He was cursing them to death in his heart, but he still pretended to be noble and wrote "Ode to a Humble Abode".
From a psychological perspective, Lao Tao is just saying that luxury homes are rotten because he can't live in them!
Should she pretend not to see this shabby room?
Waaah, I can't do it!
One of the young nuns quickly wrote down the 'writing' that Feng Qingcheng had created.
With such excellent literary talent, Master Feng should be remembered for generations to come!
"Is the 'article' written by the host famous?"
Feng Qingcheng said, "The Inscription of Jingyuan"
"So it's in the style of inscriptions. No wonder the whole text uses parallel sentences with neat structure."
“Master Lingzhi said that the abbot is a refined person, not someone we ordinary people can compare to. We can tell from the parallel sentences he used that his attainments are profound, and we admire him.”
No, I'm even more mundane than ordinary people. All I want to do is eat meat and sleep in.
The two nuns took their leave with smiles on their faces.
Soon, the book "Jingxin Ming" written by Abbot Feng spread throughout Ping'an Temple overnight.
As the saying goes, it's better to suffer together than to suffer alone. Feng Qingcheng quickly called her friends to come and live in this Tranquil Courtyard, truly sharing both happiness and hardship.
"The host lives here?" Nanfeng shook his head so hard it almost fell off. "I thought being a host was a very prestigious job."
Jiang Yuebai said, "Ping'an Temple has never sought fame or fortune, but has always quietly contributed to everyone. As the abbot, I should set an example."
Xiao Wangyou said, "Acheng, congratulations on gaining everyone's approval. You've been so busy these past few days that we haven't had a chance to congratulate you."
Feng Qingcheng said, "Why bother with all that nonsense? You're not going to give me any barbecue skewers anyway."
Friends: "..."
Finally, Feng Qingcheng set up a barrier: "What are you still standing there for? Let's make a barbecue. I've been starving these past few days."
Everyone thought she was so noble that she didn't even eat, but heaven knows it was because she couldn't get used to vegetarian food.
Long Moyuan was even more puzzled: "I cooked a meal and brought it to you, why didn't you eat it?"
Feng Qingcheng: "I wasn't hungry at the time, but you didn't bring me anything later."
Long Moyuan is so wronged! He should do it more often next time.
Feng Qingcheng complained that the others were working too slowly, so she released all the spirit pets in her space to help.
To prevent Long Moyuan from taking action, Feng Qingcheng deliberately kept him occupied with various topics, making Nanfeng extremely jealous.
Long Moyuan was lucky; everyone else was working, but he was exempt from it.
Waaah, when will he get this kind of treatment?
Soon, the fragrant barbecue was freshly cooked.
Feng Qingcheng used both hands simultaneously to grab several skewers of barbecue and put them in her mouth to gnaw on.
Wow, it's so delicious!
The only thing in this world that should never be missed is delicious food!
I really don't understand why these monks have to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures?
Aren't they in pain?
"Waaah, this is so delicious! I've been eating vegetarian food for the past few days, and my stomach is so sore from all the scraping. I was about to cry!" Nanfeng cried with excitement.
Jiang Yuebai said, "As expected, you're used to delicacies. Missing a meal without meat is worse than death."
Xiao Wangyou: "Acheng, does your setting this precedent mean that we can all cook our own meals at Ping'an Temple from now on?"
Long Moyuan: "Are you reincarnated starving ghosts? I've been fasting for days, how come I didn't think of that?"
Feng Qingcheng: "How many days have you been fasting?"
Long Moyuan: "That's right, if you can't eat, then naturally I can't eat either."
Holy crap!
Long Moyuan is too good at it.
The group finally realized where they had gone wrong.
He's the kind of person who's willing to go hungry with Ah Cheng; no wonder he won the heart of a beauty.
On the other hand, they all complained that the vegetarian food was not tasty, but they still ate it all to fill their stomachs.
There was no other way; they were starving.
Feng Qingcheng didn't actually practice abstinence from grains; she could get full just by drinking spiritual water.
But Long Moyuan had actually abstained from grains for several days, which made her a little worried.
"Ah Yuan, don't you feel hungry?"
"If you can manage, so can I. Eating or not eating doesn't seem to make much difference."
Is he about to become a god?
That's impossible; the level is far too low.
Could it be that there's something wrong with his/her health?
Feng Qingcheng felt a hidden worry.
Master Lingzhi had come to personally hand over some items left behind by previous abbots of Fengqingcheng Temple, but he was stunned to see her and her friends eating meat with gusto.
Huihai asked, "Master, isn't this a violation of the temple rules?"
Lingzhi said, “Amitabha! Huihai, the abbess is not a monk after all, so we cannot use temple rules to judge her. These days, she has not eaten or drunk anything, and she has fulfilled her responsibilities and obligations as the abbess. She has saved countless lives from the brink of death, which is already a great deed. Besides, people need to eat, and it is not easy for the abbess to have persevered until today.”
Huihai said, "Being a host is really too difficult, and too great."
"Yes, she was able to set up a barrier to hide us, which is considered to have done everything she could to be polite. She may seem to be breaking the temple rules, but that's just an appearance. We can't be fooled by appearances. Just look at what she's actually done."
Huihai felt like he understood but also didn't understand.
My master's words are always profound, and since his spiritual attainment is too shallow, it's normal that he sometimes can't understand them.
But he knew that what his master meant was: whatever the presiding master does is right. If it's wrong, please try to understand it on a deeper level, because it's just an illusion.
Huihai finally helped his master leave Jingxin Temple.
Feng Qingcheng was satisfied with her meal.
"We'll leave Ping'an Temple tomorrow."
"So fast?"
"Yes, the journey to obtain the fragments is imperative; the Emperor is pressing us hard."
“We’ve already moved fast enough. Considering that over the past few hundred years, the Emperor has sent so many people to search for the fragments and only found one, we’ve already found three in such a short time.”
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