Chapter 567

There is a quiet sound in the majestic zanmlingi holy land. In the heavy palaces, countless lights are burning in the dark small hall. The Shamis walk carefully in the dark corner. At this time, a huge palace is silent. Thousands of lamas and Shamis live and live again, which can be more quiet than the wilderness.

This is really not an easy task.

The rules of Tantric sects are very strict. The more they emphasize respect and inferiority, the more they pay attention to rules. Without these rules, the respect and inferiority of status can not be reflected, and the solemnity and sanctity of living Buddha can hardly be maintained.

Therefore, you can't point at the living Buddha or talk nonsense before the living Buddha here. The monk can't look at the living Buddha and talk about the living Buddha in his tongue. You can't make a noise or act without authorization. Such a solemn and sacred existence will kill people if you move around! Even if the officials of the Ming Dynasty came, as long as they offended the authority of the living Buddha, they would also be severely punished in the name of "living sinful, questioning and slandering the Dharma".

Tibet has never been afraid to die tens of thousands of lives to safeguard the dignity of the living Buddha.

Under such circumstances, the Ming court, which did not dare to open a quarrel, certainly would not risk the instability of the border and fall out with the gurus of zamlinji holy land for only a few officials.

Every day, the living Buddhas here will produce hundreds of kilograms of popular incense, nectar, red and white Bodhi for the Shami lamas to take enlightenment. Only the Tibetan nobles and slave owners with wisdom root and Buddha nature will be given by the holy land of zamlinji and happily take the gift of the guru.

The lamas who put these holy things in gold bottles and letters looked solemn and reverent. They took these things back from the living Buddha's residence. A strong Dharma protector Lama came in a hurry from outside the holy land with eight lamas, holding a gold plate covered with black cloth, and carefully avoided those meticulous Shamis holding the holy things, Go in the direction they came.

The structure of the palace was not suitable for daylighting, and the lighting conditions on the plateau were not good. Under the dim butter lamp, several people stepped on the thick woven blanket under their feet and smelled the fragrance of mellow spices in the palace. After the time was exhausted, they were shocked. They tightened the gold plate on their hands more carefully, and the surrounding decoration was gorgeous, inlaid with agate, crystal, coral, pearl and Bi colored glass.

Of course, the most is gold. The cornices of the palace are picked out, the corners are tilted, the copper tiles are gilded, and the gilded scriptures, vases, scorpion fish and golden wings are used as ridge decorations. The walls under the eaves are decorated with gilded copper decorations. The images are Buddhist magic eight treasures, and the column body and Liang Fang are full of bright colored paintings and gorgeous carvings.

The palaces in zamlingi holy land are crisscrossed with corridors, miscellaneous halls and unpredictable space. Even people familiar with the layout such as the middle-aged Dharma Lama are in it with a trace of solemnity and piety.

Along the way, Gabala bone ornaments, stupas, treasure buildings and prayer flags are more and more mysterious. The powerful chanting power fluctuates in the void. Countless gilded scriptures flow on the surrounding magic tools from time to time, emitting a trace of glass Buddha light. An old Lama wearing a pelu hat sits on the lotus pier. His bones are thin and his facial features are deeply concave, but he is in his flesh, Bloom a little like King Kong.

Seeing the middle-aged Dharma Lama come in, he just recited the Buddha's name and asked: "But I came here for the murder of Yundan mercury cloth and sambuza lamas? The two lamas who obey their status were killed on the same day. This department is particularly shocked! Such a Murderer with Buddha's blood and unpardonable evil must not bypass him. This department has ordered all Dharma lamas to find his whereabouts and will seek justice for the two lamas!"

The Dharma protector Lama replied, "Dharma king saroga dachin, I ordered the local nobles to look for it carefully, and finally found a trace left by the murderer at the place where he committed the murder!" after that, he presented the gold plate in his hand.

Saroga dachin Dharma King took the gold plate and did not immediately watch it. Instead, he stroked the black cloth covered by the gold plate and said, "well done!" after saying this, he silently closed his eyes and felt that both the middle-aged Dharma protector Lama and the eight lamas behind him showed a look of moving awe.

King saroga dachin fiercely opened his eyes and shouted, "good thief!"

The yuan God has competed with the Styx yuan God left on the gold plate. Although the Styx river is not in front of him, his supreme power of transforming himself into a demon is already above the essence of this person. Therefore, with a little first-class weak mental power, he can fight a tie until several other old lamas like dead people also opened their eyes, and then reluctantly expelled this mental power.

The Styx river stood on the Tibetan Plateau thousands of miles away, surrounded by vast grasslands. He suddenly looked up, looked in the direction of Lhasa, the esoteric center, and smiled: "it's not so easy to take my things... If you want my things, change your life! I hid them in the God and devil map..."

The Dharma king saroga dachin opened the black handkerchief covered on the gold plate and revealed an ice carved moth below. At this time, the thinking power of the Styx above had been jointly expelled by them, leaving only an obscure secret power and a greedy idea that frightened the Dharma king saroga dachin.

"I'm afraid this is the reason why Yundan mercury cloth and sambuza were killed? Even if there are only remains of ancient strange insects, they can have such evil roots. If they are really evil things, you have to spend them by yourself!"

The two old lamas nearby, who were already dry, smiled and echoed: "subduing the outside world is the supreme power of our Buddha. If sarogadaqin Dharma king can subdue such ancient evils, he will certainly add a boundless Dharma protector to the Taoist tradition, and the Dharma cultivation will benefit. He should be the first Dharma king of the sect!"

The Dharma king saroga Daqin could not help showing a smile even though his skin had been polished like diamond. He picked up the jade worm on the gold plate, opened his mouth and recited the obscure Sanskrit sound. The boundless Buddha light emitted from the back of his head and condensed into the jade worm in his hand.

The Styx River, thousands of miles away, sensed that it wanted to invade the essence of the cold moth, but the cold moth was originally the heterogeneous demon head degenerated by the endless demons in the God devil map. If it had the essence, it was also the essence of the demon head in the desire world. After receiving that power, it was the Styx river that suppressed it and urged dozens of heavenly demons in the God devil map to invade it with supreme power.

In the holy land of zamringi, King saroga dachin smiled and chanted Zen even more. He had felt that his Buddhist mind had invaded the essence of the cold moth and seemed to be able to control most of the strength of the strange moth. He was happy that he was about to succeed, but in an instant, the cold moth in his hand suddenly changed.

He woke up in an instant, and the lightning went into the mouth of King sarogadachin, turned into a cold current along the trachea, and was about to seep into the viscera of King sarogadachin.

King saroga dachin's face changed greatly and he quickly suppressed it with his mind, but where could he suppress it?

His flesh suddenly swelled up, and his dry muscles and bones quickly recovered and became full and swollen. The glazed Buddha light flowed in the flesh, and a Vajra like body was restored. In front of the people, his hands formed esoteric fingerprints, and he shouted: "junior brothers, please come to the Bodhisattva..."

The skinny old Lama next to him suddenly got up. At this time, King sarogadachin could not bear it. He pulled his feet up and jumped out of the bed. As soon as he took a step, he saw a layer of thin ice on his chest. After two swift steps, he saw that king sarogadachin was frozen into a statue. A thumb sized cold moth drilled out of his chest and suddenly expanded into the size of a water tank.

The giant cold moth fluttered its wings and blew up into ten thousand cold stars in the hall. Then countless cold stars gathered together and drilled into the bodies of the remaining people in the hall. In an instant, they swallowed up their blood essence and pumped them into mummies.

These cold moths burrowed into the corpses again. The God of saroga dachin was still frozen in his flesh. At this time, you can feel that countless strange demons of cold moths attached to their own God and devoured them greedily.

"Ah ah!" saroga dachin's fierce howl was always frozen in the flesh. The extreme pain suffered by the yuan God gave rise to strong reluctance and resentment, which drove the cold moth more and more crazy. In the solemn little Hall of zamlinji holy land, bits and pieces of cold light slowly flew away, and more than a dozen dry bodies opened their eyes indifferently