Chapter 569

Shu mountain fanwai two, the devil is angry

Qiongda CHIGUO came out from the waterfall with his body. The Yarlung Zangbo River Canyon in southern Tibet was rich in rainfall and the huge drop in plateau terrain created many natural waterfalls. At this time, it was still early in the morning, and the thin frost condensed on the stone ground. Qiongda cut his own palm with the blade of the diamond pin, sprinkled blood on the altar, and immediately formed a blood frost.

Long flags woven with dead people's hair fly in the strong wind of the plateau. The simple Dharma altar is just a pile of stones built from random piles of stones.

Qiongda drank the strange liquid mixed with datura flower, cattle and sheep blood and venom of poisonous snake, scorpion and poisonous centipede. At the same time, he painted some mysterious runes and blood colored magic words on his body with red paint stained with his own blood. Together with the blue tattoo on his body, there were all kinds of strange mental fluctuations.

If there are monks who are proficient in magic spells here, we can see that these are some simple Ashura magic books. Many people in the side door will use them to refine side door magic tools such as white bone flags and ghost bags, but qiongda's magic power is shallow. Even when casting such curse spells, they need to squeeze their own vitality.

Soon, under the influence of the mixed narcotics in those overpowering drugs, jonda's consciousness fell into ignorance and confusion. His magic book and this simple altar moved an indescribable consciousness.

Qiongda trembled and foamed at the mouth. She recited the mantra in a chaotic and trembling tone, and dragged all kinds of secret demons in the void down to the altar. On a villain bound with highland barley stalks, an old man lying on a big bed in a local noble's manor dozens of miles away suddenly howled bitterly. He was like being stung by invisible poisonous insects, Black and cyan wounds.

The guards holding machetes in the manor suddenly woke up and flustered to find the noble Lama. Holding the Sutra wheel, they recited the Scriptures for the noble old man at the bedside. With the mysterious Zen sound and Sanskrit singing echoing in the room, the trembling old man gradually calmed down.

Seeing the old man sleeping, the middle-aged man next to him carefully asked, "guru, is the devil still cursing his master?"

After being silent for a long time, the Lama answered, "my mana can only temporarily quell master huokang's pain. Although it can block the devil's curse, master huokang's condition will not improve for a long time. You should ask the guru of Jokhang Temple or Potala Palace to quell the curse!"

The middle-aged Tibetan whispered, "the little master has invited the sambuza Lama... Can we win the arrival of the Lama in time?"

The Lama thought for a moment and said, "take manna pills for master huokang, offer sacrifices to Da Heitian with a mixture of cow, sheep, human blood, human intestines, liver and heart and lung every day, hold water in a skull bowl, wipe his body, and smear his wound with butter and human oil... It should last until two months."

"The devil doesn't have much power. He's just more cunning and vicious. The magic he learned from the Han people is not enough to resist the power of the Buddha!"

After the curse lasted for an hour, master huokang completely recovered and fell asleep. On the mountain pass dozens of miles away, qiongda collapsed to the ground. He was sweating. His tired body and even an antelope could kill him with horns. Qiongda was powerless to climb the clothes neatly stacked next to the statue and felt a rough gawu carved with wood from the inside.

Jonda's tired face suddenly burst into tears, sobbed in a low voice, and shouted weakly in Tibetan: "Gesang! Gesang! Am, Dad!"

In Tibetan, Gesang means good time, happiness and happiness, representing a kind of good wishes. There are very few named daughters among serfs. If they can be given this beautiful name, it represents the love and expectation of their families.

And this name, used in a mute Tibetan woman, is even more rare.

Qiongda used to have full skin, but now he has sunken skin and bones. He has frosty white hair on his temples and deep wrinkles on his face. This situation appears in a young man in his twenties, which means that his blood essence has been exhausted and his life has been greatly damaged. Conservative estimation shows that he can't live for 20 years.

The medicinal properties of Datura stramonium have not gone away. Qiongda rarely falls into deep and deep hatred. In his memory, he holds the worn-out gawu and falls into a dream like illusion. In a trance, he sees his beautiful sister holding Gesang flowers in the sun and smiling as beautiful as an auspicious girl. He dreams of his father, Eminem, blurred face and the smell of butter tea, The sweetness of highland barley

And the beauty and generosity of the dream girl solantum

Finally, he saw a drum with a bone drum body inlaid with lapis lazuli, red coral and Tibetan silver, as well as two yellow drum faces. An old, invisible and well-dressed Lama patted the small drum and showed a creepy smile. Jonda trembled in fear and cried like a wolf.

He struggled on the sharp gravel ground, and let the sharp stone stab him with blood, leaving countless crisscross scars on him. It seems that only such pain can remind him that he is still alive!

The blood covered the simple altar. Qiongda's resentment and anger felt a pair of images painted with all kinds of heavenly demons, which depicted the rolling sleeves of the heavenly demon king Bo Xun in the middle. The endless demons and endless anger made the karma red lotus burning under Bo Xun's feet, and the heavenly demons in all directions surrounded qiongda and recited: "Resent the suffering of the world and be angry with the demon lord of heaven. The red lotus purifies the world fire and burns all the Buddha land."

In master Hawthorne's manor, a dignified and noble big Lama hurried from the Potala Palace with dozens of Dharma lamas. The serfs and servants in the manor fell to their knees. Even the Lama guru invited by the housekeeper hurried out of the guest room and crawled at the feet of the big Lama.

The great Lama sat on the seat and asked the Dharma guardians to lift master huokang's bed in front of him. Looking at the frightened people, he said solemnly: "the great Lama sambuza has something to do and can't come. He asked me to come here and talk about the devil jonda!"

The housekeeper stepped out of the line and said cautiously, "that devil jonda was the slave of his master. When he was young, he was given as a servant and dress master because of his good appearance disguised by the devil. However, he was vicious and cunning in his heart. He had done many evil deeds and wanted to seduce miss solantum... The master found his disguised face and wanted to punish him..."

After listening to the story, the great Lama looked at the Dharma guardians secretly and talked with his mind: "it seems that jonda was not the one who killed the two great lamas and caused the murder in the holy land. Huokang and his family were just cursed. We should catch jonda and torture him if he knew the devil who committed the murder."

After that, he came to huokang, gently smeared butter on master huokang's forehead, and chanted Sanskrit with the lamas next to him... Qiongda on the altar suddenly showed a color of pain, and the doll wrapped in highland barley had burned itself. He felt the pain from the deepest part of his body, and the summoned devil ruthlessly ate his body.

Countless green and black blood left from his seven orifices. The huge reverse bite brought by the breaking of the curse is taking his life. This process is extremely painful, dozens of times more miserable than peeling alive. But this pain can't make jonda wail.

He bit his tongue, pointed to the sky with a vague whimper and cried bitterly: "Buddha! Look at the world! Why are the most innocent people always suffering first? Why are those evil spirits high above? If I am guilty, I am willing to fall into a nose, but the pure Gesang is innocent... You say the reincarnation of good and evil, but her soul is imprisoned in a human skin drum forever!"

"Where is the retribution? Where is the reincarnation of good and evil? Why can those masters who eat and harm people continue to enjoy in the afterlife? The poor people have to suffer forever? Those vicious demons who are lamas on the surface and Demons behind, drink human blood and imprison the souls of good people can harm us for generations? The son of serfs will always be serfs, while the son of nobles will always be Nobility! "

With the passing of jonda's vitality, his hair turned pale and his face was like a dying old man, but he still cursed in the most resentful tone: "no matter who! No matter the devil or God! No matter evil or compassion! Just give me the power of revenge! I will give my soul to him! Jonda here, swear by his soul!"

The last bit of strength disappeared with the oath. With a little connection in the soul, qiongda saw master huokang lying on the bed, dragging the body that had just lifted the curse, prostrate at the feet of the great Lama, and saw that although the huokang family were still unwell, they could warmly greet the distinguished guests of the Potala Palace.

Seeing the big Lama take out the familiar human skin drum and beat it, he felt that he was burning the familiar soul on the human skin drum and felt his position along the little connection of blood. Qiongda wanted to be angry, but he was unable to struggle. His body slipped slowly, knelt down and fell into the mud

Looking at a blood red manzhushahua, growing out in front of him.

A compassionate voice sang: "karma burns the sky, and anger the Demon Lord. I wish all grievances in the world can rise up. I wish all sentient beings in the world can roar and struggle. I wish all powerless men can splash blood five steps! Anger is the last dignity of all sentient beings. With infinite resentment and anger, it burns karma, comets attack the moon and white rainbow runs through the sun!"

Qiongda felt a blazing flame gushing out of his body, burning his body and life with resentment as fuel. The secret demons in his body howled and turned into fuel. With infinite power, qiongda soared into the sky and flew to the side of his soul like a comet.

In huokang's house, the big Lama fiercely opened his eyes and shouted, "devil, dare to come here!"

The big Lama held the Vajra pucker in his hand, and his body suddenly pulled up three feet. He was like a giant Vajra. He waved the Vajra pestle in the air. The red lotus fire in the sky wrapped a skeleton, roared up in the sky, burning blood red flames in his eyes. His fists waved like a hammer and slammed down at the Lama. The Dharma phase of the esoteric Vajra was actually broken like porcelain.

He thought that he had no impurity like a diamond. When he met the karmic fire, it burned. With one breath, the great Lama's soul was drawn out by the karmic fire and burned in the wail. The karmic fire skeleton, with his hands like a knife, wantonly killed everything he saw.

This day and night, the herdsmen can see the direction of master huokang's manor, and the red fire dyed the sky red. Finally, in the countless flame flower sea like red lotus and flowers on the other side, a skeleton embraces the virtual shadow of a beautiful girl and enters a peaceful and peaceful world.