C71 Ascetic Monk

What surprised me was that the lama came back the next day.

This time, it was much more straightforward than last time. He directly took the magic wheel and started chanting at my door. When he saw me coming out, he immediately put on a drinking pose.

I was a little dizzy. I bought him two bottles of wine yesterday and finished them in one night.

I also got Zhang Tiangang to buy two bottles for him.

Zhang Tiangang was slightly discontented: "Brother Qin, I think he is treating us as wine cellars. It would be alright if we were like this every day."

"Let it be." I don't think so. After all, the Lama drank the cheapest Erguotou. It didn't cost much.

Zhang Tiangang bought the wine, and the lama took a big gulp as usual.

I wanted to talk to him, but remembered that he couldn't speak Chinese, so I waved my hand and asked him where he came from.

The Lama put down the wine and began to draw with his fingers on his palm, as if he were going to write.

It turned out that although the Lama couldn't speak Chinese, he could recognize Chinese characters. I took a notebook and handed it to the Lama.

The Lama wrote to tell me that his name was Zhang Jia, and that he was an ascetic monk from the Qagang Faction in Tibet who had pursued buddhist arts all the way here. He was very grateful to me for giving him wine these two days.

Zhang Tiangang asked Zhang Jia what was wrong with his hidden blade. Zhang Jia told him:

"That's not a hidden blade, it's a magical equipment from their secret sect." Then, Zhang Jia wrote a long line of words in Tibetan. It was that magic tool's name.

We don't know what the meaning of this name means, but hearing the two words "Secret Sect", Zhang Tiangang became a little proud.

"Do you still remember the string of Necklace that was on Yao Boqing's neck?" Zhang Tiangang asked me.

It was only then did I remember. Zhang Tiangang also said that it was a magical equipment from the Hidden Buddhist Secret Sect.

It was very possible that the expert next to Yao Boqing was a lama from a secret sect.

Then wouldn't the lama in front of him be the same as him? They would always be able to get some information from him.

I asked Zhang Jia if he knew any other monks in this place. Zhang Jia waved his hands, and wrote on the Paper s that he had arrived here under the guidance of a god. Somehow, he felt that this place needed him to ferment.

In Tibetan Buddhism, deities and spirits were even more naturalized. What he meant by 'deity' was likely to be its intuition.

The Buddha used to roam the four seas, above the heart, and finally became the true fruit under the Bodhi tree.

Zhang Tiangang suddenly glanced at me and said in a low voice:

"I heard that the secret sects of Tibetan Buddhism all have some methods. As for the Howe Court Apartments, I might as well ask for his help."

I slapped my thigh. I felt that it was okay, so I wrote it down on the Paper, hoping that Zhang Jia would help us.

If he could accomplish this, he would be able to carry a crate of wine with him, not to mention the two heads of Niu Fai Mountain.

I drove Zhang Jia to Howe Court Apartments.

In fact, this apartment wasn't just in the villa area. There were more than ten high-rise residential areas beside the villa area, and without exception, all of these residential areas had cats in them.

Whether it was the green belt or the road, there were dozens of cats. It was like a cat city.

When Zhang Jia saw these cats, he seemed to be disgusted. When he saw the serious expression on the cats' faces, he continuously turned the scripture and recited the incantations.

I asked him why. Zhang Jia told me that in the Secret Sect, cats are considered to be close to the Yin Yang Darkness, and they like blood and evil spirits.

This place had so many cats, so it might have evil spirits.

After I heard it, I nodded my head slightly. I felt that this Zhang Jia still had some ability, so I continued to walk around here with Zhang Tiangang.

These days, the house was too tight. Before the house could be built, most of it had already been sold.

Therefore, the first phase of the house had just been built and already had people living inside. The second and third phase of the residential complex was still awaiting construction.

However, the efficiency of the Taug and Xu Tianming was very high. By the time he finished speaking yesterday, most of the projects in the Howe Court Apartments had already stopped.

This mass grave was very large, with only a dozen or so houses for each period. The remaining houses for construction were empty and seemed somewhat desolate.

I brought Zhang Jia to stand on top of the Site, and after Zhang Jia looked at it, he immediately closed his eyes and started spinning frantically, continuously chanting some scriptures and becoming nervous.

I called out to him a few times but Zhang Jia didn't reply. In the end, I became a little anxious and grabbed onto his Scroll.

Zhang Jia quickly wrote a line of words on his notebook and told me: "There are evil spirits and evil spirits here. He tried to use the scriptures to surpass them, but it was to no avail, as if there was a devil controlling this place."

Zhang Tiangang and I looked at the words written on the Paper, then looked at each other. We quickly asked him what kind of demon king he was.

Zhang Jia only wrote on the ground in fear: That is a type of indescribably evil and angry power, it is very strong, and even the slightest feeling is difficult to resist.

After Zhang Jia finished writing, he sat down cross-legged on the ground and took out a dagger from within his robes. He stabbed the dagger into the ground, leaving behind a white jade hilt.

After that, Zhang Jia started to recite the scripture, the way he recited it was as though he was reciting a chant, the original melody was extremely smooth, causing Zhang Tiangang and I to be captivated by it.

But not long after, the melody actually started to rise abruptly, and started to increase in speed. Zhang Jia's eyes were still tightly shut, and after singing for a long period of time, the melody started to increase bit by bit.

Finally, Zhang Jia's voice became the loudest as he started chanting, and his speed became even faster.

Although we could not understand the Tibetan scripture, but it also seemed to be like ten thousand rivers surging, or a million soldiers fighting together.

Zhang Jia's speed became even faster, and beads of sweat started to appear on his forehead, his expression evidently becoming deeper.

Suddenly, a beng sound came out as the rope to the scripture scroll was broken. Zhang Jia's face became pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhang Jia's hands trembled as he wrote on the paper: "The Demon King underground is extremely angry. I wanted to chant the sutra to subdue him, but his body has the support of the divine light, so I am unable to enter his body. My cultivation is too low, and my buddhist arts are unable to deal with him."

After writing, Zhang Jia made a drinking gesture. I hurriedly opened the second pot of Niu Fai Mountain that I had prepared beforehand, and let him take a big gulp.

After drinking it, Zhang Jia's complexion recovered a little. He pulled out the dagger from the ground, and took a look, the dagger actually had some mucus with black granules on it, which was transparent.