Outside Luoxuewang City.
In the darkness that covers the low hills of the barren mountains, there are fires that grow into long dragons, meandering across the chaotic mountains.
The blazing fire finally stopped at the foot of a lonely mountain.
The firelight reflected a group of soldiers dressed in various colors of Tibetan soldiers' armor and leather jackets, with red flags stuck behind their backs. This group gathered many Tubo local standard armors, including King Zampu's personal bodyguard armor and ordinary soldiers' leather armors.
In the team, the only thing that can be used to identify each soldier is the red flag they carry on their backs.
"Honored Master, why do you stop here?"
In the army, several tall men with helmets and armor drove their strong horses out slowly.
They surrounded the armored old man at the front of the army.
The firelight reflected the old man's gray beard and hair.
He is already in his old age, but he is in good spirits and there is still a constant fire burning in his eyes.
After hearing the questions from several generals and disciples, the armored old man - Qu Li Guanghai Zang looked at the lonely mountain top in the darkness, with a smile on his old face: "He is my teacher now - your teacher's teacher."
When it comes to law.
He made an agreement with me to meet on Mount Gexi outside King Luoxue's city and teach me the Dharma.
This is Mount Gexi.
You guys wait for me here while I go up the mountain."
The generals and disciples nodded in response.
They were dispersed in the team, restrained the soldiers, and ordered the soldiers under their command to rest where they were.
Qu Liguang Haizang dismounted his strong horse, hung the whip on the saddle, and walked towards Mount Gexi, climbing up the mountain path in the darkness and gradually reaching the top of the mountain.
He walked all the way from the bottom of the mountain, but he saw no iron pot prepared by his master in advance, no fire burning on the top of the mountain, and no other brothers. It seemed that he and the soldiers he led were the only ones around Gexi Mountain.
Team.
The armored old man's heart sank slightly.
The last time my respected master taught the Dharma, there were only five disciples left.
Isn't it possible that... I'm the only one left now...
Quli Guanghaizang climbed to the top of Bald Mountain.
There are no trees on the top of the Gexi Mountain, and there are rocks all around. There is no sign of the revered master on the dark mountain top.
That ominous premonition also became more and more intense in Qu Liguang Haizang's heart.
For the twelve previous lectures, the Master would wait for everyone's arrival early on the hill and cook a pot of broth for everyone. But this time, Qu Liguang Haizang was already waiting on the top of the mountain.
For half an hour, there was still no sign of the revered master.
What happened?
The old man in armor stood on the edge of the mountain and saw a group of cavalry rushing out of the dark night carrying red flags. The cavalry team quickly approached the troops under his command.
His expression did not change.
It is known that the cavalry team carrying the red flag was the scout he sent to the surrounding areas to find out the news.
Some generals greeted the troops and communicated with the cavalry.
Not long after, the general led the cavalry back to the army.
Bursts of noise gradually came from the troops under Qu Li Guang Hai Zang.
There were waves of exclamations and cheers.
what happened?
The thought just flashed through Qu Liguang Haizang's mind - at this moment, he suddenly felt that among the hidden sources floating around, the aura of the 'Great Transformation Source' was getting stronger - a red tide surged in the sky, and the red tide was rolling,
Suddenly he rushed over the top of Gexi Mountain where Quli Guanghaizang was located.
The strong aura of Dahua origin dissipated from the red tide.
The red tide also dissipated silently into the dark night.
——Qu Li Guang Hai Zang saw a human head appearing where the red tide had dissipated.
He stared at the head, suddenly opened his mouth wide, and shouted miserably: "Respected master, respected master——"
He rushed over in a hurry and picked up the pale head with eyes tightly closed on the ground.
——That is the head of his teacher, ‘Yuan Mo’.
"How could this happen? Master, how could this happen?" Qu Li Guang Hai Zang held the head. He couldn't believe his eyes, but the iron-clad fact was right in front of him. His teacher, Yuan Mo, had lost everything.
The head with the breath of life was held in his hands!
…
Qu Liguang Haizang tore off the hem of his robe and carefully wrapped his head.
He walked down the mountain, his face infinitely sad.
But the faces of the soldiers under his command were all filled with joy.
Such a warm atmosphere lingered in the army.
As a result, several generals did not notice the sadness on Qu Liguanghai's face.
Everyone greeted the teacher who was carrying his head down the mountain and cheered: "Teacher!"
"teacher!"
"The scouts came with news that King Zampu has been killed in Lakda Plain!
People everywhere revolted one after another, and King Zanpu’s descendants scattered everywhere were conquered!”
"The leader of the secret Buddhist sect, 'Master Jinglian', was seriously injured in Lakda. He has led the Buddha to move to Xikacuo and a hundred disciples to various places in the secret treasure to search for the 'terma' and heal it."
My own injuries!”
“We were originally worried that we wouldn’t be able to knock down these two mountains—unexpectedly, these two mountains were knocked down first!”
"Teacher, our career finally has hope!"
The disciples gathered around Quli Guanghaizang, talking in a variety of ways.
Qu Li Guang Haizang listened silently to the reports of his disciples.
He raised his face and glanced at the smug faces of his disciples.
He moved his lips and asked his disciples softly: "Who killed King Zanpu?
Who severely damaged the Supreme Leader of the Secret Bound Buddhism?"
The disciples looked at each other for a moment.
They all replied: "No one knows the name of that person."
"Some people say that the man first killed King Zanpu on Lakda Plain, and Master Jinglian came to reinforce him. He then fought with Master Jinglian and seriously injured Master Jinglian. That day, the sky above Lakda Plain was filled with
Red!"
"Countless yang gods gathered on the plains of Lakda.
The world is filled with their cries."
"That's a man with blood-red eyes."
"I heard that he also has a body of thousands of meters long and a follower of the yeo god with twelve arms."
"There are also bones and skeletons accompanying him."
"..."
"I know, I know." Quli Guanghaizang nodded, with a smile on his face, "This is a good thing after all. King Zanpu's lineage was cut off, and Master Jinglian was severely injured and had no time to care.
It's a good thing after all.
It's almost dawn.
Let's bury the pot and make rice here.
Let’s also celebrate this good thing.”
"yes!"
The generals responded one after another.
Qu Liguang Haizang carried Yuan Mo's head on his back and walked to a quiet and uninhabited place.
He held the head, tears rolling silently from his eyes.
…
"Is it this mountain? Why don't you see other senior fellow apprentices?"
"It's this mountain.
The thirteenth teaching of the Dharma that the respected master said is right here 'under the hill'."
In the darkness, there were subtle conversations.
A group of people dressed simply but still well-dressed gathered under a low hill.
Wu Jin Jiangqu was talking to her husband.
She looked up at the silent hill in the darkness, then turned to her husband Duoji and said, "I'll go up and have a look."
"I'll go with you." Dorje took the baby in Wujin Jiangqu's arms and said to the people behind him, "Wujin and I will go up the mountain to have a look first. I'll tell you what happens later!"
Venerable Master’s thirteenth lecture is here.
He won’t fail to come!”
"Okay! Brother Dorje, be careful then!"
"We'll wait at the bottom of the mountain!"
"We brought our own cattle and sheep, hoping to share them with Yuan Mo..."
Duoji nodded, followed Wujin Jiangqu, who looked anxious, and hurried up the mountain with her.
There is no one on the mountain.
Wu Jin Jiangqu looked incomprehensible.
"Wujin, what's wrong with you?" Dorje looked at the uneasy look on Wujin Jiangqu's face, and felt uneasy in his heart, "Did we go the wrong way?
Isn't it here under the hill?"
His wife Wu Jin Jiangqu shook her head and whispered: "I don't know either.
It's just that my premonition is very bad.
It seems like something bad has happened, something serious has happened..."
Duoji became even more nervous after hearing this.
Ever since my wife received the "Great Transformation of Origin" curse seal, her intuition has always been very accurate.
Since she said this now, it means that something terrible and terrible must have happened.
What will happen?
Isn’t ‘under that hill’ a safe place anymore?
While the couple was thinking, a gust of scarlet wind blew from the sky.
Low wailing sounds flowed in the red wind.
The phantoms of wild beasts hovered in the red wind.
The form of 'Yuan Mo Fu Xing Shadow' meandered in the red wind, silently watching Wu Jin Jiangqu, and for a while - Wu Jin Jiangqu stretched out her hand towards 'Yuan Mo Fu Xing Shadow', but her arm went through After passing the other party's illusory figure, tears suddenly flowed from her eyes: "Ah Fu, Ah Fu - have you died?
My teacher, what happened to him?"
"Ugh..." Long Ni Laifu's shadow wailed in a low voice.
The red wind dissipated.
The phantoms of the wolves also dissipated.
Where the gust of wind had stayed, only a few stumps of limbs were left.
Wujin Jiangqu and Dorje burst into tears when they saw those ruined bodies.
When the people at the foot of the mountain heard the sad wailing on the mountain, they immediately felt something strange. The young men took out their knives and walked up the hill together - an even louder wailing spread throughout the mountains and fields!
While weeping, they pieced together the mutilated corpses into a tall, headless body.
Wu Jin Jiangqu held up a woman's head covered with dim yellow scales. The woman's head did not match the tall body on the ground at all!
She recognized the headless body on the ground.
All Yuan Mo's disciples recognize Yuan Mo's figure.
…
Kalachakra calendar, year of the Fire Ox, July.
King Zanpu killed for the ‘Yuan Demon’.
All the royal heirs who enfeoffed various lands were exterminated by a group of rebels.
The lineage of King Zanpu was extinguished.
The master of the Dabai Mountain King Temple, ‘Master Jinglian’, was seriously injured by the ‘Yuan Mo’.
In order to search for the treasures of the fragments of the "Five Virtues" scattered in various places in the secret store, Master Jinglian led more than a hundred disciples and the Buddha's mother moved to Xijia's house to search for the treasures in various places in the secret store.
It is rumored that although Master Jinglian killed Yuan Mo, he was also seriously injured by Yuan Mo's desperate counterattack. His mind was sometimes clear and sometimes chaotic, and he was no longer able to take charge of the Secret Bound Buddhism. The Secret Bound Buddhism thus collapsed into four branches with different practices. group'.
There are differences among the four groups, and the mutual strife within the Secret Buddhism has become increasingly fierce.
The Tubo dynasty fell apart.
The rebel army rose up and the people violently looted the land.
The war that was originally directed at the nobles and lords quickly spread to innocent civilians.
The leaders who overthrew the tyranny made peace with the nobles, lords, and upper-class monks, and controlled the power of the entire secret realm.
The red tide was annihilated.
Under the control of the monks, in order to prevent the righteous people from rising again, a more harsh rule came to the secret land.
(End of chapter)
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