The 'Taoist' who was transformed from Su Wu's thought completely merged with the remnant soul of 'Dotso Bajie' within a few breaths of time.
He was immersed in the "collective memory" of Noh Bentoku teachers!
In the 'collective memory', I was quickly infected by a certain Lu's aura.
At the same time, the various scenes witnessed by the 'Taoist priest' also continued to flow into Su Wu's thoughts.
Indistinct murmurs came from all directions, layer upon layer surrounding Su Wu's thoughts.
All kinds of gibbering sounds were repeated over and over again.
After countless repeated echoes, Su Wu finally gradually heard what 'they' said - some pictures began to appear in front of his eyes, from blurry to clear.
"We have discovered the ultimate end of the world -
The supreme terma of the secret realm.
The root cause of the spirit of all things.”
A certain voice explained all the reasons in Su Wu's ears.
The vague picture that emerged in Su Wu's mind gradually turned into Dunwang Mountain covered with vegetation and shrubs, forming a large green meadow.
A group of Nengben Buddhist masters in black robes, holding various flags and banners, traveled a long distance here.
They set up camp at the foot of Dunwang Mountain.
The monks slaughtered a whole black yak at the foot of the mountain, separated the head, hide, bones, and internal organs, and burned them all to ashes in a fire pit surrounded by stones.
Later, they burned the yak meat completely with fire.
A large amount of expensive silk, cloth and food were burned.
Regardless of whether it is the gods' sect, the Neng sect, or the swastika sect, they all have the tradition of burning food and property to provide for the gods. This tradition continues from generation to generation and becomes more and more intense, causing a massive waste of the already scarce resources in the secret area.
In the matter of worshiping witches and ghosts, the people's livelihood in the Tibetan area has become even more miserable and the national strength has been exhausted.
The fire was roaring in the fire pit, and bursts of black smoke were blown into the distance by the wind.
Several dedicated masters in colorful clothes and various ferocious beast-shaped masks danced strange and evil dances in front of the fire pit.
Accompanying their dance, there is also a dedicated master who chants the "Balu Divine Sound" and composes songs with drums and horns.
"Buzz! Huh! Zhi! Mi! Yeah! Huh! Leah! Toot!"
Amidst the bursts of desolate singing, Master Du, standing in the center, stepped barefoot into the still burning fire pit.
His whole body was bathed in the fire, and he knelt in the fire pit, constantly pushing away the piles of ashes at his feet, and finally found a finger-long, cylindrical object in the ashes.
Su Wu squinted at the cylindrical agate object, feeling suddenly enlightened.
That is a 'Dzi Bead'.
Dzi beads, stones descended from heaven, reincarnations of ‘termas’.
Master Du walked out of the fire pit, shaking off the fire that was still burning all over his body. His clothes were as before, his complexion was as usual, and it seemed that he had not been damaged by the flames at all.
He raised the dzi bead in his hand, and the sun shone down from the ceiling. A beam of light reflected the dzi bead transparently inside and outside, and the patterns on the dzi bead were projected on the earth around the master.
Leaving behind a complex and mysterious shadow.
The shadows surrounding the master were connected to form a 'swastika'.
When many Nōnen teachers saw the 'swastika' that was still spinning slowly on the ground, they suddenly became ecstatic and started dancing on the spot.
Three or four Du Shi masters dragged thick black chains from behind, and a man in gold and red robes was imprisoned at the other end of the chains.
The man's robe was embroidered with many 'swastika' characters.
The man in gold and red robes yelled at the numerous Neng Ben sect masters, but he was punched and kicked by the Neng sect masters, who stripped him of his rich clothes and pushed him into the fire pit.
Master Du, holding the Dzi Bead, turned around and looked at the naked man squatting in the fire pit. He was rubbing the Dzi Bead in his palm with both hands.
Puffs of golden-red flames rose up again from the extinguished and cooled fire pit, clinging to the naked man's body. In the man's frantic struggle and wailing, the golden-red flames burned him into pieces.
The black smoke and black and yellow bones of Dunwang Mountain.
Master Na Du strung the Dzi beads on a thick rope and hung them around his neck.
When Su Wu was stringing the dzi beads together, he was able to count the round holes on the dzi beads. There were six holes, which were the "six-eyed dzi beads".
This six-eyed dzi bead looked particularly familiar to Su Wu.
It was the one inlaid on the back of the withered claw - now, this Dzi Bead has been mastered by Su Wu.
After that, Master Du, who had six-eyed Dzi beads hanging around his neck, took many of his companions and climbed Dunwang Mountain along the direction of the bursts of black smoke.
They climbed over mountains and ridges, and finally stopped in front of a cliff covered by lush trees on Dunwang Mountain.
The murmurs that had been silent for a long time were heard in Su Wu's ears layer by layer. At the same time, his mind saw those dedicated masters who were able to teach the religion clustered around the moss-covered mountain.
In front of the wall.
On the mountain wall, there is a crack that winds down from the top to the bottom of the mountain wall.
The disciples gathered in front of the crack. From the crack, they could vaguely see a line of purple-red light flowing behind the crack. Under the purple-red light, there was darkness everywhere.
“In heaven and earth, disasters and calamities will never end.
The god of disaster still shows no mercy to us even after we offer sacrifices as high as the mountains.
We can only find relief in life by ourselves.
In the cycle of existence and destruction of all kinds of creatures under the burning fire of God, we have found the door to the ultimate treasure.
The God of all gods, the treasure of the gathered gods!
Break away all the catastrophes of death, eliminate all disasters, and feed on the deceitful people!
The ultimate in the world, the supreme treasure!
Buzz! Mah! Squeak! Mi! Yeah! Huh! Leah! Toot!”
The murmurs that sounded like a tide in Su Wu's ears gradually became fanatical——
The monks who gathered in front of the mountain wall moved stones and built a fire pit at the foot of the mountain wall. They lit the fire again. This time, they did not have yaks, pearls or silk, and the one who was suspected to be the "Swastika Bon Sect"
Master's, a human sacrifice wearing a gold and red robe.
They used themselves as sacrifices and lined up to jump into the fire pit!
The fire became more intense, and the smelly black smoke filled the winding cracks on the mountain wall!
Finally, the old monk with the six-eyed dzi beads on his neck led three black-clothed monks into the blazing fire——
After the fierce flames, the crack winding down in the center of the mountain wall overflowed with white light at this moment, wrapping the four masters bathed in flames into it!
Su Wu saw from the perspective of 'Dotso Bajie' - in front of his head, charred corpses were connected one after another in the void, forming a 'road' that reached the end of the sky!
‘He’ managed to raise his head and saw the sky overflowing like a purple-red sea tide!
That purple-red sea tide is actually a mixture of rotting corpse water and blood!
Huge corpses were wandering aimlessly in the purple-red sea tide, gathering and dispersing at times!
On this long road where the burnt corpses of many Tuk Masters such as 'Dotso Bajie' were connected one after another, the old Tuk Master with six-eyed dzi beads hanging around his neck walked slowly with three young Tuk Masters.
On both sides of the heavenly road, mountain walls stand towering, sandwiching the heavenly road.
The old master led the three young masters to the end of the heavenly road and disappeared into the purple sky where two mountains intersected at the end.
I don't know how long it took.
Under the purple skyline, a blurry figure walked out.
The figure gradually became clearer from far to near.
With his hunched back and a bulging black cloth bag on his back, Master Lao Tu walked tremblingly through the long road of scorched corpses, stepped on the head of 'Docuo Bajie', and walked out of this 'world of a thread of heaven'
.
The fire pit built with stones in front of the mountain wall is already covered with moss.
Clumps of shrubs and weeds grew out of the firepit.
In the world of Yixiantian, Master Lao Du only walked from one place to another along the long road paved with scorched corpses, and stopped for a moment at the end of the world of Yixiantian. However, in the real world, one or two days had passed.
month's time.
Master Lao Du pushed aside the weeds and shrubs and walked out of the shrubs with his legs up.
There was nothing behind him, and the bulging black cloth pocket was not visible at all.
There was nothing on his neck, and the six-eyed dzi bead was gone.
The black robe on his body was in tatters, and under the black robe full of holes, his skin was exposed, which was like gelatin. On the smooth and tender skin of his back, a female face gradually emerged, with delicate features and a beautiful face.
.
‘Old Master’ staggered down Dunwang Mountain.
——In the lush Dunwang Mountain, a woman wearing a tattered black robe staggered down the mountain. Although she was not fully clothed, she had a natural beauty, and there was a seductive charm between her eyebrows.
At the foot of Dunwang Mountain, a long queue of vehicles temporarily stopped here.
Slaves carried nobles in rich clothes to visit the mountains and enjoy the mountain scenery.
The woman in rags met the rich man in rich clothes.
…
'Docuo Bajie' was in the 'collective memory' of many Duben masters. When the 'Old Du Ben master' walked out of the world of Yixiantian, he had already stagnated. All the scenes that Su Wu saw after that were all things he forcibly used.
It is deduced that the remnant soul of Dotso Bajie is connected with the unknown "Lu" breath in the collective world!
The old master carrying a bulging black cloth bag in the world of Yixiantian, after walking out of the world of Yixiantian, there was nothing behind him. He walked down Dunwang Mountain, but he turned into a beautiful figure, closed up
A woman who is shy of the moon!
Su Wu had seen that woman.
That’s what Rinchen Zambashi, the mother of Naikangze, looks like in her girlish form!
What on earth did Master Neng Ben teach memorize from the ‘One-line Sky World’?!
It seems that this 'Girl's Corpse of Rinchen Zamba' is undoubtedly the 'Lu' stored in the world of One Line of Sky - is that world of One Line of Sky connected to the 'Kunlun Sea Source in the Sky'?
The portal that buries the ultimate treasure is the ‘One-line World’ of Dunwang Mountain?!
However, on the 'road' that Su Wu saw from 'the sky', 'Dunwang Mountain' was only one of the more obvious targets. After 'Dunwang Mountain', there should still be some distance to walk.
Only then can we reach the 'Kunlun Sea Source in the Sky'——
Su Wu's fingertips were coiled with red and white firewood. He pressed one finger into the Bagua plate on the altar, burning out the wisp of Lu's aura swirling in it.
At this time, bursts of horse bells came from afar.
(End of chapter)
This chapter has been completed!