Chapter 217: The wind blows on the mountain, but its still dark
The rafters of the thatched house leaked wind from all directions, and the gloomy night seeped into the house from the shabby place. In the distance, there were faint cries of cold crows, which almost filled the forest with strange shadows lurking. For example, Jiang Wen was always in the dim light, always feeling
Deep in the dense forest, a wisp of scalp-numbing red ocher is constantly swaying.
Jiang Wen was still thinking about it when he suddenly heard Sonny's mother-in-laws gathered around and making a fuss. Luo Shuang'er, who had been unconscious for a long time, gasped for air. The purple blood vessels on her skin expanded and contracted, as if something was about to leave.
The pain came out of her body and was spreading rapidly throughout her body.
Several Sunny grannies quickly fetched a large wooden basin, lifted Luo Shuang'er up from the ground, beat her chest and back, and shook a handful of smoking juniper, atractylodes, and honey locust branches in front of her mouth and nose.
Not long after, a rolling sound could be heard in Luo Shuang'er's chest, and a large mouthful of bruised blood fell into the wooden basin like an arrow. Where the black blood was scattered, there seemed to be several small snakes squirming in the dark wood.
It wasn't until he exhausted all his strength that he merged into the unidentifiable pus and blood, and no longer showed any strange appearance.
"The mothers-in-law said that the 'duxi' has been forced out, and the female donor will be fine soon."
Pinzhao translated the mumbling words of Sunny's mother-in-laws, and the situation was exactly as he said. One second he was vomiting blood in agony, and the next moment his face returned to a rosy color, and his eyes suddenly opened as bright as crystal.
Jade, as if he had completely recovered his health in just a few breaths.
"...I...why am I here?"
Luo Shuang'er subconsciously wiped the corners of her mouth, and raised her hand to find that her snow-white sleeves were stained with blood. She also saw Jiang Wen and Pin Zhao looking straight at her, as if they were seeing a patient who had recovered from his illness, for fear that she would die again the next second.
fainted.
Jiang Wen hurriedly stepped forward to support Luo Shuang'er: "Sister Shuang, you were fumigated in the stone cave medicine pool earlier. I don't know if you were hit by a ghost or poisoned. Suddenly there was no news. I broke the stone cave and rescued you!"
"
Luo Shuang'er frowned slightly, thinking hard about her last memory: "I was in the cave at the time, and I seemed to hear someone laughing slyly, so I looked around in silence, but didn't see anything. At that time, I vaguely
I guessed that the sound might come from the top of my head, but just as I was about to raise my head, I fainted..."
Jiang Wen slapped his thigh: "Yes! There are two strange paintings secretly hidden on the top of the cave. It is said that the former Zen Master Benwu personally copied the Hanshan image from Hanyan in Tiantai Mountain. As expected, you also encountered something wrong.
!”
Pinzhao approached hesitantly and wanted to tell him about the poison, but Jiang Wen stopped him with his eyes.
"No, there seems to be something missing..."
Luo Shuang'er didn't relax her brows at this time, and said ambiguously: "More than that, I... I still vaguely remember that I seemed to be sleeping in a place surrounded by birds singing and the fragrance of flowers. It was your voice ringing in my ears that brought me out of my dream.
Wake up."
After Jiang Wen heard this, he showed a hint of relief in his nervousness: "Sister Shuang, you actually still remember all this? You were unconscious after being rescued, or was it Abbot Hongbian who arranged for us to come here to seek medical treatment and used something similar to 'Guanhuayuan'
'The method will wake you up."
"Sister Shuang, why are you still frowning? This may be just because the cave has not seen the light for a long time. The miasma in the mountains usually hides in the crevices of the rocks and is not released until it is hot that day. Now that you are fine, everything will be fine... Xiao Pinzhao
Master, are you right?"
Pinzhao was called out at an unexpected moment. Before he had time to think about what he said, he was already nodding his head in agreement under Jiang Wen's murderous gaze.
Jiang Wen tried his best to hide the fact that Luo Shuang'er was poisoned because poison was a very scary thing in the eyes of many people. In the old days, medicine was backward and many diseases in remote areas could not be effectively treated.
Blame it on Gu. For example, Qianbao of the Jin Dynasty also said in "Sou Shen Ji": "There is a monster in the box, like a ghost. Its monster shape changes, and it is a miscellaneous and special species. It may be a pig, a dog, or an insect or a snake, and everyone knows it.
Its shape is always used on the people, and everyone who touches it will die."
Such a vague judgment method is actually very detrimental to understanding. Just like blaming ghosts for strange things, it will only infinitely amplify inner fear and lead to serious errors in judgment.
This is especially true for superstitions in remote areas. In the witchcraft beliefs of the Han people, there is often only good and evil, and no gender opposition. However, among southern ethnic minorities such as the Miao, when matriarchy is replaced by patriarchy, the cultural
The legacy of gender opposition is much stronger. Once this opposition manifests itself in witchcraft beliefs, only male wizards occupying orthodox positions are the ones maintaining social order.
And like the evasive Granny Sunny in front of us, these witches who once dominated the matrilineal society have become disruptors of order and are falsely accused of being the inheritors of black witchcraft. Therefore, all male witches cannot explain or
All natural and man-made disasters in Luanjie were blamed on witches, so the absurd conclusion that women were poisoned was deduced.
In Jiang Wen's view, Gu is scary because of its technique rather than its toxicity, and it definitely has no mystery comparable to that of Yixi. He would rather believe that when Kong Yingda of the Tang Dynasty annotated "Zuo Zhuan·Year Zhao Gong", he said "
"What is Gu": "Those who use poison to treat people without making them aware of it are now called poisonous poisons."
Jiang Wen quickly thought about how he could get rid of the poisonous thing, and at the same time increased the intensity of his threats to Pinzhao. Anyway, as long as Pinzhao didn't leak anything, the other Sunny's mother-in-laws couldn't speak the language and wouldn't leak the secrets.
Pulling his sleeves with his fingers, his face became increasingly gloomy——
"No, I remember that I fainted in the pool that day, so who gave me this outfit..."
After hearing this, Jiang Wen's expression froze, and he put his hands behind his back and waved them repeatedly, hoping that Pinzhao would find a topic to save him. When he turned around, he found that the young monk Pinzhao had closed his eyes and lowered his head like an Arhat listening to sutras, concentrating on the golden light in his heart.
The Buddha cannot pay attention to any foreign objects.
Just as Luo Shuang'er's sullen look was about to show, Jiang Wen suddenly stared at Luo Shuang'er and spoke seriously and quickly.
"Miss Luo, actually I have discovered something very important. Did your master by Dongting Lake go to Fujian in his early years?"
Luo Shuang'er saw that the title in Jiang Wen's mouth had changed, and was stunned by this unexpected question. She subconsciously replied: "I don't know much about Master's early experiences."
Jiang Wen showed a very confident smile and said to Luo Shuang'er: "In my opinion, this matter is almost certain - after all, this Kung Fu of 'the god sits high and the spiritual platform shines all over the sky' is very popular in the world today.
There is absolutely no way that a fourth person will understand!"
"Why do you say it's the fourth one?"
Luo Shuang'er was shocked by Jiang Wen's confident look. She bit her lower lip and asked quietly: "...do you know my master?"
Jiang Wen smiled extremely arrogantly and said to Luo Shuang'er: "Although I don't recognize your master, I recognize this martial arts, and I even met your senior brother in Fuzhou City. To be honest, the nameless name passed down to you by your respected master
Internal strength, actually called the [Shen Zhao Sutra], is one of the best magical skills in the world, and your ability to turn danger into safety this time is also related to it!"
People who are pushed into a hurry can often burst out with unlimited potential. At this moment, Jiang Wen was so blessed that he noticed a familiar origin from before.
He had seen before that there was a divine light in Luo Shuang'er's eyes, changing from yin to yang, and clinging to the candle of the mourning altar. When he thought about it, it was actually the same as when the god in Ding Dian's eyes was sitting high on the mourning altar, with the light shining between his eyebrows.
They are the same, except that Luo Shuang'er's divine light is dim and has not yet been condensed to the point where she possesses both spirit and form.
"Miss Luo, the skill your master taught you omitted the secret method of 'condensing the gods' and replaced it with the method of concentrating the gods through visualization. It can only allow you to imitate some of the essence of the soul by relying on Nuo dance, so it is said that it is
It is an incomplete kung fu, but it is finally a new way from the outside to the inside, allowing your kung fu to grow to the point of being unique in just a few years."
Jiang Wen looked at Luo Shuang'er and sighed.
Where did Ding Dian's kung fu come from? He was struggling and wandering in a state of mental exhaustion and extreme pain, and he was in a prison cell. He faced powerful enemies every day for more than ten years, which made his mental toughness to an extremely terrifying level.
, can he push his kung fu to the extreme and develop the unfathomable inner power of Shenzhao Jing, which makes Jiang Wen's scalp numb when he thinks of the Shenzhao Jing with twelve successful powers.
On the other hand, Luo Shuang'er was just a daughter of more than ten years old. She was in a misty Dongting, afraid of water and helpless. Just tempering one's character did not happen overnight. It would have been absolutely impossible to master the Shenzhao Sutra skills that emphasize character.
Her master's unique teachings allowed her to break into a new world.
Seeing Jiang Wenyan speaking conclusively, Luo Shuang'er suddenly turned her head with a reddish complexion: "...How do you know about contemplation? Master only vaguely mentioned it once."
Jiang Wen smiled faintly and said: "I have my own way of knowing, and I'm not afraid of you going to verify it. Unfortunately, your master is so elusive that it's hard to find him. If you don't believe it, you can come with me to Fuzhou City and let your senior brother teach you the "Shen Zhao Sutra" personally.
The right path of cultivation.”
The blush on Luo Shuang'er's face hadn't faded. After hearing the words, Jiang had already grabbed her wrist and injected a stream of zhenqi into her meridians. "Let's stop talking and get back to the business. You can see if your own meridians have recovered."
As before, even better than before?"
Caught off guard, Luo Shuang'er felt that there was a warm current in the triple burner meridian of Shaoyang in her hand, which was unimpededly opening up the blockage to the sky. Suddenly, an endless internal force surged out of her body, turning into a vortex and swallowing the warm current. Originally,
His tired look was also cleared up.
"What's going on? Why do I feel so different even though I have just recovered from a serious illness?"
After finishing the exercise, Luo Shuang'er grabbed Jiang Wen's sleeve in surprise. She suddenly thought that now that her body had recovered, she could return to Guangdong to rescue her father, and she couldn't help but feel happy.
"This is because you got a blessing in disguise, a 'cold mountain energy' entangled your Dantian Qi sea, and the medicinal effect nourished the meridians just right."
Jiang Wen said calmly: "The "Shenzhao Jing" also focuses on the upper Dantian, and Hanshan Jin dominates the lower Dantian. The two can live in peace and depend on each other. This not only repairs the damage to the eight extraordinary meridians, but also continuously provides
Internal strength just saves you the process of hard work in cultivating internal strength."
As the saying goes, same people have different fates, and the mysterious Hanshan Jin is a stubborn stone in Jiang Wen's body that blocks the rotation of the gears, causing the internal force to stagnate, but in Luo Shuang'er's case, it becomes a steady stream of firewood in the furnace.
It is also exquisite and proficient, at least it is equivalent to the internal strength gained from ten years of hard training.
"Everything in the world cannot be written by chance. You should gather your mind and stabilize your internal strength first. I will tell you the story about Hanshan Jin later. Having said that, without the help of young master Pinzhao this time, you would still have to go through trouble to open the Sanjiao entrance.
A lot of effort.”
Seeing that Luo Shuang'er was in shock, Jiang Wen turned the conversation to Pin Zhao, who was wandering outside the world.
"Donor Jiang, can you guess who poisoned me?"
The gray-faced Pinzhao swallowed down the awe in his heart and asked quickly.
"Well. Little Master Pinzhao, I have something to ask you. You just need to answer me yes or no."
Jiang Wen's right arm is still splinted, making it difficult to move. It was stretched and stretched and he was in pain again. At this time, he simply stood up. His body was wrapped in a robe and was slightly rickety in the night wind, facing away from his back.
He spoke in the darkness of the mountain, not wanting anyone to see his expression.
"Before ordering you to go out, did Abbot Hongbian summon the elders in the temple and only talk about trivial matters?"
Pinzhao was about to tactfully refuse to answer, but after listening he couldn't guess Jiang Wen's intention. He just felt that since the other party did not force him to reveal the exact information, just nodding his head would not be considered a violation.
——Then he turned and nodded slightly.
Jiang Wen's expression became solemn: "Then the time when Abbot Hongbian called you to speak was just earlier than the time when several elders came, and everyone met each other? Or simply, you just left in front of them
?”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Pinzhao's expression was astonished. He carefully recalled the previous scenes. After the scenes emerged, he suddenly realized that the actual situation was exactly the same as what Jiang Wen said.
So after being stunned for a moment, he nodded vigorously.
Jiang Wen breathed out slowly and suddenly turned his head to look at Pinzhao, who had no idea why. "I have one last question. Does the abbot think that something big will happen to Xitan Temple soon? It will be big enough for Abbot Lian Hongbian."
Are you not sure you can solve it?"
Pinzhao's Adam's apple was shaking up and down, as if he wanted to say everything he thought and knew, but the words he promised the abbot before leaving were stuck in his throat, and in the end he could only nod deeply three times.
"As expected. There must be an insider in Xitan Temple who revealed the information to Prince Pingxi. Abbot Hongbian was vaguely aware of it, so he cautiously tested these insiders."
A smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Wen's lips, he leaned against the crumbling door frame and expressed all the speculations in his mind.
"Among all the people, the only one he absolutely believed in was his junior brother Master Anren, so naturally he didn't think twice about it. After realizing something was wrong, he first arranged for the two of us to go to Full Moon Peak, but something happened to us anyway. This is
Let Abbot Hongbian understand that Xitan Temple has been penetrated beyond his imagination, so he arranged for us to go down the mountain overnight."
The person who secretly planted the poison was probably not the abbot, but the person who could do it without anyone noticing must have something to do with Xitan Temple. After Jiang Wen finished speaking, he pointed at the photo and said, "And you are from the Mu family, there is no way you would betray me."
Maybe, that’s why I asked you to go down the mountain together, and hide the weak links that were exposed to the enemy’s eyes naturally. The more important purpose is to let you go back to warn the Mu family, right?”
Looking at Pinzhao's horrified look, Jiang Wen knew something in his heart. If a ruler is not secretive, his ministers will lose, and if their ministers are not secretive, they will lose their virginity. Some things cannot be said and can only be done quietly, and the bigger the action, the easier it is to be seen through.
Jiang Wen has known about Abbot Hongbian for a long time. A high EQ is said to be virtuous and capable. The abbot is good at building jungles, training disciples, and promoting the country. A low EQ means that he never hesitates to use tactics for the sake of Xitan Temple.
Means - This may also be the inevitable result of surviving in the cracks for many years.
And he always has very few cards in his hand, so he must be cautious when making moves, not daring to waste even one point of vitality.
In Xitan Temple, the existence of Jiang Wen and Luo Shuang'er is not a secret. The two of them are also openly using the name of Jingnan Wang Geng's family, but what they are doing and what their purpose is is kept well kept secret by the abbot.
, except for a few core personnel of Xitan Temple, the rest of them did not know the importance of the two of them - and this time Luo Shuang'er was bewitched, it was obvious that there was a major flaw in some link.
Taking a step back, it is inevitable that the Sidtan Temple will be infiltrated. Even if the temple of more than 300 people can unite to resist foreign enemies, there will always be some people who are deceived and bribed into defecting. But among these people, the least able to be
Those who were bribed were a few high-level old monks.
Jiang Wen's thoughts were running wild and he came up with many speculations.
Just like the two plaques hanging in the middle of Abbot Hongbian's room [Miaoben Hongda, Pin Liuguang], these senior monks represent the last barrier to the secrets of Sittan Temple, and also represent the secrets of Sittan Temple.
The precipitation of the backbone. If anyone among them is bribed, it means that the barrier has collapsed. The dangerous thing that Sidtan Temple did two or three months ago is likely to be exposed to the eyes of Prince Pingxi and will be attacked at any time.
A fatal blow.
Pinzhao listened to a few words in front of him and thought he knew the truth of the matter. In his heart, he thought that Abbot Hongbian was worried that the Pingxi Palace would attack one after another, so he sent them down the mountain. But Jiang Wen knew clearly that the matter was more dangerous than this - Xitan
The temple once housed people from the imperial court who rebelled against Southern Shaolin. Once this matter was exposed, it meant that there would be no room for compromise, surrender, or escape intact!
"Abbot Hongbian is really dancing on the edge of a knife. He must be absolutely sure that he is doing this now..."
Pinzhao asked in astonishment: "What? Is the abbot sure of solving it?"
"Where are you thinking? The abbot is sure of the outcome of losing everything."
Jiang Wen patted the shoulder of the product photo and looked towards Jizu Mountain along the night sky. He seemed to be able to smell the unpleasant smell mixed with ashes and blood. The blood-like firelight spread to his eyes. "The Book of Songs" said
It’s not raining yet, we’re clearing the earth, and we’re preparing for the house. It can be seen that sometimes accepting the reality as soon as possible is also a way to solve the problem.
Pinzhao noticed a wave of uneasiness, but couldn't tell what the problem was. He could only bite the bullet and said, "Donor Jiang, since it's so dangerous, why do you still nod and shake your head?"
Jiang Wen folded his hands and frowned: "I thought about every link carefully, and I always felt that something was wrong. If we go by Abbot Hongbian's worst guess, then Xitan Temple should have been penetrated. At this time, the opponents
There’s no way there’s been no movement for several days…”
Deployment of troops requires advance deployment. In such a rural area, it is impossible to hide the truth from the villagers. Assuming that the Prince of Pingxi knows about Xitan Temple's collusion with Southern Shaolin, then there is no room for refutation of the matter itself. Wu Sangui can completely
The Sidtan Temple and the Mu family were uprooted for treason. There is no reason for them to wait without moving and send a princess to worship the Buddha - isn't this tying themselves to the rebels? Aren't they afraid that the bald donkeys will run away overnight?
?
But if it was just a false alarm, how could the other party be so precise in bewitching Luo Shuang'er? Could it be that the status of the person being bribed was neither high nor low, and that he just had a little knowledge and was able to hit the right target by mistake?
Jiang Wen couldn't help but look at Pinzhao at this time. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that this young monk was the most qualified. He not only knew about the existence of Luo Shuang'er and himself, but also stupidly just went up the mountain for two months and knew nothing about what was going on...
…
"Donor Jiang...you, why are you looking at the young monk like this?"
Pinzhao was so shocked by the sight that he quickly lowered his head, clasped his hands and made a sound, secretly taking a few steps back.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Jiang Wen slowly looked away, and at this time he had no choice but to laugh. He seemed to be too caught up in Abbot Hongbian's perspective, and he actually started to look like everyone else
He is a traitor. Although little monk Pinzhao is a bit suspicious, his identity has determined that he will suffer both prosperity and loss, and it is unlikely that he will choose to join Wu Sangui.
Or maybe this move is really about attacking the mind, a counterattack against his previous suspicions, and the growing uneasiness in the Sidan Temple, could it be that he is trying to scare himself from the beginning to the end?
"Little Master, my experience tonight is quite bizarre. Jiang doesn't know where to start, but would you like to tell us about yourself so that we can have an idea."
Pinzhao said to Jiang Wen slightly bitterly: "Donor, have you seen it?"
Jiang Wen nodded: "How could I not see it? When these Sunny grandma's were doing it, you were obviously very familiar with it, and you could even recite the mantra together at critical moments - and then think about your usual
If you wish to have supernatural powers, you should be able to guess more or less."
Pinzhao let out a long sigh, with mixed emotions on his young and dark face.
"Donor, it's not that the young monk intentionally seeks magical powers, but only magical powers can resolve suffering. This matter starts from my ancestors..."
Pinzhao's name among these tribes is Acuolin. This "A" surname is the surname changed after three generations of the Mu family. That is to say, his grandfather could still have the surname "Mu" openly when he was born, and he was officially a member of the chieftain family. .
But the year his grandfather was born, the old priest of the Dongba Sect had already told the ancestors of the Mu family that his grandfather was destined to die young and leave no descendants, which meant that this branch was destined to be cut off. For this reason, the ancestor of the Mu family I had a huge headache and held several large wind-sacrifice ceremonies in an attempt to ward off the disaster, but the divination results each time were of no avail.
After exhausting all methods, grandpa finally remembered that there lived several Sonny wizards from the Baisha sect beside the Dalongtan at the foot of Jizu Mountain. Baisha was the birthplace of Mu clan Tusi. The wizards there were reclusive but knew many powerful things. The magical power has been passed down from mother to daughter, mother to daughter, from generation to generation for many years and is not shared with outsiders.
When the Mu family sent people to go this time, they found several old and frail Granny Sunny, and they also got a very taboo method - since fate cannot be changed, then to find a way to continue the descendants, we must learn from the vast world of gods and ghosts. Only by "borrowing life" can one avoid the fate of dying alone.
So Acuolin's ancestors relied on this taboo method called "exchanging rareness" and began to pray to the mountain gods of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. After three consecutive deaths, they finally kept a child, and that person was Acuolin. 's father.
But this method is extremely dangerous, and naturally has its sequelae. That is, the life span of each generation is not long, and it is more difficult to continue. Just like when a soldier makes a dangerous move and makes the same mistake over and over again, the ghosts and gods whose lives he borrows must also become more ferocious, so it is very difficult for them to do so. It is easy to encounter disaster.
Dong Lu, the God of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain who had been worshiped in his family for many years, soon lost his spiritual power after being borrowed. As a result, his grandfather suddenly died without any illness, and Acu Lin's father was still destined to die. So his father decided to give up his life. Later, he first went to the Ghost King who died for love in the Cui Kingdom on the foggy road to "exchange the secrets", and then followed the path of the Han Master to borrow life from the King of Hell, so that their family gave birth to a daughter and a son one after another.
"...Not long after I was born, my parents died inexplicably, and the original Han Master told my family that I must go to a temple to become a monk before my sixteenth birthday to avoid disaster, otherwise my life would be ruined. I have to go back. Now my family members are all being sent to hell and suffering. Only by learning magical powers like Maudgalyana Bodhisattva can I save them from the sea of suffering..."
Pinzhao was talking sentence by sentence, but Jiang Wen was a little surprised. This seemed to be a trick used by quacks to defraud money by claiming that the child was a "child's destiny". "Guan Tongjian, benefiting the nine-legged monks and Taoists", extracting money and then tricking them into becoming a monk to ensure their safety. According to the truth, it is not harmful to get money, and you will not deceive them to the point of destroying their families and destroying their lives.
Jiang Wen didn't know how to comfort him, so he said casually: "It's a pity that you didn't get to know me earlier. Not to mention, Jiang is far away, and he happens to know a prefect in Huangquanli. If I asked him for help in the first place, I wouldn't have had so much trouble."
"I don't know the ghosts and gods of these people, but if the King of Hell decides the case, how could he be so confused?"
After Luo Shuang'er cleared up her logic, she also asked with some doubts: "Since you borrowed your life from the King of Hell, it must be with their consent. Shouldn't the King of Hell bless you with a long life? Let's not talk about the evil. Does it make sense?”
Seeing that the people were as ignorant as children, Jiang Wen smiled coldly: "Sister Shuang, this is because you don't know something. Nowadays, it's not just the underworld who are unreasonable. When have the officials in this world ever talked to the people?" If the donations continue to show off one after another, they are often several times the regular tax. Among the ten kings of hell sitting in the Senluo Palace, who has ever said the word 'no'?"
Seeing Luo Shuang'er frowning and saying nothing after hearing this, Jiang Wen couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and lamented that he had finally managed to get the matter over with his smooth tongue.
Pinzhao listened to the discussion between the two people in front of him, but did not react at all. He just said with a numb expression.
"My sister has been taken away by Wulu Youcui Country. I must learn magical powers and break in to rescue her!"
Jiang Wen let out a long sigh, patted his shoulder and said, "Little master, things have their own priorities. Now the danger of overthrow is still before us. Shouldn't you first complete what the abbot told you?"
Pinzhao suddenly woke up at this moment and was about to run down the mountain. But because he remembered something, he suddenly stopped and turned around and asked: "Donor, why don't you leave? Are you going to go up the mountain again?"
"Don't worry, it will only take you a whole day and night to get back and forth to Lijiang. We have just recovered from serious illness, so we will stay at the foot of the mountain to rest for a day."
"But……"
"It's nothing. Don't worry. I have always been magnanimous and generous, and I never care about trivial matters."
Jiang Wen waved the young monk to leave on his own. After a long time, he turned back meaningfully, looked at Luo Shuang'er who was doing the exercises with her eyes closed, and whispered in her ear, "Originally it was not appropriate for me to take action, but since Miss Luo, you My martial arts has recovered, so I have to be prepared no matter what..."
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It was dawn again outside Fengwei Village. Dust was flying and noisy on the narrow dirt road. Countless pilgrims from far away were vying to get the upper hand. They walked along the road and raised their eyes, waiting with bated breath for something. There was someone in the distance. The horses marched in tandem on the mountain road, their hooves running swiftly and steadily, showing a calm and unhurried demeanor, which was obviously not the style of ordinary wealthy businessmen.
At first, a group of people were flying tiger and leopard banners, and dozens of armored cavalry were elected to clear the way, escorting a secret sedan with a canopy to protect it from wind and rain, and to hide from people's eyes. This sedan has four square eaves on the top of the pagoda. Shape, surrounded by red silk silk sedan curtains, accompanied by smart and arrogant guards holding swords, blocking the prying eyes of countless people.
However, the mountain wind was strong in the early morning, and one or two people still caught a glimpse of the sedan curtain flying in the chaos. They quickly focused their eyes to catch a glimpse of the face, but were frightened by a face with half of the skin peeled off and covered with burn marks. I had to scream and fall to the ground...
"Madam, there are too many scoundrels out there, you have to hide them."
The sedan curtain fell quietly, and a female voice sounded from the dark sedan.
Then there was a soft voice, like a gentle drizzle in the sky and the dew of apricot flowers, but after all, it was cold and not close to the fireworks of the world.
"It doesn't matter. Have you done everything you have to do?"
"Go back to Madam, no one can undo the poison under this slave. The Sidtan Temple suddenly purchased a large amount of medicinal materials for internal injuries, and I put ten times the amount of snake saliva poison in that batch of medicinal materials. Now the masters in the Sidtan Temple
When viruses and diseases come together, people will definitely fall off their feet."
"I don't want to know these things."
"Yes, ma'am..."
The sounds in the dark sedans gradually dissipated, and the convoy of people and horses also slowly entered the chain of shades of Jizu Mountain. At this time, the pilgrims watching in the aisles exhaled and focused their eyes, and saw another group of people and horses slowly approaching with grand preaching.
"Look, the people behind are coming too!"
This time, the screams all around were even more grand and respectful, because walking in front was a group of Tibetan monks with strong bodies and resolute faces, wearing Thousand Buddha crowns and red ropes tied to their hats. Hundreds of people chanted sutras with their palms clasped, and the sound was loud.
Far and wide. They walked with great piety, scattering flower petals with their hands, until they revealed the people carrying them on the chariot among the crowd.
"Look, the Dharma King Miaobao is really here!"
Familiar voices rang out, and twenty years passed by like a snap of the fingers. The elderly pilgrims felt as if they were in a dream for a moment, and suddenly recalled the grand scene when the old Dharma King came twenty years ago. The sudden contrast between the present and the past inevitably gave rise to the question of what is today and what is the future.
Only the traces on the temples and corners of the eyes could not hide the feeling.
The old Dharma King returned home twenty years ago, and soon passed away after reincarnation. This reincarnated little living Buddha is even more astounding in his wisdom. It is said that he gave up his life to become a monk at the age of one, was able to read and hyphenate at the age of three, and read through reading at the age of five.
After studying Buddhist scriptures diligently and meditating, he was able to enlighten the treasure treasure and understand the Six Dharmas of Naru at the age of ten, and formally initiated Buddhist services.
In the midst of the hustle and bustle, a man sitting upright on the chariot has his eyes slightly closed. He is wearing a Kagyu Dabo cap with black gold threads on his head. His feet are bare and his shoulders are bare to protect him from the cold and heat. Both hands and feet are long and straight. The bottom of the palms of both feet are flat and perfect. His body is long.
The shoulder width is even and clean, and the Kongle Mahamudra method is used to show others, so that people can see the extraordinary appearance at a glance.
As the chariot approaches, one can see that the human face above is like a crown and jade, the eyebrows are as black as lacquer, and the wonderful body is perfectly arranged. The solemn figure is reflected in the faint morning light. The viewer can't help but marvel, it is like witnessing a gold and jade Buddha being welcomed.
When he came forward, his breath was suffocated!
"Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum..."
The lamas were blowing conchs and reciting mantras, and for a moment they completely overwhelmed the din of the place and walked on the Jizu Mountain Road with their heads held high.
Kangzang, Yunnan and Guizhou are not far away from each other, and the work of Shaolong Buddha Seed by the Little Living Buddha is even more famous far and wide. Now twenty years have passed and the Dharma has been greatly accomplished. This time, he is about to go to Han to spread the Dharma and complete the unfinished work of the previous life of Dharma King Miaobao.