Chapter four hundred and ninety-two lend me a pair of wings
Xiang Que spread his right hand, and the Wheel-turning King of the Ten Palaces of Yama's Prison Suppression appeared, and a touch of Buddha's light flashed from the palm of his hand.
At that time, Master Mingwu spent ten years tattooing the ten shores and ten halls of Yama on Xiang Que's body one picture a year. He used these ten pictures to suppress the things from the Xishan Old Tomb in his body. Xiang Que always thought that ten pictures of Yama were tattooed on Xiang Que's body.
After tattooing the Yama pattern in the temple, it’s done, but it’s not actually the case.
Later, the old Taoist told him that these ten pictures only gave him the ability to use the Prison-Suppressing Sutra. However, in fact, the Ten Palaces of Yama Pictures and the Prison-Suppressing Sutra were not completely integrated. At least ten more opportunities were needed.
An opportunity came to activate a picture. Not long after he came out of Zhongnan Mountain, he sat under a sal tree at Daci'en Temple in Xi'an. When the sal flowers were blooming, the picture of King Chakravartin was attracted. Only then did Xiang Que remember that Lao Dao once had a relationship with him.
What he said.
Xiang Que opened his palms, and the light of the Wheel-turning King suddenly appeared, and he said: "Master, when I was under the sala tree in the Daci'en Temple, when the sal flowers were blooming, this picture of the Wheel-turning King suddenly came to life...
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The expression on Mingwu's face was unchanged. He glanced at his right hand and nodded happily. He bared his teeth and smiled at Xiang Que: "Am I not very up to date? I can't help it. I have deep blessings and good luck."
Ming Wu glanced at him sideways and then shook his head calmly. Xiang Que sighed faintly and said, "Are you still a little dissatisfied? But you and Lao Dao are too inactive and have completely left me alone.
, you can talk about these ten pictures of Yama in the Ten Palaces. After I finished the tattooing, no one told me how to activate it. I just hit it because of my luck. Buddhism doesn’t talk about abstaining from anger.
Are you greedy? Be content, be content."
Xiang Que raised his head, suddenly looked at Master Mingwu and asked again: "Master, you said that if I can activate all ten sets of the Ten Halls of Yama, then when I face the old grave in Xishan more than two years later,
How much more certain can the odds of winning be increased?"
Mingwu stretched out three fingers indifferently, Xiang Que was stunned, and his breathing was obviously a little faster.
With another three points of certainty, if he can enter the realm of Tongyin two years later with the help of the heavenly destiny from the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, he estimates that he can directly reach more than 70% with his divine calculations. This concept is basically enough for him to save his life.
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Xiang Que has been working hard for this goal since he came down from the mountain. This is also his first request in three years.
"Huh..." Xiang Que breathed out lightly and grinned: "Master, the old Taoist knows only a little about the Ten Palaces of Yama, but you tattooed the Prison Suppression Map for me. You must know better than him.
More, right? Master, please tell me clearly how I can activate the remaining nine pictures. Hey, master, I am considered half of your disciple. You can't just watch me die in two years, can you?
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After Xiang Que finished speaking sincerely, he looked at the old monk eagerly, almost with tears in his eyes when he was so excited.
Mingwu took off a string of rosary beads from his wrist and suddenly handed them to Xiang Que. Xiang Que was slightly startled. After receiving them, he immediately felt a surge of clarity in his heart.
This rosary must be a Buddhist instrument that Mingwu has carried with him for many years. There are 108 beads in total. Xiang Que lowered his head and took a look and found that between every 18 beads there was a rosary with a picture engraved on it.
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It is the Ten Halls of Yama.
"Master... what does this mean?" Xiang Que asked in confusion.
The old monk did not explain, but stretched out a finger and wrote a line of words on the ground.
"Xi'an, Daci'en Temple"
“Nanjing, Jiming Temple”
"Tantra, womb realm, vajra realm"
"Luoyang White Horse Temple, West Lake Lingyin..."
Xiang Que suddenly realized that the Great Ci'en Temple in Xi'an was the place where he first activated the Ten Halls of Yama, so going down in order meant that if he wanted to activate the remaining nine Yamas, he would have to go to these places again.
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Xiang Que bared his teeth and smiled happily. This time when he came to Xuankong Temple, he planned to invite people to come out of the temple to save the more than a hundred lonely ghosts in Maluo Village who could not be reincarnated. He really didn't expect that he could actually do it.
I learned about the Ten Palaces of Yama from Mingwu.
If you have a goal and a direction, it proves that there are infinite possibilities. As long as you complete these places in order in two and a half years, there is a high possibility that you can successfully activate all ten Yamas.
Xiang Que kowtowed to the old monk respectfully. This was the second time Mingwu had shown him the favor of rebirth.
"Master, I came to Xuankong Temple to ask for something." After asking about Yama Luo Tu, Xiang Que revealed the purpose of his visit today.
Mingwu nodded lightly, waved at him again, then turned around and slowly walked out of the hall.
Xiang Que swallowed in confusion and muttered: "No wonder the old Taoist doesn't want to communicate with you. He's too tired. I can't say anything and I have to ask you to understand it. This is such a waste of brains. Why do you want to practice silent meditation?
Woolen cloth"
Xiang Que had no choice but to get up and walk out of the hall, but he was stunned as soon as he walked out of the door.
Outside the main hall, opposite Fatty Wang and Xu Hang stood a young man in a harem suit. His crotch was almost hanging down to his ankles. There was a skull printed on the black short sleeves of his upper body. There was a silver earring in his right ear. On his head
Wearing a hat with a crooked belt.
Xiang Que walked over with a confused look on his face, stretched out his hand and pulled the young Harlan man down and said: "What the f*ck...Buddhist Pure Land, you are a demon, you are not afraid that your master will break your legs."
"It's over"
"Don't make trouble, you just bought a new Metersbonwe, it's a big brand, you can pull whatever you want." Cao Shanjun hid with a look of displeasure, and wiped the Metersbond clothes on his body with his hands in disgust.
"No, brother, don't you think it's a bit blasphemous to the Buddha to dress like a monk?" Xiang Que asked blankly.
Wang Xuanzhen grinned and said: "I was blinded for a while just now. He said before that he was going to change clothes and when he came out, he took off his cassock and just put it on. I was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.
Brother, I’m actually quite convinced.”
"Should we go, should we go?" Cao Shanjun said impatiently: "You have to go faster, I have been holding back for so many years, now if you lend me your wings, I can go to Changbai Mountain to catch monsters when I am excited."
"What are you talking about? Do you believe that I will turn you into an angel with broken wings when I get excited?" Xiang Que was so fucking confused that he asked with a cold sweat on his head: "Tell me, what are you going to do?
Ah, what are you going to do?"
"Return to secular life, you are asking nonsense, aren't you asking nonsense?" Cao Shanjun frowned impatiently and said: "You have already come down from Gujing Temple, and it's time for me to return to secular life and leave Xuankong Temple. Today is a good day."
"Ah...your master approved it"
Cao Shanjun looked at him as if he were an idiot and said, "If my master doesn't nod, can I turn into an angel?"