"The donor is destiny?" The blind monk muttered and nodded: "That's right."
Thinking about something unknown to outsiders, his body suddenly shook, and a palm was printed on Dongchen's forehead. The blind monk's hand was not fast, but Dongchen couldn't even move, as if he was shot in an instant.
"Concentrate and gather energy!"
"Donor, please accept my secret sect inheritance and the mantra of King Fudo:"
Nawu, Sanmanduo, Fazheluo, Nan, Han!
"Nangmo Siddhi, Siddi, Susidi, Siddhikara, Raya Kuyan, Sammomosili, Ajama Siddhisavaha."
The incomprehensible mantra, along with the light of the Buddha statue behind the blind monk, condensed strange runes one after another on Dong Chen's body. As these runes were produced, the violence that Dong Chen produced when he gathered his power...
The crazy emotions were suppressed bit by bit, as if they had never happened before.
The symbols are still spreading, passing through the eyebrows, through the sandalwood, through the Dantian, legs, feet, and three on the back. A total of ten symbols gradually materialize as the blind monk's face becomes increasingly pale.
Surrounded by green flames, King Fudo's dharma body instantly collapsed. Together with the blind monk's mouthful of blood, it merged into a torrent, dyeing the talisman patterns into a green and black color, and gradually disappeared into Dongchen's body.
No one knows good or bad.
Looking at the blind monk who was slumped on the ground, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, Dongchen bowed respectfully: "Thank you, Master. May I ask the master's name?"
"Haha, I'm a poor monk who doesn't quit."
The corners of his eyes twitched wildly, Dong Chen raised his head and looked at the blind monk, feeling anxious: "What is my name?"
"The donor introduced the secret sect to Buddhism through the poor monk. Naturally, he is the disciple of the poor monk. His name is right?" Deliberately betraying the truth, the blind monk laughed and said: "The poor monk has no precepts and never abides by the precepts. Naturally, my disciple is
It can't be any worse. If I think this is the case, you should just call it a break."
Ahem...
He almost choked to death with his spit. Okay! It doesn’t matter if the master called him Bujie, but this apprentice actually called him Pojie. Oh, that’s it. Dongchen looked at the blind monk and finally understood why he asked the question before. The monk replied that he didn’t need to keep anything.
Discipline, Emotions This monk himself is a complete philanderer.
"Um, Master Bujie, why are you in a place like this?" Dongchen was short-handed. Although he was unwilling to admit his status as master and disciple and had really become a monk, Dongchen still maintained the most basic respect.
Faced with Dongchen's question, the blind monk rarely turned red: "Hey, this... poor monk is blind. This... food problem is not easy to solve. So? I'm here to beg for alms."
"Alchemy here?" Dongchen looked around, but couldn't find any food.
The blind monk proudly sang the Buddha's name: "Namo Fudo Bodhisattva. The poor monks have occupied their energy center. If they don't give food to the poor monks, the poor monks will be hungry. Once the poor monks are hungry, say no."
Yes, the poor monk will go crazy, and when the poor monk goes crazy, it will be bad if he breaks something."
Dongchen's face trembled for three times. Hearing such a shameless explanation, Dongchen's stomach hurt: "This is called alms? This is called robbery, right? If you go crazy, it will be bad if you break something. How can there be such a thing in the world?
Such a shameless person?"
He was slandering the cheap master in his heart, but Dongchen raised his thumb on the surface and said: "You are strong."
"Haha, of course." After shaking his head proudly for a while, the blind monk, who had no renunciation of a monk, looked serious: "Apprentice, although the master taught you the ten seals of the secret sect, you can't use it because of energy problems.
So? I thought of a way for my teacher."
After hearing the first half of the sentence, I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart when I was turned upside down by the following words.
Dongchen asked hurriedly: "What can I do?"
The blind monk touched his bald head: "My secret sect must be practiced since childhood, especially the Dharmakaya of Fudo Myoyo as my teacher, and I must also study Buddhist scriptures. As a teacher, I think you are not the same. Therefore, Master, I protect you with Fudo Myoyo.
The flames of the body, plus the essence and blood of your life, will set the demon-subduing seal wheel for you."
"The Demon Subduing Seal Wheel?"
"It's the ten runes on your body."
Dongchen touched the characters that appeared on his body and felt moved in his heart.
The blind monk did not notice it and continued to explain: "The two kinds of energy in your body will lead you to be possessed. Unless you don't use it, there is no way to solve it. After thinking about it, the poor monk felt that it is better to remove the obstruction than to remove it, so he placed a magic subduing seal wheel all over your body to help
You conquer the devil."
"Hey, good disciple, as long as you release these ten seal wheels before they break, you won't be possessed by the devil. How about it, master, treat you well?"
"Okay!" Dong Chen nodded, and then said something that almost made the blind monk bleed: "But, I didn't understand."
"You...you..." pointed at Dongchen tremblingly. The blind monk's chest rose and fell several times before he regained his composure: "Forget it, you are not a Buddhist scholar. I will teach you the mantra of Pluto that you cannot move: Nawu,
Sanmanduo, Fazheluo, Nan, Han!"
"Remember, before you feel that the seal wheel is broken, you can enter madness by chanting this mantra. Because there are runes suppressing it, although your mentality will be immersed in killing, it will not lose control. As long as you don't choose to sink, you will
You can keep your true heart, so do you understand?"
After reciting the words "Like a cat and a tiger", Dongchen looked at the blind monk doubtfully: "That doesn't work?"
"Damn!" He was so angry that he wanted to kick Dongchen. The blind monk's nose was almost flat and crooked: "You just broke out once, how can you get the demonic energy back? Remember, if the demonic energy is not enough, you can't unblock it."
It’s not very useful. The more demonic energy you have, the longer it lasts after you unblock it, and the greater the power. As for how to accumulate demonic energy? I don’t need a teacher to teach you.”
Dongchen carefully avoided the spittle, opened his mouth, and said something that made the blind monk completely furious: "Master Bujie, no matter how I heard it, I thought your stuff was all magic tricks. Are you sure you are really a monk?"
I saw that the Buddha image behind you just now was evil."
"Don't talk nonsense about that evil account! How can you become a demon with the Dharmakaya of Fudo Ming King behind you? It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you don't know what the mercy of our Buddha is. Don't be afraid of that evil account.
hide!"
Pip, snap!
You chased me and ran away for a while. Dongchen sat on the ground covering his black panda eyes, laughing and crying. How long has it been since Dongchen was so relaxed? Although the blind monk is not Dongchen's
Relatives, but Dongchen felt the long-lost care from the blind monk.
As a man, Dongchen has always acted as a protector. Who knows how much pressure Dongchen is under?
Hatred, revenge, goals...
Many things are pressing on Dongchen's shoulders. Dongchen can only hide his true feelings, try to be strong and mature.
This pressure is so heavy that it makes you unable to breathe and makes you physically and mentally exhausted.
Dongchen smiled and cried...
After being wanton and indulgent for a long time, he picked up the sword again and put away the steering wheel: "Master Bujie, it's time for us to go out. This ghost place is full of monsters now, so we'd better leave as soon as possible."
"What's going on?"
After a few simple explanations, Dongchen took the lead towards the stairs.