Chapter 208: The Three Great Dharma Kings of Esoteric Buddhism
It was a night of heavy rain. Rain and thunder and lightning became the only things in the world. Even the bustling Shangjing rarely calmed down. Even in the bustling streets, there were no pedestrians.
From Hongluo Temple on the outskirts of Beijing, the melodious sound of monks chanting sutras came out. The monks in the temple were doing evening classes. Behind the temple were some towering ancient trees. Among the trees stood this two-story wooden structure.
A dim light shines through the windows on the second floor of the monastery, and a dark shadow is crouching silently under the window. Inside the monastery, three old monks dressed in strange clothes are sitting.
These three old monks were talking in a low voice, but the language they used was not Chinese. Outsiders could not understand their words at all.
A few minutes later, an old monk with a moon-like face reached into his arms and took out a small wooden box. The old monk carefully placed the wooden box on the coffee table in front of him, and then opened the wooden box with great care, only to see one layer.
A hazy golden light suddenly emitted from the wooden box, and three strange energy fluctuations immediately spread in all directions.
But when they saw three dragon-eye-sized crystals shimmering with golden light placed in the wooden box, the expressions of the three old monks became extremely solemn.
The extremely pure vitality, are these three relics left behind by the eminent monk in Tibet when he sat down and passed away? It is simply impossible for the relics of ordinary eminent monks to contain such extremely pure vitality and be able to produce essence and spirit.
The eminent monk who highly condenses the relics must not only be profound in Buddhism, but also a master of ancient martial arts.
Suddenly, the vitality fluctuations emitted by the three golden relics in the small wooden box changed slightly, like electric waves, becoming stronger and weaker, and the changes between strong and weak were very rhythmic.
The expressions of the three old monks in the room changed, and then they became very excited. Just like the cultivation of these three old monks, it stands to reason that they have already reached the state where everything is not dazzled by their minds. Even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of their eyes, they would not even look at it.
Will blink
But when they noticed such a subtle change in the relics in the box, they became excited. It is really unbelievable. Is there anything in this world that can make them moved?
But when the three old monks each reached out to pick up a relic, holding it in the palm of their hands, a magical scene appeared. The golden relic suddenly glowed brightly, and the whole room instantly turned into a golden ocean.
, the golden light lingered on the palms of the three old monks, and the fluctuations of vitality surged out of the monastery like a mountain torrent.
The energy of the relics was instantly induced by the three old monks. Golden rays of light shot up from the relics held on the skinny palms. They were as agile as golden snakes and shot out from the various parts of the three old monks.
The big hole was drilled into
It was an extremely weird scene, but it exuded a solemn and solemn atmosphere. The eyes of the man in black outside the window almost fell out when he saw this scene.
The dazzling light lasted for less than thirty seconds before receding like a tide, and everything returned to calmness, as if nothing had happened.
The relics held in the hands of the three old monks had disappeared. When the man in black outside the window saw this scene, his eyes flashed because he felt a vast vitality pouring into the three old monks.
Inside the body of an old monk
Could it be that the relics were actually integrated into the bodies of the three old monks? The secrets in Tibet are indeed extremely mysterious.
At this moment, the sound of clothes breaking through the air came from outside the woods. Someone was braving the heavy rain and quickly approached the monastery from the front hall. The fluctuation of vitality that erupted had obviously alerted the masters in the temple.
At the same time, the lights in the monastery suddenly went out, and three figures shot out from the monastery, and instantly disappeared into the darkness outside the monastery.
There are still thunder and lightning in the sky, and the world is still vast. The black shadow outside the window of the monastery has disappeared without knowing when.
The figures in the forest were shaking, and two white-browed old monks with flying sleeves suddenly appeared in front of the monastery. The two old monks did not hold umbrellas at all, and the raindrops bounced outwards just a foot away from them.
Can't get close to them
The invisible energy shook the rain, and the cultivation of these two old monks was shocking. Even if they did not reach the innate invincible state, they at least reached the acquired peak state.
Hongluo Temple, this thousand-year-old temple, is a crouching tiger, hidden dragon!
The two old monks stared at the monastery in front of them, feeling everything around them. The thunder in the sky and the rain in the forest seemed to cover up everything.
The two old monks looked at each other, and the next moment, they suddenly disappeared where they were standing, as if they had never appeared before.
Lao Qian is a taxi driver. After handing over people in the evening, the sky became dark. Then there was lightning and thunder, and the wind and rain came heavily. The people who were originally planning to go out stayed in the house and gave up the idea of going out, which made him less happy.
a lot of business
After sending a guest to a certain hotel, Lao Qian parked his car in a taxi next to the hotel. He stared at the continuous rain outside the car window, shouting in his heart: Bad luck! Bad luck!
However, he was still full of luck. Maybe the rain came and went suddenly. Maybe it would stop after a while! He could still carry a few more guests by then.
Lao Qian drove the car out of the taxi pick-up point and drove onto the city's roads, wandering around in the bustling sections of the city. However, two or three hours later, the rain and lightning and thunder not only showed no sign of weakening, but became even more powerful.
More violent
The continuous line of rain keeps falling and falling! Continuously, the lightning in the sky keeps cracking, flashing, violent and ringing. Faced with such power of heaven and earth, even if Lao Qian
Even sitting in the taxi, I was a little frightened and frightened.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening. Lao Qian parked the car on the side of the road. It seemed that there was no business to be done tonight. After working for an extra hour, Lao Qian managed to carry less than ten passengers. He planned to
Finish work early tonight
He took out a cigarette case from his body, took out a lighter, smoked a cigarette and called it a day. Suddenly, the car door was opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a black gown got into the car.
"Boss, this car is not carrying passengers tonight." Lao Qian frowned and lit a cigarette.
The middle-aged man in a long gown took out a stack of money from his pocket, put it on the steering wheel and said calmly: "Send me to the western suburbs."
The old man looked at the stack of money and swallowed. After all, he didn't say anything to drive the middle-aged man out of the car. The stack of money was several thousand at least, which was definitely less than half a month's salary.
More than twenty minutes later, on the highway in the western suburbs, in the thundering rainy night, a taxi drove up. Perhaps it was the reason for the heavy rain. On the highway in the western suburbs of Beijing, there were few people around tonight, under the dark night sky.
, only that lonely taxi is driving on the road
During the thunderstorm, the headlights of the car could not shine very far, and the taxi's speed was not that fast. At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the car.
Lao Qian was shocked. He quickly stepped on the brakes, flicked the steering wheel, and suddenly changed the direction of the car. The car suddenly jumped out of the road, and with a bang, the front of the car suddenly hit a big tree beside the road.
"Damn, we've lost a lot this time!" Lao Qian was lying on the air bag, wanting to cry without tears. The middle-aged man in a black gown was no longer in the car at some point.
A few miles away from the taxi, four figures were speeding across the wilderness. The strong wind broke through the rain curtain, piercing the night sky like four water dragons, extending into the distance. Lightning flashes reflected the sky and the earth from time to time.
Four figures revealed their true faces under the lightning
One escaped, three chased. The person running fast in front was a man wearing a black gown, and closely chasing behind him were three old monks wearing red robes with Buddhist beads hanging around their necks.
The cultivation level of these four people seems to be about the same. Their body skills are like wind and lightning. The strong wind blown by the four people can keep the rain away from the body. Even in the heavy rain, not even a drop of water will touch them.
"King of Thieves Zhuo Fan, please return the sacred objects to us quickly." One of the old monks in red robes said loudly. His voice was heard far away in the heavy rain, and he was full of energy.
The old monk spoke, his true energy leaked slightly, and his speed immediately slowed down, and he was overtaken by the other two old monks beside him.
The man running away in the front turned out to be the Thief King Zhuo Fan, and the three old monks in the back wearing red Tibetan monk robes must be the three Tantric kings.
"I'm offended." One of the tall and thin old monks among the three old monks raised his sleeves, and a golden light wheel shot out from the bottom of his sleeves like lightning, spinning straight towards the middle-aged man in black shirt who was running in front.
The golden light wheel spinning at high speed tore through the air, and the thrilling whine resounded throughout the fields. How could a palm-sized golden light wheel emit such power? The cultivation level of the tall and thin old monk was extraordinary.
"Fuck!" The golden light wheel shot behind the Thief King Zhuofan in the blink of an eye. Zhuofan, who was running at high speed, swept his right hand backwards and down from top to bottom.
Is Zhuo Fan crazy? He actually used his flesh and blood to block the golden wheel of light? Just at the moment Zhuo Fan's arm was about to hit the golden wheel, the golden wheel suddenly dodged to the side and avoided Zhuo Fan's blast.
The lower arm cut towards his waist
The golden wheel rotates at high speed, and the blade-like energy inspired by the extremely sharp blade on the edge still hits Zhuo Fan's waist, and a stinging pain is transmitted to the nerve center of Zhuo Fan's brain like lightning.
"Damn it!" Zhuo Fan was so shocked that death seemed to have waved to him.