Jinpu Awang's words made Mustache's heart feel heavy. He didn't know what the basis of Jinpu Awang's words was. The other party only said that it was an intuition. But this intuition was not groundless, and Mustache was not.
A person who shrinks from danger will walk to the end of his chosen path and take on the responsibility of protecting Kelsang Medo. No one can guarantee what they will encounter in the next moment.
"What is the concept of death..." Mustache felt a little confused for the first time at this moment. He had touched death, but had completely forgotten the feeling when death came.
"Death is the beginning of life." Jinpu Ngawang obviously likes Mustache's character. He may regret speaking out his intuition and causing mustache uneasiness: "Don't think so much, it's just mine.
Intuition is probably illusory."
"It doesn't matter, my life is in my own hands. I can't take it away just by anyone." Mustache didn't want to talk about this topic anymore because he felt a deep helplessness. Although Jinpu Awang's words were just intuition,
But looking at Kelsang Medo's calm face and the red mole on his forehead, Xiao Hu couldn't imagine what he would do if one day he and Kelsang Medo faced life and death together.
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Several people temporarily drove back to Xia Kamba Temple. Jinpu Ngawang wanted to find a way to stabilize Kelsang Meiduo, and then use external force to induce her to passively awaken.
The lower Kamba Monastery was very shabby, and the two drivers were relocated to other places. Jinpu Ngawang spread a burlap blanket in the monastery and put Kelsang Medo on it. There was nothing we could do, Jinpu Ngawang
Pu Awang has lived a life of cultivation all year round. He only has three or four hours of sleep every day, and he sleeps on the floor. There is not a single bed in the entire Lower Kamba Temple.
"Can you communicate directly with Chanado's spiritual consciousness?" Mustache asked Jinpu Awang. He felt that if this could be done, it might be much simpler. He had had a similar experience in Bingcheng.
"It's no longer possible. The spiritual consciousness has lost its sustenance and cannot survive forever. It is a miracle that Master Chanado's spiritual consciousness can be left behind for so long. I can only place my hope on her."
This time Kelsang Medo was in coma for a long time. It was not that she could not wake up, but that Jinpu Ngawang deliberately prevented Kelsang Medo from waking up. He wanted to use a special method to seduce Kelsang Medo's heart.
From a certain perspective, Kelsang Medo was actually implanted with another memory of another person. This memory was buried deep in her subconscious before she was awakened.
"What are you going to do?"
"Use this." Jinpu Ngawang took out a small flat box only two inches long. The small box was carved from a sheep bone with the marrow hollowed out. After Jinpu Ngawang opened the small box, his mustache
But saw nothing.
But then he discovered that there was something in the box, but it was very small. In addition, the light in the hermitage was very dark, so he almost ignored it. There were several very small black insects lying in the box.
, a bit like flies without wings, their bodies are shiny black and have a red circle.
A few black bugs with red circles looked like they were dead, lying stiffly in the box. These small fly-like bugs, coupled with a box carved from bones, gave off a slightly weird look.
breath.
"What is this?" Mustache looked at Jinpu Awang.
"This is something that has the potential to unearth the secrets hidden in her subconscious." Jinpu Awang may have been lonely for too long, and when he met a mustache with a similar personality to his own, he felt a sense of regret for meeting him too late.
Feeling that the conversation was very lively, he smiled and said, "Do you know Bon Religion?"
Bon religion was the local religion with the largest coverage and the greatest influence before Buddhism entered Tibetan areas. It is very ancient and is said to have originated from ancient Zhangzhong. However, it gradually declined during the Zhangzhong Dynasty and lost control of the original territory.
Later, especially after the rise of Tubo on the plateau, Bon religion was replaced by Tibetan Buddhism.
Primitive Bon religion adheres to polytheistic beliefs, so this ancient religion appears unsystematic and relatively chaotic. With the evolution of the times, primitive Bon religion has undergone changes, added teachings, and evolved into Yongzhong Bon religion.
"There are still people who believe in Bon religion. The Bon religion they believe in was developed from Yongzhong Bon religion. One kind is called ancient ben, also called black ben. Ancient ben has always maintained the pure Bon tradition. The other is called
New benzene, also called white benzene, has some Buddhist elements incorporated into it.”
Because the original Bon religion is so old and many things are almost lost, it is more mysterious than Tibetan Buddhism. Jinpu Ngawang said that after the oldest Bon religion was reformed into Yongzhong Bon religion, there are still a group of old believers
Firmly inherit the most primitive inheritance and adhere to the original Bon religion. Just like today with advanced science and technology, production is mechanized and mass-produced, but there are still people who insist on clumsy and extremely inefficient hand-made products. But because of this, pure hand-made products are rare and
precious.
"Many people may think that some parts of the past in the long river of history have been submerged forever, and no one will know the truth. For example, everyone knows Songtsen Gampo, but before Songtsen Gampo, there were about thirty Tibetan people.
Wang, what was that period of history like? It existed, but it was not known, just because the truth has not been fully discovered. The same is true for the primitive Bon religion. Some things about them are thought to be lost, but in fact they are not.
Jinpu Awang said: "Bon religion also has terma."
The biggest tribulation for Bon religion came when Tibetan Buddhism began to flourish. Before the seventh century AD, Bon religion was still the basic religion in the entire Tibetan area. However, after the influx of Buddhism, especially during the Trisong Detsen period in the eighth century, Bon religion
The Bon religion was suppressed and excluded. This religious persecution caused the Bon religion to lose a large territory and countless believers. During the process of resistance and forced migration, some things belonging to them were lost, but it was precisely because of the possession of treasures similar to treasures.
Through inheritance methods, these lost things were finally excavated and passed down.
"Among these lost things, there are some of the oldest magic techniques of primitive Bon religion." Jinpu Awang gently raised the box in his hand and said, "This thing is called a psychic cup."
"Is it a cup?" Mustache immediately felt a sense of disgust and repulsion towards the little fly-like bugs in the box. Cups have always sounded like things that make people's scalp numb.
"Yeah, but it's magical."
This thing was begged by Jinpu Awang from an old man in a small village when he wandered to Amdo a long time ago. The psychic cup has always been unique to the primitive Bon shamans in the past, and its cultivation and use methods have been passed down from generation to generation.
After coming down, Jinpu Awang only knew a little bit about it and raised a few.
This little bug is always sleeping and will be awakened when it is time to cast a spell. After waking up, the bug's survival time will be very short and it will die quickly. The only use of this cup is between the caster and the person being cast.
The person conducts spiritual inquiry and communication.
It is said that the Ouija Cup can communicate with all living creatures. The most powerful one is the Ouija King, who has been cultivated to the top level. It has seven red circles on the outside of its black body and can cast spells on any object at will. However,
Today, no one can cultivate the Ouija King anymore.
The few bugs in Jinpu Awang are the lowest level of psychic bugs. They can only communicate with people with the most developed spiritual consciousness, and the chance of success is unknown, because this can no longer be called a kind of communication, but a kind of communication.
Force, force Kelsang Meiduo to wake up and speak out on his own.
When Jinpu Ngawang took out a stiff insect, Mustache immediately pinched his wrist. He didn't know much about these things and didn't know if they would cause other damage to Kelsang Medo.
"It will be okay." Jin Pu Awang took away the hand of the mustache and said: "At most, it is a failure. The psychic cup will die soon. There is no need to remove the cup after putting it in. There will be no harm to her."
Looking at Jinpu Ngawang, the mustache hesitated for a while, and then slowly retracted his hand. Jinpu Ngawang gently placed a black insect in front of Kelsang Meiduo's nose, and began to chant a mantra in a low voice. This was a stimulus.
The ancient Bon incantations in the Ouija cup are like a string of incantations drifting from ancient times.
The very small psychic insect in front of Gesang Meiduo's nose soon woke up as he chanted the mantra. It disappeared quickly like a smoke, and even the mustache's eyesight could not see clearly.
Did it get into the nose and mouth of Gesangmei Duo, or did it penetrate directly into the skin?
Jinpu Ngawang's chanting of mantras continued, but after only a few minutes, Kelsang Medo moved. Her body kept twisting on the burlap blanket, as if in a spasm, and her head shook back and forth.
, unconsciously uttering vague syllables one after another.
Immediately afterwards, the syllables uttered by Kelsang Medo gradually became clearer and could be understood. Her movements also gradually escalated with the clear syllables. Suddenly, Kelsang Medo sat up straight from the blanket, and she
His eyes are still closed.
"There are three Buddhas above the head, burning lamps in the past, Tathagata in the present, and Maitreya in the future..." Kelsang Medo muttered to herself with her eyes closed. She must still be unconscious, and what she was reciting was the six-character Great Ming Mantra.
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The atmosphere in the monastery became a little strange. Both Kelsang Meiduo and Jinpu Ngawang had their eyes closed. One was like a wizard, and the other was like a devout Buddhist. The sounds of mantras and sutras were intertwined, as if
It instantly brings people back to the past a long time ago.
"The sacred vessel of the gods has been taken away! It is the basis of the prophecy of the end of the world! No matter in the world or as a pilgrim, no one can forgive the person who took away the sacred vessels of the gods!"
Kelsang Medo's voice suddenly shrilled, and his mustache was disturbed by these sudden words, holy artifacts, doomsday prophecies, the human world, pilgrims... He looked at Kelsang Medo closely, hoping