There are eight cold hells in Buddhism. The red lotus karma fire is located in the seventh of the eight cold hells and is called the red lotus hell. The red lotus karma fire is also known as the fire that burns sinners in hell.
When the concubine Cheng heard the four words "Red Lotus Karmic Fire", she suddenly looked solemn and hurriedly put her hands on the Amitabha Buddha.
Sanskrit sounds continued in the hall, incense was lingering, and the lamas' voices were like lullabies. Hearing this, Wen Xi felt a little dazed. She slowly put her chin on one hand and blurred her eyes.
At the turn of autumn and winter, it was still quite warm around noon, but occasionally the cold wind blew, and Wen Xi regained consciousness with a jolt. She couldn't help but yawn, feeling irritated and bored. Wasn't Xiaoluzi ready early in the morning? Why?
After waiting for so long, the show hasn’t happened yet?
"Ah!!! -" A woman's ear-piercing scream was about to burst her eardrums. Wen Xi finally lost all sleepiness and stared at the show in the Baohua Hall diagonally opposite with her eyes wide open.
I saw billowing smoke pouring out from the hall, and several lamas wearing big red Buddha robes rushed out. The door of Baohua Hall was originally very spacious, but it couldn't withstand more than a dozen lamas who squeezed out at once.
, the consequence of being too crowded is falling. The lama’s red robe is so long that it touches the floor. The lama behind steps on the robe of the lama in front. The lama in front falls, and the lama in the back is tripped immediately, and the lama in the back is tripped.
Being stuck inside and unable to get out, I had to climb out by stepping on the lamas in front of me like stacks of Arhats.
He was so gentle and amazed that lamas are all masters. They usually have a solemn appearance, but when a fire breaks out, they lose all their demeanor. They are no different from ordinary people. No, it should be said that they are not even as good as ordinary people.
After a while, more lamas ran out. More lamas piled up outside the hall, blocking the door of the hall. Thick smoke piled up inside, and coughs could be heard in the hall. Wen Xi knew that one of them was Tong Jia.
Tong Jia's voice. Most of the people in the fire were not burned to death, but choked to death! Tong Jia, enjoy the pleasure of being surrounded by fire and smoke and approaching death! The draft will be held next year. As soon as you die
, the Tongjia clan will let a new person replace the old person like you!
She glanced sideways at the concubine Dai Jia who was sitting next to her, clasped her hands, closed her eyes and recited the Guanyin Heart Sutra. She was indeed a loyal Buddhist believer. As the leader of this accident, Wen Xi had a happy smile on her face. She couldn't
Believe that there are gods and Buddhas in this world.
At this time, a large number of eunuchs came over and poured water into the hall with basins. Unfortunately, there were a large number of lamas blocking the door, so most of the water was poured on the lamas instead of on the fire in the hall.
The eunuchs were scrambling to pull up the lamas who were so frightened that they could not get up one by one. This took a lot of time??? Wen Xi watched with cold eyes, just like Tong Jia also watched with cold eyes when the parasol forest was on fire.
When the entrance to the hall was cleared, the fire in the hall had spread to the entire Baohua Hall, and the fire was raging. Wen Xi and Cheng Fei could feel the burning and pungent smell even from a distance.
Xiao Luzi lowered his body and whispered: "Master, why don't you move, it's not safe here."
Wenxi felt the burning sensation on her cheeks, with a warm smile on her face, as if the warm spring breeze was blowing on her face, her red lips opened slightly. She uttered a few words: "No need! The fire of the red lotus is so beautiful. Why?
Can I miss it?" For example, Tong Jia's superb acting skills in Wutong Forest that day were as if something had happened to her own sister. Her gentleness couldn't be much worse than hers.
From a distance, I saw two maids in the palace helping Tong Jia out of the fire. Wen Xi secretly screamed, "It's a pity that she hasn't been smoked to death yet?"
Suddenly, the beams burning in the fire dropped like red-hot charcoal. Seeing that the situation was not good, the palace maid who was supporting Tong Jia hurriedly let go and escaped first.
"Ah!! -" It was Tong Jia's shrill scream. Wen Xi seemed to smell the aroma of meat, as if it was a burnt steak. The burning wood hit Tong Jia's side.
On the face, it was difficult to see the extent of the injury in the thick smoke. The other palace maid was loyal and ignored the flames. She kicked away the burning wood that fell in front of her and helped Tong Jiashi and ran out quickly.
Running from the thick smoke, Wen Xi saw half of her face clearly. It had been burned beyond recognition. Wen Xi smiled. Even the post-Korean plastic surgery technology could not restore her to her original appearance, right? She had lost her beautiful face.
Her face, that would relieve her anger even more than killing her! Wen Xi smiled brightly. But Tong Jia's face, twisted with pain, grief and anger, met Wen Xi's smiling face. She ran up quickly and grabbed her.
The warm collar: "It's you, it must be you!!!"
Wen Xi's eyes narrowed, smelling the intoxicating scent of meat, she licked her lips and said: "Concubine Tong looks like this??? I wonder if the emperor will feel pity or disgust when he comes back?"
"Ah!!" Tong Jiashi screamed and hurriedly covered the burned half of her face with both hands. Her bun was loose, her exquisite flags were full of dirt, and the exquisite pearls and emeralds on her head were all crooked.
Some fell to the ground and were trampled to pieces.
Wen Xi straightened her collar and arranged the gold embroidered Tuan Shou character pattern that she had messed up. Long Hua smiled sweetly and said, "How could the Baohua Palace catch fire? It's really weird."
Concubine Tong seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and ran to the Bodhi tree with her body trembling, like a poor nightmare-ridden person seeking refuge. Half an hour ago, she was kneeling on the futon in front of the Buddha to pray, and the huge lotus pattern candle exploded.
A bright candle appeared and the lanterns fell, which was a good omen. However, the good omen turned into a nightmare in an instant. The yellow silk tablecloth in front of the Buddha suddenly burst into flames, burning the table table, igniting the prayer flags, and spreading to
The entire Baohua Hall turned into a raging fire! The lamas lost their usual composure and rushed out one by one, but blocked the door of the hall????
Yes, someone sprinkled sulfur powder, saltpeter powder and charcoal powder under the yellow silk fabric, which is the so-called "gunpowder". This stuff burns too easily. It only takes a tiny spark to start a fire. Baohua
In a place like the palace where incense and candles flourish, there is no shortage of small sparks. Small sparks that are invisible to the human eye fall on the yellow silk. The flame ignites and turns into a fire in an instant. The gunpowder is naturally swallowed up in the fire and cannot be found.
At the slightest bit of evidence, just like the small candle in the sycamore forest that day, it will be swallowed up by the fire.
At this time, a young lama shouted tremblingly: "Buddha is angry! The table will catch fire without fire??? Amitabha, Amitabha???"
Wen Xi looked at Tong Jia who was hiding behind the tree and trembling in fear. She said quietly: "Spontaneous combustion without fire? Isn't that the red lotus karma fire?"
"No!!!" Tong Jiashi shook her head hurriedly, "It must have been you! Niu Hulu, it was you, right?! Otherwise, you have never set foot in Baohua Hall, why are you here suddenly today?!
"
Wen Xi smiled and said: "It's just that I was in a fire in the Wutong Forest a few days ago. I was in danger. Concubine De suggested that I come to offer incense and thank the Buddha for his blessing! I just saw you inside and wanted to go in later!"
I am really grateful to the Buddha for his blessing, otherwise I would have been in trouble today!"
"Wu Ya?!" Tong Jia's eyes widened. At this time, the palace maid in blue who was supporting her hurriedly covered her badly damaged face with her handkerchief. The palace maid in blue was called Bao Lan, and she was Tong Jia.
As a confidant, she let out a sigh, as if she had thought of something, and said hurriedly: "Master, the chief eunuch of Baohua Palace is the sworn brother of Concubine De's cousin!"
Feeling the pain on her face and the pain in her heart, Tong Jia showed a ferocious expression: "Wu Ya, I will never spare you!!"
Very good, this is the result we want. If a dog bites a dog, it will be very exciting. A fire may not kill Tong Jia. The Baohua Palace was specially chosen to make Tong Jia doubt her morality.
Concubine didn't need evidence. He only needed the exposed "relationships" and the hatred Tong Jia had for Concubine De in his heart, which was enough to convince him that Concubine De was responsible.
What will the disfigured and furious Tong Jia do? Wen Xi is looking forward to her losing her mind.
Jingren Palace.
The left half of Tong Jia's face had red flesh sticking out. Some places were burnt black, and some places were bloody. It was very scary. The imperial doctor and the palace maids were busy cleaning Tong Jia's wounds, applying medicine, and finally covering them.
veil.
Tong Jia tried her best to calm herself down. She didn't dare to use the bronze mirror because she could feel how ugly her face would be. "Physician Gu, you are the most skilled medical practitioner in the imperial hospital. Please tell me the truth! I
How confident is Gong’s face that it can be restored to its original state?!”
Gu Chengzong looked at Tong Jia's face, made some mental notes to make his words more tactful, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I can only do my best. I can only make your face look better."
"You mean there is no hope of recovery for me?!" Tong Jia suddenly became furious.
Gu Chengzong knelt down and kowtowed: "I am incompetent! Please punish me!!"
Tong Jiashi picked up the gilt bronze mirror that was placed on the table and turned it over with trembling hands. What was reflected in the mirror was a woman in gorgeous clothes and a veil. The woman spoke with a trembling hand.
The lofty fingers lifted the veil, and suddenly there was a huge scar hidden underneath that was burned from the corner of the eye to the chin, spanning half of the face???
"ah!!!!--"
Chengqian Palace, the newly bloomed green chrysanthemum branches are being pruned gently. The green is as green as an emerald, a bit richer than the leaves. It is really a good variety! I didn’t expect that the flower room in the palace could cultivate such good flowers.
The green chrysanthemums are no less impressive than those in the space.
Xiao Luzi walked quickly and came to report: "Master, Concubine Tong went to Yonghe Palace at starry night and just passed by the gate of our palace. What a grand gesture!"
Wen Xi lifted her wrist. The scar she scratched and then went crazy was no longer there. It took her a lot of time and almost exhausted all the good things in the space to completely remove it. It was better to wait until it was in the space.
The snow lotus grew up and was able to fully recover. Wen Xi dared to harm herself because she had space in the first place! And the scar on Tong Jia's face was much more serious than this one on hers. Wen Xi can be sure,
No one can remove such serious scars except herself.
Xiao Luzi asked tentatively: "Master??? Why don't you go and take a look?"
Wen Xi put down the scissors and said calmly: "The result can be expected, but it would be a pity not to go and see it. Let's go after Tong Jia's anger is over." What will happen to Wu Ya's family?
What about inhuman treatment? Wen Xi is really curious! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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