Chapter three hundred and forty second Tibetan head
Color Yama, Luo Huan, passed away? That is, died?
Like Duoji, he was in the prime of life, and he definitely did not die of old age. Could it be that he had become possessed by practicing martial arts? But since he had cultivated into the Dharma Realm, it was said that he would not become possessed until he was promoted to a true spirit. Dorje was hidden in sadness.
If there is hidden anger, then there is only one possibility: Luo Huan was killed. But this is a real monk of the Lamaist Dharma Realm, not a cat or a dog on the road! Even if you have the strength to kill, you still have to weigh the power of the Lamaism, right?
"Is it someone from Tianwaitian??" Wuxu frowned and asked in a deep voice.
Duoji shook his head silently, still clasping his hands in front of his heart, but his head hung lower. "Junior brother Wuxu, do you know that my junior brother Luo Huan died at the hands of that Zhao Tong!" Duoji said nothing.
Said, but the bottom of my heart was shouting, and my whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Tonight, Jin Shezi and Han Shuanghu recited the magic method. Duoji soon realized that the formula was very similar to the "Mandala Great Joy Sutra", especially the following few incantations, whose pronunciation was almost the same as "Mandala Sutra".
A mantra in the inner chapter of Luo Da Huan Xi Sutra is exactly the same!
Non-core disciples of Lamaism cannot refer to the inner chapters of this sutra, and even those like Wuxu can only read the superficial outer chapters at best, and at most they can only be slightly simulated and demonstrated by Dorje. According to the rules of Lamaism, such a sutra is secret.
The curse must never be leaked, even if it means death. At that time, Seyan Luohuan was fighting with Zhao Tong, and he vaguely sensed that Zhao Tong seemed to know this method very well, and intended to
After this sutra, he made the worst plan early and imprinted Zhao Tong's name on the Dharma Realm. Zhao Tong destroyed Luo Huan's Dharma Realm, collected the fragments of his Dharma Realm, pieced together the fragments of the "Mandala Sutra of Great Joy", and then changed his appearance.
, when he taught it to his subordinates as a reward of a magic technique, he did not know that the message of killing Luo Huan was also implicit in it. Anyone who is a real monk of Lamaism would know it immediately.
But Wuxu didn't know it. Although he had practiced with Phagpa, Duoji and others at Tianyuan Yansheng Temple for nearly a year, he had not truly embraced Lamaism, so he did not know this secret method.
The sound of moist wind floated low and close to the water surface, as if someone was speechless and choked with tears.
At that time, they met each other on the bow of the boat, and they were in love with each other. Although they were hugging each other, and they seemed to be drunk and lustful, they were saying a few verses, which was probably a deep understanding of Buddhism. Looking back now, they were extremely romantic and unrestrained. Later, he secretly told
To myself, Lu Miaoying arrived
After arriving in Yuandu, he was looking for himself everywhere. With no good intentions, he hurriedly left Qixia Temple and went to the sea. Speaking of which, he was kind to himself. What's more, after listening to what Senior Brother Duoji said tonight, the color of Yama Luo Huan is also very good.
Very respectful.
Wuxu couldn't help but sigh, and imitated Duoji, and picked up two thin drops of water from the wind and water with a snap of his fingers, then filled Duoji and the jade cup in front of him, then clasped his hands together, placed them on his chest, and pondered
After a long time, I raised my head and recited, "I still remember going up to the small building with my palms clasped, and having a powdered head in the world of mortals. I just said that I am happy and don't worry about it. I love freedom in my heart."
"Just talk about joy, don't worry about it, a beautiful heart loves freedom." Duoji clasped his hands on his chest, his lips tightly closed, but his harmony was floating under the moon on the water, like the wind. He thought to himself: Junior Brother Wuxu, he has really changed.
Just like Master said, I have gone crazy.
Duoji couldn't help but recall that day. Regardless of his injuries, he disobeyed his master's orders. Worried that his master would be harmful to Wuxu, he followed him in secret. After being discovered by his master, he followed his master back to Sakya Temple. That night in the secret room, his master Ba Si
Ba's secret words to himself...
Duoji suddenly raised his head and said seriously to Wuxu, "Junior Brother Wuxu, be careful of being possessed by a demon."
When Wuxu saw Duoji laughing, he also laughed and said, "I'm possessed, I'm possessed, senior brother is laughing at me." After saying that, he thought for a moment, then looked serious again, and said after considering, "Senior brother Luo Huan, who has been possessed by someone?
Damn, you and I need to pay close attention and investigate when we go to Mount Lu. In my opinion, Lu Miaoying is the most suspicious..."
In the night fog, Duoji sat there, listening quietly, nodding occasionally. He swore to avenge Luo Huan, and already had the intention to kill Zhao Tong. He didn't tell Wuxu because he didn't want Wuxu to have any intercession or intercession.
stop.
Wuxu analyzed it to himself for a while. Seeing that Duoji remained silent, he could only sigh, recite the Buddha's name, and sit in silence.
The sounds of silk and bamboo, singing and dancing all around became extremely distant, as if they were from another world. The sound of wind and water, like the slow flow of water, seemed to be the whole world of this small building.
Suddenly, Wuxu, whose eyes were slightly closed, suddenly opened his eyes, flicked his fingers in his hands, and shot out two invisible auras of annihilation of the Dharma Realm to the left and right. The hazy white water surface was empty and silent, but there seemed to be something there.
Broken, and then turned into nothingness. When I realized the void, I felt vaguely that there were two filament-like "nutrients" absorbed by my own destructive Dharma Realm.
Ghost! Wuxu focused his eyes and gestured to Duoji. Duoji remained as motionless as a mountain and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.
At this time, the outside of the floating building became dark for a moment, and dense numbers of evil ghosts emerged silently from the surrounding water. Their hair was disheveled, their faces were ashen, and their wet bodies exuded a terrible cold air. They stood there. The cold wind
They were all around, their shadows looking longingly, and it was very gloomy.
This was obviously a ghost monk who was manipulating the situation behind the scenes. Wuxu suddenly became angry for no reason. He wanted to besiege the two of them just because of the unjust dead water ghost in the Bianliang River! Who is he? So bold!
Wuxu made lotus seals with his hands, silently recited the secret mantra, and the small building rose slightly. The energy of the Dharma Realm entered the water from the bottom of the seat, spread outward along the wooden boards and four columns, forming a lotus shape. Immediately, there were many
The water ghosts were saved by the destructive energy of the Wuxu Dharma Realm and turned into nothing. The other water ghosts seemed to know how powerful they were. Their whole bodies were trembling and they quietly retreated back, but they still kept the little ones from a distance.
surrounded by buildings.
Dorje saw this scene in his eyes, his eyes flashed, and he silently stared at the gray lotus outside the small building. His heart was extremely heavy, and Master Pasiba's secret words rang in his ears again, "The mandala Dharma Realm does not cultivate the deity."
, its energy is extinguished, like a ghost or a demon."
Wuxu didn't notice this. He was about to use the Bone Sword when he suddenly frowned and said to Duoji, "Brother, look!"
Duoji slowly cast his gaze to the distance outside. I don’t know when the river was full of water ghosts. It seemed that overnight, all the souls of thousands of years of injustice emerged from the bottom of the water tonight. On the flower boats and wine boats in the river,
There was no more singing and dancing, no trace of life. Under the pale moonlight, there were water ghosts everywhere on the bow, stern, and even on the top of the mast cabin. The colored lanterns were still swaying in the wind, like the red eyes of a man-eating monster.
"The great method of controlling ghosts," Duoji said softly, slowly closing his eyes, "The real ghost cultivator from Fengdu Mountain is also here. Do you want ghosts to start a war with demons?"
As if to confirm Duoji's judgment, the unexplainable water ghost in the river began to slowly slide towards the shore. After a while, Wuxu heard a cry of terror. Then, dull military sounds came from inside and outside Bianliang City.
The sound of drums, the harsh golden sound, and the cry of death.
"Brother, the ghost forces are far away in Wuchang Mansion, nearly a thousand miles away, and there are several cities in the middle. Do they want to attack thousands of miles overnight?" Wuxu was a little confused. Could it be that the demon monks and the demon army are vegetarians?
"Zhangjiao Timur was possessed by the devil alone, and his subordinates were still members of the Yuan army." Duoji opened his mouth to answer, but he also opened his eyes, showing a look of confusion, "As far as I know, there are demons, ghosts, and monsters.
We agreed that if we don’t attack Yingtian Mansion, we won’t be able to meet each other, so why is it like this tonight?”
Ten miles outside Bianliang City, countless torches are burning with blue flames. The cavalry is in front and the infantry is behind. They are all wearing thick and heavy armor. They can't be seen at a glance, and they are full of murderous intent. In the middle, there is a high-rise sun.
The flag of Baizhang is blowing in the night wind
There was a whirring sound, and there was a big Chinese character on it. Under the flag, there was an eight-passenger carriage, as big as a small mountain. Inside the carriage, two ghost monks were looking gloomily through the heavy curtains.
Watch the battle ahead.
"The front has gained the upper hand, and the follow-up troops can break through Bianliang City in one fell swoop." After a while, a ghost monk said softly.
"Don't worry, let that loach struggle again. Doesn't he want to avenge his tribe? If we go there now, we might end up incurring their jealousy." Another ghost cultivator, with a gloomy half-smile but not a smile, then
As he exhaled and spoke, an inexplicable white light flashed around the corner of his mouth, rising and disappearing, faint and cold, like phosphorous fire.
At this moment, Bianliang City is full of wronged souls and ghosts. When they see a living creature, they swarm up and bite them endlessly. Wuxu and Duoji are sitting cross-legged on the wooden board with their hands clasped together. The energy of the Dharma Realm spreads around the small building, slowly flowing down.
Following the river, it drifted towards the west of the city.
"Senior brother, evil spirits are raging. As Buddhists, can we just sit back and watch?" Wuxu suddenly asked.
Duoji looked at Wuxu, and after a moment, he slowly replied, "How can we manage the dispute between demons and ghosts?" Before Wuxu could speak again, Duoji continued, "Although the subordinates of Timur in Kuaikuo are no better than Zhao Tong,
All of his troops are ordinary ordinary soldiers, but among his troops, this city
There are also many heretic monks, demonic monks, the two demon cultivators just now, and even some ghost cultivators, as well as some self-degenerated traitors of our religion! They are mixed in with ordinary soldiers and civilians, fighting together, you and me.
I’m afraid it’s difficult to distinguish them one by one and there’s no way to start.”
Wuxu thought about it and had to admit that Duoji's words made sense. Even if he and Duoji came forward, how could they stop the demons and monsters from mixing in the crowd, holding them hostage, fighting fiercely at night, and turning them into a pot of porridge?
When he was helpless, a sharp roar sounded in the sky, and a huge black dragon shadow emerged under the moonlight, with blazing black flames spurting out from its mouth, and its two dragon claws swayed into hurricanes. As soon as it appeared, Wu
Xu then heard the screams and screams in the city, which were much louder and more piercing. Several demon cultivators jumped into the air in panic and fled in all directions.
"Bianliang City will definitely fall into the hands of ghost monks tonight. I have already reported this matter to Master." Duoji suddenly stood up and said to Wuxu, "You and I should go to the grassland and shoot the giant eagle with a snap of your fingers."
Wuxu looked at the somewhat familiar dragon shadow in the sky, and then at the faint shadow of swords and swords in the distance, nodded, and followed Duoji quietly away.
At dawn, the two of them had arrived at the border of Taiyuan. At this time, on the ground, Wang Baobao's troops were withdrawn from the front line of Kaifeng in an orderly manner and gathered around Taiyuan. There was also another elite troop, about 20,000 strong.
, starting from Taiyuan Mansion, they also drove towards the north grassland like Wuxu and Duoji invisible in the clouds.
"They are escorting Prince Yuan to retreat to the grassland." Duoji stretched out his hand and pointed to an extremely gorgeous carriage surrounded by the team below. In front of the carriage were six white horses, surrounded by a dense concentration of knights. I don't know why.
, Dorje slowed down, flying slowly in the air, and followed the team below unhurriedly. He clasped his hands together, and recited Tibetan scriptures in a low and slow voice.
His voice gradually passed through the clouds and spread to the bottom. Soon, there was a commotion in this army. Then, Wuxu saw that the horses were not moving forward, the soldiers were kneeling, and a middle-aged man rode out of the gorgeous carriage.
He walked out, looked up at the sky, seemed to be muttering to himself, and after a moment, slowly knelt down on the muddy ground.
Wuxu thought that Dorje was going to show up to meet Prince Yuan. Unexpectedly, Dorje looked straight at him and continued to fly forward without stopping. The sun was red, the sky was blue, and the clouds were white. Dorje was chanting sutras in a vague way.
The sound of literature, like the sound of camel bells in the distance, gradually fades away.
Until the bottom was an endless grassland, Duoji stopped again and stopped reciting.
Smoke rises from all directions, and cattle and sheep appear on the wind-blown grass. The Mongolian cavalry unified the Central Plains, and the country was known as the Yuan Dynasty. In the past hundred years, no matter whether the reigning emperor was good or bad, the grassland in his hometown was still regarded as a treasure. The grass here is lush and green.
, the air is fresh, the sky is as pure as sapphire, and the so-called "Haizi" is like pearls scattered on the grassland, which is fascinating.
Duoji paused slightly, half talking to himself, and half sighing to Wuxu, "I haven't been to the beautiful Mongolian grassland for a long time." After saying that, he continued to fly towards the north. Wuxu remained silent.
Follow.
Then, the temperature dropped sharply, and stiff and exposed frozen soil and jagged rocks gradually appeared below. Duoji just stopped again. Ouch. A fierce howl of wolves suddenly rose from the ground, followed by thousands of them.
The pack of wolves seemed to have emerged from the ground, all staring with green eyes and howling towards the sky. A figure flew into the air and came in front of Wuxu and Duoji.
"Namo World Honored Sakyamuni Buddha!" Dorje took a step forward and shouted the Buddha's name loudly. He didn't know when he had sacrificed the Xingyun Bamboo in his hand.
The man stared at Wuxu and Duoji warily, and was about to ask. The Nebula Bamboo in Duoji's hand had already flown out. A nebula became bigger and brighter.
"Who are you?!" Judging from the aura, that man also had the cultivation of a real person, but at this moment he was looking at Duoji in horror. Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, his entire body and consciousness had been wrapped in the nebula.
Wuxu could only see the bright light flowing in front of him like the Milky Way, and then scattered in all directions, turning into thousands of rays of light, but he did not see the black lotus mark flashing across Duoji's forehead.
The wolves below, most of them dead in the brilliance, whined and howled, and disappeared in an instant. Duoji didn't care about himself, and then turned back.
"This monster is the wolf king of the desert. He became a real person by luck. He had always kept to himself before. In recent decades, he took advantage of Yuanting's unrest and became unscrupulous, leading his pack of wolves to wreak havoc on the grassland." On the way, Duoji said calmly to Wu Xu.
"Senior Brother Duoji, you are doing your best to retreat to the grassland for Prince Yuan and eliminate hidden dangers." Wuxu understood in his heart, clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name to show his knowledge.
When they returned to the endless grassland, Prince Yuan and his party had just arrived. Wuxu and Duoji, in the clouds, silently watched the complicated ceremony below to welcome Prince Yuan.
"Last night, the Ghost Dao monks used surprise troops and led 30,000 elite soldiers to attack Bianliang at night for thousands of miles. Then they coordinated with the north and south of Wuchang Prefecture and uprooted the Demon Dao city in the middle." When Wu Xu was bored, Duoji said slowly.
"What!? Thirty thousand elite soldiers?!" Wuxu asked repeatedly, "How is this possible? Appearing thousands of miles away overnight?"
"Ghost dragon." Duoji replied briefly, but his tone seemed uncertain. Ghost dragon is huge in size, soars into the clouds and controls water. If it is to transport troops, it must be it.
"Thirty thousand elite soldiers, most of them ordinary people, plus military horses and axle loads. Could it be that all the ghost dragons in Rakshasa Peak have come to the human world?!" Wuxu frowned and promoted himself to a real person. He knew that ordinary real monks
, it is possible to take dozens of people with you and fly thousands of miles. There is also the issue of ordinary people's own safety to consider. To say that a real-life ghost dragon can transport 30,000 elite soldiers to thousands of miles away.
No matter what, Wuxu thought it was a fantasy.
"Last night, when the ghost monks led the army to seize the area from Wuchang Prefecture to Bianliang Kaifeng, all the elites of Yingtian Prefecture came out. By this time, they had captured the Hongze Lake Basin." Duoji said softly, and then left.
A thunderbolt.
"Captured Hongze Lake?!"
Hongze Lake is the base camp where Zhao Tong originally trained the demon army. How many times has Wuxu been to Taihu Lake? The boundless demonic energy melts into Hongze Lake, which is thousands of miles away. Is it so easy to attack? What puzzles Wuxu most is that the ghost monks
Here we lead our troops north to attack Bianliang.
, Zhu Yuanzhang led his army north to attack Hongze Lake. This was not something that Zhu Yuanzhang could decide by hiding behind Li Linfu and other Yin body Confucian cultivators lurking in Wuchang Mansion. Could it be that Zhu Yuanzhang formed an alliance with the Black Dragon Envoy? In other words, there is an alliance between Haoran Peak and Luosha Peak in Lushan Mountain.
Secret agreement?
Wu Wuxu suddenly felt that his brain was a little exhausted. The world was changing too fast.
In the blue sky, several black shadows flew towards them at extremely fast speeds. In the blink of an eye, they had already flown below the clouds at the feet of Wuxu and Duoji.
Wuxu smiled happily and said, "No matter what, the big eagle is flying here, let's watch you and I snap our fingers." After saying that, he raised his right index finger slightly and pointed downwards.
The two large eagles were pierced through the heads by Wuxu's finger force one after another and fell towards the ground. Their companions let out bursts of whining and hovered above them.
Down below, Prince Yuan and others were finishing the ceremony when they suddenly saw two large eagles falling from the sky. They couldn't help but panic. On the day they returned from the refuge, they saw another large eagle falling, which was indeed a bad omen. At that moment, Prince Yuan and others were crawling on the ground again.
On the grassland, there was endless fear.
When Wuxu saw this, he couldn't help but sigh, "A generation of geniuses only knew how to bend a bow and shoot big eagles. Today, this heroic spirit is gradually fading for future generations."
Duoji, then recited, "It is hard to turn back when you bend a bow, and you are not a hero when shooting eagles. When you are away from the original grass, the glory will be withered every year." While reciting, he reached down a little. Then he saw the two people in front of Prince Yuan.
The dead eagle came back to life, fluttered its wings, sang a long cry, and flew to the horizon with its companions, disappearing into the white clouds.
When Prince Yuan and others saw the dead eagle come back to life, spread its wings and fly high, they were so excited that they sang and danced there. Judging from the situation, it should be a ritual such as worshiping ancestors and summoning souls.
Wuxu looked down and smiled, unwilling to disturb Duoji's thoughts, and stood aside with his hands tied.
"Junior Brother Wuxu, do you think it's inappropriate?" Duoji suddenly asked softly.
Wuxu didn't expect Duoji to care so much. He pondered for a moment and replied, "Yuan Ting's energy has been exhausted. Senior brother is so considerate and benevolent."
Duoji remained silent, and after a while, he said strangely, "The way of heaven is cyclical, one withered and one with glory. What does Yuanting's energy have to do with monks like us? No matter how you bend the bow or snap your fingers, it is always about the disputes between heroes.
die."
As the saying goes
I still remember going up to the small building with my palms together, watching life and death and listening to the romance.
In the original scene, he shoots the big eagle with a snap of his fingers. The hero's right and wrong is hidden in his words.