Wuxu sat cross-legged, and carefully entered the mandala with his spiritual consciousness. He found that he seemed to be in a small and magnificent Buddhist hall. There was a small Buddhist niche on the side of the Buddhist hall, enshrining a Buddha with his legs crossed.
While sitting, there is a faint green aura surrounding him, so with his face
His eyes were blurred and he couldn't see clearly. Wuxu relied on his intuition and knew that the Buddha on the shrine should be the key to this mandala. He tried to communicate several times, but got no response. He knew that his realm was not enough and his practice was still shallow.
Wuxu is not in a hurry, just waiting for time to figure it out slowly.
Looking around, all you can see are complex and bright murals, depicting many gods and Buddhas in Lamaism, some lying on the lotus sea, some manifesting thousands of hands and thousands of arms, some making seals or holding ritual objects. In the middle of the Buddhist hall, hanging
The dazzling prayer flags, with red faces and yellow edges, were covered with faintly visible Tibetan scriptures. Wuxu looked at them for a long time and couldn't understand them at all, so he tried to figure them out.
When communicating with each other, the Tibetan characters on the prayer flags just flashed. Not knowing what was going on, I had to give up. Just as I was about to exit, I suddenly discovered that in the corner of the carpet under my feet, there was a touch of blue waves and a white lotus, which was the magical power of Bi Haizhu.
Magic. Looking at the blue waves and white lotus, Wuxu felt a sense of connection between his mind and his heart. After a moment of sensing, he knew that as long as he
You can display it with just a thought. Not only that, the pattern on the carpet under your feet is exactly the same as that on the roll of sheepskin under your physical body in the tent, except that in the middle and on the four sides are the statues of Buddha such as the Great Sun Tathagata.
, there are many small patterns on it. In addition to blue waves and white lotus, there are also swords, guns, swords, bows, and incense.
Furnace bells, birds and beasts, etc. Each pattern represents a spell, a magical power. Wu Xu was overjoyed, and his mind was filled with excitement, knowing that this was Morn killing someone to seize the treasure.
, and then sacrificed the mandala with his body and mind, integrating all the magic and magical powers on the magic weapon into the Dharma Realm, and what was engraved on it was an advantage to himself.
Wuxu sensed and communicated with the many patterns on the carpet one by one. At the same time, he also understood the fundamental way of cultivation of the dead Moen. He used the mandala as a magic weapon to cultivate, robbed countless, and incorporated many
There are many magical powers, but this mandala also adds great power.
At dawn, Wuxu opened his eyes, only to feel that he was tired from running his spiritual consciousness all night long. He sat on the ground and twisted the beads in his hands. He collected the six sense organs as he had done in the morning class at Hualien Miaofa Sect, and silently recited Amitabha Buddha. Waiting for a while.
Hours passed, Wuxu stood up and put away the sheepskins under his feet, and lay down on the couch covered with thick animal skins. He poured a glass of fine milk and sipped it slowly while secretly thinking about the next countermeasures.
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I accidentally took away Moen's house and got his mandala. I wonder if those people noticed it last night? With my cultivation level in the third level of mortal world, I can't stand before the eyes of these old devils in the real world.
Underneath, can you escape? How to deal with it? Even if you can escape, where will you go from now on?...
Just as he was thinking about it, a sergeant outside the tent respectfully announced that the third prince had summoned everyone. After waiting for a moment, Wuxu quietly walked over and lifted up a corner of the thick curtain, only to see that the sergeant who had sent the order was still as motionless as a wooden pole.
The men standing outside seemed to be the third prince's personal soldiers. After passing the order, they wanted to meet him and return to his account. That's all.
There is no way to avoid disaster. Now that things have happened, we are facing mountains of swords, seas of fire, dragon pools and tiger dens. We have to go through it even if we don't even think about it. After Wuxu figured it out, he no longer hesitated, opened the curtain and walked out of the tent without saying a word. The sergeant saw Wuxu
With a gloomy face and not daring to talk nonsense, he bowed slightly and clasped his fists, then turned around and led Wuxu to the third prince's tent.
The third prince was 18 years old. Although he was of pure Mongolian descent, the country had been founded a long time ago, and the luxury style of the upper class of Yuanmeng was prevalent. Therefore, the third prince wore a silver-white mink robe, with a star on his forehead.
With emerald green, thin skin and tender flesh, and long hair shawl, he looked indescribably wealthy and romantic at first glance, but there was a hint of sternness in his eyes. At this moment, the person was sitting
On the main tent, he hugged the palace maid and rubbed it gently with one hand, while holding a piece of beautiful jade in his other hand and caressing it carelessly. When he saw Wuxu enter the tent, without waiting for Wuxu to greet him and say something, he gently put down the beautiful jade in his hand.
, laughed and said, "Master Moen, I heard that the sound of Buddha was heard outside the master's tent yesterday, and the fragrance hit your nostrils. You should know that the master's Buddhist practice has improved a lot. I am happy to congratulate you!"
Wuxu clasped his hands together and was about to speak. He saw two great lamas next to him, with strange expressions on their faces, and then they let out a slight groan at the same time. This was interrupted, and he reached the prince, opened his eyes, and looked at Wuxu carefully.
Xu Xu, his eyes showed a thoughtful look, "I didn't expect that Master Moen has acquired such a brilliant method. I can't even see the master's true cultivation state." This third prince is the third son of Yuan Huizong today, and he is the prince.
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In the inner palace, there were countless experts and countless miraculous pills to help him practice. Although he was only eighteen years old, his cultivation was like a rocket, rising to the late stage of the mortal realm. He took a closer look and saw Wuxu standing in the tent.
The cultivation level revealed was only the third level of mortal world. At this moment, not only the third prince, but also Baltu and Balzan, and some other masters in the tent also saw it, and they all showed strange expressions.
Wuxu secretly complained in his heart, but on the surface he put on an inscrutable look. He didn't even look at Baltu and Balzan, he just recited the Buddha's name and said slowly, "Southern Buddhists also have some subtle methods.
Pretending to be a ghost made the third prince laugh." Then,
He gave a slight "you know" look. The third prince thought he understood the implication of Wu Xu's words, burst out laughing, and with a half-compliment, a "you know" look, said, "Congratulations, master, what other interesting methods does the master have?
I will also teach it to you for fun."
Baltu, who wanted to force his way into Wuxu last night, suddenly said, "Senior Brother Moen, I don't know what kind of magic power I got last night, but Baltu wants to observe it." After saying that, he took a step forward and revealed his cultivation.
, a copper-colored prayer wheel flew out from under the monk's robe, spinning slowly in the air, and there was a faint frightening whistling sound. Wuxu was almost unsteady, only feeling tightness in his chest and difficulty breathing. This was from Baltu
As a test, he only used three points of mana.
Moen looked at the prayer wheel locked on his head, glowing with yellow light, and felt a hint of death. It seemed that his whole body and mind were being pulled in as the prayer wheel turned. He knew that he could no longer sit still and wait for death, so he hurriedly lowered his head.
Activate your spiritual consciousness and drive the mandala with all your strength. The parchment rose into the air, unfolded rapidly, and emitted a golden light. Various magical instruments came one after another.
flew out, spread out, and then slowly rotated above everyone's heads in a mysterious way. Immediately afterwards, a shadow of a Buddhist temple seemed to be projected in the void. Once the shadow of the Buddhist temple appeared, the tent
There was a subtle yet vast Buddha's breath permeating the air, which seemed to transport everyone to the Buddha's kingdom in the heavens, and there were various sounds of Sanskrit singing coming from the shadow of the Buddhist hall.
"The True Dharma Realm of Mandala!" Baltu shouted, horrified, and stayed there. But the prayer wheel that was originally locked on Wuxu with murderous intent slowly flew towards the parchment while turning, and there was no scream at all.
, the color of bronze also gradually
It turned khaki, and then swayed, blending into the swords, wooden fish, and white lotuses in the air, becoming one with them. Baltu didn't hesitate anymore, and ignored his heartache for his bronze prayer wheel, and screamed again,
Backing away continuously.
At this moment, Wuxu felt that he was riding a tiger, and he secretly regretted that he only tried out the various magical powers in the mandala last night, and did not fully activate the mandala to find out. In a moment, he seemed to be about to be affected by this vision again and again.
The mandala sucked up mana and spiritual consciousness. Seeing Baltu screaming and retreating, Wuxu hurriedly stopped driving and took back the mandala.
All the visions in the tent disappeared, and everyone was silent. After a while, the third prince, who had already stood up, quickly walked up to Wuxu, bent down and saluted, "Buddha is on top, the little king has taken the initiative, respectfully
Wish the master a mantra
The Supreme Realm of Luo’s True Dharma Realm. Namo’s Master, Sakyamuni Buddha.” Immediately, everyone came forward, bowed and recited, even the Taoist priest Tong who solemnly announced his identity last night and remained silent this morning.
Yu Chun also stepped forward to congratulate the Prime Minister.
The two brothers, Baltu and Balzan, were panicked and embarrassed. Finally, under the gaze of everyone, they bit the bullet and stepped forward to apologize to Wuxu.
Wuxu wanted to kill the two of them, but he didn't have the strength to do so. He paused and chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, Your Highness, the young monk wants to stay in seclusion for a few days, please forgive me." Bacuoleda still looked shocked.
Even Wuxu didn't notice that it was not Namo's master Sakyamuni Buddha but Amitabha Buddha who was chanting. Hearing this, he hurriedly said respectfully, "Master, please excuse me. We and others are here to wait for the master to come out of seclusion."
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As the saying goes
Neither a sword nor a bow, nor an incense burner nor a bell.
But when I get to the Buddhist hall and recite sutras, all kinds of Buddha's names are integrated.