one person's life

Chapter 134 Weird Temple and Nine-Character Mantra
When Tang Muzhi proposed to explore the temple halfway up the mountain, Ding Zhangan and Tu Junfang lit a bonfire in the misty forest.

"I haven't eaten in two days." Ding Shian explained. He didn't know when he had a skinned rabbit and a river fish with scales removed.

"I wasn't in the mood to eat it before." Tu Junfang said a little embarrassedly: "Can you save some detoxification powder? It would be terrible if you get poisoned again."

Tang Muzhi looked at the pitiful elephant girl tied to the temple door in the distance, and he simply found a drier place to sit down.

"Give my dog ​​a rabbit head, and I'll eat the rabbit legs."

"It's not a big deal." Ding Jian'an took out a very modern yellow silk cloth, embroidered with red thread: "The heavens are full of energy, and my sun is prosperous." He took out a few yellow talisman papers from it and threw it away. In the fire, Tang Muzhi felt that a warm energy from the flames instantly wrapped the food and heated it evenly. The raindrops in the sky evaporated directly before it touched the surface of the food.

Tang Muzhi was still a little curious, and thought that Ding Jian'an was indeed closely related to the Taoist sect. The embroidery on the silk just now was a famous line from "The Sutra of Crossing People" ("The Mysterious Sutra of the Unmeasurable Spiritual Treasures of the Taishang Cave") . "What kind of talisman is this?" Tang Muzhi asked.He was ignorant. Although he had read the "Maoshan Talisman Secret Technique" and knew that there were many talismans in Taoism, he seemed to have never seen any talismans that could heat and ignite.

Tu Junfang explained: "It's normal that you don't know this talisman. This talisman comes from a small branch of the Shenxiao sect, and it is a single lineage... Of course, Lao Ding is not the inheritor, but he has some connections with that family. This The 'Wang Master Talisman' was obtained from him."

Sitting next to the bonfire at night, with the firelight flickering and everyone's faces flickering in and out, Ding Shi'an stared at the rabbit expressionlessly while roasting the rabbit. He added: "This 'Master Wang' refers to the Tang Dynasty." Wang Zihua, who lived in Nanyue, practiced Taoism under Zhu Rongfeng of Nanyue for nine years, and was later taught and ascended by the 'Grandma Erxian'... Before he started practicing Taoism, he had a classmate named Yan Zhenqing."

Tang Muzhi nodded, but he didn't expect that this small talisman came from an ascended person like Fire Master Wang Zhenjun. It was said that this Wang Zihua was the founder of the Chan Cult. Tang Muzhi didn't know much about this, as he was not a member of the Taoist sect.

As for this "grandmother of the two immortals", the name is even greater. This immortal is called Wei Huacun, and she was the one who founded the Shangqing School and wrote "Huang Ting Jing" and other works... People also call her "Mrs. Wei".

After a while, the rabbit was roasted. Tu Junfang took the rabbit meat and actually took out a bottle of red wine from his arms. He told Tang Muzhi and Ding Zhangan that it was snatched from foreigners, and then he drank it alone. Fan, seeing Tang Muzhi is so envious.

After having had enough wine and food, it was naturally time to get down to business. There was no hallucinogenic poison on the rabbit meat. Tang Muzhi was about to walk quickly to the temple on the front mountain, but Ding Shian called him from behind.

"Muzhi."

Tang Muzhi turned to look at him, and Ding Zhangan stared at him with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Let's spar...right now, right here!"

Ding Zhangan turned sideways to face Tang Muzhi, already in a fighting posture. "I never told you that I am very interested in your innate abilities... There is one thing I did not do very kindly. When you stayed in the Lu family, I investigated for a period of time - you are a member of the Tang Sect. The inner disciples only officially joined the Tang Sect at the end of last year."

Ding Jian'an stood still and stopped moving. A weak Qi wave spread from his feet to the surroundings, "You haven't been practicing Qi for a long time, right? Your physical fitness is not comparable to that of many internal martial arts masters. This makes me particularly concerned... …I didn’t have a chance at the Lu family last time, so please give me some advice now!”

Light purple raindrops fell on the three of them, and a strong and upright aura came from Ding Zhangan. He paced in front of Tang Muzhi, and the distance between each step was exactly the same. His eyes never left Tang Muzhi's hands, Tang Muzhi also always paid attention to his steps.

Ding Jian'an's footwork is not only extremely fast, but what is even more frightening is the rhythm that will not change even if the mountain is overwhelming. His steps are as lively as a wild horse running loose, and as unpredictable as a soaring dragon.

Tang Muzhi had no intention of discussing with him at this time. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that most of this information was told to him by Bi Yuan, and looking at Ding Zhangan's behavior, he was afraid that his body had reached the stage of refining Qi and transforming into a god. I also know.

If Ding Jian'an was just obsessed with winning or too curious, Tang Muzhi would definitely advise him to keep his "six hearts" in mind. In the future, it would be easier to take off his shoes and swim in the river, hang a seal and look back, and witness the highest state of martial arts. But Ding Jian'an's The problem is more complicated. As his name suggests, he is like an isolated island trapped in the sea. He lacks a sense of security. At the same time, he is also a more pure martial arts idiot than Ruhu and others. With such a nature, it is useless to persuade him. Now he can only Can procrastinate.

"Hey...here, Brother Ding, business matters now. After this matter is over, you are welcome to come to our Tang Sect as a guest."

Although Tang Muzhi, as an assassin, still retains many means of discussion and communication, it is normal for the two of them to have their own advantages if they fight against Ding Shi'an. It is still important to deal with those Gu masters now.

Ding Shi'an froze and was silent for a moment. He finally nodded and removed his posture. Then he made a fist with his right hand, wrapped his left hand around his right fist, pressed his left thumb on his right hand's mouth, and pressed his right thumb on his left thumb. He gave Tang Muzhi a fist-cup salute.

He has not yet joined Quanxing, so discussions and exchanges require the consent of the other party, otherwise he will be deliberately trying to get in trouble with others and create hatred.

This was how he offended many heroes in the world before, and now it is difficult to move forward in many places... But this is a price he realizes he can afford.

And this matter is not impossible. Anyway, I am idle now. It is better to go to Tangmen to pay homage to Shanmen after finishing the matter and experience it.

Tu Junfang felt a little regretful in his heart. He was still very curious as to why Tang Muzhi's three corpses were not drawn out. Maybe they were suppressed temporarily, but would be released after a fight.

The three of them rushed towards the temple. The elephant girl saw Tang Muzhi coming and barked excitedly.

"Let me untie it. I haven't seen a small dog in this place before." Tu Junfang is a friend of animals. He stretched out his hand to untie the dog.

"Wait." Tang Muzhi first observed with his naked eyes and confirmed that there was no abnormality in the life magnetic field of the elephant girl, and then let go of it.

The Gu Master's methods were ever-changing, and Tang Muzhi had to be on guard. He estimated that the hallucinogenic poisonous rain falling from the sky was inseparable from this group of Gu Masters.

"These voodoos are probably raised in voodoo cups..." Tang Muzhi thought about it. The voodoo cups are sacred objects in Qinghe Village and are used to assist in refining voodoos. Perhaps the enemy used the voodoo cups to refine various strange voodoo insects. to deal with them.After confirming that it was correct, Tu Junfang let go of the elephant girl, kept stroking its dog's head, and asked: "You go through life and death with a dog?"

Tang Muzhi shook his head in amusement, "This belongs to one of my companions. She is a beast master."

After feasting on the roasted rabbit head, Elephant Girl barked at the temple door and refused to go in no matter what.

At this time, Tang Mu and the others had just opened the temple door, and there was a musty smell in the temple. It is not accurate to say this. It was probably a special smell that only existed in the ancestral hall and Yi Zhuang, and the source was unknown.

The outer wall of the ancient temple is made of gray cement bricks. It must be a newly built temple, but perhaps because the air here is humid and often accompanied by heavy rain, the gray outer wall has become dilapidated. The three of them took advantage of the fine night to If you look closely, you will find that some of the walls have words engraved on them!
"Bing House set up a banquet next to Qijia's tent and faced Yingsi, played drums, played the sheng, ascended the steps, received the Bian and turned the doubtful star - this seems to be the "Thousand Character Essay"?" Tang Muzhi said strangely.

"Thousand Character Essay" is a rhyme compiled by a person named Zhou Xingsi during the Southern and Northern Dynasties. It has exactly one thousand characters and is one of the three major reading materials of traditional elementary school.

The passage just now - the opening next to Bing's house, the couplet opposite to A's account.A banquet was set up, with drums, harps and sheng played.Upgraded to accept the emperor, turned into a star of doubt.It is a sentence describing the grandeur of the palace and the officials exchanging cups and cups. It is very strange to see these words on the border of Myanmar.

"There are also words here." Tu Junfang gestured to the two of them. These handwritings were all written by the same person. The seal carvings are not so beautiful, but they are very clear and deeply carved. There are also traces of smoke around them. .

"Ananda, human life is rare. Faith, respect and respect among the Three Jewels are also rare. It is even more difficult to hear the name of the World-Honored Medicine Master Lazuli Light Tathagata. Ananda, that Medicine Master Lazuli Light Tathagata has countless bodhisattva practices. Countless skillful methods. Countless great wishes. . If I can preach it widely after a calamity is over..." Tang Muzhi recalled carefully for a while and said firmly: "This is the Medicine Master Sutra again, a classic that praises the Medicine Buddha."

Subsequently, the three of them found a lot of words on the wall. The content of these words was complex and came from many sources. In addition to traditional articles such as Buddhist scriptures and Taoist canons, there were also fragments of novels by Xiangjiang writers, etc. It seemed that they were carved by someone's hand. It has no real meaning.

"Waste of time." Tu Junfang said dissatisfied.

Most of the texts here are familiar to Tang Muzhi and Ding Zhangan, but as a disciple from a traditional Taoist sect, he has not even read "Qinghe Nei Zhuan" except for his ancestor Zhang Junfang's "Yunji Seven Signs" and other works by heart. Not to mention those partial Buddhist scriptures; as for Tang Muzhi and Ding Shanan, an assassin and a martial arts idiot, these two people covered a wide range of topics and could cite the source of everything.

"The coverage is quite extensive, but the writing is a bit ugly." Tang Muzhi complained ruthlessly.

When he has nothing to do in this life, he just writes and draws.He loves "thin gold body" when practicing calligraphy, and he especially loves painting horses when practicing painting. Last year, he tasted calligraphy and painting by many famous people at the Lu family, and his horizons have gained a bit over time.

"Let's go in." Ding Shian rubbed his eyes. It was really hard to see these things by moonlight or bright light.

Tang Muzhi pushed open the inner door. As expected, this temple was full of weirdness. There was no north-south layout, and there were no Buddha statues in the main hall. The surroundings were filled with colorful and blurry murals. Only one was slightly clearer, like The image of Mahakala has six arms and three eyes. The walls on all sides are covered with a thick layer of black dust, making it feel empty and deserted.

What's even more strange is that the entire hall is empty, but in the middle stands a large reddish-brown coffin, which is more than four meters high, with nothing engraved on it, just blocking the three people who opened the door. before.

The tiles on the roof of the temple were badly broken, and the raindrops outside split into two streams on the log beams, and poured on the top of the coffin. The paint on the large coffin seemed to have not dried yet, and there was a pool of red liquid on the ground, like Like new blood.

Thanks to the function of night vision, Tang Muzhi saw all this clearly. Ding Jianan and Tu Junfang did not notice the details, nor could they see the terrifying sight of the Mahakala mural hidden behind the coffin with eyes staring. .

As soon as he stepped on the mud floor of the main hall, Ding Zhangan realized something was wrong. He dug his gloves on the wet mud floor in front of the big coffin for a while. After a while, a solid stone brick was exposed, and it made a crisp sound when tapped lightly. The sound - there really is a secret room down here, it's hollow!
"Do you want to open the coffin and take a look?" Tu Junfang asked.

"Let's take a look." Tang Muzhi covered his nose. He knew where the "musty smell" here came from.

Tu Junfang held the side of the coffin with one hand, put his right foot under the coffin, and exerted force with his hands and feet at the same time. He then lowered the red lacquered coffin at an angle!

boom!
The back coffin board hit the wall with the mural of "Dahkala" hard, making a loud noise. The lower half of the mural was completely blocked, and the weak moonlight came in, and the glaring figure of "Dahkala" The black face was revealed, and the whole layout looked like the coffin was supported by the burly Mahakala, which was very strange.If ordinary people saw such a scene in the middle of the night, they would be scared to death.

When the coffin fell backwards, the red water below almost splashed onto Tang Muzhi, who was standing outside the hall watching.

Due to Tu Junfang's violent operation, the four-meter-long nanmu coffin was a little overwhelmed, and the reddish-brown roof slid down!

Tang Muzhi saw that Ding Ji'an had made mudra with his hands at some point - the ten fingers of his hands were clasped together, and the index fingers were connected together to form a single diamond seal; he also said plausibly: "Flying flowers and falling leaves, open-minded as if like a valley! All kinds of worries , just put your mind to it! Then you will raise your brows, and the spiritual platform will be quiet! No worries, no attachments! Clear your mind and release your mind, no soul! The water will flow calmly, and the clouds will be careless! With one mind without unnecessary things, you will be free from the past and the present! "

"'Lin' handprint? Is this also a spell?" At times like this, Tang Muzhi often did not pay attention to things like opening and closing the coffin, but liked to observe the reactions of other people in this situation. Sure enough, Ding Shian showed another Something else came out.

Baopuzi said: "Those who are facing a battle should all march forward in formation. Every nine characters should always be used as a secret blessing, and they should be guarded against everything. This is what it means to be on the right path and not be troubled."

Ding Shi'an used the word "lin" in the formula. Tang Muzhi didn't know its specific function, but according to "Baopuzi Neipian", this thing can ward off evil spirits. It is very suitable for use now.

Then Tang Muzhi glanced into the coffin. Ma Weijie was looking at them with blood-red eyes. The contrast with the eyes of Mahakala above made the surrounding wind feel much colder.

(End of this chapter)