Beginning as a Tantric Academy Monk

Chapter 122 Wolf, Man, Werewolf
He threw the stone with all his strength. Except that this stone was not the stone with the secret spell engraved on it. This stone was just a stone that Lu Feng picked up casually. There were even snowballs that he picked up casually. These weapons were very delicate. He hit each wolf on the head and smashed it to pieces.

Zahulangnuo Mountain, Qianfeng and Lufeng were also awake. While shaking the prayer wheel, he often went to the tent to look at the faces of the sleeping people and see whether they were sleeping soundly. As for the wolves, Lu Feng had not recited the "Wolf Exorcism Curse". Everyone was sleeping. Lu Feng had no intention of waking them up. He walked through the tent to see if they had any nightmares.

Seeing that they didn't have nightmares, Lu Feng felt happy and his mind was bright, like golden light falling from the sky. The more Lu Feng walked like this, the more joy he felt. It was a different kind of great joy in the state of mind, and the lotus petals became more and more joyful. The lower it goes down, the stronger the compassion radiating from Lu Feng's feet becomes.

Covering everyone's bodies, as for the wolves that rushed in from outside, there were already several corpses. Lu Feng used the six-character Great Ming Mantra to "circle the mountain" clockwise around this place to pray for blessings. The wolves dared to come over at first, but At the back, every footprint under Lu Feng's feet looked like a lotus.

The wolves didn't dare to come over either, maybe because Baima had passed by.

In the middle of the night, clouds covered the moon and snow fell.

At first it was still a fine drizzle of snow, but in the second half of the night, it turned into heavy snow. In the heavy snow, the wind decreased a lot and became warmer. But Lu Feng knew that when the snow started to melt, it would be It is a harsh hell, "Hell that is as cracked as a red lotus".

Lu Feng said, how can this hell stop at the Vajra Hell?

The more he walked, the more he understood. The more he walked, the brighter and brighter he became. The more he walked, the more energetic he became. The six-character Great Ming Mantra seemed to turn into golden lotus flowers at his feet. Lu Feng looked at the time and brewed butter tea. , smelling the smell of butter tea rising from the pot.

Butter tea must be drunk hot. When the heat is relieved, the butter and tea in butter tea are mixed together. Pour it into a bowl, and then you have butter and tea. It tastes hot, comfortable and appropriate. Lu Feng used to drink it. When other sutra-study monks became sixth-level monks, they also sat below and drank butter tea.

At that time, he had no status and could only sit at the bottom. Lu Feng once said with a smile, “When I was [-] years old, at the dance at my alma mater, I stood like a follower.

At that time, I swore with tears that you must see me." Why?
Zhiyin butter tea fell down from top to bottom. The monk at the top drank butter tea with more butter than tea. A large bowl was filled with butter. He cherished it very much. But as a monk, in the end, he came to his Inside the bowl.

Naturally, there is no ghee.

Just tea, light tea, or cold tea, there is nothing to say about the taste, but so what?Even so, Lu Feng still goes there every time. He doesn't have to pay for it himself, and he still gets copper coins. It's a "giving"!For Lu Feng at that time, it was a rare and good day.

In addition to such good days, there are also some big Dharma gatherings where the nobles and chieftains nearby give alms to the monks in the temple, so that he can get some food and alms. At that time, where are the choices? Now, Lu Feng has spent more than ten years, but he never thought that he would become the person distributing butter tea.

Therefore, butter tea must be hot and fragrant. Otherwise, if the butter tea reaches your mouth, the butter and tea will be separated. Lu Feng looked calmly into the distance. Baima was already at the mouth of the canyon, far away. The howling of wolves came with the wind. Listening to the sounds one after another, you should be able to count them with both hands. It was this sound of howling that made Lu Feng wake up from his hard training.

Lu Feng changed his method of ascetic cultivation. He used a three-branch vajra to find a stone, carved the six-character Great Ming Mantra on it, and piled it into a pile of mani. He piled the mani here, and the windless horse flag , Lu Feng did not look for the wind horse flag, he started to turn, he taught Baima the wolf exorcism spell, but now it seems that the wolf exorcism spell is not very powerful in Baima's hands, it is not as powerful as Baima sucking the last breath of these wolves .

It's better to subdue these monster wolves with great courage.

Monk Zhiyuan did not fall asleep. He was also chanting sutras and had something to say to Master Yongzhen. However, when he saw Lu Feng "turning around the mountain", he remained silent and waited for Master to finish. It's almost dawn.

Lu Feng stood up, and Baima also came back from a distance. He said that there were a lot of wild wolves last night and wanted to besiege this place, but as long as Baima was there, these wolves were unable to come - until they saw those who were being attacked. Baima was so ashamed of the wild wolf that Lu Feng killed that he wanted to cut off his own ears to show that he could not hear the wolf passing behind him, but Lu Feng stopped him.

He called Monk Zhiyuan over and said, "Master Zhiyuan, it's snowing heavily today, and I think it will clear up soon. By then, I'm afraid it will be unbearably cold here.

The tents here are not safe, Sunrise Temple was burned down, and there is no place to stay.Although I have spoken, this place is Sunrise Temple because of me, and I am the abbot of Sunrise Temple. However, I can endure the bitter cold here, but you cannot.

But there are no masons here.I am not one who knows how to build watchtowers, so I will go to the bottom of the mountain to take a look. You must guard this place well. "

Monk Zhiyuan said: "Master, please rest assured, master, if I am here, then this place is here."

Lu Feng clasped his hands together and still left all six of his magic weapons to Monk Zhiyuan. Every time he took a step, the lotus petals under his chakras trembled, and fell down even if they were just a hair away. With such a slight difference, Lu Feng was not in a hurry and just wanted to go down the mountain to find the craftsman.

Stonemasons are talents who can be used to build watchtowers. Not all stonemasons, silversmiths, carpenters and other crafts are free people. Most of them are slaves and are the property of their masters. When they meet a benevolent master, they will They lived much better than the other serfs.

After all, the master also needs them to do things for him.

A monk plus a carpenter, a leader plus a carpenter, with such an identity and profession, it is possible that he is not a slave, but a free person. The number of free people in the esoteric realm is really too small.In the upper monastery, there are many monks who can paint, be masons, or carpenters. They have a certain craft and their lives are relatively prosperous. Even if they are working for food, sometimes their turn is not available. , this craft can still be passed down, and it can be regarded as a "dharma lineage".

"We have to wait here for three to five years, Zhiyuan, Zhiyuan, I thought about it for half a day yesterday, why it takes three to five years, I understand, Zhiyuan, do you understand?"

Lu Feng spoke in words, and Monk Zhiyuan said: "Master, I may have understood a little bit."

Lu Feng said: "That's all written on your feet?"

Monk Zhiyuan said: "Okay!"

Both of them wrote a word on the ground in unison.

"Nirvana".

Who passed away?

Zhi Neng is the person who presided over the death of the Venerable,
After the two of them finished reading, they wiped the words on the ground with their feet. They both heard some information from the number of three to five years. Lu Feng was thinking about it every moment when he was not practicing. , because he felt that if he had the blessing of the ancient scroll, but he was unable to mobilize the blessing of the ancient scroll, it would be a waste.

In the realm of Tantric Dharma, to waste such a hard-earned blessing is to waste the remaining shadow of the Bodhisattva. It is unforgivable. Now that he recalled what Master Mingli said when he left, he always figured out a certain flavor. , "Three to five years, three to five years, guru, guru, what are the three to five years that you are talking about?"

Is it the three to five years when hosting is almost gone?If it were three to five years without the presiding officer, Lu Feng could not imagine how he would go back, but Elder Mingli was in retreat. The only thing Lu Feng could think of was that Elder Mingli had become a big tree in the temple, and he also You can protect yourself.

If this were not the case, Lu Feng would have no backer. There should be many people in the temple who want him, and there would even be many who do not want him. He would have to ask Elder Mingli, who was in charge of the venerable lineage, to come from the temple. Just disappear, Lu Feng has plenty of people to take care of him.

Therefore, Lu Feng knew very well that relying on mountains and mountains depends on everyone. He could count on his "original guru", Elder Mingli, but he had no choice but to always believe in his "original guru". He should believe in himself.

"In three to five years, you have to use your resources to grow into a big tree. You have to take the fifth-level exam, and you have to go to the temple, Yongzhen, Yongzhen."

Lu Feng said to himself, Zhiyuan Monk just pretended that he was completely unaware and didn't notice anything.

He asked Baima to stay here, and he went out with Monk Zhiyun's magic weapon. However, before leaving, Lu Feng called Zhiyuan, Cuosuo, and several attendant monks together, saying that they were the attendant monks. , in fact, these monks did not act as followers. On the contrary, Lu Feng asked monk Zhiyuan to teach them some scriptures. However, they had never followed Lu Feng, but it was not that they did not work. At least they knew two words and had been educated twice. The study of heaven and the knowledge of writing and hyphenation should be of great use here.

Lu Feng looked at them, pointed to the tsampa and butter tea in the distance and said: "I will go down the mountain to find a few more. Today you also go to search this place clean and carefully search for any way up the mountain. One thing you must remember is that everyone has a share of tsampa today, and the same goes for butter tea.

It’s just that those with more physical work should drink first, and those with less physical work must drink more. Everyone must have a bowl, and there must be ghee in the bowl. If there is no ghee, I will whip you!

If there is nothing left, boil another pot. There is no need to not give butter tea to others because there is less work. You have to keep a close eye on it. Don’t let anyone freeze to death. You all followed me here. There are already people folding there at the foot of the mountain, so there is no need to ask people to fold here again.

While the weather was still clear, I searched all over this place. I also went to find two stonemasons to build a watchtower here.

A Sunrise Temple was built. "

Everyone bowed to their master and said they would abide by his instructions. Lu Feng said that it might take a little longer for him to go down the mountain this time, and he would have to walk in three shifts at night. Now it seems that Zahu Langnuo Mountain is at least safe for now. There is no big danger. Mother Li Guigui has not left the mountains, nor has she gone to the dragon's territory. There should be nothing wrong here.

Lu Feng was always a little uneasy about suppressing a "head" thing here. When Lu Feng went down the mountain, he saw that the sky was about to clear up. Lu Feng frowned. The window period of this day was a bit too long. It had reached Lu Feng felt a little strange. He only thought of the "witchcraft" sacrifices at the foot of the mountain. Lu Feng was speechless. He was wondering if it was because of the sacrifices held at the foot of the mountain.

He was constantly thinking in his mind, translating the three books on rhythm he had seen, and carried out the translation activity somewhat unfamiliarly. He copied the words he learned from the "Dragon Scripture" in those books first, and then met them. If you can understand, understand first; if you don’t understand, let go first.

Walking all the way down to the mountain, I offered tsampa to the monk. The eminent monk's spirit also said to Lu Feng: "You should offer offerings to me, you should offer offerings to me."

Lu Feng didn't talk to him this time.

What do you mean?There is nothing to say. I waited until when he built the Sunrise Temple and just spoke to him. Just like that, after coming down the mountain, I saw the traces of the sacrifices left by the "Witch Cult" nobles under the mountain at the lake. There is also a bamboo pole on the side, and on top of it are fresh intestines, internal organs, and skin. Even though a lot of time has passed, they are still steaming there.

Not affected by cold air.

There was even white smoke. Lu Feng stared at this place from a distance for a while, then he determined the direction and found the direction of the river. He walked in that direction. Lu Feng walked very fast, but when he went down the mountain and found the place, Lu Feng also spent most of the day. It was almost evening before he saw the farm. Looking at the farm from a distance, Lu Feng also felt that this place was a "blessed" land.

It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there are no military disasters around. Lu Feng is not sure whether the disaster has arrived here. He walked towards this place, and soon entered the farm. Only the serfs in the farm saw it. Such a monk was frightened. When Lu Feng met their lord, during the conversation, Lu Feng asked that the master here was "Master Luo Ren". In the early years, the "Master Luo Ren" family had produced great monks. These serfs were known as "Master Luo Ren". I have seen many great monks want to kneel down and ask the monk master to stand on his back.

After being rejected by Lu Feng, when he walked to Master Luo Ren's house, Lu Feng looked at the stone wall of Master Luo Ren's house and said between words: "Master Luo Ren's house also has masons?"

"Yes, yes."

The serf who brought him here only said yes, yes, and nothing else. Lu Feng could see that he was also very frightened when facing him. Lu Feng said: "Follow me, It’s getting dark, so I’ll take you back at night.”

The serf was so frightened that he stuck out his tongue and said, "I don't dare. I don't dare to ask the master to send me back."

Lu Feng said: "I am the master, and whatever I say is what I say. By the way, what is the name of the stonemason in this village?"

As he spoke, he knocked on the door.

door.

Opened on his own.

Lu Feng took a look inside and saw a person walking over in an extremely strange way. Lu Feng looked at this person's actions with no expression on his face.

The person I just looked at seemed to have just tamed his limbs, and he didn't look very smart when he moved around.

Lu Feng looked at the serf and said, "Do you recognize this person?"

The serf looked at the man and shouted: "Dorje, Dorje."

Lu Feng said: "Another Dorje."

He led the serf forward, and "Duoji" had a smile on his face. He opened his mouth and was about to speak. Lu Feng asked in a stern voice: "Duoji, what is your position? What kind of job are you here? Come here." , how many 'people' do you have?"

(End of this chapter)