Beginning as a Tantric Academy Monk

Chapter 283: Lucky words of concern! (superior)

This time the wind brought more and more news, and the places in the temple where the wind could not pass were getting bigger and bigger.

The Sutra Master was calm and calm in his dealings. Only this time, he heard countless bloody stories in the sound of the wind and smelled the smell of blood that was about to cover the earth.

It was this time that the ceremony they performed for the enthronement ceremony of "Supreme Hutuktu" should see countless blood - this was what Feng told him, but it had nothing to do with him, even if they were enthroning The enthronement ceremony of the "Presiding Dharma King" of this temple requires an undercurrent, let alone the "Supreme Hutuktu" of the "Temple of the Origin of All Dharmas"?

It’s just what it should be!

It was impossible for him to get involved. He had always been a monk who kept aloof from the world. Here, the Sutra Master packed up his many affairs, arranged his monk's clothes, and walked out of the hall barefoot without anyone stopping him. Looking at him, although everyone is the one who asked the questions, they have made an oath and there is no way they will leak out all the questions. Moreover, the monk in red clothes does not live outside, he lives in the temple. "Monk Official".

His "original master" is now the Great Buddha of Sutras in the temple. He is the head and leading master of the Sutras courtyard. No one will make things difficult for such a Sutras monk.

The red-robed sutra master walked in the temple. He walked very carefully, neither looking nor listening too much, and he never went to a dark place without lights.

Even on the road, if someone called out his name, "Master Liao Qing," he would treat it as ignorant, deaf and dumb, and would not pay attention.

He just lowered his head and walked past the masters who were hiding in the darkness or standing in the light and calling his name. He was completely invisible. When the other masters saw him like this, they didn't say much. Everyone knew that this master, Ling Qing Sutra, looked like this.

It also illuminated Qing Jing Lun Monk's face, as well as his dull eyes and pursed mouth.

Along the way, Monk Liao Qingjing came to an alley without lights. Although it was extremely remote, there were not many people there.

Over time, no one took it seriously.

That short door is the mouth of this ancient human-headed corpse!

An ancient butter lamp was lit.

The entire small temple is extremely low and solemn, and I don’t know why. When ordinary people look at it, they feel uncomfortable and depressed, and feel as if they are overwhelmed by the main hall. Master Liao Qing walked in and sat down. In front of the only altar table in this hall.

"boom!"

For a sutra monk, for a red monk, for a "monk official" and a disciple of the Buddha, there should be no slightest contempt.

From the beginning to the end, the red-clothed Buddhist monk remained calm. At the end of the alley, there was a small temple. The door of this main hall is only big enough for one person to come in and out. There are hanging curtains everywhere. These curtains are not the same as the prayer flags and curtains that Lu Feng has seen. These "sutra curtains" look more like Hair - this hall is an ancient human head, and these sutra curtains are the hair of this ancient human head.

The sūtra guru's mouth was an unusual dark purple color and his eyebrows were thick.

It's one thing to not take it seriously. The next time you see your guru, you still have to call him.

A little spark appears.

"Stab!"

That's the rule.

Lowering his head, the monk in red clothes followed the open mouth and walked in. The entire temple was dark and had a "castor" smell.

He carefully picked up the silver fire starter hanging around his neck and lit the oil lamp in his hand!

in the dark.

The butter lamp in his palm gave off a faint yellow light and looked unremarkable.

But Monk Liao Qing Jing Lun, who had always been cautious, was never afraid of this place. The surrounding walls exuded an ancient smell brought by the years. Following this reassuring smell, Monk Liao Qingjing came to the place where he "lived".

Here, a large amount of wind poured in, and more and more of it filled his ears. Monk Lingqing Sutra listened intently, listening to the various sounds "chirping" in his ears, saying With all these behaviors, in front of him, on the altar table, there were no statues of gods, and there were no murals around him. In front of him, on the altar table, there was actually a "golden mask" enshrined !
Not only based on the craftsmanship of the current prairie, but also from the perspective of the skilled craftsmen of Tubo, Central Asia, Tang and Song Dynasties at their peak, this golden mask as thin as a cicada's wings can also be regarded as "ingenious"!
This is one of the masterpieces of the "Prairie Witch Cult".

Monk Liao Qing Jing looked at the alley in front of him. He walked along this path alone and walked in through the narrow alley that was impossible to turn around. I don’t know why this road is so scary. It looks very scary to others. I should meet him here. If attacked, there would be no chance of turning around and escaping.

This golden mask shows no joy, anger, sorrow or joy. It looks like the "gaze of the gods". The gods from above are using this object as "self", overlooking the world. More importantly, this The "mask of the gods" is hidden in the darkness. Under it, there are colorful robes and armor. But in addition to the colorful robes and armor, there is also a mirror as a magic weapon!
In this way, a "mask of the gods" seems to be alive.

Even the red-robed sutra monk couldn't tell whether there was really something supporting the "mask" in the robe and armor.

He dare not.

And on the offering table under this object is a stick.

No one else would believe it, but this stick is the most noble thing in this temple.

On the top of this object, there are traces of blood, which have long since dried up, showing a dirty black color.

This is also extremely rare.

There should be blood on it!

If there is blood, it is unlucky and unlucky!

This is why the old man asked Ganing Rendun Tashi whether he wanted to kill Yongzhen "at the sight of blood" or "kill without seeing blood"!
"Prairie Witch Cult" believes that human blood contains the most important things about people.

In those days, even if the princes touched the evil scales of those in power, those in power would still choose to kill without sight!

He was killed alive and showed no spirit.

In the view of the wizards of the "Prairie Witch Cult", the most vicious curse will be released through the opponent's blood, and the most important thing in the opponent's body will be dissipated between heaven and earth! Teach them that they can never rest.

And around this stick.

Then there are several "Weng Gong".

The "Weng Gong" made of wood has blood flowing from the inside out all the time.

The blood flows on the ground, but it does not pollute the ground.

All this blood was swallowed up by an invisible mouth.

Master Liaoqing turned out to be a "Lai Qing/Lai Qing" - a monk who studied "Prairie Witchcraft" on top of Buddhism. This kind of monk is called "Lai Qing". Among all things, this temple is like a gluttonous mouth, swallowing everything close to it.

No matter what "weird" things are, traces of them can be seen in the temple.

Master Liao Qing sat cross-legged in his seat, listening to the increasingly chaotic sounds of the wind. These winds suddenly chirped and told him that there were some extra "winds" in today's wind, which was very interesting. Hate.

The monk in red clothes is like a rock in the realm of esoteric Dharma, unmoving for thousands of years.

In the esoteric realm, wind and wind are not exactly the same. At least among them, Bodhisattva's "Wind Horse", "Wind God Tower Lonabha" and "Wind" are all called wind, but they are not things of wind.

Among them, the entire Tantric Dharma Domain, where there are monks, is the place where the Great Sun Tathagata shines and the Dharma covers it. All the winds are "Bodhisattva's wind horses" and "messengers of the Dharma".

"Wind God Tower Lonabao" is a god of witchcraft. He can be exiled, and he was exiled into the "no man's land" with "Master Hutuktu, the Master of Life".

And the wind that can deliver messages to the monk in red is the wind.

At least according to Qing Jing Lun Monk, this "wind" is an "elf", the earliest existence between heaven and earth.

'After other monks entered the temple, a different kind of wind came in. '

Monk Liao Qingjing closed the door of the temple and sat alone in the darkness.

Maybe it wasn't just the wind that came in, but something else wanted to come in and see what was in the temple where he was, but the "silent" charm wanted to penetrate outside the door, but it didn't stop Unfortunately, everything stopped before anyone could come in.

Even the wind stopped for a moment for some reason!

Then he started scraping even more violently!

The wind blew outside, bringing in a lot of bloody smell.

The most precious thing in the blood was swept in by the wind, and slowly fell on the mirror under the mask, repairing the "shattering" of the mirror itself.

Master Liao Qing calmly took a look at the mirror and saw countless "severe things" reflected in those mirrors!
Among them, there were even a few "severe ones" with very different expressions, but he wanted to look again. The "mask" suddenly lowered its head and looked directly at the monk in red.

The monk in red robes lowered his head and stopped looking.

However, the sound of wind came again in his ears. This time the wind told him that another monk was coming, but the strange thing was that this time the wind kept mentioning the monk from "Ganye Temple" The remnants.

This remnant is not the title that the red-robed sutra commentator placed on that guru.

He is not qualified to give the title of "remnant" to a monk with the lineage of "Kutuktu" throne.

The silence of the monk who commented on the Qing Sutra does not mean that he does not know some secrets. There are traces of the "Ganye Temple" left in Zhaju Temple.

This theory of remnants comes from the "witchcraft families" who entered the temple near the "dragon vent mountain pass" and the "big glacier".

The "witchcraft family" is the one who hates the "Ganye Temple" the most.

But for this reason, this red-clothed sutra commentator monk who "hears from all directions" really doesn't know!

Monk Liao Qing Jing closed his eyes. This time, something outside came to disturb him, but it could not affect him.

"Weng Gun's" blood is still flowing slowly. No matter what happens, it has nothing to do with him. He only needs to be careful about what may happen during the enthronement ceremony of "Supreme Hutuktu". All kinds of things!

The winds were still talking, and they told the monk in red that just now, more than one "Li Gui" had entered the temple.

The wind also brought news, coming from the "Danjur" and "Gangjur" halls. Neither of these two places has been completely built yet.

The presiding Dharma King gave the Dharma words, and in order to welcome his sutra master and his masters, he brought the "Lotus Cang" from the "Lotus Chin Dharma Temple" in the "Six Pagoda Snow Mountains", and established the temple in the temple. , built two main halls to commemorate.

But even in such a unique place, "Li Gui" unexpectedly stepped inside.

Feeling all these incredible things, Monk Liao Qingjing finally frowned.

If it goes too far against common sense, disaster is bound to happen!

He did not speak, but raised his head again and looked at the mask, hoping that the mask would give him some reminder!
This time, on top of the broken mirrors of the mask, it seemed that in the darkness, a large amount of flesh and blood gradually grew out, spreading out from the armor and robes, seeming to follow the invisible "spine" , forming the appearance of this complete "mask" - "mirror" - "armor".

From all kinds of "death", come back to "life" again.

A strange rhyme emanated from the darkness of the robe, but the strange thing was that the strange artifact that was "stained" with "killing at the sight of blood" just fell there, unmoved.

After the recovery of this "mask" reached a certain level, the darkness and flesh began to shrink.

No more reaction.

Seeing this scene, the monk in red could not help but feel a flash of disappointment.

There was finally a flaw in his calm expression.

'Still unable to do it? '

'There will be thunder but no rain. '

"There is something serious in the temple. Why, why, it still can't be revived?" '

The monks who commented on the Qing Jing could not understand the mystery.

So he could only wait.

Fortunately, as the master of the "fourth level", he is neither a "reincarnated Buddha" nor a "Hubilhan". He can wait here for a long time.

But the sand of the Ganges disappears in an instant.

Thinking of this, monk Liao Qing Jing picked up the scriptures around him and began to "confess" devoutly in the darkness. He sat alone in the darkness and disappeared into the darkness, as if he was a part of the darkness. member.

Lu Feng also did the same thing, but at this moment, Lu Feng walked out of the darkness. He looked at the door of the monastery that had opened at some point with clear eyes, but did not speak.

He just walked out of the monastery, and just now, in his last "phantom", he saw a lion.

It was watching him from outside, waiting for him to finish practicing!
Lu Feng originally had no intention of paying attention to this, but now it was different. He knew that he had come out of this "illusion", and his "Human Skin Ancient Scroll" had no intention of continuing to bless him. Therefore, Lu Feng could see that it was not a lie. This might be the guidance of the real "Treasure King". When Lu Feng thought of this, although he had no regrets, he still remembered - those were three treasures. Lu Feng could see one. Two, but the third one was not seen.

Zhiwu didn't know where the third one had gone.

Lu Feng walked out of the monastery and looked at the dark alley outside, knowing that he had arrived at the place he was guided to.

All he has to do now is watch.

Look at the Bodhisattva, what do you want him to see and understand?
(End of this chapter)