Beginning as a Tantric Academy Monk

Chapter 38 God and Witch
"There is no emptiness in itself, such as it is, motionless, Om Mani, Paimi Hum."

Lu Feng didn't say anything. He just kept reciting the mantra and tried hard to imagine himself as an "○". Everything around him did not exist and was all false.

Only he is real, and this is the "impassionate mind" he has realized. As for whether this "impassionate mind" is right or not, Lu Feng doesn't know. When he was a Buddhist monk, there was no big monk in red who was willing to work with him. He communicates "not moving".

It was also his first time to be a red monk.

Therefore, many foreign objects turned into an origin and landed on Lu Feng's lotus platform, and all the foreign objects disappeared.

In this silent tower, only the Wrathful Lord of King Mingzhu remained. The heretics who needed to be surrendered disappeared. The Wrathful Lord aimed at Lu Feng in front of him and the attendant monk next to him. He knew that the great monk was just... When the big hand with the bell appeared from the ground, the great monk Mingzhi picked up his iron rod.

Knocking on the ground, knocking off all the big hands on the ground, he stood up again and walked towards "King Mingzhu" with a normal expression.

He knew that he had to appease the King of Mingzhu with tribute at this moment, so he placed a piece of white silk around Elder Mingli's neck. Elder Mingzhi took out a Gabala bowl and put spices and some turbid and unpleasant liquid in it, constantly Make an offering.

Trying to appease the anger of King Mingzhu.

He stood in front of "King Mingzhu" and continued to dedicate: "Dear King Mingzhu, the wind on the snow-capped mountains is blowing moving music, like the sweet snow water on the snow-capped mountains to extinguish your anger, those kind-hearted people The little girls and boys are beating gongs and drums to welcome you."

"Dear Lord Mingzhu, the butter tea in the herdsman's pot, as well as the yaks and sheep, are all your property."

"Dear King Mingzhu, the bells of the temple are your favorite music, and the wind blowing through Donggu is your favorite season. We monks, under your blessing, can live a happy life."

"Dear Lord Mingzhu, because of your anger, those demons who have obstacles to the Buddha are trembling in your anger. Dear King Mingzhu, it is you who protect our Endless White Pagoda Temple."

"Dear Lord Mingzhu, your reputation is like the bravest Duoduo riding a fierce horse, spreading your reputation along those roads..."

A cadence of praise came from the mouth of Elder Mingzhi. The attendant monks held offerings in their hands, including drinks beneficial to King Mingzhu, gems beneficial to King Mingzhu, and scriptures beneficial to King Mingzhu. There are also magic weapons useful to King Mingzhu, singing and dancing around him.

An attendant monk of Elder Mingli also performed a celebratory dance that made King Mingli happy, stamped his feet on the ground with great force, and kept making loud "clapping" sounds to appease King Mingli.

Lu Feng couldn't see anything, so he never thought that the attendant monk next to an eminent monk could have so many functions. After all these dances and offerings were over, the drink in the Gabala bowl in the hands of the elder Mingzhi reflected the The terrifying face of Elder Mingli came out.

Knowing that the elder was not surprised at all by this, he looked at his Gabala bowl inlaid with turquoise and emeralds and preserved with gilt craftsmanship. All the drinks had turned into white water. He stirred the white water with one hand and poured it into the bowl. The white water bounced onto Elder Mingli and he recited a secret mantra.

Lu Feng had never heard what secret mantra he was reciting, so he could not know which deity the elder Mingzhi took refuge in.

But under such constant comfort, Elder Mingli returned to normal. His whole "person" suddenly shrank back, his head was dripping with sweat, and he took two steps back. Immediately, an attendant monk stepped forward and helped the master. Live and wipe the sweat of your master.

Elder Mingli trembled all over, shook away the attendant monk beside him, clasped his hands, saluted Elder Mingzhi and asked: "Brother Mingzhi, did you see what was in my hand just now?"

Elder Mingzhi said: "I have vaguely noticed it, but I can't be sure what it is, and I can't use the 'duo' to worship and curse it.

So there is nothing I can do.

Junior Brother Mingli, this matter is your business, so I will not interfere.

You have to deal with the rest on your own. "

Elder Mingli clasped his hands and said to Elder Mingzhi: "Thank you, senior brother."

Elder Mingzhi said meaningfully: "You and I, brothers, don't have to be so different. You and I are one. No matter when and where, as long as you don't forget this matter." After saying this, Elder Mingzhi took the His attendant monk left, leaving behind Elder Mingli and Lu Feng. Lu Feng also woke up at this moment, and he looked at his hands.

Above his hands, the thangka disappeared.

Nothing is gone.

Elder Mingli watched this scene, especially Lu Feng's expression, summoned his acolyte, and said something to him. The acolyte hurried out, and he said to Lu Feng: "Get ready. We may have to leave the temple."

Lu Feng asked: "Master, where are we going?"

Elder Mingli said: "Go from the northwest direction of the temple. It takes three days and two nights to reach the place with a pack horse."

Elder Mingli said: "What happened to you involves some events from relatively ancient times. The records of these events in the temple are not detailed.

So there are some things that you need to ask some manor owners. "

Lu Feng clasped his hands together, thanked and praised his master.

Elder Mingli asked a monk in yellow clothes to sit in the watchtower to take Lu Feng's place. People with his status had something to explain before leaving the temple, and this information could not be kept secret.

These messages will soon reach the ears of others and become known.

Elder Mingfa sat quietly on his futon and recited the mantra silently. Elder Mingchu was also beside him, and he drank a cup of butter tea.

The elder in the early Ming Dynasty found that he could not see through the great monk in front of him. He seemed to have truly cultivated and become a secret deity, like Mount Sumeru, eternal and motionless.

Even after hearing the news, he didn't even raise his eyelids, as if everything was under his control.

It wasn't until the greetings were completed and Elder Mingchu left that Elder Mingfa raised his eyelids slightly.

"The eternal true monk, the presiding venerable, the enlightened monk."

He sneered, and his eyes seemed to pierce through the wall of the hall, looking towards the abandoned hall in the back mountain. What happened this morning had spread throughout the temple, and he had known about it for a long time.

Thinking of the flames on the back mountain that night, Elder Mingfa said slowly: "It's just a broken Dharma vein."

After he finished speaking, there was no one in his hall, but there was still someone talking to Elder Mingfa: "You must be careful."

Elder Mingfa said: "This is no longer necessary."

After Elder Mingfa finished speaking, he added: "When I surrender to you, it will be the time when I will make great progress in Buddhism. At that time, you must go to Zhaju Temple with me to improve Buddhism.

At that time, the presiding venerable passed away. "

He closed his eyes and said slowly: "Even Monk Mingli is just a speck of dust blocking my path. When the wind in the wilderness blows, there is nothing but me.

Clean, no worries! "

(End of this chapter)