Beginning as a Tantric Academy Monk

Chapter 48 Disturbing Information

When Lu Feng woke up, monks had already lit bonfires and set up fire pits and copper furnaces to increase the heat in the night and prevent those who were caught in the rain from freezing to death in the long cold night.

Lu Feng's butter lamp slowly emitted light, illuminating the room.

Whether it was Zamaru, Vajra Bell, or Dharma Conch, they all emitted a slight sound, protecting and blessing Lu Feng.

On his Kabala rosary, every word exudes a faint rhyme of compassion, and no trace of the rhyme remains on Lu Feng.

There are people making butter tea in the kitchen next to it, and the smell of medicinal soup can be heard from not far away. Several attendant monks in yellow are throwing medicinal materials into a pot to cook. They are all powerful tiger and wolf medicine. The smell is Very choking.

Those medical monks prescribe medicine in this way. This reminded Lu Feng of a story he heard before.

This is the origin of the so-called Mongolian doctor.

The title Mongolian doctor is associated with quackery. It is said that it came from the imperial city of the Qing Dynasty. It is said that Mongolian doctor is a quack doctor with second-rate medical skills. He is not good at studying and cannot cure diseases.

This is because the people in the imperial city of the Qing Dynasty at that time misunderstood the Mongolian doctors. The Mongolian doctors themselves were very good at treating bruises and injuries. They not only looked at people, but also looked at horses with superb skills.Not to mention that they are treating people on the grassland, and it is impossible to treat people every day. Therefore, Mongolian doctors usually give strong medicine to people in order to achieve immediate results.

As for what will happen next, they are just some sequelae at most. Compared with life and death, the sequelae are nothing but trivial matters. Later, the Mongolian doctors came to the imperial city to treat the residents. These residents did not have horses or sheep, and they could not run away. The Mongolian doctors still used the old prescriptions to treat diseases, and some of the methods were a bit extreme. As a result, some people couldn't stand the properties of the medicine, so the name Mongolian doctors spread, saying that the Mongolian doctors were quacks.

The same is true in the Tantric realm.

I want to live first, then ask for other things. I took this patch of medicine today. If I can survive, it is the blessing of my guru. If I cannot survive, it is my destiny. I have no chance to force it. This is how those medical monks treat diseases and save people. No one feels uncomfortable. Appropriate.

Lu Feng could stand up without struggling. He felt that his whole body was still full of energy and had endless strength. This was the benefit of perfecting his divine power.

He sat down cross-legged in high spirits and saw that the monk's robes on Elder Mingli's body were not wet. Lu Feng confessed to his master that he had not protected the scriptures he had given him and that he had not protected the Buddha's treasure. He asked his master to punish him.

Elder Mingli sat cross-legged and had no intention of blaming him. He said that these had nothing to do with Lu Feng.

Lu Feng saw that they were on the second floor of the watchtower. He didn't know where the watchtower was or how long it had passed, but he thought it hadn't been too long. Surrounding the master, there should be the Zhiyuan monk holding a The writing brush keeps recording something, while someone is simmering mulberry trees and hanging prayer flags.

The guide monk also stuffed some medicinal materials and some unknown oil into the incense burner in front of him.

Use the mulberry flame to light this thing and quickly cover the incense burner lid!
The smoke exhaled from the incense burner is the messenger of communication between man and God. Some shamans are extremely dependent on this thing, inhaling it into their abdominal cavity, and guide the monks to start divination.

Lu Feng moved his eyes away from the guide monk who was making fortune-telling, and looked at Monk Zhiyuan again. Monk Zhiyuan held the brush very well. The paper on which he wrote the scriptures was the same as the paper Lu Feng saw on which he read the secrets. , exactly the same!
Beside him, there were several attendant monks proofreading for him, and everyone seemed very busy. Elder Mingli said that since Yongzhen woke up, he would distribute the medicinal soup, count the number of people, and take Zhawa and others with him. Go take a look around.

Lu Feng bowed three times before going down from the watchtower.

Someone was chanting sutras upstairs, and the sound was high and low. The deep voice made it difficult for people to remember which senior brother it was.

When going down from the watchtower, Lu Feng saw a group of people kneeling in front of the watchtower. It was Zawa who was waiting for him to pray in front of the Sunrise Temple. These people were all kneeling on the ground at the moment. They had been kneeling for who knows how long, constantly praying for him. , reciting the "Six-Character Great Ming Mantra" in his mouth.

Lu Feng's clothes were dry after all, and their clothes were all stuck to his body. At this moment, his cold lips were white and trembling. It looked like he might freeze to death here at any time. The night in the Secret Law Realm is no joke.

"Get up."

Lu Feng said, he lit a bonfire in the yard and asked Zhawa and others to gather around the bonfire. Those people knelt down again and thanked the Bodhisattva for bringing back the guru. Lu Feng also clasped his hands slightly and waited for the boiling medicine upstairs. When they got the soup, they were asked to drink the medicinal soup and asked where it was.Zhawa said that this was the abandoned Wula Station. Lu Feng looked out and saw that this was a very common secret law building in the North. The first was the watchtower behind him. It was a three-story watchtower with very steep stairs and small windows. In the past, It should also be painted, but no one has painted it in recent years, and the original color can no longer be seen clearly.

Lu Feng asked them to dry his clothes first, while he took the medicine monk, the barrel containing the potion, and the horse spoon, and walked around here, asking everyone who survived to drink it. This strong medicine.

This Wula station is not small. At least Lu Feng saw an abandoned stable behind the watchtower. The rescued packhorse was also inside at the moment. Lu Feng counted it and found that there was not much missing.

However, there were a lot fewer acolytes, but it was much better than Lu Feng imagined that the whole army would be wiped out. It can even be said cruelly. There were not many fewer people. Turning around from here, he saw the entrance to an underground warehouse, and opened it. After taking a look, I found that it was clean and empty of anything.

Walking along the front again, we came to the watchtower and saw the gate.

The gate had long been rotten and rotten, as was the small door of the watchtower. After Lu Feng circled it with a mantra, he asked what happened next.

Zhawa said that Bodhisattva blessed her, and it was the guru who diverted the "dakini" behind. The "dakini" chased the guru and soon disappeared.

Nor what happened to those who stayed behind.

As for those who turned into "cunning chabas", they were naturally surrendered by the master who stayed behind and disappeared without a trace.

When Lu Feng heard this, he nodded slightly and prayed for everyone.

In fact, I also had a disturbing suspicion in my mind.

He thought it was a celestial phenomenon - but after Elder Mingli took him away, the last celestial phenomenon that Elder Mingli had to take seriously also left with them.

It sounded like this matter was less like an accident and more like it was coming to him or Elder Mingli.

Moreover, Lu Feng knew very well that what Monk Zhiyuan was writing must be a secret text, which was to write down everything he saw and heard today on the scroll and pass it down.

So here comes the question, when we encounter this situation today, is Elder Mingli’s face greater, or his face?
Lu Feng didn't know.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from outside, and it was clear and melodious.

Lu Feng stood up and saw a figure hiding between light and darkness. The mud-filled cowhide boots under his feet were exposed in the firelight, revealing the imprint of the endless White Pagoda Temple.

Lu Feng lowered his head.

These cowhide boots are exactly the same as the cowhide boots he is wearing now.

Who is outside the door?

Lu Feng immediately thought of Monk Zhiquan, who was separated from them and came to explore the road in the storm ahead.

Is he here?

(End of this chapter)