Chapter 38 The Divine Witch
“There is no emptiness in itself, and the Ruru is immovable, Om Mani, Paimi Hum.”
Lu Feng didn’t say anything, he just kept chanting the mantra. Be diligent and try to imagine yourself as a "○". Everything around you does not exist and is all false.
Only he is real. This is the "impassionate mind" he has realized. As for whether this "unmotivated mind" is right or not, Lu Feng doesn't know. When he was a Buddhist monk, he didn't have it either. The great monk in red is willing to communicate with him about "not being tempted".
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 targeted Lu Feng in front of him and the acolyte next to him, knowing full well that The great monk, just when the big hand with the bell appeared from the ground, he knew that the great monk picked up his iron rod.
Knocked on the ground, knocking off all the big hands on the ground, then stood up again and walked towards "King Mingzhu" with a normal expression.
He knew that at this moment he had to appease King Mingzhu with tribute, 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 difficult substances in it. Smell the liquid and keep making offerings.
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 girl and the young man are beating gongs and drums to welcome you."
"Dear King Mingzhu, the butter tea in the herdsman's pot, as well as the yaks and sheep, are all yours."< br>
“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, have obtained Happy life.”
“Dear Lord Mingzhu, because of your anger, those obstacles and demons that have obstacles to the Buddha are trembling in your anger. Dear Lord Mingzhu, yes. You have protected our Endless White Pagoda Temple.”
“Dear King 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 up offerings in their hands, which were drinks that were beneficial to King Mingzhu, gems that were beneficial to King Mingzhu, and scriptures that were 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 "clap" sounds to appease King Mingli. King.
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, he knew that the monk in the elder's hands would The drink in the bowl reflected the terrifying face of Elder Mingli inside.
Knowing that the elder was not surprised at all, he looked at his Gabala bowl, which was inlaid with turquoise and emeralds and preserved with gilt craftsmanship. All the drinks had turned into white water. Stirring the white water with his hands, he flicked the white water onto Elder Mingli and recited a secret mantra.
Lu Feng has never heard what secret mantra he recited, so he cannot 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?"< br>
Elder Mingzhi said: "I have a vague idea, but I can't determine what it is, and I can't use the 'duo' to worship and curse it.
So I have nothing to do.
< br>Junior Brother Mingli, this matter is your business, so I won’t get involved.
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 don't have to be so different from me, brother, you and I are one. No matter when and where, as long as you don't forget this matter. "After finishing speaking, Elder Mingzhi left with his attendant monk, leaving behind Elder Mingli and Lu Feng. Lu Feng also woke up at this moment, and he looked at his hands.
On his hands, the thangka disappeared.
Nothing is missing.
Elder Mingli watched this scene, especially Lu Feng’s expression. He summoned his acolyte and said something to him. The acolyte hurried out, and he said to Lu Feng : "Get ready, we may have to go out from 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 things from relatively ancient times. There are no detailed records of these things in the temple
So there are some things that you need to ask some manor owners. ”
Lu Feng put his hands together, thanked and praised the master.
Elder Mingli asked a monk in yellow to sit in the watchtower to take over Lu Feng’s work, and he had such a status as him People who leave the temple have something to explain, and this information cannot be kept secret.
This information will soon be passed on to other people's ears and become known. br>Elder Mingfa sat quietly on his futon, silently chanting mantras. 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 eyes, as if everything was under his control.
It wasn’t until the greetings were over and Elder Mingchu left that Elder Mingfa raised his eyelids slightly.
"Yongzhen Monk, the presiding venerable, Mingli Monk."
He sneered, his eyes seemed to pierce through the wall of the hall, looking at the abandoned hall in the back mountain, what happened this morning The news 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 lineage."
After he finished speaking, his hall was clearly empty. There was only one person, but someone was still talking to Elder Mingfa: "You must be careful."
Elder Mingfa said: "This is not necessary."
After Elder Mingfa finished speaking, he He added: "When I surrender to you, it will be the time when my Dharma has made great progress. At that time, you must go to Zhaju Temple with me to improve my Dharma.
At that time, the presiding venerable will pass 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)