Chapter 118 Lord
Lu Feng was walking on the mountain road and paid homage to the Bodhisattva again. He had many thoughts on his mind. These thoughts include the appearance of Monk Zhiyun he met when he was a Buddhist monk, and himself. When he went to find Monk Zhiyun, Monk Zhiyun demoted the attendant monk around him to raise horses. At that time, he could decide the death of the attendant monk with just one word. What is the difference between it and now?
He was a great figure in the eyes of Buddhist monks who had never been "exiled" from Wuwan Baita Temple, but he ended up like this just because of a word from the presiding venerable.
What's the difference between what he sees in the eyes of the presiding venerable and what he sees in those attendant monks?
No difference.
As soon as this thought came up, it was shattered by Lu Feng. He let out a breath, holding the Gabala bowl in one hand, and the firewood in the other hand. The rest of the magical weapons were all absorbed into his "body" Grasping the grown Li Jui hand, Lu Feng recited the "Six-Character Great Ming Mantra" for a long time and continued to walk according to the guidance, throwing firewood and looking for yaks. After a while, the sun rose from behind the snow-capped mountains. Lu Feng saw The first cow.
It just stood in the snow, making no movement and looking stupid. When this yak saw Lu Feng, it had no intention of running, but the yak alone had a very good temper. Unstable, Lu Feng not only did not avoid the yak's gaze, but stared at it forward, step by step, full of threats. Upon seeing this, the wild yak spurted out clouds of white air from its nostrils, lowered its head and rushed He came over and was held down by Lu Feng, shouting loudly!
“Buzz!”
Lu Feng vibrated his central meridians and exerted force all over his body. The undersea chakras emitted immeasurable light. Lu Feng seemed to be "hating the sky without a handle, hating the earth without a ring", He suppressed the yak with all his strength, but made sure that his force was not too strong, and accidentally crushed the wild yak to death!
He pressed the yak firmly under his hands, held the yak's skull with both hands, and began to recite a curse!
It was not a special spell, but the wild yak was actually very stubborn. He wanted to keep exerting force, but Lu Feng held him tightly and pressed him into the snow. He would not relax for a moment. He stopped here and surrendered. This stubborn yak cannot be tolerated! While suppressing it, Lu Feng recited a mantra to make the yak follow him. The yak was very powerful, and Lu Feng was even more powerful than it.
“You still haven’t converted?”
Lu Feng angrily scolded the wild yak, suppressing it until its muscles and bones were soft and it lay on the ground, unable to move. Only then did Lu Feng feel relieved and let go It rises and sees how it should be.
Just when Lu Feng was doing this, at the foot of Zahu Langnuo Mountain, a group of troops was stationed at some unknown time.
A nobleman wearing a thick robe got off the carriage. He was very well dressed, but he was not the owner of the cavalry. He was just a small nobleman. He greeted everyone and started today's meeting. In terms of work, the real noble person should come later. He came here today to only do some of the front-line work.
Prayer flags representing noble families were raised from the motorcade. These prayer flags looked no different from the prayer flags in Buddhist temples, but if you look carefully, you will see that the words on them are the "witchcraft" words that Lu Feng has studied. , Wai Wai, should be the name of a certain great witch family. The monks supported by the great witch families came over. They were also wearing monks' clothes, and they were also monks, but they were not the same monks as Lu Feng. They They are monks of "Witch Cult".
After the failure of the "Witch Cult", King Zamp expelled a large number of "Witch Cult" wizards, but there were also many "Witch Cult" wizards who left here and went to other places. For many reasons, "witchcraft" have also remained, and these "witchcraft" have also undergone changes to a certain extent.
Even King Zanpu was unable to disappear the "witchcraft" from the esoteric realm. Until now, King Zanpu has disappeared. Above the esoteric realm is the world of upper-class monks, nobles, and lords, among which there are also There are many lords who still worship the "Witch Religion". There are also a large number of "Witch Religion" temples and a large number of "Witch Religion" monks in their territories. The lords can also recruit Buddhist monks in their territory. All expelled.
Monks who often call others "heretics" ignore these things, because they can be called lords. The lords who are put together with the nobles and upper-class monks are not as good as a lord. Dafa Temple has few people, few wizards, and few means. It will be useless to denounce them as "heretics". If they don't send troops to attack, there will be nothing at all. As for wanting to send troops? That is even more impossible, and no one is willing to take this risk.
I don’t know who the wizards and monks of these "Witch Religions" work for.
They hung up wind-horse flags, piled up piles of mani, carved the "Seven-Character Mantra" on them, piled up fire ponds, and even a monk stuffed a human bone whistle into his mouth and blew out an extremely sharp whistle. sound.
There are monks who are reciting the "Seven-Character Mantra". They exude a strong charm, connecting with the power hidden in this land, causing a faint black veil to linger here. , a densely packed net was intertwined in the sky. On the big net, there were countless hooks slowly fishing down. The monks slowly fished from the rattan box with a secret spell. Among them, the plants used as smoke offerings were taken out.
——They took out the rhododendron grass growing on the sunny side, the "grass of life and death" growing on the shady side, the peach blossom branches at the foot of the mountain, and the pine and cypress trees on the mountain. The exposed pollen was sprinkled on the items for smoking, and then the highland barley, tea, butter, tanned cattle and sheep skins and other items were taken out, ready for smoking. for.
On the other side, there are materials for blood supply. A large amount of white gas is sprayed from the nostrils of the mastiffs. They are almost crazy from the bloody smell, and they are strangled by the chariots. He held his neck to prevent them from rushing out. Only the wild barking of "woof, woof, woof" broke the tranquility at the foot of the mountain.
Lu Feng slowly came down from the mountain and stared at their movements. He saw the chaplains setting up tents of five colors, and saw a big monk in red chanting a mantra while holding a diamond in his hand. The tent was tied up with prongs. When the strong wind blew up, the tent swelled up. The monk scolded and told the wind to stop.
The wind really paused for a moment, but at the same time, the wind followed the tent and reached Lu Feng's ears. Lu Feng heard that the mantra he recited should be a Sanskrit mantra. He was a monk practicing Buddhism, not a cultivator. A monk who practices "witchcraft".
Putting vajra prongs on all sides, the monk began to recite incantations for the large five-color tent. A servant took out incense and walked in in advance.
Further away, on a large smooth and bright stone, the butcher raised his knife and donated fresh intestines and hearts. The monks took them out with their bare hands and placed them by the lake, ready for execution. Blood sacrifice.
The monk with bloody hands walked on the road, leaving behind a series of bloody traces and bloody footprints.
Many monks were chanting spells around him. Their spells were different from the spells held by Lu Feng. They were spells from the "Witch Cult", fresh meat, heart and soul. They were all released, with the "whimpering" sound of a creature dying.
It turned into a scene that pleased the fierce god, and the blood fell on the big blue stone, falling into the unmelted blood.
It won’t take long for the blood to turn into ice slag. This is the blood supply that is as famous as the smoke supply.
Those blood sacrifices are not just human beings. To the great lords, slaves are also livestock. In their eyes, livestock such as humans are common among the offerings. On the contrary, It's a good thing to find.
A blood supply like this requires not only these animals, but also feathers of eight colors and some extremely rare bones. The feathers must be inserted on the "stack" and the bones must be Placed inside the foundation stone of the "stack", some gods require special-colored animals for worship.
That is what is hard to find.
Some bones were thrown into the big fire pit of the "smoke offering". Thick smoke began to rise. The smoke offering started here, and the blood offering also started on the other side. People wearing heavy clothes, similar to Armored, masked "dancer", "shaman". They also started their own performance. They held magical instruments made of human bones in their hands and made enthusiastic noises. Each piece of clothing should be something that has been passed down for several generations. The sound of drums and whistles made of human bones, All kinds of sounds fell on this silent lake.
Those armors bear traces of history.
In front of them, someone had set up a "stack". Behind these "dancers", some people were setting up bows and arrows. Some people took out golems, wrote names on them, and put them on the ground. Next to the "duo", people with bows and arrows shot at the "duo", which meant expulsion.
Lu Feng looked at these black gauze and noticed that there was something intertwined in the black gauze.
He raised his head and looked up, only to see the intertwined black gauze.
Is it the breath of which god?
In such a heated scene, Lu Feng saw the yak he was looking for. The yak seemed to be frightened by the smell and had no way to go, so he stopped in the carriage behind. It was a carriage that had just arrived. On that carriage, there was something out of the ordinary. Lu Feng took a look and saw something similar to the master family of "Zhuoge Dunzhu" on the butt of the horse pulling the carriage. mark.
It’s not that the two have the same mark, it’s that they have some similarities. “Should it be a great noble? I don’t know if it’s a clan noble or a chieftain noble?”
< br>Lu Feng thought, he was staring at that place - mainly looking at his black yak, because when he looked at it, there were also a few pairs of eyes looking towards him.
He saw Lu Feng at a glance and recognized how extraordinary he was.
After all, in this kind of weather, a monk came down from the mountain, wearing no monk's robes and only covering his lower body with a blanket. He dragged a Gabala bowl in his hand, held a leg bone in his right hand, and hung Gawu around his neck. He was just standing on the mountain watching, with seven yaks following behind him. Everyone knew something was wrong with him.
What’s more important is that after cultivating into the Water Element, Lu Feng’s skin was as white as snow and without calluses. This was the status of an upper-class aristocrat who was “off the job”, “enshrined”, and “doesn’t have to work to support himself” Characteristic, so, someone in the carriage over there said something, and several people came over this way. It should be a messenger with many slaves.
Lu Feng also walked towards the poor skin and tender meat, continuing to recite the rebirth mantra in his mouth. He was unable to save those people, because this was an offering to the gods, and there was no way he could save them. People will stop such offerings because of his actions.
Of course, another reason is that his Dharma is not that great. If his Dharma is so great, and he says stop, these "witchcraft" sacrifices can be stopped. After all, the boat is not big enough, and Lu Feng will These compassionate feelings were suppressed under the lotus platform, and he walked down the mountain with a normal expression.
Until the two met, the housekeeper said respectfully: "Master, my master has invited the master to come over."
After finishing speaking, a slave knelt down and asked Lu Feng to stand on his back. Carrying the unbooted monk on his back, Lu Feng picked up the slave and asked him to stand beside him and said: "Let's go, let's go. I'm just practicing like this. I don't need anyone to carry me. You can follow me later." Just stay behind me.”
When the housekeeper heard this, he thought that this master was an ascetic yogi. There are many ascetic yogis in the tantric realm. If this monk is an ascetic yogi, That appearance is quite normal. Even Lu Feng's appearance is "normal" and "not uncommon" among many ascetic yogis.
As Lu Feng walked towards the carriage, voices also came from the carriage. They were one woman and three men. The female voice was childish, and she must be young. The female asked curiously: "Abba, what's the matter? In such a cold weather, this person doesn’t need to wear clothes, right? If only everyone could wear no clothes, those Chaba would not need to wear clothes, and Badayeba would not feel sorry for the clothes on those Chaba. .
How about we ask this person to teach us how to wear no clothes? ”
In the carriage, the slightly older man smiled and said: "How can a person not wear clothes? He would freeze to death if he didn't wear clothes. Even the slave had to squeeze together with the cattle and sheep to prevent himself from being killed. "Let them freeze to death."
"Let them freeze to death. Badayeba has lost his temper several times recently because of these things," said the female voice.
The man continued: "Sangzhuo, my little daughter, you should remember that those slaves are property, and you cannot let them freeze to death. Your Badayepa is just a slave. Of course, ten ordinary slaves are not as good as one Badayeba, but what about one hundred or three hundred ordinary slaves?
Badayeba’s head is a wise one. When he gets older? When he can't even turn his head, Sang Zhuo, we should cut off his head and make his head into a Kabala bowl. Grandpa You likes the smart man's Kabala bowl the most, Sang Zhuo
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They are just slaves, there is no need to have any feelings for them. You will not be allowed to go to the place where you will settle accounts in the future, and you will not have to see Bada. He has something to do recently, so you do not need to see him. ”
While talking, Lu Feng had already arrived. There was no monk robe, and those people couldn’t tell what level of monk Lu Feng was. A monk came out and faced Lu Feng. Feng faced him and clasped his hands together. He also clasped his hands towards Lu Feng.
The monk asked Lu Feng what was going on.
Lu Feng pointed to someone who was surrounded by Chaba not far away. The monk suddenly realized that he could take away the yak with the rattan box on it.
(End of Chapter)