Chapter 122 Wolf, Man, Werewolf
Throwing the stone with all his strength, the stone was not the stone with the secret curse engraved on it. This stone was just a stone that Lu Feng picked up casually, and even With the snowballs he picked up at will, these weapons hit each wolf on the head very precisely, smashing it to pieces.
Zahu Langnuo Mountain, Qianfeng and Lufeng were not sleeping either. While shaking the prayer wheel, he often went to the tent to look at the faces of the sleeping people and see if they were safe and sound. Sleep, as for those wolves, Lu Feng had not recited the "Wolf Exorcism Curse". Everyone was sleeping. Lu Feng had no intention of waking them up. He walked through the tent to see if they had any nightmares.
Seeing that they did not have nightmares, Lu Feng felt happy and his mind was bright, like golden light falling from the sky. The more Lu Feng walked like this, the more joy he felt. It was a different kind of great joy in his mind. , the lower the lotus petal droops, the richer the compassion emanating from Lu Feng's feet becomes.
It covered everyone's bodies. As for the wolves that rushed in from outside, there were already several corpses. Lu Feng used the six-character Great Ming Mantra to "turn the mountain" clockwise around this place, praying for blessings for those wolves. At first, he dared to come over, but later, every footprint under Lu Feng's feet seemed to have a lotus.
The wolves didn't dare to come over either, maybe because Baima had passed by.
In the middle of the night, the clouds in the sky covered the moon and the snow fell.
At first it was still a fine drizzle of snow, but in the second half of the night, it turned into heavy snow. Amidst the heavy snow, the wind decreased a lot and became warmer. But Lu Feng knew that when the snow began to melt, When the time comes, it should be a harsh hell, "Hell that splits like a red lotus".
Lu Feng said, how can this hell stop at the Vajra Hell?
The more he walked, the more he understood. The more he walked, the brighter and brighter he became. The more he walked, the more energetic he became. The six-character Great Ming Mantra seemed to turn into golden lotus flowers under his feet. Lu Feng looked at the time. , started to boil butter tea, and smelled the smell of butter tea rising from the pot.
Butter tea must be drunk hot. When the heat is relieved, the butter and tea in butter tea are mixed together. Pour it into a bowl, and then you have butter and tea. It tastes hot, comfortable and appropriate. Lu Feng used to drink it. When other sutra-study monks became sixth-level monks, they also sat below and drank butter tea.
At that time, he had no status and was just sitting at the bottom. Lu Feng once said with a smile, "When I was eighteen, at the dance at my alma mater, I stood like a gangster.
At that time I swear with tears that you must see me." Why?
Because the butter tea fell from top to bottom, the monk at the top, the butter tea they drank had more butter than tea. A big bowl was filled with butter, and they cherished it very much. But he, the monk, At the end, it was in his bowl.
Of course there is no ghee.
Just tea, light tea, or cold tea, there is nothing to say about the taste, but so what? Even so, Lu Feng still goes there every time. He doesn't have to pay for it himself, and he still gets copper coins. It's a "giving"! For Lu Feng at that time, it was a rare and good day.
In addition to such good days, there are also some big Dharma gatherings where the nobles and chieftains nearby give alms to the monks in the temple, so that he can get some food and alms. At that time, Where is the choice? Now, Lu Feng has spent more than ten years, but he never thought that he would become the person distributing butter tea.
So, butter tea must be hot and fragrant. Otherwise, if you drink the butter tea into your mouth, the butter and tea will be separated. Lu Feng looked calmly into the distance. Baima was already in the canyon. At the mouth, a distant wolf howl was blown by the wind. Listening to the rising and falling sounds, one could count them with both hands. It was this wolf howling sound that woke Lu Feng up from his penance.
Lu Feng changed his way of self-cultivation. He used a three-branch vajra to find a stone, carved the six-character Great Ming Mantra on it, and piled it into a pile of mani. He piled the mani on top of the stone. Here, there is no wind horse flag, and Lu Feng is not looking for the wind horse flag. He starts to turn, and he teaches Baima the wolf exorcism spell. As of now, it seems that the wolf exorcism spell is not very powerful in Baima's hands. It is not as powerful as Baima sucking it away. The last breaths of these wolves.
How about subduing these monster wolves with great courage?
Monk Zhiyuan did not fall asleep. He was also chanting sutras and had something to say to Master Yongzhen. However, when he saw Lu Feng "turning around the mountain", he remained silent and waited for Master to finish. It's almost dawn.
Lu Feng stood up, and Baima also came back from a distance. He said that there were a large number of wild wolves last night and wanted to besiege this place. As long as Baima was here, these wolves could not come - —Until she saw the wild wolves that Lu Feng killed, Baima was so ashamed that she wanted to cut off her own ears to show that she couldn't hear the wolves passing behind her, but Lu Feng stopped her.
He called Monk Zhiyuan over and said: "Master Zhiyuan, it's snowing heavily today. I think it will be sunny soon. By then, I'm afraid it will be unbearably cold here.
Here My tent is not safe, Sunrise Temple has been burned down, and there is no place to live. Although I say this, this place is Sunrise Temple, and I am the abbot of Sunrise Temple. However, I can endure the bitter cold here. You can't stand it.
But there are no masons here. I am not a watchtower, so I will go to the bottom of the mountain to take a look. "
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Monk Zhiyuan said: "Master, please rest assured, if I am here, then this place is here."
Lu Feng clasped his hands together and still left all six of his magic weapons to Monk Zhiyuan. Every time Zhijue took a step, the lotus petals under his chakra trembled, and if they were just a tiny bit short, they would fall, but it was just a tiny bit short. Lu Feng was not in a hurry, and Zhiyuan went down the mountain to find the craftsman.
Masons are talents who can be used to build watchtowers. Not all stonemasons, silversmiths, carpenters, etc. are free people. Most of them are slaves and the property of their masters. I met a generous man. As benevolent masters, their lives were much better than those of the other serfs.
After all, the master also needs them to do things for him.
A monk plus a carpenter, a leader plus a carpenter. With such an identity and profession, it is possible that he is not a slave, but a free person. The number of free people in the esoteric realm is really too small. . In the upper monastery, there are many monks who can paint, be masons, or carpenters. They have a certain craft and their lives are relatively prosperous. Even if they are doing things like rations, sometimes they can’t get their turn. , this craft can still be passed down, and it can be regarded as a "dharma lineage".
"We have to wait here for three to five years, Zhiyuan, Zhiyuan, I thought about it for half a day yesterday, why it takes three to five years, I understand, Zhiyuan, do you understand?"
Lu Feng's words Said, Monk Zhiyuan said: "Master, I may understand a little bit."
Lu Feng said: "That is all written under the feet?"
Senior Zhiyuan said: " Okay!”
Both of them wrote a word on the ground.
"Nirvana".
Who passed away?
Zhi Neng is the person who presided over the death of the Venerable.
After the two of them finished reading, they wiped the words on the ground with their feet. They both heard from the number three to five years. After receiving some information, Lu Feng was thinking about it every moment he was not practicing. Because he felt that if he had the blessing of the ancient scroll, it would be a waste if he could not mobilize the blessing of the ancient scroll. .
In the realm of Tantric Dharma, to waste such a hard-earned blessing is to waste the remaining shadow of the Bodhisattva, which is unforgivable. Now that he recalled what Master Mingli said when he left, he always said I figured it out, "Three to five years, three to five years, guru, guru, what are the three to five years that you are talking about?"
Is it the three to five years when hosting is almost gone? If it were three to five years without the presiding officer, Lu Feng could not imagine how he would go back, but Elder Mingli was in retreat. The only thing Lu Feng could think of was that Elder Mingli had become a big tree in the temple, and he also You can protect yourself.
If this were not the case, Lu Feng would have no backing. There should be many people in the temple who want him, and there would even be many who would not want him. As long as Elder Mingli, who formerly presided over the Venerable lineage, disappeared from the temple, Lu Feng would have plenty of people to take care of him.
So, Lu Feng is very clear about the principle that the backer depends on everyone. He can count on his "original guru" Elder Mingli, but he has no choice but to always believe in his "original guru". You should believe in yourself.
“In three to five years, we will use the resources to grow into a big tree. We must take the fifth-level exam and go to the temple to be immortal. Yongzhen.”
Lu Feng said to himself, Zhiyuan Monk just pretended that he was completely unaware and didn't notice anything.
He asked Baima to stay here, while he went out with Monk Zhiyun’s magic weapon. However, before leaving, Lu Feng called Zhiyuan, Cuosuo, and several attendant monks. Together, they were said to be attendants to the monks. In fact, these monks did not act as attendants. On the contrary, Lu Feng also asked the monk Zhiyuan to teach them some scriptures. However, they had never served Lu Feng, but it was not that they did not work. At least they knew how to teach them. If you have gone to school for two days and can read and decipher characters, then they should be of great use here.
Lu Feng looked at them, pointed to the tsampa and butter tea in the distance and said: "I will go down the mountain to find a few more. Today you also go to search this place clean, and look carefully for any traces. If you can go up the mountain, there is one more thing you must remember. Today, everyone has a share of tsampa, and the same goes for butter tea.
It’s just that those who do more physical work drink first, and drink more. Don’t leave out the little ones. Everyone must have a bowl, and there must be butter in the bowl. If it’s gone, I’ll whip you!
If it’s gone, I’ll boil it again! Pot, there is no reason why I won’t give butter tea to others because I don’t have enough work. You have to keep a close eye on me. Don’t let anyone freeze to death. You guys all followed me here. There are already people at the foot of the mountain. There is no need. Ask someone to fold it here again.
While the weather was still clear, I searched all over this place. I also went to find two stonemasons to build a watchtower here.
A Sunrise Temple was built. ”
Everyone bowed to the guru and said they would abide by the guru’s instructions. Lu Feng said that it might take a little longer for him to go down the mountain this time, and he would have to walk in three shifts at night. Now it seems that Zahu Langnuo Mountain At least it is safe now, there is no big danger, Mother Li Guigui has not left the mountains, and she has no way to go to the dragon's territory.
There should be nothing wrong with suppressing a "head" here. , Lu Feng is always a little uneasy. When Lu Feng went down the mountain, he saw that the sky was about to clear up. Lu Feng frowned. The window period of this day was a bit too long. It was so long that Lu Feng felt a little strange. Lu Feng was speechless when he thought of the "Witch Cult" sacrifices at the foot of the mountain. He was wondering if it was because of the sacrifices at the foot of the mountain.
He kept thinking in his mind, translating and reading. The three books on Rhythm that I had received were somewhat unfamiliar with translation activities. I copied the words I learned from the "Dragon Classic" into those books first. When I met those who could understand, I understood first and those who didn't understand. Let it go first.
Walking all the way, he came down to the mountain and offered tsampa to the monk. The eminent monk's spirit also said to Lu Feng: "You should offer it to me, you should offer it to me." Talk to him.
What do you mean? There is nothing to say. I waited until when he built the Sunrise Temple and just talked to him. That's it. After coming down the mountain, I saw the traces of the sacrifices left by the "Witch Cult" nobles under the mountain at the lake. There is also a bamboo pole on the side, and on top of it are fresh intestines, internal organs, and skin. Even though a lot of time has passed, they are still steaming there.
Not affected by the cold.
There was even white smoke. Lu Feng stared at this place from a distance for a long time. Then he determined the direction and found the direction of the river. He walked in that direction. Lu Feng walked very fast, but he went down the mountain. It took Lu Feng more than half a day to find the place. It was almost evening before he saw the farm. Looking at the farm from a distance, Lu Feng felt that this place was a "blessed" land.
It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there are no military disasters around. Lu Feng is not sure whether the disaster has arrived here. He walked towards this place, and soon entered the farm. Only the serfs in the farm saw it. Such a monk is frightened. Lu Feng Yan met their lord, and during the conversation, Lu Feng asked that the lord here was "Master Luo Ren". In the early years, the "Master Luo Ren" family had produced great monks. These serfs had seen many great monks. He wanted to kneel down and ask the monk master to get on his back.
After being rejected by Lu Feng, when he walked to the front of Mr. Luo Ren’s house, Lu Feng looked at the stone wall of Mr. Luo Ren’s house and said between words: “Master Luo Ren’s house also has stonemasons?”< br>
“Yes, yes.”
The serf who brought him over said yes, yes. Li, there was nothing else to say. Lu Feng could see that he was also very scared when facing him. Lu Feng said: "Follow me. It's getting dark. I'll take you back at night."< br>
The serf was so frightened that he stuck out his tongue and said, "I don't dare, I don't dare to ask the master to send me back."
Lu Feng said: "I am the master, and what I say is what I say. By the way, what is the name of the stonemason in this village?"
As he spoke, he knocked on the door.
Door.
Opened on my own.
Lu Feng glanced inside and saw a person walking over in an extremely strange way. Lu Feng looked at this person's actions with no expression on his face.
The person I just looked at seemed to have just tamed his limbs, and he didn't look very smart when he moved around.
Lu Feng looked at the serf and said, "Do you recognize this person?"
The serf looked at the man and shouted: "Duoji, Duoji."
Lu Feng said: "It's another Dorje."
He led the serf forward. The "Dorji" had a smile on his face, opened his mouth, and just about to speak, Lu Feng covered his face with his head. Asked: "Doji, what is your position? What kind of job is it? How many 'people' do you have here?"
(End of this chapter)