Chapter 135 Old Debt! (Thank you for praising the great Mr. Fool, thank you)
No one dares to restrain the guru at this time. They are all ignorant. This is a sign that Lu Feng’s practice has entered the path of advancement.
The Maha Mudra that Lu Feng is practicing at this moment is the "Yoga of the body". When practicing the Maha Mudra method, Kundalini must be placed in the root chakra from the central channel. Spreading out, like a ignition stove, emerging from the central vein, revealing its own "temperature", melting his "golden beads" and "moon beads".
Let the liquid of the golden beads and the liquid of the moon beads flow in his chakras, completing great happiness.
He then transformed great happiness into wisdom to help him liberate himself. At this moment, Lu Feng’s breathing method can also be called “Wind Yoga”. Unknowingly, his “Wind Yoga” has already Great progress has been made.
At this moment, Lu Feng no longer had any thoughts and ideas such as "never finished, no food to eat, no bed to sleep". Lu Feng stopped working at this moment, reciting incantations, working, reciting incantations, reciting incantations, there was nothing else he could do. Lu Feng didn't know that reciting the mantra had become an "instinct" for him and was integrated into his breathing.
Just like the great sun rising in this esoteric realm, it appears as naturally as every time the strong wind in this esoteric realm is raging!
Many times, old Tashi did not dare to speak to remind himself that what his guru was doing was wrong.
He should have seen that in some places, what the guru did was actually better than what he did.
By doing this continuously, Lu Feng reached a level that everyone was afraid of.
In desperation, Cuosuo and Zhawa boldly invited Monk Zhiyuan over and asked him to advise and preside over the ceremony.
"No need to worry, no need to worry, you don't understand, you don't understand!"
Monk Zhiyuan took a look, showing his heartfelt joy, and said: "Praise all the masters, Praise to all the great men, Praise to all Dharma protector, I praise all Bodhisattvas and all Buddhas."
He kowtowed with a trembling head, and an unknown sound came from his lungs, like a bellows. He stopped listening for a moment and then called people. Very nervous, with a sense of frustration.
Unlike in the past, Monk Zhiyuan can only come here with the help of Baima.
After a few days, Monk Zhiyuan's short hair turned white, as if snow had fallen on his head. His skin was also much looser, and his skin was an ominous waxy yellow.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him. After a while, he said: "Don't disturb the master, the master is practicing.
Interrupting the master If you practice cultivation, you will enter the Vajra Hell.”
No one dared to speak after these words came out.
Practice is a very private matter. If the guru doesn’t tell it, others don’t dare to ask. Master Zhiyuan said this, so he who presides over such practice must have his own reasons. Everything was quiet.
Monk Zhi Zhiyuan had no intention of leaving.
Unable to withstand the tossing back and forth, he sat where he was and told everyone to just do whatever they wanted. He still squinted at Master Yongzhen, who did know some yoga. In the practice of certain Mahamudras, there is a way to make the mind rest, which can also be called "Wind Yoga".
But no one thought that Master Yongzhen would practice "Wind Yoga" under this kind of practice situation and while working. This should be Master Yongzhen's unique practice method.
No matter what the situation is, it is normal for craftsmen to have shortness of breath when working on such snow-capped mountains. Many craftsmen contracted curses and dragon disease during such work and died on the mountain. .
Even some masters died due to this curse and dragon disease, but Yongzhen master should be different. I don’t know where the difference is, but Zhiyuan monk has confidence in Yongzhen master.
Monk Zhiyuan was sitting cross-legged not far away, and Caidan Lunzhu stood beside him, a little timidly.
The rest of the people were working. Caidan Lunzhu was watching all this. He was still young and could only hold a small stone. Monk Zhiyuan waved with difficulty and asked the little novice to come over and he took it out. He opened his eyes, but he didn't realize that his eyes were already a little astigmatic. He said slowly: "Caidan Lunzhu, Caidan Lunzhu, a good guru is worth thousands of taels at home." Baiyin.
Do you know these words? "
The little novice monk Cedan Lunzhu said cautiously: "I know, Master Zhiyuan. Then he nodded slowly and continued: "Yes, everyone knows this sentence, but there is another sentence that no one dares to say, but I dare to tell you.
That is a good guru who has fewer highland barley seeds than the manor owner’s farm.
A good guru is rarer than a noble man with a kind heart, like gold in a river.
Those are things that can be heard but not seen. Cai Dan Lun Zhu, it took me many years to meet a bodhisattva-like master like Master Yongzhen.
Unfortunately, I don’t have the blessing to be with my guru all the time, but you are different.
Caidan Lunzhu, the words and deeds of the guru are the most precious wealth. You must watch, listen and know the words and deeds of the guru.
There are some things that you don’t know or understand, and that doesn’t matter.
Because there are some things you will always know and you will always grow up.
But a good guru, a good guru..."
When Zhiyuan said this, he felt a little sleepy, and the words in his mouth were clear. It's already in my throat, but I just can't say it out
I don't have the strength to spit it out.
It felt like a chicken bone was stuck in his throat.
It was like a mouthful of thick phlegm was embedded in his throat. Monk Zhiyuan was very sleepy, but he knew very well that this was not sleepiness, but that his life span was up.
At this time, he opened his mouth, clearly feeling that he should be speaking, but nothing came out. In the end, he felt that his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't even speak. There is no pain or relief to the extent that it cannot be opened. Monk Zhiyuan has also forgotten many of the secret techniques used here in previous practice.
He stopped talking.
The head also lowered slowly.
Caidan Lunzhu said something beside him, but he could no longer hear it. He only felt waves of chills coming from his body, and a strong rhyme was transmitted from his body, as if Something seemed to be reviving in his body. The "human" side was quickly suppressed.
The "cunning" side has undergone great changes.
Without the appearance of the bardo, the bardo will be swallowed up by the evil spirit before it appears. When the protector Pema discovered this, he immediately turned into a white yak, and at this time , Lu Feng placed a stone on it, but it fell down, hitting his toes squarely!
At the same time, the ancient scroll stacked by Lu Feng on his lower back suddenly emitted enough heat to wake up Lu Feng!
Lu Feng suddenly felt as if something had been opened!
What's broken!
Suddenly furious!
A burst of anger suddenly emerged from his heart!
A burst of angry fire came out of his nostrils and turned into the fire of wisdom at the back of his head. The "energy" that rushed out of the lotus platform followed the central channel and headed towards His left and right meridians even flowed towards the miscellaneous meridians in his body.
Lu Feng opened his mouth and suddenly shouted in two tones: "How dare there be such a filthy thing? How dare there be such a filthy thing!
How dare you impregnate the Buddha's soil?
How can you impregnate the Buddha's soil? Earth!”
Lu Feng pointed his finger, and the protector Baima quickly stood in front of Caidan Lunzhu. She was afraid that it was just an accident, and Caidan Lunzhu was frightened to death by the appearance of the master. Dumb, stupid, silly, just this moment, Lu Feng was facing Monk Zhiyuan, but not just Monk Zhiyuan!
The moment the stone fell on his toes, Lu Feng felt like "the silver bottle was broken and the water burst out", a burst of great relief power inherent in the human body, from his "budding" "Fang" rushed out of the lotus platform and fell into his eyes at this moment, causing some changes in his eyes.
With that finger, he saw a figure appearing behind Monk Zhiyuan. The figure was about to get out of Monk Zhiyuan's body.
In the body of Monk Zhiyuan, there are also countless connected threads, like sticky threads connected in the dark swamp. These threads are connected with this figure, and with this figure. Want to become one!
For some unknown reason, Lu Feng knew that when the shadow behind Monk Zhiyuan and Monk Zhiyuan merged into one, that would be the time when Monk Zhiyuan transformed into Li Wei!
Lu Feng held the Zhi Fist Seal with his hand and reached the side of the Zhiyuan Monk without saying anything. He did not care whether the Zhiyuan Monk was still breathing. He just stared at the black figure. The black figure could still see Lu Feng, but he made no move.
Lu Feng takes action!
Lu Feng picked up the three-branch vajra in his hand, and then, six hands "grew" out of his body. The six eminent monks transformed into sharp and strange arms, with a magic weapon in each hand, and the black figure appeared. Looking at Lu Feng like this, Lu Feng looked at him like this, and suddenly, three strands of the vajra pestle pierced him hard!
"Mo,
Three mantuos, Vuriluoshe,
Zhanna,
Mahorusana, Sapozaye,
Moo,
Talaka,
many! ”
As the curses turned around, his face became more like "Fudo Mingwang Zun". With his great anger, the Vajra Bell also rang. This time, the Vajra Bell rang very loudly. It was the same as before, as if there was a monk chanting a mantra, and golden lotus petals were flying on the other single vajra.
The Great Mercy Rhyme surged another three inches around him, and there were actually gems around him. The gems are made of gems, and there are six words of the Great Ming Mantra in the gems.
The sounds of the "Six-Character Great Ming Mantra" were heard in the surrounding wind horses, and the sounds of the Six-Character Great Ming Mantra were brought from all directions.
Lu Feng's "Six-Character Mantra of the Great Ming Dynasty" even evoked a certain charm not far away. On this mountain where eminent monks walked every step of the way, a lot of charm was absorbed by Lu Feng's "Six-Character Mantra of the Great Ming Dynasty". The mantra started to move, and it was slowly passed from everywhere, from the iron rod, from the prayer flags, from the wind horse flag, from the mani pile.
The angry look behind Lu Feng's head became more and more lifelike. Lu Feng visualized the "Emperor's Sword" and slashed at the back of Monk Zhiyuan!
Cut off the black shadow completely!
The black shadow glanced at Lu Feng, then suddenly turned into a ball of violent wind and disappeared!
The surroundings suddenly turned into a black storm. The storm came quickly and quickly, frightening the packhorses and yaks around. Lu Feng opened his eyes wide and called out the "Great Wind Spell"!
"Karma! Da da da! Da ga ha! Moo! Lou Luo! Om ha ha!
"Karma! Da da da! Dagaha! Moo! Lou Luo! Om haha!
"Gah! Da da da! Daga ha! Moo! Lou Luo! Om ha la!
Lu Feng's voice became louder every time. In the end, it was almost a roar, Lu Feng I visualized "Fudo Mingwang Zun" in my mind and used the "lion's roar" technique. The surrounding wind was stopped and everyone became peaceful
Baima rushed out quickly to protect the frightened yaks and pack horses, preventing them from rushing out. Zhi Lufeng felt that the ancient scrolls behind him were still heating up. He frowned and suddenly looked at Cai Dan. On Lunzhu.
"Caidan Lunzhu" has a mysterious charm.
He spoke.
Because what happened here was so sudden, no one dared to speak, so no one expected that the little boy Cedan Lunzhu suddenly spoke, so his voice was extremely clear. Tell everyone to listen clearly.
Lu Feng looked at Caidan Lunzhu and said to Caidan Lunzhu: "You should give him to me. If I don't take yours, I will take his."
Lu Feng's anger did not diminish. He continued the duet and said: "What should I give to you?"
"Caidan Lunzhu" said: "Ganing Manor, you should give it to me!
You I don’t want it, you have already given it to me.
I will definitely want it!”
Lu Feng thought about it, it’s red nectar!
It's the red nectar mixed with his blood and that of Zhiyuan Monk!
But because of this, Lu Feng became even more angry!
Because this is against the rules!
“How can you use the two great monks as offerings after you have obtained the offerings!
Duh! Duh! Duh!
Say your name. Since you dare to ask for it and take it, then say your name!
I also know who wants to get these two great monks!
Who dares to give you such courage! Who are you, who are you, who are you! "
Lu Feng stamped his feet and asked again and again, "What kind of fate master Hutuktu is that?
Is it the one-legged trickster or the dragon? Or the Fengshenlou Lonabao?
Who is it, who is it!
You dare to come and get it, but you dare not say anything? ”
When Lu Feng said this, the great compassion rhymes around him were actually integrated into Lu Feng’s single-stranded vajra. Lu Feng pressed forward step by step. When he said this, Lu Feng actually had already thought about it. With an answer, but the other party didn't say anything, Lu Feng had to build a stack, set up a "demon", and write a name on the puppet
"Lou Luona." Save! "
"No need to ask me to hold a Dharma meeting to exorcise evil spirits! Ruanabao, you are so greedy and stubborn!”
At such a moment, Louluo Nabao was driven away and turned into unwilling winds, which were about to escape from Caidan Lunzhu, but he still refused to admit defeat and said: "You and him both have to win." After death, you will transform into the accompanying god of Master Hutuketu, the master of your life. You and I will have no way to escape, no way to escape!"
Lu Feng directly threw his vajra pestle into the wind, angry. He said with great interest: "Don't worry, I won't die!"
(End of this chapter)