Chapter 232 It’s the wind
When Monk Ming An saw Yong Zhen suddenly taking action, he immediately turned his head. He was so frightened and angry that he took out his vajra and stabbed him with all his strength!
"Yongzhen! How dare you! How dare you commit murder here!"
He was really angry. As soon as he did it, his protector was attached to the vajra. Up and down, the vajra was covered with the blood of many people. At this moment, it was like blood droplets seeping out of it, threatening to defile Lu Feng's body and mind.
What he was chanting was the "Seven-Character Secret Mantra" of the "Witch Cult". In the main hall, the original butter lamp was suppressed by the strange rhyme at this moment, and the light of the butter lamp actually became A piece of blood red!
This blood-red color seeped into the ground, and as the secret spell was connected to the shadow of Ming'an Monk, it transformed into a sheep-headed scorpion-shaped creature. No one knows what it was. This monster, along with Ming'an Monk and the Vajra Pestle, He was about to fall on Lu Feng's fire of wisdom, but suddenly a lion's head appeared in the fire of wisdom, making him unable to pick up the vajra in his hand.
"Heretic, heretic, heretic!"
He stopped, but the lion head suddenly spoke human words and became angry, and it was the flame that instantly turned into He cast a spell and hit Ming'an Monk hard like a hammer. At this moment, Ming'an Monk flew backwards, and all the butter lamps behind him were extinguished.
Disturbing darkness appeared in the main hall, but none of the "Buddha statues" in the main hall moved.
On the contrary, the lion head in Lu Feng’s wisdom fire was furious!
Lu Feng's voice came from inside, shouting at Ming'an that he couldn't even lift his head!
Every time he shouted, it had an effect on his soul. With every time, Monk Ming'an became older. Under such orders, Monk Ming'an became like an eighty-year-old man. Generally, sluggish and incompetent!
Until this moment, Lu Feng said: "You are just a guy with a silver gun and a wax head - I thought it was for some reason that you were asked to hang out with these toasts. It turns out that you don't even practice Buddhism now. Learn the spells of the 'Witch Cult'!
What special identity do you have that can teach you the methods of the 'Witch Cult'?
Which god are you a descendant of?
How ridiculous!
Just went astray! It’s really impossible to save him! Stupid! madness! "
After these few sounds, the Ming'an monk's soul was completely shattered, and the evil spirit spread all over his body. Before he could debate the scriptures, the monk turned into a fierce evil spirit! When Lu Feng saw this, six senior monks suddenly walked out. These six senior monks were holding magic weapons, one of them was holding a Zamaru, and he asked the new monk to calm down.
The Lijue monk holding the Zamaru shook the Zamaru and slowly walked towards the outside of the temple. The Lijui transformed into Ming'an monk also followed the Lijue monk towards Walking outside and behaving like this is like "a drop of water melting into the ocean." There is an extra wandering Ligui outside the secret realm. It is not a big deal, or even a very ordinary thing.
< br>It’s useless for Elder Mingli to clean things up
After Lu Feng's voice was transmitted from the package of wisdom fire, the wisdom fire gradually dissipated.
I saw that the two "Chu Zhong" who were alive and kicking just now fell to the ground sluggishly. I didn't know whether they were alive or dead, but they were better than Monk Ming'an. He didn't simply "lose Buddhism" and "turn to witchcraft" just now. He was so passive in front of Lu Feng just now. Ying Lu Feng had other methods that others definitely didn't know about.
This is the "precept" for his penance.
It was the one who brought Youbu Discipline from Quanzhou and gave Lu Feng another manifestation of Buddhism.
Everything that happened here was like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling. The attendant monks and the other temple slaves did not dare to peek at this place. Their master, the monk of the Sunrise Temple, Then he turned into Li Kui and disappeared. Lu Feng piled a pile of mani here. The senior monk Li Kui who left also took a detour and came back. Lu Feng carried the two "Chu Zhong" in his hands and went out, sitting on the white horse and left. .
These "loyalty braggarts" had no worries, and Lu Feng had no intention of taking their lives. He was just asking them to swear an oath to the "Fudo Ming King," and it wasn't a big deal. What is even more noteworthy is Monk Ming'an. Lu Feng originally thought that Monk Ming'an also had some extraordinary cultivation, but now he discovered that he turned to practice because there was no possibility for him to make further progress in Buddhism. "Witch" spells.
This is not a strange thing. Compared with the other monks of the "Zhi" generation, Monk Ming'an can be considered to have advanced in cultivation. At least he is not "drinking and seducing". "Wealth", but in some temples, monks are not allowed to learn the "Witch Cult" incantations. Anyway, Lu Feng is not allowed to practice the "Witch Cult" incantations, which is the "Witch Cult" he learned before. "The Ten Great Divine Spells", he now does not need to learn them all the time, let alone use them.
For him, many Buddhist dharma are like a bottomless sea. What is more important is the precepts. Lu Feng cannot learn a few of the precepts in the cane box, so he must first observe the precepts. , his incantation naturally has a little more power of commandment, not to mention that after having this idea, his "Fudo Mingwang Zun" will be even more stressed about these "heretic things".
It’s a pity that Ming’an Monk was originally supposed to be left to Elder Mingli, but now it seems that Elder Mingli will eliminate the sheep head transformed by Ming’an Monk in the wilderness. The scorpion god is very cunning.
——Lu Feng walked to the front of the two official villages and sent the two "loyalty blowers" back respectively. He also received "enshrinements" by the way. As Lu Feng said, it was he who sent these two The two "loyalty-players" were brought back from a desolate place in the wilderness. Their minds were blinded and they almost became enemies of the Buddha.
He was almost killed by Li Wei.
——In the two official villages, the chieftains were both polite and offered sacrifices to Lu Feng. Lu Feng stood at the gate of the official village and did not go in. They did not know this person. It was because the chieftain forces had harmed "Yongzhen" before. Maybe even if they knew about it, they would not be able to take revenge here.
After all, nothing is what it used to be.
If they don't get to stay in Yongzhen, they will have a good life in the future.
Lu Feng looked at the gate of the official village. The official villages of these families were much larger than the official villages of the Gaqila family. The doors were not opened at night. The master carried them up in baskets and made offerings. A Yeba brought him back with a basket, and Yeba was polite. Lu Feng said that he understood the rules of the official village.
During this period, Lu Feng observed the weather and found that these two official villages naturally had a desolate atmosphere lingering on them. Like spoiled highland barley wine, it was no longer sweet and had even begun to become rancid. Lu Feng sighed. As soon as Wuyou was on his way at night, he found a place, lay down in the snow nest again, and observed the sky.
The stars were still bright. Lu Feng had no intention of saying anything. He just asked Baima to turn into a white yak and block the wind outlet of the snow nest. It should be a long time before it snows. , at this time, the undercurrent in the temple should have started to surge, right?
Regardless of the rest, the big bosses in the state capitals and the chieftains have already begun to sharpen their knives and want to take action on the temple property in the temple, but they just don’t know. Inside, what is the scene now?
Just thinking about it at this moment, I feel that it is a little interesting.
One of the most interesting games in Honshu is about to start when it snows.
Thinking of this, Lu Feng took out his butter lamp and lit it. The flame on the butter lamp naturally changed from oily green to golden yellow, shining on the leather in front of Lu Feng. Lu Feng looked at the remaining residue on the leather. The few names that came down were speechless for a long time. How many of these people can go to the Endless White Pagoda Temple with them, and finally observe the collision between the presiding master and the head of the clan? How many of them can survive in the end?
When these people were inside the temple, they were so powerful that they could decide the life or death of others with just one word. But outside, they all looked like this. Lu Feng then thought of Monk Zhiyun. Even in an environment like the Vajrayana Realm, it is extremely difficult not only to maintain a firm heart, not to mention the Buddha nature.
The most important thing is that in an environment like the esoteric realm, there is no possibility for people to make mistakes. If you make a mistake once, you will never be able to escape forever!
Walking on thin ice!
Lu Feng kept all these lessons in mind. After dawn, Lu Feng set off alone to find the next monk. Similarly, after dawn, the sound of chanting sutras in the endless White Pagoda Temple also began to sound. There was a distant sound inside the temple, and the entire "Endless White Pagoda Temple" began to come alive.
Someone began to turn the huge prayer wheel and hit the gong, waking up the entire temple. The temple began to revive like a big beast waking up.
The sutra-study monks practicing in the village, dressed in yellow clothes, filed out of the village and walked in like a long queue inside the temple.
In the temple, there are already many uninvited guests. They look like they are not the people in the temple. They treat people as animals, wear otter fur coats, and bring foxes or other things with them. Hats made of animal skins, some with big earrings and turbans, and many gold and silverware on their bodies.
Beside them were many men as majestic as man-eating bears, looking around vigilantly. They walked between the rooms of the masters every day and talked with the masters. Naturally, they were all People from the nearby Zongben nobles and chieftain nobles' families.
They appeared in the temple of Wuwu White Pagoda Temple as if there was no one else around. From the looks of it, they regarded this place as their own home. When the presiding venerable was about to reincarnate, they no longer took the presiding venerable seriously. .
It was this early in the morning, in the monk's house of the early Ming Dynasty elder, several pampered nobles were sitting here, each holding a cup of butter tea.
Sitting in the top position is Mr. Zongben of the Cangbei family. Zongben, the name of the local official, can also be called the "county grandpa".
He has a beard. Even when he is talking, when he is proud, he will use two fingers to twist his beard and squint his eyes.
He was sitting inside. Next to him, there were several other big chieftain family bosses. They all brought their own yepas and monks. These people were together, eating dried meat and drinking. Butter tea, it seems, they gathered together to have breakfast. During breakfast, Lunbei Zongben suddenly said: "Knowing that that stubborn donkey-like monk is still unwilling to come over?
So, are we unable to invite him?
The face of us people cannot be exchanged for the face of a monk like him?
Or should he still stand beside his host?
For a master who cannot see the situation clearly, even the elder of the discipline dean may suffer some losses! ”
Cangbei Zongben spoke eloquently. After hearing his words, the others were speechless, but they all felt that Lunbei Zongben said it was right. They could not imagine that the person who presided over the death The day is almost here, and it’s so stupid that there are still people following the host! At this time, how can the host monk avoid his own death?
After drinking the butter tea, several chieftain nobles also joined in with Cangbei Zongben. At this moment, there were many more tricks and calculations in their words. At this time, it was also time for everyone to discuss how to do it. It’s time for horse racing and gold and silver matters are involved. Bodhisattva, you can’t take it lightly!
While people here are busy studying how to carve up the temple.
In the tower of the presiding venerable, the elder knew that he felt cold all over his body. He looked at the sharp sky not far away in disbelief. He had no idea that there would be something like this inside the temple. Such a strange existence?
This Li Cui was released, not to mention the chieftain’s official village, but a sect. There is no way there is a living person in it. Such a Li Cui is now imprisoned in the presiding officer’s village. In the room behind the Venerable, there is a "door" in the room behind the Venerable. Behind this "door" are several terrifying Ligui, but no one has ever known about this.
He even wondered if he was the only one besides the host who knew about this matter now.
"There is no need to be nervous."
The presiding venerable sat cross-legged on the Dharma platform, holding the pearl of wisdom.
He was not worried about anything. He stopped and stared at the bottom of the temple, as if he could see everything clearly through the wall. He said in words: "This is what it is."
You know that the secrets in the temple are deeper than what you see - even the noble men below are only relying on the 'house gods'. , but what kind of 'family god' can compare to King Mingzhu?
The Ganing family that worshiped King Mingzhu in the past is still like this, and the other families have only taken advantage of their fortunes. That's all, as of now, the birds are flying again
One round of circulation, all things pass away. "
The host said to Elder Mingzhi: "Mingzhi, you don't need to know what I am saying. As of today, I have something to say to you.
You are the monk I single-handedly promoted, and you are also my disciple. I have something that you must do now. Remember, it is you who do it, and you do not tell others to do it.
I want you to pay attention. "
Elder Mingzhi immediately knelt on the ground and prostrated himself and said: "I will obey the decree of the presiding officer. ”
He agreed to the request of the presiding venerable without even asking what the presiding venerable asked him to do. The presiding venerable looked at him, silently took out a knife, opened his clothes, and pointed the blade at himself. He pointed the handle of the knife at Elder Mingzhi and said: "Okay, so, the first thing you need to do is to pick off my heart with your own hands, put it in your Gabala bowl, and recite a mantra.
Hurry, don’t delay the opportunity, get my heart quickly!”
He said quickly.
Hearing this, the elder Mingzhi suddenly froze up. He raised his head slightly, looked at the dagger in front of him, and then looked at the presiding master in front of him, as if there was a layer of phlegm in his throat. , said with difficulty: "Honorable host?"
The host said: "Just do as I say!"
(End of this chapter)