Fantasy World Transmigration

蜀山番外二, 天魔怒怒

Qiongda red fruit came out of the waterfall, and the rainfall in the Yarlung Zangbo River valley in southern Tibet was rich in rainfall. The huge drop of the plateau terrain created many natural waterfalls. At this time, in the early morning, thin frost condensed on the stone ground, Qiongda Cut the palm of his hand with the blade of Vajra, and splatter the blood on the altar, and it immediately became bloody.

The long python woven by the dead hair flutters under the strong wind of the plateau. The simple altar is just a pile of stones built with shards of stone.

Qiongda drank a weird liquid mixed with mandala flowers, beef and sheep blood and poisonous snake, poisonous cockroaches, poisonous centipede venom, and painted some secret rune on his body with red blood stained with his own blood. The magic text, along with the blue tattoos on his body, exudes all kinds of strange volatility.

If there are monks who are proficient in the curse, you can see that these are some of the shallow Asura konjac, and many of the sidemen will use them to sacrifice some side-effects such as white bones and ghost bags, but Joan Dafa is so shallow that even if you cast such a curse spell, you need to extract your own vitality.

Soon under the influence of the mixed narcotics in the drug, Jonda’s consciousness fell into obscurity and confusion, and the konjac on his body and this simple altar together ignited a fascinating consciousness.

Qiongda trembled, foaming at the mouth, chanting the mantra in a chaotic and trembling tone, pulling all the secrets in the void down to the altar, a little man tied with green stalks, severe dozen Outside of a local aristocratic manor, the old man lying on the big bed suddenly made a screaming scream, and he was bitten by an invisible poisonous insect, causing a black azure wound.

The guards holding the machete in the manor suddenly woke up, panicked to find the noble lama, holding the prayer wheel at the bedside to recite the scriptures for the nobleman, and sing along with the mysterious Zen chanting in this room. The trembling old man gradually calmed down.

When I saw the old man sleeping, the middle-aged man asked carefully: “Guru, is the devil still cursing the master?”

The lama was silent for a long time before she replied: “My mana can only temporarily calm down the suffering of Lord Huokang. Although it can obstruct the curse of the devil, but for a long time, the situation of Huo Kang’s master will not improve. You should go. Please come to the Jokhang Temple or the Potala Palace, to calm this curse!”

The middle-aged Tibetan whispered replied: “The little master has already asked the Sangbu Da Lama… Can time get the big lama to come?”

The lama thought for a while and told him: “Take Huo Kang’s master to take nectar pills. Every day, a cow, a sheep, human blood, human intestines, liver and heart-lung mixed dough is sacrificed to the big black sky. Water, wipe his body, smear his wounds with ghee and oil… It should last for two months.”

“The devil doesn’t have much power. He is just more cunning and vicious. The spells he learned from the Han are not enough to counter the power of the Buddha!”

The curse lasted for an hour, and Huo Kang’s master completely calmed down and fell asleep. On the outside of the mountain pass, Qiongda fell softly on the ground. He was sweating, and his tired body could even be used by an antelope. The corner killed him, and Qiongda was unable to climb like a neatly stacked dress, and found a rough scull carved out of wood.

Qiongda’s tired face suddenly burst into tears and whispered, yelling in Tibetan language: “Gesang! Gesang! Eminem, Dad!”

In Tibetan, Gesang means good times, happy happiness, and represents a good wish. The daughters with names in the serfs are very rare. If they can be given this beautiful name, it means the love of the family. look forward to.

And this name, used in a dumb Tibetan woman, is even more rare.

The full skin of Joanda’s past, now the sunken skinny, his white hair like frost and snow, the wrinkles on his face are also deep, this situation appears in a young man in his twenties, representing His blood essence has dried up, lifespan is greatly damaged, conservative estimates, and can not live for twenty years.

The medicinal property of the mandala flower has not receded. Jonda’s rare lack of deep hatred and hatred recalls. He pinches the worn-out scorpion and falls into the illusion of dreams. He sees his beautiful elder sister. Holding the Gesang flower in the sun, smiling like a lucky auspicious woman, he dreamed of his own Dad, Eminem, the face is blurred, the smell of butter tea, the sweetness of the green…

There is also the beauty of the dream girl Solangzm…

Finally, he saw a drum, a boned body with lapis lazuli, red coral and Tibetan silver, and two yellow-faced drumheads. An old, invisible face, a gorgeous lama slaps the face. The snare drum, revealing a creepy smile, the tremor of the fear of Jondda, pulling the scorpion, mourning like a wolf.

He struggled on the sharp gravel, letting his sharp stone stab him bloody, leaving countless criss-crossed scars on him, it seems that only such pain can remind him that he is still alive!

The blood is covered with a simple altar, and Qiongda’s resentment and anger have sensed a picture of the various demon images in the middle of the meditation. The middle depicts the sleeves of the demon king wave, the infinite yin, the endless anger and the waves. At the foot of the blame, the red lotus is burning, and the demon in all directions surrounds Qiongda and swears: “Resentment in the world, anger and anger. The red lotus is a fire, and the Buddhas are burned.”

In Hawthorne’s manor’s manor, a majestic and noble lama rushed from the Potala Palace with dozens of guardian lamas, and the serfs and servants in the manor were scared to the ground, even the lama who Steward invited. The teacher, also hurriedly came out from the room where the guests were entertained, kneeling at the foot of the big lama.

The Dalai Lama sat in the seat, let the guards lift the bed of Huo Kang’s master in front of him, and watched the restless people, majestic: “The Sangbu Lama has something to do, so I will come here.” Let’s talk about the devil, Joda!”

Steward was out of the way, carefully said: “The devil Jonda is the master’s slave. When he was young, because of the good looks of the devil’s disguise, he was gifted as a servant and a costume owner. But his heart was poisonous and cunning, and he had done many evil deeds. I also want to seduce Miss Solangzm… When the master discovers the face of his disguise, he has to punish him…”

After the Da Lama listened to the matter, the secretive and the guards looked at each other and talked with the mind: “It seems that killing the two big lamas, the bloody case in Holy Land, is not the Qiongda. Huokang and him. The family only had some cursing curses. We had to catch the Qiongda and ask him if he knew the devil.”

When I finished, I came to the front of Huo Kang, gently smeared it on the forehead of Huo Kang’s grandfather with ghee, and sang the Sanskrit with the lama beside him… The Qiongda on the altar suddenly exposed the painful color and was bandaged with green scorpion. The doll has burned itself, he feels the pain from the deepest part of the body, and the summon comes to the devil’s ruthless backlash of his body.

Countless black blood, left from his seven shackles, the huge backlash brought by the curse was destroyed, is taking his life, this process is extremely painful, more than ten times more lively than a living suede. But such pain can’t make Jonda mourn.

He bit his tongue and pointed at the sky with a fuzzy choked voice. Shouted: “Buddha! Look at this world! Why are the most innocent people always suffering first? Why are the devils aloof and remote? If I am guilty, I am willing to be a nose, but the pure Gesang is innocent… You say that good and evil reincarnation, her soul is forever imprisoned in a human skin drum!”

“Where is Karmic Retribution? What are the good and evil reincarnations? Those who eat, hurt the lord, why can you continue to enjoy the afterlife? The poor people will suffer forever? Those faces are lamas, behind the devil, drinking human blood, imprisoning the souls of good people. The vicious devil can kill us by the world? The son of the serf is always a serf, and the son of the aristocracy is always a noble!”

The vitality of Joanda’s life is little by little, his hair is pale, his face is like an old man who is dying, but he still curses in the most resentful tone: “No matter who it is! Whether it is the devil or the god! Evil Still compassion! Just give me the power of revenge! I will give my soul to him! Jondah is here, swear by the soul!”

The last bit of strength, with the vows disappearing, with a little connection in the soul, Jonda saw that Huo Kang’s master was lying on the bed, dragging the body that had just lifted the curse, and devoutly kneeling at the foot of the big lama, seeing the Huokang family. Although the body still has discomfort, it has been able to warmly greet the guests of the Potala Palace.

I saw the big lama take out the familiar human skin drum, slap it, and feel that he burned the familiar soul on the human skin drum, followed the bloodline’s connection, sensing his position, and Qiongda wants to be angry, but Already unable to struggle, his body slowly slipped, squatted, planted in muddy water…

Looking at a bloody Manzhushahua, he grew up in front of himself.

A mournful voice sang: “The fire is burning, and the wrath of the heavens is wrath. I will take the knife from the world, and I will be able to make a roar and struggle. I wish all the powerless people can Five steps of blood splashing! Respecting the anger, is the last dignity of all beings, with the heart of infinite resentment, the wrath of anger, the burning of fire, the star of the moon, the white rainbow!”

Jonda felt a hot flame spewing out of his body, fueling resentment, burning his body and life, with the body’s secret demon mourning into fuel, endless power, let Qiongda vacate From the beginning, if the comet generally breaks through the sky, it flies to the side of its own soul.

In Huo Kang’s home, the big lama opened his eyes fiercely, shouted: “The devil, actually dare to come here!”

The big lama is holding Vajra, and his body rises sharply. Like a giant Vajra, he waves Vajra in the sky. The red lotus in the sky is wrapped in a scorpion, and the blood is burning in the blood eyes. The fists are wielded like hammers, and they slammed down toward the lamas. The general law of Vajra is actually broken like porcelain.

I think that if Vajra stone is generally free of impurities, I will encounter a fire, and the big lama will breathe. The soul will be drawn out by the fire. In the mourning, the fire will be burned out, the fire will be smashed, and the hands will be like a knife. Everything you see.

During the day and night, the herdsmen can see the direction of Huokang’s old manor, the red fire is red and the sky, and in the end, in countless red lotuses, such as the flames of the sea, a phantom that embraces a beautiful girl. Into a peaceful and peaceful world.