My Weird Life

  Chapter 796 High and low (12)

  A beam of faint light shines into the hall through the slightly opened window hole, but it reflects the hall even deeper.

  The four walls of the large hall are embellished with various rare mineral colors and outline the real shapes of various gods of the religion. Those pictures are colorful and will not fade for a long time.

  A wooden pillar supports the dome.

  The wooden pillars are also carved with various complicated patterns.

  Complicated, obscure, and gorgeous patterns are all over the walls, carpets, and domes, so that this spacious hall is a little crowded surrounded by all kinds of gorgeous patterns.

The tall old man with lion-like hair sat cross-legged on the cast copper seat, looking at the 'Zhuogong Benka' who was kneeling on the ground with his palms on the ground, saluting to him like a pig and dog. The old man's pitch-black The light in the eyes flowed: "When Zhang Zhung was destroyed, the gods and gods were broken into pieces and absorbed by Tubo.

  After that, he once again occupied a high position in the Tubo Dynasty, ruling all the people's livelihood, foreign wars, and noble marriages in the Tibetan area.

  Like the method said by the 'prophet', our religion has done it once before.

  From the looks of it now, it is necessary to go through another reincarnation.

  Next Era——It seems that the one who dominates the secret storage area will be the "Tankism", but it must be the Tanzanism that is integrated with our gods and spirits. "

   After saying this, the lion-like old man fell silent.

  Zhuo Gongbenka lowered his head and didn't say much.

  After a long time, the old man slowly asked Zhuo Gongbenka: "The prophet, did you ever tell me about my fate? What should it be like?"

   "...I dare not say." Zhuogong Benga looked up at the old man, and whispered something.

The old man grinned, picked up an exquisite wine vessel from the table in front of him, and drank the unknown liquid in it. He licked the blood stained on his lips, and his pale face gradually turned red: "I let you say , you can say it."

   Zhuo Gongbenka lowered his head and said in a low voice: "The prophet said—even with the method he said, it can only preserve most of the power of the Shenling Benjia, but cannot preserve the entire power of the Shenling Benjia.

   Cannot fully maintain the authority and status of the present religion. "

   "I understand this." The old man nodded.

   "He also said that even if this is the case - 'Zhong Ji Jie Xiang' must die.

  It’s just a decent death..." Zhuogong Benka finished the next few words quickly, then lowered his head, not daring to say more.

   "I will still bring some nobles and Duben divisions to fight against King Zanpu.

  —Only in this way, the other people who taught Shenlingben turned to Tantra, and turned to the monks from Tianzhu, will not be overly suspicious by King Zanpu. "The old man's face became a little cold. He looked at the wine vessel full of blood-red 'wine syrup' on the table and said, "Since the prophet said it, he is willing to give the lives of innocent people whose hands have not been stained." 'The gods of this religion teach a way to live—

  No matter what, it is a good thing.

  You pass the secret word of 'under that hill' to the whole church.

  Whether someone is willing to go to 'under that hill' depends on their fate. "

"yes."

   Zhuogong Benga nodded.

  The old man said again: "You go out.

   Ask the waiter outside the door to summon all my children and grandchildren. "

   Zhuo Gongbenka bowed his head to the ground again, slowly exited the magnificent hall, and passed on the instructions of Prime Minister Zhong Jie to the "Master Shi Du" who was waiting outside the door, and the servant left in a hurry.

   Not long after, the spacious and magnificent hall was filled with aristocratic men and women dressed in silk and satin.

  Among men and women, there are older ones with gray hair, and they don’t even look as young as Zhong Jiexiang, who sits at the top. The younger ones are even just one or two years old, and they are still being breastfed by young women.

   "Why didn't Dawa come?" Zhong Ba's show light swept across all the people present, and asked the children and grandchildren who were talking loudly.

   As soon as he spoke, the noisy discussion in the hall suddenly died down.

  The men and women looked at each other for a while.

A man stretched out his hand to gesture to Zhong Jijie, and after getting Zhong Jijie's nod, he said: "Father, Dawa was married into the home of the great lord 'Langlong' by you three days ago, to be Langlong's seventh wife gone."

   "I remember now." Zhong Jijie responded, and turned to look at the young woman holding a one-year-old baby.

  The appearance of that young woman is somewhat similar to that of Zhong Jijie.

  Among the descendants and grandchildren of "Maxiang's Zhongjiejie" present, quite a few were born with mutilated limbs, blind eyes, or albinism and other diseases.

   "You don't have to breastfeed Lamba yourself.

  Just let his nanny do it. " Zhong Jijie said to the young woman.

  The young woman hugged the child and bowed to Zhong Jijie: "I see, father."

"Langba is more than one year old. As a father, I haven't hugged him a few times." Zhong Jijie talked a lot today. He looked at the child in the young woman's arms and stretched out his arms, " Come, bring Lamba here."

  The young woman responded quickly, carried the child lightly across the hall, and handed her youngest son to her father.

  She took advantage of the situation and sat next to her father.

  Zhong Jijie held the baby in his arms, shaking his arms slightly. He teased the baby in his arms for a while, then raised his head, and the baby in his arms was consciously picked up by the young woman.

   "I called you all here today.

  There is something to announce to you. Zhong Jijie swept the faces of all men and women in the field, and under the gaze of all his descendants, he said aloud, "The secret **** monk from Tianzhu had formal contact with the cronies sent by King Zanpu last night. "

  Many people in the hall heard the words, and suddenly changed their faces.

   "Can't Wizard Beast Dragon Chi Duben stop him?"

   "Father can send Shanlongchi, or even Qishanlongchi witch to kill him!"

"King Zanpu had invited the secret monk from the Nalanda Temple in Tianzhu before, but that time the secret monk was forced to return to Tianzhu, and this time he invited the Jinglian secret monk - he is determined Make it right with us!"

  The children and grandchildren were noisy.

Zhong Jijie frowned slightly, and said: "The Jinglian monk from Tianzhu ate the 'sacrifice book' of four beast dragon Chi Duben shamans—his strength was not as good as those four beast dragon Chi Duben shamans, but At the critical moment, he was able to turn bad luck into good fortune. If Shanlongchi and even Qishanlongchi witches were sent to surround him at that time, the result would be the same.

  He may be a little embarrassed at first, but he must be the one who wins in the end.

  —Because he is the "mandate of heaven" of the secret storage domain today. "

  The nobles of the Maxiang clan fell silent after hearing what Zhong Jijie said.

  Zhong Jijie went on to say: "I used the last book of the Shenlingben's teaching, the 'Catheria spinosa leaf book', and the prophecy in the book is that Monk Jinglian will directly surrender the 'Underground Ten Thousand Dragon King' in the near future."

  Kangqinsang Mountain collapsed, and Zhong Jijie himself was buried alive, but he did not disclose it to his descendants.

   So as not to distract people.

  But even the news that Monk Jinglian will surrender the underground Wanlong King Ben in the near future still shocked everyone, and they dared not speak anymore.

   Among the six dragon kings, 'Nianga Dragon King' is the highest, and 'Underground Dragon King' ranks in the middle.

  However, even so, among the legendary six dragon kings, no one from the Shenlingben Sect has been able to successfully refine any of their magical artifacts and merge with them!

   It can be said in the book of prophecy that Jinglian will become the one who conquers the underground dragon king Ben!

  This news made the descendants of the Maxiang family feel very uncomfortable. Thinking about the current situation, it is inevitable to feel a strong sense of frustration.

   "The demise of the Ben religion is imminent.

  The descendants of the Maxiang family need to find a way out for themselves. Zhong Jijie stood up and said, "I have a way of life for you now, but if you want to take this way of life, you have to give up all your current power, wealth, and status."

  The way of life, or 'under that hill'. "

   "Under that hill?"

   "Which hill is it under?"

  Everyone whispered.

  The vast majority of people were confused, and they didn't know where Zhong Jijie's words "under that hill" pointed, so they turned their attention to Zhong Jijie for consultation.

  However, there are still a small number of people who, after hearing the words "under that hill", are either thoughtful or their eyes are slightly bright.

  After Zhong Jijie uttered those four words, he paid close attention to the reactions of all his descendants.

He saw those heirs whose eyes were shining after he said those four words, so he wrote down their faces one by one, and then asked: "Can you find 'under that hill'? It is up to you to embark on this path of life.

  In addition to other ways of life, only we can open up by ourselves. "

  After exhorting,

  The descendants of Ma Xiang came out of the hall one after another.

  Zhong Jijie looked at the backs of the sons and sons whose eyes shone brightly after hearing the word "under that hill". He didn't ask the sons anything, and let them leave the hall.

Turning to walk into the hall together, several servants who followed the example of pigs and dogs prostrated themselves on the ground and said: "Dongxiong, Langkan, Zongtanri, Jebu, Tashi Dorje... After my sons and grandsons Wherever you go, you must monitor closely."

  …

  In a simple living room.

   An oil lamp squats on a stained table.

The peasant woman cautiously brought a wooden tray with a piece of highland barley cake on it. She pushed the wooden tray to the big monk with a mustache, a pointed hat, and a bright yellow cassock. She folded her hands and said in a low voice: "May the Buddha benefit from it."

   Then,

  She hurriedly left the main hall again.

   Not long after, tsampa and tea were brought in, and they were placed on the table.

  The peasant woman, her husband, son, and pregnant daughter-in-law all knelt beside the square table, waiting respectfully for the big monk with a mustache to enjoy the few meals left in their family.

The big monk with mustache picked up the highland barley cake, took a bite, frowned, put down the hard cake, glanced at the tsampa and tea, turned to look at the family kneeling on the side, and said kindly: " I see a hen in your chicken coop."

  The farmer's woman was embarrassed when she heard the words.

  The farmer scratched his head, and said in a naive voice: "The chicken didn't lay any eggs today, and the eggs laid in the past were all left to the daughter-in-law.

  You want an egg—when that chicken lays an egg tomorrow morning, I'll bring it to the Buddha. "

  The big monk nodded when he heard the words, and didn't say any more, and didn't move the food on the table.

  He stood up, smiled and said to the four members of the family: "I'm full, you can take the rest of the meal yourself."

   "My Buddha is merciful!"

   "My Buddha is merciful!"

  The whole family knelt down and bowed down.

   Watching the boots on the monk's feet move, he walked out of the dilapidated room.

  Outside the house, the sky was gloomy.

  Jing Lian looked up at the sky, walked through the fenced yard of the dilapidated stone house, turned his head to look at the hen nestling in the coop, and whispered to himself: "Serving without piety is the same as having no service.

  My Buddha is merciful..."

  He walked towards his palanquin not far away.

   Around the palanquin, a group of monks gathered again to carry the sedan chair, proclaim the Dharma, raise the flag, and hold the umbrella for him.

  In the stone house, there were sudden coughing sounds one after another.

  The coughing sound intensified.

  (end of this chapter)