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Lu Lao Wu grabbed me tightly and blocked me in front, he almost went crazy: "You stinky monks, don't get close to me, or I'll kill him,"

Zimbabboken looked at him: "Donor, although you are the shadow of the ghost pupil, you are not unteachable, put down the butcher's knife and turn back to the shore, we are all waiting for you,"

"Fart," Lu Lao Wu's eyes were frighteningly red, and he grinned: "I can't get out anyway, it's enough to kill one,"

He leaned down and bit my neck, I screamed in pain, Lu Lao Wu absorbed people's souls and forcibly took away, using this trick, sucking my neck, and suddenly I began to be confused, my eyelids weighed like a thousand catties, and I was about to lose consciousness,

"Formation," I faintly heard Zimbabpoken shout,

Followed by the sound of the vajra brushing together, many lamas made a sound in unison, without specific syllables, it sounded like a labor trumpet, I could feel Lu Lao Wu obviously stiff, he let go of my neck, and I fell to the ground softly,

The morning sun fell on my face, shaking so much that I couldn't open my eyes, and in the infinite brilliance, I saw lamas in groups, forming a kind of regular formation, they shouted trumpets, and their dark red lamas' robes swayed in the sun,

Lu Lao Wu was like a trapped beast, he couldn't make a human voice anymore, and all that came out of his throat was a beast-like roar,

He wanted to rush out, and when he got close to the lama, several lamas erected vajra and put them together, forming an extremely strange pattern.

He kept trying to rush out, tried all angles and directions, and was all forced back into the circle by the lama.

I lay on the ground, my heart beating violently, my head was foggy, everything I saw was turned upside down and bizarre, and many strange impressions were formed in my eyes,

Zimba Poken said loudly: "Ghost pupil, you deceive the world, vain the heart of heaven, but you don't know that you yourself are the biggest delusion in the world, proverbial language, you are the biggest demon in the underworld, you really fall into the depths of the devil, if you don't wake up, you yourself will become a hell,"

With the voice of the old lama, I saw in a trance that a golden Dharma image faintly appeared in the air behind the lamas, this Dharma image was in the floating clouds, from my point of view, it was ten thousand feet high, I couldn't see where the real body of the Dharma Xiang was, and I couldn't open my eyes, I could only see six huge golden arms stretched out from my body,

I was simply stupid, two of the six arms were folded in front of the chest, two on the top of the head, and two knees were folded together to form a strange oval shape, the blue sky was long and white, this shape looked like an egg in the circle at the beginning of the creation of the world,

The group of lamas began to chant together, and thousands of lamas made a voice at the same time, hovering in a low voice, like a heavenly sound outside the world.

This situation is really good, but I think that there is no need to make a Lu Lao Wu such a big battle, just find an old lama to raise his hands and feet to kill him, this is also a bit of a knife to kill chickens,

Lu Lao Wuzhi stood in the circle surrounded by the lamas, looking up at the Dharma Picture in the air, his eyes were blood-red, motionless, like a statue,

In the next second, there was a sudden "bang", and the whole person exploded, turning into countless blood rain spraying in the air, and no one around him dodged, including me, all of them were drenched with their heads.

I almost vomited out the huge bloody gas, I looked at my hands, all blood, and my clothes were too, and when I looked up again, I saw Zimba Boken for the last time, this old lama stood in the front, drenched from head to toe, the whole person was like a blood gourd, and the blood was still dripping down his chin.

The old lama himself is so solemn and holy, but at this time he is covered with dirty blood, but there is a kind of ghost and demon that cannot be explained.

I couldn't hold on any longer, I fainted,

When I woke up again, I found myself sleeping in a Buddhist hall, the room was very small, there were light windows on all sides, there were no Buddha statues and shrines in the house, only incense burners emitting smoke, and the walls were full of piles of scriptures.

I rubbed my head, thinking about the past, it was really like a dream, it was like having a big dream, at this time, the wooden door was pushed open, and a little lama came in, with a bald head, I looked carefully, it was the little monk Dorje,

Dorje was holding a tray with two bowls on it, one of which was clear water, and the other was probably food, and he put the tray in front of me, and my stomach was growling, and I picked up the bowl to eat, and suddenly remembered that there were no chopsticks, so I asked Dorje for chopsticks, and Dorje looked at me a little strangely, and told me that this kind of food does not use chopsticks, it is grasped by hand,

I tried to grab it with my hands, but I felt that my hands were not clean, so I picked up a bowl with water and wanted to pour it on my hands, but Dorje immediately stopped me: "Wang Ci, water is for drinking, not for washing your hands."

"But how can I eat," I said depressedly,

Dorje crossed his knees on the opposite side and said slowly, "The heart is clean, the hands are naturally clean,"

I was noncommittal, and I didn't have the heart to argue with him, I was hungry, I shook the bowl in my hand, it seemed to be liquid food, and I didn't need to grab it, I poured it directly into my mouth, and I didn't know what kind of food it was in my mouth, similar to the bud rice paste in the Northeast, but it was not unpalatable.

After drinking half a bowl and having a bottom in my stomach, I asked Dorje how I got here.

Dorje told me that I fainted after the demon was subdued during the day, and I was going to be sent to the guest room in the monastery to rest, but the old lamas of Zimba Poken and Phuntsok said that if I fainted in front of the Golden Wheel Dharma, that is, there was an evil demon in my body, saying that I had a demonic nature in my body and could not enter the guest room, so I was sent to the reading cave in the back mountain to chant and read, when to get rid of the demonic nature, when to let me come out.

I was furious when I heard it, isn't this house arrest, why, I have a fart demonic nature, and I'm not possessed by a demon,

I stood up and walked around the house twice, snorting, even if I want to go, I can go back now, they can't stop me at all, I secretly looked at Dorje, the little monk sat not far away and looked at me,

I secretly mobilized the underworld mirage to go back, but I mobilized it several times, but it was useless, and I was still in the scripture hall.

Dorje smiled and said, "Don't bother, when this place was built a long time ago, the eminent monks in the temple laid down an enchantment, and all the spells didn't work,"

I looked at him: "You are breaking the law, do you know it?"

Dorje shrugged: "Don't come at me, it's those old lamas' orders,"

I ignored him, strode to the door, pushed it and walked out, but Dorje didn't stop me, and sat there.

Outside the door is a volley platform, I stood outside, by the moonlight in the distance, carefully looked at this place, here are houses built next to the cliffs, all are volleyed, each house is connected by a platform outside, which is covered with wooden ladders and stone steps, hooked into a network of houses,

The place where I am is quite high, look down by the railing, Kabu Noran Temple is far away from the mountain, the moonlight is cold at night, the temple can also see the lamas in twos and threes, several incense burners smoke out of the temple shrouded in the temple, a peaceful and dusty atmosphere,

I was fascinated by it, and I didn't know when Dorje stood behind me and said slowly, "It's not bad to retreat here, I'll bring you food every day, oh, by the way, it's a public toilet ...... at the end."

I ignored him, and walked along the platform to the end, where there were stairs that went straight up and down, and I went down cautiously to the next floor, and then down the floor, and when I looked up, Dorje was still standing on the same height, leaning against the railing and waving at me.

I held my breath and continued to walk down, it was too high here, a hundred meters, I was tired and stuck out my tongue, and finally walked to the bottom floor, and was about to go out, but I saw two tall lamas standing in front of me, one holding a vajra in his hand,

I was about to pass by, but two lamas stopped me and asked me a word, and they seemed to be in Tibetan, which I didn't understand, and they pretended to be stupid and gesticulated, and one of the lamas said in broken Chinese, "Do you have a letter from the master?"

I was stunned and shook my head,

The lama said, "I can't let you out without a supple, please retreat with peace of mind,"

The two of them didn't talk anymore, they just stopped in front, it was useless for me to explain, I wanted to break through, a lama reversed the vajra and slammed it on the ground, leaving a deep pit all of a sudden,

I wiped my cold sweat, these two people really dare to do it,

After grinding for more than an hour, the deeper the night, the more tired I came up, and I didn't bother to grind, I just wanted to sleep, so I had to go back the way I came.

But the original scripture room was too high, I was too lazy to climb up, I found a random one, pushed the door on the lock, and found another room, this time it was able to push open smoothly, it was very ?, only there was an oil lamp on the table, and a middle-aged lama was reading the scriptures by the lamp.

Seeing me recently, he didn't look surprised, but smiled and nodded, and then continued to look at himself,

I didn't dare to disturb him, and slowly exited the room,

"Here's a turnip and a pit," a voice sounded behind him,

I looked back and saw that it was Dorje, and Dorje smiled and said, "The scripture room here is either locked, or there is only one scripture reader, because the scriptures stacked in each room are different, who reads what scriptures, what problems to solve, these are all planned by the lama according to the actual situation, Wang Ci, the same is true of the scripture room you are in, so go back,"

I had no choice but to follow him and crawl back to the same place, after entering the room, Dorje helped me set up the desk, and then poured lamp oil into the lamp, he told me that tomorrow morning he would bring food, twice a day, one morning and one evening, so that I should not think too much, read the classics without distractions, and I would go out of the mountain after I was successful.