I was escorted by the monk through the crowd to the front.

Guru Daralim was extremely majestic, looking at me condescendingly, and the scene was silent.

Guru Daralim pointed at me and said something loudly in Tibetan, and his voice spread throughout the courtyard. He was full of energy, and his voice was buzzing, like a drum beating a bell.

Everyone looked at him quietly, and they could really hear the needle.

Guru Daralim said a few words to the monk who was escorting me, and the monk pushed me up to the high platform and came to Yehi's side.

Yexi's face was pale, and he sighed incessantly. I looked at the others and asked him in a low voice what Guru Daralim was saying.

Ye Xi smiled bitterly: "He wants to burn the body in front of everyone, and then sentence you and me to the crime." ”

I was stupid: "What can we be guilty of?" ”

"He wondered about the origin of the prayer wheel," said Yehee, "and now that Master Sangluo is in a coma, and no one has explained it to me, I can only bear this sin." As for you, they will inform the local authorities and then expel you from Tibet, and you will be listed as the least persona non grata in the area, and I am afraid that you will not be able to set foot here again for the rest of your life. ”

"What's that?!" I almost jumped up: "What are you kidding." ”

I couldn't have come to Tibet often, and it was estimated that it would be almost the same once in a lifetime, but if there was a restriction suddenly, I felt that I had suffered a big loss, which was similar to the limit, and I couldn't drive on the road every day, but there was a restriction clause, and I immediately felt uncomfortable if I didn't drive.

"Are you kidding about that?" "I'm afraid I won't be able to stay any longer, I'll be sent back to Switzerland, and my monastic career will come to an end." ”

As we were whispering, the two monks looked at us viciously and scolded loudly, but Yexi shook his head lightly and said nothing.

Guru Dalali said a lot, then turned his head and nodded at the monk, who blew the horn, his voice was low and loud, piercing the sky, and the siren circled around the whole courtyard, there were so many people at the scene, there was not even a single cough.

Finally, Guru Daralim shouted a few simple notes, and Yehi's face became pale, "It's going to be burned." ”

Several monks stepped forward, holding torches in their hands, and the wind rose in the courtyard, blowing the flames and bubbling, and the fire was dazzling during the day. They came to the pyre and threw their torches into it.

At this moment, Yexi suddenly roared, the voice was very abrupt, everyone heard it, and the monks who set the fire also stopped.

I don't have to understand what he's saying, he's preventing the burning of corpses.

Guru Darali turned his head to look at him like an eagle, and said something sharply, and Yahi pleaded hard.

Guru Daralim stopped talking nonsense with him, and with a wave of his hand he was about to give another order, and Yaxi began to struggle, shouting loudly and hoarsely, and the monks over there could barely hold him.

Guru Daralim came to his side and roared suddenly. I was right next to Yexi, and the voice rushed to me, and in an instant, my brain buzzed, as if it had exploded, and Venus was popping up in front of me.

Could it be that this is the legendary "lion's roar"?

But Jess seemed undisturbed and continued to struggle, pleading bitterly with his teacher.

Unmoved, Master Darali came to the high platform and shouted at the monk who was lighting the fire below.

At this moment, in the group of monks below, thirty or forty children silently walked out, the oldest was no more than twenty years old, they gathered in a team, came to the firewood pile, held hands and circled around, silently surrounded the firewood pile.

I stood on the high platform, and I didn't breathe, and I recognized that these little monks were my teammates who had played football with me, and they were also Yehe's companions, and they were all reincarnated Rinpoche.

At this most difficult moment, they resolutely stepped out of the crowd and chose to stand with Yexi, surrounding the firewood with their bodies and preventing the corpses from being burned.

There was a great uproar among the monks, and the crowd began to stir, all rushing here. Although these little lamas are not very old, they are transcendent, they are all Rinpoche from previous lives, and each of them has a background, so it has a great impact.

Guru Daralim clutched a string of Buddhist beads tightly in his hand, his eyes were on fire, he obviously did not expect that these young people would openly disobey him.

Yexi stopped shouting, looked at his companions below, looked at the young faces, his eyes were red, and tears flowed out.

Guru Darali groaned slightly, walked to the edge of the high platform, and jumped down. This big fat man can have more than 200 pounds, but he can lift his legs and land without any concern, and this sharp strength is not mentioned.

He walked a few briskly to the firewood pile, snatched the torch from the monk's hand, and walked straight over, and the little monks in a circle were watching him.

The guru grabbed one of the little monks and pulled it hard, pushing it to the ground. At this time, the other little monks stopped doing it, and they all gathered around, and there were immediately a few more monks around Master Dalalim to protect him, and the two camps faced each other against each other.

The monks were very restrained, but they looked at each other angrily and did not move, the atmosphere was quite tense, and only the sound of burning flames could be heard at the scene.

Guru Daralim strode to the pyre, looked at the corpse, and threw the torch into it without hesitation. The fire must have been drenched with oil, and when it was touched, the blue flames sprang up violently, and quickly swam and spread in the gap between the firewood piles.

After a while, the entire firewood pile was engulfed in flames, and in an instant, the flames soared into the sky, and waves of heat rushed to the face.

The white cloth on the corpse flew up suddenly, revealing the dirty, old black robe underneath.

With the fire, billowing black smoke came out, and at first the corpse could still be faintly seen, but after a short time, it was completely drowned in the smoke of the sea of fire, and it was no longer visible.

Everyone watched the fire in silence. Yexi's body instantly went limp, and he muttered something in his mouth, which probably meant that it was over.

Guru Daralim folded his hands, bowed his head slightly towards the fire, and began to chant the sutra, which should mean transcending the soul.

Smoke billowed and the fire was pressing, and the courtyard was silent, and everyone watched quietly. After a while, some monks lowered their heads and were also chanting scriptures, at first a few people, and then more and more, and the sound of chanting was connected, and the whole courtyard seemed to be like an airfield, making a humming and low sound.

At this time, suddenly the voice of the scriptures was disordered, and many people covered their noses with unbearable expressions on their faces.

I condescended to see a very strange scene, in which the billowing black smoke from the firewood pile, which at first drifted into the sky, now began to spread horizontally like ripples in the windless state.

It spread like radiation in the crowd of people in the courtyard, accompanied by black smoke, and an unbearable strange smell, even I could smell it, almost everyone could smell it, what was this smell like, a little similar to the smell of burnt paste, and there was a burst of strange aroma in it, and the overall description was like over-roasted pork.

I was wondering when I suddenly heard the sound of "poof" and "poof", and some of the monks closest to the firewood fell to the ground and fainted.

Immediately after that, with the firewood pile as the center, it spreads to the periphery, and the fainting is like a virus, and it quickly infects the crowd. From time to time, some monks couldn't hold on, and "poof" fell to the ground and never moved again. Some monks are shaking their bodies and struggling to support themselves, while others are meditating cross-legged and relying on meditation to regulate pranayama and fight.

At this moment, the two monks who grabbed me showed a drunken flush on their faces, and their bodies shook, and they fell to the ground, never moving again.

Ye Xi grabbed me and pushed me out, he was also a little bad, gasping for breath, trying to say: "Lin, Lin Cong, hurry, go quickly!" ”

After saying this, he slowly slid to the ground, his head drooped, and he fainted.

I stood on the high platform, my heart was pounding, cold sweat was oozing from my head, wondering, why didn't I react?

At this moment, there were almost no more people standing in the entire courtyard, and thousands of monks were all recruited and lay on the ground. Most of them were wearing crimson monk's robes, and at this moment they were all together, and the scene looked like a huge demonic flower in full bloom.

There were only a few people in the crowd who were still meditating cross-legged and did not fall, and among them was Guru Daralim, who was the highest and presumably the strongest in his practice.

I walked slowly down from the stage into the crowd, step by step to the firewood still burning in the center.

I came to the Guru's side, and he looked up at me, and the expression on his face was indescribable, like a plea for help, as if he was repentant. In the next second, he slowly closed his eyes and his body softened.

Immediately after that, in the end, the remaining monks with superb cultivation did not hold on, and they all fell down one by one.

There are thousands of people in the huge courtyard, and I am the only one who can still stand on the spot at this time.

The firewood pile was burning, the firewood made a "crackling" sound, and the black smoke gradually drifted out in the courtyard, scattered in the air, and disappeared.

I don't know how long it took, the fire gradually weakened, burned for a while, and finally extinguished, the firewood pile at the scene was almost burned into a pile of black charcoal, and the body was long gone, leaving only an extremely unpleasant smell.

I was a little shaky and shaky, not to faint, but to be smoked by the smell.

Strange, why am I okay?

I suddenly remembered that during the escort, when I was in meditation, I once saw Guru Padmasambhava, and he touched my forehead with his sword finger, could it be related to this image? I got some kind of inheritance from him?

Due to various problems, the address has been changed to a new address to avoid getting lost

The content of the chapters on the web version is slow, please download the iReading app to read the latest content

Please exit the transcoding page and download the iReading app to read the latest chapters.

The new provides you with the fastest Hades password update, Chapter 434 Fallout Free Read.