I was awake that I was in a dream, but I couldn't wake up directly from the dream.

I seem to have entered my own memory, and I seem to be wandering outside the Three Realms.

One city after another was reduced to ashes under the palm of my hand, and all the creatures were reduced to minced meat, and the flesh and blood all over the ground stained the earth red, and the sun shone on it, reflecting it in the sky, and it seemed to pollute the sky.

The faint red, a little bit of scratching, I felt very numb, looking at so many deaths, I didn't feel at all.

Until—

Familiar faces appeared in front of me, including my parents in my life, my grandfather, and friends and classmates I knew. They walked towards me with weird smiles on their faces.

I stood quietly until Qin Luo suddenly descended from the sky, with a trace of pity and misery on his cold face, and he looked at me so condescendingly, with a strong aura of judgment.

I felt like my legs were imprisoned, and it seemed as if only my eyes were still under my control.

Standing like this, a strong aura of danger enveloped my whole body, and all my pores opened and became cold.

"Arlo..."

"Anzhi, you die, it's good for everyone if you die!" Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my lower abdomen, and I looked down at his hand in disbelief, it was an incomparably sharp dagger, painted with black toxins that belong to the demons, and it pierced directly into my body, devouring my life force little by little.

"You!" The blood slowly flowed down the large hole in my lower abdomen, and my consciousness began to blur.

Suddenly, my shoulders sank, and the scene in front of me collapsed instantly, and I met the young man's eyes full of worry, and I realized that I had finally woken up from a dream.

"Mother, you're having a nightmare." Ling'er said lightly, and called the stewardess to give me a glass of warm water.

Glancing at the watch on my wrist, I realized that it had only been half an hour, but the whole consciousness had been tested in the plane, and there was no trace of the demon's breath at all.

I told Ling'er about my dream, and the boy fell into that long silence again, and the expression on his face became more and more nervous, and after a long time, he spoke again.

"Mother, don't be afraid, there is me... If there really is such a day, I hope you don't blame me, I may kill Qin Luo with my own hands! ”

Ling'er's voice was low, like a feather, gently brushing my cheek.

My heart was pounding, and I was about to open my mouth several times, but my mind was blank, as if I had aphasia.

I don't know if this dream was guided and manipulated, or if it was my own warning, after all, 100,000 years ago, when I was bored, I also fell asleep for a long time, and I relied on dreaming to pass the time. Every time I have a nightmare, something happens in the world and I need to reconcile.

The first half of the dream this time is the same as the ones in my memory, but in the back, I can't think of killing me, Qin Luo will kill me? Is it possible?

Ling'er didn't speak, so I had to close my eyes again, but this time, I couldn't sleep at all.

......

Because the snow-capped mountain he said is not an ordinary scenic area, and it is not famous.

The name is also very simple, Daqing Mountain, but it is a little snow-white.

On the way to the car, I looked through the materials of Tibetan Buddhism, also known as Tibetan Buddhism, or Lamaism, which refers to the branch of Buddhism introduced to Tibet. It belongs to Northern Buddhism, and Han Buddhism and Southern Buddhism are called the three major geographical systems of Buddhism, which belong to Mahayana Buddhism, but take Tantric inheritance as its main feature

。 Tibetan Buddhism does not have a Theravada tradition, and although the Sarvastivada and Sutra Sutras have had a certain influence on the formation of Tibetan Buddhism, they are not the same in terms of Buddhist practice and precepts, nor are they directly and necessarily related. From the perspective of Mahayana Buddhism, Tibetan Buddhism Esoteric Buddhism and Mahayana Buddhism are obviously relative.

Especially in the Tibetan Buddhist way of cultivation, many people will choose to do penance, through fasting or hiking to cleanse their minds, so as to get closer to the gods, it is said that in this way, their hearts will be cleaner.

I'm not a Buddhist, but I respect their beliefs.

Through the car window, from time to time, you can see the lamas walking on foot, their clothes are ragged, but their steps are firm, and their eyes are full of wisdom, which makes people awe-inspiring.

The winding mountain road, even if you sit in a modified car, your body will still bump along with the undulating road.

I was a little sick to my stomach, and then I directly pasted an invisible charm to myself and sat on the roof of the car, and by the way, I better enjoyed the surrounding scenery, I have to say, Tibet is the cleanest place I have seen, everything is so pure.

The blue sky, the marshmallow-like clouds, seemed to be within reach, but they were so far away.

I suddenly envied the eagle in the sky, so free and easy, so free.

Finally, in the evening of the next day, we crossed the long Gobi Desert and came to the foot of Daqing Mountain.

From the bottom of the mountain, only a little green onion can be seen below, and the top is covered with snow. There is only a small temple, standing alone in the middle of the mountain, which is extremely striking in this white.

The sunset dragged the heavy footsteps away the last warmth, and the air became thin and cold, so I tightened my cotton clothes, changed into special equipment for mountaineering, and began to climb up the mountain step by step.

This is also the rule here, you can't drive to the temple, you can only walk, otherwise it is a symbol of disrespect.

Fortunately, the mountain road is not too steep, and I can walk very quickly as a beginner, and at eight o'clock, I finally saw the panoramic view of the temple.

On the walls, the most obvious is the roulette wheel and the deer. It symbolizes that Buddhism is endless, and all things have Buddha nature. It is also to commemorate the Buddha's first spin wheel in the wild deer park, and a pair of docile deer knelt down to listen to the Dharma. Wen stood quietly in the center of the temple in front of the main hall.

Around the temple, prayer flags were hung with scriptures printed on them, and they were usually hung in places where the wind was strongest, and as long as the wind was together, these things would also move in the wind, as if they were reciting these scriptures.

Su Hang introduced to us that the residents here are basically followers of Buddhism, and their daily lives are in the stone houses built by themselves next to them, as for food, the temple here will provide it, of course, as long as you want, he will also provide it to those who climb the mountain.

I didn't rush in, but turned around, as he said, the people here are extremely simple and pure, but the only thing I can't understand, this temple is also in the middle of the mountain, and it is also this barren and populated place, how can the incense be so prosperous, you must know that I just glanced at it casually, the Buddha statues in there are all real pure gold, and the purity does not need to be calculated by the scale on the market.

"Distinguished guests, the master invites you to come in and have a meal together, and after 9 o'clock, the master of the kitchen will rest."

A crisp voice interrupted my thoughts, and when I looked down, I saw a delicate little lama standing at the door looking at us, with a lovely smile on her round face, which made people feel very kind when they looked at it.

I looked at Ling'er, Ling'er nodded, and we walked in together.

In order to avoid colliding with the gods here, I deliberately put away the natural coercion and spiritual power on my body, but I didn't expect to be noticed.

An old lama was sitting in the snow, his arms and legs were exposed, and the snowflakes flying in the sky seemed to have eyes, which should have fallen on him, but at the moment they were directly floating to the side.

"Your Excellency!" The old lama slowly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and smiled, because he was too old, his lips had begun to purse together, and the lines touched the heart meridian, and the terrible thing was that his teeth had also fallen out, and at this moment, it was empty and dark.

If it weren't for the rich, holy light on him, I would have suspected that I had gone on the wrong set.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he calmed down: "The master should be the one who wrote the note to Su Hang." ”

"It's just that I see that although the master looks old, he has profound skills, why don't you just go and get those corpses out, isn't the most important thing in Buddhism a kind and charity?"

I followed his example and sat down cross-legged in the snow, which can be regarded as a sign of my respect for the old man.

Hearing my words, the old lama nodded first, and the corners of his mouth cracked in an even greater arc.

"Your Excellency the Goddess is right, I can shoot directly, but I watched the sky at night a while ago and found that the light of the alien star in the northwest direction is getting stronger and stronger, while the Goddess yours has always been hidden in the fog, sometimes strong and sometimes weak."

"Later, I used my remaining 30 years of life to directly calculate a heavenly opportunity, and I also got some revelations, that is, I need to give you something, so I let you come."

"As for the address, you don't have to be surprised, our lamas and the Gu family have special contact information, so knowing the address, I will go immediately, my disciple is still young, if Your Excellency the Goddess is willing, take him away."

"What?" I cried out in surprise, and at the same time, Ling'er also quickly rushed over, grabbed the wrist of the old lama who was still talking, and began to twist his beautiful eyebrows together.

whispered to me; "Mother, he didn't lie, his longevity is really running out, I'm afraid he will die in 3 days."

I stared at the old man opposite, with mixed feelings in my heart, the west he said was not where Kunlun was.

I'm afraid that the power of the demon has grown again, and as for mine, my life has begun to mess up.

"Master, why do you bother, since you know my identity, you naturally also know my magic weapon, I already have the Yin and Yang Book, other magic weapons, even if they are powerful, they may not be suitable for me."

"No, this magic weapon is not for you! It's for the husband you brought to you, you have also stayed in the underworld, you should have heard the "Six Paths of Reincarnation", right? ”

I was stunned, and quickly searched in my mind, as if I had seen it in the underworld, which was the treasure of the underworld, and it was hanging in the main hall of the Great Hades Palace. What does this old lama do?

As if sensing my doubts, a gleam erupted in his eyes.

Directly in my head, it said, "That's a fake!" Imitation. ”

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Original version: Six realms of reincarnation: It is the image of the reincarnation theory created by Shakyamuni Buddha, which shows that in the innermost circle are chickens, snakes, and pigs, representing the three poisons of greed, ignorance, and ignorance; The second circle is divided into two semi-rings, black and white, representing (black) bad karma and (white) good karma. The third circle is the path of the three virtues: the heavenly path, the humanitarian path, and the asura path; The following are the three evil paths: hell, hungry ghosts, and animal paths. The fourth circle is the 12 karma. Spirit Pagoda. After the death of the living Buddha with a high level of practice, the tower burial can be carried out according to the ancient system. It is to enshrine the remains of the living Buddha in the pagoda. This is the highest level of funeral.

In this book: A very special magic weapon.