Shushan Fanwai two, the heavenly demon is angry

Qiongda Chiguo came out of the waterfall with his body, the Yarlung Zangbo River Gorge in southern Tibet is rich in rainfall, and the huge drop in the plateau terrain has created many natural waterfalls, at this time it is still early in the morning, the thin frost condenses on the stone ground, Qiongda cuts his palm with the edge of the vajra, and sprinkles the blood on the altar, which immediately forms a blood frost. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Long flags woven from the hair of dead people fluttered in the strong winds of the plateau, and the simple altar was only a pile of stones built from a pile of rubble.

Jonda drank a strange liquid mixed with the venom of mandala flowers, cows and sheep, poisonous snakes, poisonous scorpions, and poisonous centipedes, and smeared some mysterious runes on his body with red paint stained with his own blood.

If there are cultivators who are proficient in magic spells here, they can see that these are some simple asura magic urns, and many people in the side door will use them to sacrifice some side door magic weapons such as white bone flags and yin soul bags, but Qiongda's mana is shallow, and even to cast such a curse spell, he needs to squeeze his own life force.

Soon, under the influence of the narcotics mixed with those drugs, Jonda's consciousness fell into obscurity and confusion, and the magic urn on his body and this simple altar together hooked an inexplicable consciousness in the darkness.

Qiongda trembled, foaming at the mouth, chanting incantations in a chaotic and trembling tone, pulling all kinds of secret demons in the void down to the altar, a small man tied with barley stalks, dozens of miles away in a local nobleman's manor, the old man lying on the big bed, suddenly let out a terrible howl, his body was like being stung by an invisible poisonous insect, and there were black and blue wounds.

The guards in the manor with scimitars suddenly woke up, and in a panic they found the noble lama, holding the prayer wheel and reciting scriptures for the aristocratic old man by the bedside.

Seeing the old man sleeping, the middle-aged man next to him asked cautiously, "Master, is that devil still cursing his master?" ”

The lama was silent for a long time before he replied: "My magic power can only temporarily calm the pain of Lord Huo Kang, although it can stop the curse of the devil, but if this continues for a long time, Lord Huo Kang's condition will not improve, you should go to the master of the Jokhang Temple or the Potala Palace to calm this curse!" ”

The middle-aged Tibetan replied in a low voice, "The little master has already gone to invite the Grand Lama Sambuza...... Will time be able to buy the arrival of the Great Lama? ”

The lama pondered for a while and then ordered: "Give Master Huo Kang nectar pills, sacrifice to Dahetian every day with a mixture of a cow, a sheep, human blood, human intestines, liver, heart and lungs, hold water in a skull bowl, wipe his body, and smear his wounds with ghee and human oil...... It should last until two months later. ”

"That devil doesn't have much power, he's just more cunning and vicious, and the spells he learned from the Han people are not enough to compete with the power of the Buddha!"

The curse lasted for an hour, and the old man Huo Kang completely calmed down, tired and fell asleep, dozens of miles away on the mountain pass, Qiongda fell limply to the ground, he was sweating profusely, his tired body could even kill him with an antelope with its horns, Qiongda weakly climbed like a neatly stacked clothes next to him, and felt a rough gawu carved from wood from inside.

Tears suddenly welled up on Qiongda's tired face, and he whimpered in a low voice, and shouted weakly in Tibetan: "Gesang! Gesang! Eminem, Daddy! ”

In Tibetan, Gesang means good time, happiness and a good wish, and it is very rare for a serf to have a named daughter, and if she can be given this beautiful name, it represents the love and expectation of the family.

And this name, being used on a mute Tibetan woman, is even more rare.

Jonda's plump skin in the past, now sunken skin and bones, white hair like frost and snow on his temples, and deep wrinkles on his face, such a situation appeared in a young man in his twenties, which means that his essence and blood have been exhausted, and his life span has been greatly damaged, and it is conservatively estimated that he will not live for twenty years.

The medicinal properties of the mandala flower have not yet receded, and Qiongda rarely did not fall into a deep, bitter hatred recall, he pinched the worn-out gawu, and fell into a dream-like hallucination, he saw his beautiful sister, holding a Gesang flower in the sun, smiling as beautiful as an auspicious goddess, he dreamed of his father, Eminem, his face was blurred, the fragrance of butter tea, the sweetness of barley......

There is also the beauty and generosity of the dream girl Solang Tsomu......

Finally he saw a drum, a bone drum inlaid with lapis lazuli, red coral, and navy silver, and two yellowed drums, an old, unsightly, richly dressed lama slapping the drum, with a creepy smile, and Jonda trembling with fear, pulling his throat and wailing like a wolf.

He struggled on the sharp gravel ground, letting the sharp stone shards stab him with blood, leaving countless criss-crossing scars on his body, as if only such pain could remind him that he was still alive!

Blood smeared the humble altar, and Qiongda's resentment and anger sensed a picture of the Heavenly Demon painted in the underworld, depicting the curly sleeves of the Heavenly Demon King Bo Xun in the middle, the infinite yin demon and endless anger made the karmic fire red lotus under Bo Xun's feet burn, and the heavenly demons in all directions surrounded Qiongda and chanted: "Resentment of the suffering of the world, wrath of the Heavenly Demon Lord." The red lotus purifies the world with fire and burns all the Buddha land. ”

In Lord Hawthorne's manor, a majestic and noble lama hurried from the Potala Palace with dozens of Dharma Protector Lamas, and the serfs and servants in the manor were so frightened that they fell to their knees, and even the lama master invited by the housekeeper hurriedly came out of the room where the guests were entertained and prostrate at the feet of the great lama.

The Grand Lama sat on the upper seat, asked the Dharma protectors to carry Master Huo Kang's bed in front of him, looked at the panicked crowd, and said majestically: "The Grand Lama Sambuza has something to do and can't come, so he asked me to come here and talk about that devil Jonda!" ”

The butler came out and said cautiously: "That devil Jonda is a slave of his master, and when he was young, because of his good appearance in the devil's disguise, he was gifted as a servant and dressed as his master. But in his heart he was vicious and cunning, and he did many evil deeds, and he wanted to seduce Miss Solang Tsomu...... When the old man found out about his disguise, he wanted to punish him......"

After hearing what had happened, the Grand Lama secretly glanced at the Dharma Protectors and said with telekinesis: "It seems that it was not that Qiongda who killed the two Great Lamas and caused the bloodshed in the Holy Land. Hokang and his family have only fallen under some superficial curses, and we have to catch that Jonda and torture him to ask him if he knows the devil who committed the murder. ”

After speaking, he came to Huo Kang, gently smeared the butter on Huo Kang's forehead, and chanted Sanskrit with the lama beside him...... On the altar, Jonda's face suddenly showed pain, the puppet wrapped in barley had already burned on its own, and he felt the pain from the deepest part of his body, and the summoned devil ruthlessly devoured his body.

Countless blue and black blood, left from his seven orifices, and the huge backlash brought about by the breaking of the curse was taking his life, and the process was extremely painful, dozens of times more miserable than peeling the skin alive. But such pain could not make Jonda wail.

He bit his tongue, pointed to the sky with a muffled whimpering voice, and exclaimed, "O Buddha! Look at the world! Why are the most innocent people always the first to suffer? Why are the devils who harm people high? If I were guilty, I would be willing to fall into my nose, but the pure Gesang is innocent...... You talk about the reincarnation of good and evil, but her soul is forever imprisoned in a human skin drum! ”

"Where is karma? Where is the cycle of good and evil? Those who eat and harm people, why can they continue to enjoy in the next life? But the poor will suffer forever? Those vicious devils who are lamas on the surface, but devils behind them, who drink human blood and imprison the souls of the good, can kill us for life? The son of a serf, forever a serf, and the son of a nobleman, always a nobleman! ”

Qiongda's vitality passed little by little, his hair turned pale, and his face was like that of an old man who was about to die, but he still cursed in the most resentful tone: "Whoever it is! Whether it's the devil or the gods! Either evil or merciful! Just give me the power of revenge! I gave him my soul! Jonda is here, swear by her soul! ”

The last bit of strength disappeared with the oath, and with a little connection in the soul, Qiongda saw that the old man Huo Kang was lying on the bed, dragging the body that had just lifted the curse, prostrate at the feet of the great lama, and saw that although Huo Kang's family was still unwell, they were already able to greet the distinguished guests of the Potala Palace warmly.

Seeing the great lama take out the familiar human skin drum, beating it, feeling him burning the familiar soul on the human skin drum, following a little connection of the bloodline, sensing his position, Jonda wanted to be angry, but he was powerless to struggle, his body slowly slipped down, knelt down, and fell into the muddy water......

I watched a blood-red Manzhu Sawa grow out of front of me.

A compassionate voice sang, "The fire of karma burns the heavens, and the wrath of the Heavenly Demon Lord is wrathed." I hope that all the injustices in the world can be drawn and raised, and that all living beings in the world can roar and struggle. May all the powerless men be able to splash blood in five steps! Wrath is the last dignity of all living beings, with infinite resentment, wrath, burning karmic fire, comet hitting the moon, white rainbow through the sun! ”

Qiongda felt a blazing flame gushing out of his body, using resentment as fuel, burning his body and life, and the secret demon in his body wailed and turned into fuel, infinite power, so that Qiongda soared into the air, like a comet, piercing the sky, flying towards the side of his soul sense.

At Huo Kang's house, the big lama opened his eyes violently and shouted, "Devil, you dare to come here!" ”

The big lama holds the vajra, the body is suddenly three feet high, like a giant vajra, waving the vajra to the sky, the red lotus karmic fire in the sky wraps a skeleton, roaring up to the sky, the eyes are burning with blood-red flames, the fists are waved like hammers, and the lama is smashed down, and the esoteric vajra-like dharma is actually broken like porcelain.

The mind that thought it was as unadulterated as a diamond was burned with karmic fire, and the great lama took a breath, and his soul was pumped out by the karmic fire, and burned out in a wail, and the karmic fire skeleton, his hands were like knives, wantonly slashing everything he saw.

This day and night, the herdsmen can see the direction of Huo Kang's manor, the red fire stains the sky, and finally in the countless red lotus, like the other side of the flower sea of flames, a skeleton embraces the phantom of a beautiful girl, into a peaceful and peaceful world.