No one thought that it seemed to be reasonable that there was a heavenly burial platform in the back mountain of Zhuri Divine Mountain, the holy land of Esoteric Buddhism. Sky burial is the most sacred final destination in the minds of Tibetans, and although the alto achievement is no longer a secret method that requires empowerment, it is still not a person who does not have a guru who can practice on his own, so for ordinary Tibetans, the fact that he can be buried in this life is just like the Central Plains still wants to be buried under the current policy, and the tradition of burial is deeply rooted in everyone's soul.

"How is King Mingda?" At this moment, a voice came from the darkness, and then a faint light flashed, and I saw a few more people appear abruptly in a triangle.

"You're still alive?" After being stunned for a moment, His Holiness Mingda laughed, and at a glance he saw the last person standing. The man also smiled slightly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the muscles on his cheeks already indicated the age of this person, and when he laughed, he showed a mouth full of teeth, but they were neat and white, "Venerable Mingda, it is indeed me, but I am about to die." ”

His Holiness stared at the man for a long time before he spoke, "Who else in this world can kill you if I am gone?" Then he looked up thoughtfully at the sky, and after a moment he looked at the man, "Are you waiting here for me to kill you?" The atmosphere couldn't help but be weird, and behind those people, there was a faint smell of blood.

"Venerable Venerable Mingda, you didn't kill me decades ago, but I don't think that's mercy, and decades later, if you want to kill me, it's not so easy." The man smiled calmly, "King Mingda." I'd love to know, in addition to your clumsy fire, there are also magic tricks! ”

The corners of His Holiness Mingda's mouth went up. A wave of anger rose for no reason, he slowly raised his right palm, and pointed like a knife, "Do you know that there is a saying in the Sutra that it is called to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground?" When I opened the hidden door, I couldn't do it, and since then I have become a tantric practitioner. Tantra emphasizes supernatural powers, but the Sutra integrates many mystical mental methods of the Central Plains Daomen, such as the karma referred to by this butcher's knife. My life's wish is to hide in the door, so the first merit is important, but I can use your karma as a sword......"

He waved his right hand. The sound of Jin Rui breaking through the air sounded "whoosh". The few people standing in front of them seemed to be cut by a laser like in a science fiction movie, and their bodies suddenly split into several pieces, without flying blood or splashed minced meat, as if they were being slashed between the bones by a sharp scalpel. Broken down with incredible precision.

"What kind of supernatural power is this?" The man's eyes shrank, and he couldn't help but ask. But before his voice fell, there was a sudden "bang", and as if he had swallowed a grenade, a force burst out of his body, and like those people, he also turned into several piles of meat. As if in the faint starlight, it can be seen that the limbs of these people are all in a strange posture, stretched, as if waiting for something.

His Holiness Mingda put away his palm, "This is the butcher's knife, it is the work of your karma, your will, and your mental strength, and it has nothing to do with me. He walked on, but he ignored the strange smile on the face of the last man before he died. After walking a few more meters, a narrow hole suddenly appeared in the ground, and the smell of blood was almost everywhere, but for some reason His Holiness Mingda seemed to be unheard. Under the entrance of the cave is a step, King Mingda naturally stepped down, the step is only five or six meters deep, as far as the eye can see, even with the cultivation of King Mingda, but he can't help but be stunned for a moment, then I think why I came here intentionally or unintentionally?

This is a basement of less than ten square meters, the steps go straight up and down, the room is square, the small indoor for some reason the bloody breath is piercing, King Mingda vaguely felt that the blood in front of him rushed to the sky, like the Yangtze River again, the blood waves stacked, seizing people's hearts, "Hum Ma Ni Mi coax!" His Holiness Mingda recited the six-character mantra in his mouth, sealed the seal in his hand, and sat down cross-legged.

There was a corpse curled up in front of him, strangely just the corpse that looked like a fetus still in its mother's womb, apparently deliberately swinging into this position. But what was even more strange was that there was a knife next to the corpse, a short-bladed scimitar that looked extremely sharp.

His Holiness Mingda was silent for a long time, and then suddenly stretched out his hand and held the scimitar, and his whole body was shaken, and his Zen heart was lost, only to see him stand up, half-crouch next to the corpse, stretch out his left hand to measure the corpse for a moment, and then wave the knife with his right hand, and the blade pierced into the corpse. He seemed to be extremely skilled, and with a wave of his wrist, he immediately broke down the corpse into seven or eight pieces.

After doing all this, King Mingda's hands shook, the scimitar fell to the ground, and the fragments of the corpse that had been decomposed, "whew", flew out of the narrow basement hole, "Hahaha......" King Mingda looked up to the sky and smiled, although the laughter seemed extremely happy, but because of this, it revealed a strange feeling, "Red and white flowers bloom, red and white flowers bloom......

In the midst of King Mingda's laughter, there was a sudden "coaxing", and the body that had just been dismembered by King Mingda fell, and then someone laughed and said, "King Mingda, don't come to harm?" In the midst of the laughter, a figure also appeared like the wind, "Red and white flowers bloom, the cycle of life and death, could it be that His Holiness Minda finally realized the mystery of red and white flowers......

Venerable Mingda's eyes flashed, and then his mind seemed to fall into some kind of entanglement, he just nodded slightly, "I knew that you would definitely come to Zhuri Divine Mountain, but this is just the power of death, where are you born?" Where were you born? After muttering a few words, he suddenly looked at the person who came, "Although I am a tantric double cultivator, I can't compare to your authentic origin of the Central Plains Daomen, the cycle of life and death, the Buddhism has a lot to say, but the mystery between yin and yang seems to be more mysterious?" ”

The person who suddenly appeared was Wei Fei, and no one knew how he broke through the blockade of the Nyingma sect and came here to find King Mingda. I saw him ponder for a moment, "Venerable Venerable Mingda, the cycle of yin and yang, life and death are connected, death is the next step of life, it is like the sun rising and the moon setting, if there is no sunset in the western mountains, there will be no rising sun in the east, yin and yang are the ...... of reincarnation transformation"

Venerable King Mingda slowly closed his eyes, and only after a long time did he raise his head, "Yin and Yang alternate, the cycle of life and death, the Central Plains Daomen is really broad and profound, in just a few words, there is such a profound and mysterious truth, but ......" He frowned, his eyes gradually turned red, and after a while, it was as if there was a blood light projected out, "Red and white flowers bloom, red and white flowers bloom, how can red and white flowers bloom?" (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )