"Are you a clarifier?" Wei Fei's mind suddenly remembered a strange and bitter voice, "He may have been reincarnated, or he may still be hovering in the bardo...... The two points of green light merged into one, hovering up and down in Wei Fei's divine consciousness, and he didn't know what his intentions were.

Wei Fei calmed down, his spiritual power and wisdom had reached an extremely high level, and at this moment, his mental power had also entered the room, although it was still insufficient, but it was enough to protect his mind. "Who are you? Why did King Mingda pop up? ”

The voice snorted coldly in Wei Fei's consciousness, but he didn't answer, but an incomparably bloody breath rose up, Wei Fei seemed to feel that he was in a sea of bones and blood, a section of limbs that seemed to be dismembered, piled up on a platform, although messy, but the bones seemed to be full of artistic atmosphere, especially in the bloody sky, there was no resentment, but a faint kind of sacred solemnity.

"Heavenly Burial Platform ......" Wei Fei was even more vigilant, "Are you a resentful spirit or a yin spirit?" Although he does not have a thorough understanding of Tibetan secret culture, from a metaphysical point of view, the avenues are connected. One of the Tibetan secret traditions, the heavenly burial, is extremely mysterious and sacred, but all of this is still based on the power of faith, but there are always some people who do not have the power of will.

Therefore, even if the celestial burial is the most sacred tradition in the Tibetan secrets, there are still some people who are not willing to be dismembered by the celestial burial master and then eaten by the eagle, so on the celestial burial platform, the resentful spirit is the soul that has not been overdosed, and the yin spirit is the soul that has no wish and no desire, but cannot get rid of the soul of the heavenly burial platform. The Dharma is boundless. The light is shining, but there is still a place where it can't be measured, otherwise the king of Jizo Bodhisattva. It's long overdue to leave hell.

"What resentful spirit yin spirit ......" The light swirled again, and suddenly rushed straight towards the depths of Wei Fei's divine consciousness. Wei Fei's mental power, spiritual power, and wisdom power run at the same time, and the dragon vein, the number of techniques, the Taoism, and the talisman appear together, and the dragon vein transforms into heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, and the number of techniques shows the river Tuluo book, the yin and yang in the Taiji diagram change, and the golden light shines in the Dao talisman like a mountain.

However, the green light was still like a poisonous snake. Circling and entwining, he bypassed the mountains and rivers, the floating map and the talisman, and drilled straight to one place. Wei Fei couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded. These have already been learned by the poor himself, and he can't even stop this green light that looks like a yin spirit, "No, this should be a very strange wish." It seems to have been condensed with the help of some kind of flesh and blood. "Didn't stop though. But it did not hinder Wei Fei's analysis of the wisdom and judgment of the eye, this bit of green light was actually a very strange wish, but I don't know what method was used, absorbed enough blood and qi, and actually condensed and formed, and then when King Mingda died, it suddenly appeared and occupied King Mingda's body. And this desire is for the secret and for the hidden door. Even His Holiness knows a lot about it.

At this moment, that bit of green light had already rushed to the depths of Wei Fei's spiritual sea, there was no doubt that it had super magical powers, otherwise it would not be able to hide Wei Fei's discerning power, you must know that the real Mingda Dharma King's cultivation, Wei Fei had already seen it. Wei Fei condensed again, after all, this was within his own divine consciousness, and the origin of almost all his cultivation was here. He entered the Tao from the psychics, and the standard cultivation was not life-cultivating, and the lower dantian was almost empty, but the divine consciousness was extremely vast.

I don't know why, after comprehending Basang's eight tips of telekinesis, Wei Fei's favorite use is still "grasping the immortals", grasping the sky, grasping the ground, and grabbing people, the magic power of "grasping the immortals" is one of the two fundamental secret methods of Esoteric Buddhism, and the feeling of grasping out and controlling everything makes Wei Fei feel simple but practical, in fact, whether it is from Taoism or Tantra, the five fingers of people contain the origin power of the five kinds of heaven and earth, and the hidden truth in this grasp, Wei Fei understands it better than anyone else, he is just too lazy to think about it.

However, his five fingers were bent, and he grabbed it, and suddenly, a little white light shone in the depths of his consciousness, and then the innocent and cute little bald head image of the little living Buddha of Miri Bala suddenly appeared in the white light. I saw that the little living Buddha of Miribala suddenly smiled, "Nanka, after so many lifetimes of reincarnation, I finally waited for you." ”

Wei Fei was stunned, the mark left in his body by the little living Buddha Miribala had been in his body for a long time, but he didn't know that this mark could still be like this, as if he was waiting for that bit of green light. "Miribala, you're still so pretentious...... the voice snorted coldly, "Are you waiting for me?" Do you think I won't find you if I hide here? ”

The imprint of the little living Buddha of Miribala, of course, Wei Fei has explored it more than once, but what is presented is always the cute little bald image of the little living Buddha of Miribala, at this moment in the depths of Wei Fei's consciousness, the phantom of the little bald head does not seem to have changed, but a breath full of reincarnation and the vicissitudes of time made Wei Fei's heart shake, and he couldn't help but withdraw the grasp that he wanted to catch. "Gesang, is the cause of this cause and effect still unbroken?" The bald phantom of the little living Buddha shook for a moment, "At that time, there was the fate of that time, and today there is the fate of today." He stretched his body, and his hands began to slowly form handprints, and the feeling of time on his body became more and more obvious.

"Then and today?" A sneer came from that little green light again, "Mi Ribala, this is not like your heart, after you cast the spell that day, you resolutely reincarnated away, how decisive is it, do you think he ...... Is that the cause you've been waiting for? ”

Wei Fei suddenly felt cold, as if the green light seemed to have turned into a pair of eyes, glaring at him fiercely, although it was only in his consciousness, Wei Fei still had a feeling of numbness, as if he had been pricked by a needle, but he vaguely captured some information about the relationship from the brief conversation between the two.

It seems that I don't know how many lifetimes ago, Na Gesang and Mi Ribala were evenly rival opponents, and it seems that Na Gesang wanted to get something from Mi Ri Bala's hands, but Mi Ri Bala was proficient in spells, and he was extremely decisive, and he was reincarnated after dying with Na Gesang.

"Mizhbala, I can put aside the old grudges between you and me." Gesang said faintly, the little green light flickered, revealing a cold and incomparably cold aura, "Miri Bala, do you know what I want......" (to be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )