My grandfather told me that Buddhism is divided into Zen Buddhism and Tantra, one is biased towards mind cultivation and the other is biased towards self-cultivation.

This is also the so-called Mahayana, Hinayana and Vajrayana distinction.

Tantra is practiced by Vajrayana, which advocates becoming a Buddha in one body.

The apologetics of this lineage are different from the Zen Buddhism in the mainland, they are dressed in red robes and hold iron rods, and the mantras on the iron rods are dense and extremely complex.

I once read a record that said that more than 100 years ago, countless snow corpses walked down the glacier to absorb the spirit of the shepherds. Everywhere he went, there were countless dead and wounded.

When an apologetic monk heard about it, he led his disciples over the mountains and mountains to rush to the place where the incident occurred.

After arriving, it coincided with the arrival of snow corpses, carrying the wind and snow, whistling by.

The red-clothed master held a tantric iron rod and smashed it down, and the sound of chanting was all over the sky, and the wind and snow stopped. The snow corpses were dazed and fled one after another.

Then the master raised his hand again, and the temperature rose sharply, and the corpses of the incoming snow melted one after another, and countless souls rushed back to the mountain.

The red-clothed master looked at the snow-capped mountains from afar and knew that the demons had not been eliminated, but the mountains were high and the snow was thick, and ordinary people could not climb them.

So the red master told the disciples to comfort the shepherds, help the wounded, and then go straight up the mountain.

That night, the sun was faint on the mountain, the ice and snow melted, and countless currents washed the earth, forming an unfrozen river, in which there were countless melting glacier snow corpses, and on each body, there was a trace of the formation of a tantric mantra.

After dawn, the disciples salvaged the body, but the red-clothed master was not seen descending the mountain. So all the disciples went up the mountain together, only to find that the red-clothed master had already sat down.

He sat cross-legged on the ground with a serene face, his flesh and blood turned into ice sculptures. Only the tantric iron rod in his hand was slightly downward, suppressing a cold female corpse that was as transparent as it was transparent.

Only then did the disciples know that there was still a glacier snow corpse king hidden on the mountain, and their master also sacrificed himself in order to suppress the corpse king.

From ancient times to the present, the Corpse King has nothing to deal with. In particular, this glacier snow corpse king is in a cold place, and the snow does not melt all year round, which can be regarded as occupying a geographical advantage.

Don't look at the corpse king being suppressed by the tantric iron rod, but the corpse king's whole body is integrated into this snow-capped mountain, and the corpse king at this time is the snow-capped mountain, and the snow-capped mountain is the corpse king.

Unless the snow-capped mountain collapses, the Corpse King will not be destroyed.

The disciples know that don't look at the master who suppressed the Glacier Snow Corpse King, but sooner or later, this guy will always reappear and poison the snowy plateau again.

So the disciples deliberated for a moment and decided to leave the master's body and this tantric iron rod. With these two things in the town, at least for a hundred years, this glacier snow corpse king will not be able to jump.

As for a hundred years from now, it will be up to future generations to do it.

I was secretly distracted with the tantric iron rod, and it seemed to be in my mind that the red-clothed master was holding an iron rod and single-handedly suppressing the corpses of the entire snow-capped mountain.

I don't know what's going on, but I always feel that the tantric iron rod in my hand is the one used by the red-clothed lama in the first place.

However, it is not certain that the tantric iron rod has not been circulated in tantric Buddhism in the first place, and it is said that this thing can only be made by condensing it with the will of the believer.

The tantric iron rod will not be broken by evil spirits, will not be touched by evil spirits, and will not be afraid of fire and water, nor will it be afraid of swords. It's a first-class magic weapon.

The entire snowy plateau is estimated to be counted until now. Each tantric iron rod is only qualified to be held by a chanting master dressed in red.

I don't know where the third uncle got this thing from.

If it is genuine, with a single tantric iron rod, the value will surpass the sum of those seven-star flags, gossip mirrors, and red rope rune papers.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard the man in the suit call me cautiously: "Mr. Zhang? Mr. Zhang? ”

Only then did I come back to my senses, hung the tantric iron rod around my waist, and said impatiently, "What's wrong? ”

The man in the suit smiled all over his face and said, "The Seven Star Flag is ready." ”

I raised my eyes and took a look, this guy was attentive, and the seven flags were placed in a decent position, and there was nothing wrong with it.

The man in the suit nodded when he saw me, and said, "Mr. Zhang, are you hungry?" I asked people to order food, and it was made by the head chef of Fengqi Restaurant. ”

"Also, do you want to drink to strengthen your courage?"

I glanced at him with disdain, just this scene, still need to drink?

However, the grade of Fengqi Restaurant is not low, and the head chef personally cooks, which is a must-try.

So I said, "Go and bring me what you eat, and ask for two bottles of good wine." ”

I want wine, but not for myself, but for the sake of inviting the ghosts of the underworld.

Li Fengqi's Three Souls and Seven Spirits have not been obtained yet, and it is estimated that they will not give up like this. The ghost is here, so let's use a wine sleeve to talk about it first.

The man in the suit didn't want to stay here for a moment, so he hurriedly turned around and left. As soon as he left, the remaining Miss Xu was restless and hesitant.

I knew she was scared too, so I just waved my hand and said, "You go downstairs and find a place to stay." I'll call you if there's something, don't come up if you're fine! ”

Miss Xu picked up her coat from the sofa and hurriedly ran out.

For a while, the entire top-floor office was left with me and a corpse about to be defrauded.

The room was very gloomy, and the smell of corpses gradually came out. But I didn't care, and I couldn't put down the tantric iron rod in my hand.

I even wish Li Feng would jump up sooner so that I could see how powerful the tantric iron rod really was.

It's just that I want to think about it, I still honestly put the red rope horizontally, sealed the window vertically, and hung the gossip mirror at the door, facing Li Fengqi's coffin.

This thing is really good at killing, even if you have a tantric iron rod, you can't be careless.

As soon as I was done, I heard a knock on the door outside, and at first I thought it was a man in a suit who had come back with food, and was about to go over to open the door.

Suddenly, my whole body shivered, and a bad pre-cold came out.

I silently took the tantric iron rod in my hand and said, "Who! ”

As soon as I finished speaking, the sturdy solid wood door was kicked open outside, and almost at the same time, a dark shadow suddenly swooped by, stretched out its hands and grabbed at my neck.

I reacted very quickly, and smashed it towards his claw with a stick, only to see a golden light flash of tantric mantra on the tantric iron rod, and the other party was beaten and screamed, and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

Seeing that my tantric iron rod was powerful, this guy grabbed Li Fengqi in the coffin with a backhand, and walked two steps before he broke the window and escaped.

How do you know that when you rushed to the window, the two red ropes suddenly tightened, and one person and one corpse seemed to hit a wall, and they staggered back a few steps.

The man turned his head and shouted sharply, "The surname is Zhang!" Don't be nosy! Let me go! ”

What I heard in my ears and what I saw in my eyes, I couldn't help but close my mouth in surprise, and shouted in a lost voice: "You Li Fengqi? Or the Big Black Fang? ”