Vajra, also known as Puba Vajra. In the tantric realm, the practice of Vajra, also known as the practice of the Purpa Vajra Tantra, leads to the attainment of the four great spurs – the vajra, the bodhicitta spp, the compassion shard, and the wisdom slab. Those who practice this Purpa Vajra practice can break down all obstacles, attain immeasurable merits, attain the ultimate attainment of Vajrasattva, and eliminate all negative karma.

Even if you are in the Tantric Dharma Domain, if you refine this Dharma, you can also prove that those who establish the Dharma can gain great courage, great strength, and diligently destroy all obstacles.

It's a pity that even if he is a monk of the Endless White Pagoda Temple of the sixth order, or a scripture teacher, it is impossible for Zhiyun Monk to practice the Pupa Vajra Tantra.

Even if the Vajra Tantra is in the main monastery of Zagyu, there is no place to pass it on, but if you walk towards the big temple in the middle, you may obtain this practice in a certain temple, or you may obtain this special Vajra practice in the hidden place of the Tantric Dharma domain.

The so-called hidden treasure is the treasure buried in the soil, and the other type is the hidden treasure in the soil, that is, the treasure buried in the soil, the void, the rivers, lakes, snow-capped mountains and plateaus. The other is to "hide the mind", which stops in the "mind", and those who are destined will obtain this tantric method through various miraculous ways, without the empowerment of the guru, without the lineage of the lineage, and can practice.

As the saying goes, "The great bodhisattvas who are immaculate and majestic, and who want to seek the Dharma, the hidden treasures of the Dharma are placed in the mountains, hills, and trees, and the immeasurable total holds and the Dharma is made into sutras and letters in the hands." ”

Although Zhiyun is a master who has practiced the secret mantras for a long time at the sixth level, he has practiced for many years, and he has no such fate, so it is impossible for him to practice any hidden secret method, because in this hidden practice, there must first be a great surname, with the merits of the royal family or nobles, and then there is no possibility for Zhiyun monk to obtain hidden treasures.

Although Zhiyun monk is from the Lunbei family, he is a nobleman of the sect, a nobleman of Lunbei, and he cannot be called a "great surname", not to mention that Zhiyun must be enlightened to distinguish between the law and illegality, so his practice of vajra method is relatively superficial, he just uses this thing to subdue the magic and perform it on the puja. It's a pity that there is nothing to do here, and he is also shaken, he can't help himself, the monk burning "in the fire" seems to be really himself, Zhiyun feels as if he has really fallen into the endless karmic fire, and he is in pain all over his body.

He hadn't even pronounced the incantation correctly, let alone visualized it in his head, stopping the endless pain and dragging him to the Infernal Vajra Hell!

"Buzz!"

Zhiyun Monk reluctantly spit out this secret curse, wanting to use the power of the secret spell to kill these tricks in this "blacksmith shop", and subdue these "blacksmiths" who have begun to twist, but unfortunately, he is "not moved", I don't know when he is covered with layers of oil, even if he wants to wipe it at this moment, it is already too late.

A strange rhyme spread from behind him, he smelled the smell of coals, as well as the smell of his skin and flesh being burned, Zhiyun Monk's skin, there were also many fire lines, he held the secret spell again, stomped his feet, and the vajra in his hand stabbed the person who rushed over, wearing a tiger skin again, but who knows, the vajra that was originally extremely sharp and could cut all obstacles, was soft like heated ghee in his hands, soft and lying on his stomach, without the slightest power.

In front of him, there appeared a thing—it should be the owner of this place, those black men in tiger skins, but its subordinates, it did not look like a normal thing, it was not the great fear itself, its body was full of endless plagues, its soft and smooth body, there was a lot of slime, it was full of fishy smell, and in its shadow, there seemed to be something quietly hidden in it.

Zhiyun Monk is desperate!

It's a dragon! It's a dragon that lives underground!

Zhiyun Monk opened his mouth, and finally used the secret spell, he wanted to summon the protector, but he had long forgotten that his protector had long been next to the lake, never returned, lost in the wind and snow, he still wanted to do it, but it was all over.

The shingles are also like small red pimples, quickly covering Zhiyun Seng's whole body, Zhiyun Seng grabbed his own body with pus, but it didn't work, he opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but his vocal cords, his tongue, his eyes and eyeballs were also dense red rashes have grown, and he lost his "unmoved", Zhiyun Seng has no possibility of turning over.

He became a pile of meat.

He fell to the ground and turned into a mass of flesh covered with red pimples, and even his spirit turned into red pimples one after another.

The owner who appeared last stopped at a glance, did not have any words, it appeared here, it was not because of Zhiyun Monk, it was Zhiyun Monk who came to his territory, it was not that he went to Zhiyun Monk's territory, Zhiyun Monk died, he died, and he had nothing to do with him, Zhiyun Monk just looked at this "dragon", and he ended up like this.

No matter how great a monk is, in the tantric realm, there is also a day, for some reason, he will blow the lamp and pull out the wax.

Those blacksmiths wearing tiger skins stepped forward happily and separated the Zhiyun monks who were covered with acne all over their bodies, and one of them got one of them, and the blacksmiths puffed up their cheeks, blew the stove red, and stuffed the Zhiyun monk into it, and stuffed the flames red.

Then they put the iron into the pot and began to blow more forcefully, and the sparks slowly floated out of it, just like the bonfire before the Sunrise Temple.

Mars also floated out of the bonfire, and this time, the bonfire was not a living or dead, but a yak. In Lu Feng's pupils, the firelight slowly reflected, Lu Feng sliced the yak meat very thinly, roasted it in the fire, and after eating it with Zhiyuan monk, Lu Feng stood in the distance and shared it with everyone.

Zhiyuan monk still had a strong smell of smoke, and the second monk stood in the dark, but he was not afraid of the appearance of the trick.

A bright moon shines here, and it is a "clear night", where the wind is blowing, and without the cold wind that scrapes the bones, everyone can feel the warmth of two or three points around the bonfire.

Zhi Lu Feng and Zhiyuan monk talked, the things they communicated, there was no trace of temperature, it involved life and death, there was no warmth at all, Zhiyuan monk's hair was all white, and even the beard that grew out was also pale.

He looked dozens of years old, and said, "Master, there is a big problem here, I tried with red nectar, but there is nothing tricky, and there are no living people.

There should be a big problem here, and I didn't find any traces of living life, but just now I went in and took a look, and the snow that had fallen on the temple had stopped falling today, as if someone was sweeping it day and night. ”

Lu Feng nodded, looking at the people who were eating, Lu Feng said: "Later, you and I will be ready, first lift the red cloth of the Dharma Protector God in this hall, and first see which Dharma Protector God is enshrined here and how it should be worshipped."

You see, there is no decay in the heart, liver, and intestines that are offered.

Then there should be no trickery, and the protector god has no enjoyment to worship, should he worship the protector god with three whites?

But isn't he a 'witch' deity?

Is there going to be a 'fire puja'?

There is nothing left here to make fire offerings, and he has searched for them before and after this place, and there are no clothes for gods and witches, so if he still refuses, then he will have to discuss the Dharma with him. ”

Lu Feng held the Gabala rosary in one hand, if he was not familiar with it, he might not really be able to see what his Dharma was.

It's nothing more than one hand is the vajra bell, the other hand is the vajra, one male and one female, if you can't surrender, then use the vajra to break the obstacle of disrespecting the Dharma, if you can't break it, then find a way.

Monk Zhiyuan didn't speak, and after a while, he thought about it completely, and said: "Although people are the most spiritual sacrifices, but if there is no great puja, cattle and sheep can also be sacrificed.

So, Master, this place is not good, this is not right. ”

Zhiyuan Monk is also well-informed, and he doesn't know what to do, Lu Feng said: "Then prepare with my ideas." ”

Lu Feng closed his eyes and blessed himself, a large amount of mercy rhyme hung on his body, turning into a layer of golden lotus armor, Zhiyuan monk walked outside this hall, shaking the vajra bell, making a crisp sound, the secret mantra came out of his mouth, making a "Om" sound, Lu Feng told all of them to move in place, Lu Feng wanted to go in and watch by himself.

He is the presiding officer of the temple, and in the past, there have been masters who have come to deal with this matter, and at this moment, Lu Feng is this master.

Baima protected the child, he was a vajra bell in one hand, a vajra in the other hand into the temple, he praised the "immovable Ming Wangzun" in his mouth, and visualized the immovable Ming Wang Zun in his mind, in the mantra wheel, the wisdom fire spread all over the body, but did not burn his monk's robe, the light source here is for him alone, he is the presiding master of this sunrise temple at this moment, should have the responsibility of presiding over the guru, and should also have the power to preside over the guru.

On his right shoulder, there is the burning bright ghee lamp, under his ribs, a powerful arm "grows" out, shaking Zamaru for him, the other side, the other arm comes out, shaking the prayer wheel for him, Lu Feng ignored this blessing, and said as he walked: "Those who see my body have bodhicitta and those who hear my name break evil and cultivate good, those who hear my Dharma gain great wisdom, and those who know my heart become Buddhas."

This is the great vow of the immovable Ming Wangzun, Lu Feng recited the great vow of the immovable Ming Wangzun in his mouth, and walked directly into the hall, Lu Feng did not release the six powerful monks in his hands, but it was not useless, the magic weapon in his hand sounded, directly pierced a faint "magic barrier" here, and for a while, Lu Feng saw that it was "true" here.

The surrounding charm all fell from the void, and before it could pounce on Lu Feng's side, it was stopped by Lu Feng's butter lamp, and the originally bright hall suddenly decayed at this moment, and from the top of his head, there were many people hanging on it! I don't know how long they have been dead, the trick is worried about them, and the owners who have not cultivated the land, Lu Feng should have found them.

His wisdom fire flowed out of the seven orifices, and there was a faint appearance of wrathful Buddha-figure on his face, which was also the effect of the third order of the "Fudo Ming King's Secret Mantra", if he waited until his appearance was the same as that of the wrathful Buddha-figure, then his wisdom fire could sweep the entire hall, and he should also go to the third order, not to "go to the third order".

Walking into this hall, Lu Feng felt the wind, but this wind could not blow Lu Feng in the slightest, he walked over, and finally noticed the wisps of trickery that appeared on the table, and the tricks above his head washed down from the bottom over and over again, Lu Feng felt as if he had a big hand, frantically trying to pull Lu Feng's neck, cervical vertebrae, out of the neck cavity!

Aware of this, Lu Feng showed great anger and said, "Since you see the deity coming, why don't you come out to greet you?" Outer way, outer way, outer way!

Amazing! Amazing! ”

Three times in a row, the words were treacherous, Lu Feng became more and more angry, and the wisdom fire in his hand was suddenly blessed on the vajra in his hand!

The trickster on the other body became even thinner and longer, and directly waved the leg bone of Master Longgen, and struck at the trick on it, and every time he struck, a trick fell, and the trick had to move, and the feet that grew out of Lu Feng's body again were directly stepped on under his feet!

Even the rhyme is suppressed in the ground, and there is nothing to rise up!

The vajra in Lu Feng's hand is a twelve-fingered lotus single-strand vajra, symbolizing the unique Dharma realm, this wrathful flame burned on the vajra in Lu Feng's hand, this vajra suddenly turned into a twenty-finger-long one-strand vajra, Lu Feng was about to assassinate this vajra directly, and he saw the "Dharma Protector" in the red cloth, and finally moved.

He gradually descended from above, and after a pause, the red cloth on his body completely turned into a plum-red color, and in another step, it turned into a dark red color, and in the last step, his red cloth was rotten and unshaped, revealing the appearance inside.

Stopping him from coming out, Lu Feng not only did not dissipate his anger, but became even more angry!

In the nostrils, the wrath turned into a dragon snake, and the people outside could hear the heartbeat inside, as well as the roar of rage!

"Maharusana!"

This words mean great anger, Lu Feng directly poked the twenty-finger-long vajra into the shriveled body of the monk in front of him, yes, this monk!

Lu Feng never thought that the person on the offering table, who was covered with a red cloth, was not the protector god, but a shriveled monk! He had been dead for a long time, wearing the tall hat unique to the sixth-order monks on his head, and wearing rotten and shabby monk robes, Lu Feng never thought that the protector god in this Sunrise Temple would unknowingly become such a powerful monk!

At this moment, the flames of wrath burned on the monk's body, and he was directly lit into a torch!

The sunrise temple was lit up, and a fire was burned directly, such as the victory building!

Almost, I thought of the lines of Erlang God in the Baolian lamp: almost, almost, almost at the critical moment.

I wrote it with a sore spine, but it was still a little worse

After writing for three and a half hours, that's all I can do

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