Nearly 100,000 people in the Yellow River rebelled, and were subsequently exterminated by the Yuan army that rushed from all directions. For three days and three nights, the fires in the Huanglinggang area continued, and the corpses were everywhere. When the news reached Dadu, the government and the opposition were in an uproar. After the disgraced third prince Baltsoda returned to the capital, he discussed with the prime minister and other important ministers behind closed doors overnight, and then entered the palace at dawn. On the same day, Emperor Yuan Shun issued an edict characterizing it as "a cult rebellion and a riot in the Yellow River," and finally once again issued an order to strictly suppress the White Lotus cult in various localities.

Seeing that Wuxu didn't have much surprise, he asked, "Huiming, it seems that you have expected this matter in advance?" Wuxu described in detail what he saw and heard along the way north and at the Yellow River construction site, and finally replied, "Heaven and earth are not kind, my generation cultivates Buddhism, and the court is not kind, and the people rebel." Pasipa glanced deeply at Wuxu, and asked Dorjee and Zhuoda, who were waiting with him, "You two, have you been practicing Buddhism with Wuxu recently?" Zhuoda saluted with one hand, and said, "Senior Brother Wuxu, everything but seek the original heart, not fake external objects, Zhuoda has benefited a lot." ”

It turned out that during the days when Wuxu was in Tianyuan Yansheng Temple, he lived in seclusion and read and practiced some of the doctrinal classics of Lamaism. If Dorjee and Trodat were free, they would study the Dharma together. Na Duoji is the supervisor of Tianyuan Yansheng Temple, and he has affairs to deal with every day. When Wuxu gets along with him, it is inevitable that the lamas in the temple will come and go back to ask for instructions, and Dorjee does not avoid it, but often asks Wuxu about the meaning, and Wuxu is inevitably unable to erase his feelings because he has been awarded the position of deputy supervisor by Ba Sipa, and occasionally expresses his views. The heart of the future world, the blonde and blue-eyed people, the novices of the Hualien Mystic Sect, the supervisors of the lama temple, and the enlightened and unbiased, detached and thought-provoking. And Zhuoda, but is to take the body of the Buddha's path, a body of flesh and blood contains infinite aura, in the Vajra Demon Six Wheel Method is also quite deep, can turn out of the six Zhangba Vajra Dharma Body, respect the Vajra Dharma Body are all hand law enforcement instruments, knot small wheel subduing demon array. Although Wuxu can only transform into three Zhangliu Vajra Dharma Bodies, the three Dharma Bodies can chant sutras and seal them, fight with them normally, and can persist for more than 100 rounds. Yes, Zhuoda and others were secretly surprised.

Of course, these pasipas know, and sometimes they are reported.

Pasipa nodded, and said to Wuxu again, "Tomorrow, this sect will hold a big ceremony, and after the big ceremony, there will be a meeting. The poor monk wants to invite you to participate as well, I don't know what you think?" Wuxu clasped his hands together and asked, "Dare to ask Master, what is the discussion in this sect?" What is discussed is a matter of what to do before the great calamity of this religion. Wu Xuan was surprised and asked, "There are many elders in the sect, how can Hui Ming be virtuous, and can participate in such a discussion in the sect?" The implication is that I, a person outside the Lama Sect, why did I invite me to participate in this so-called "what to do before the great tribulation of the Sect"?

Phags-pa said with a smile, "Huiming, whether it is Lamaism or Han Buddhism, they are all in the lineage of Shakyamuni Buddha. Although you are originally a novice of the Hualien Mystic Dharma Sect, you are also a great monk of the Mandala Dharma Realm of my Lamaism, so why not participate in the rituals and deliberations of the teaching?"

Outside the capital, thirty miles to the southeast, there is a mountain, called Xiaoxue Mountain. It is Lamaism, which was invited by the Mongolian Temujin Khan, and after settling in Dadu, it was named by the masters of the religion. Because there is snow on the top of the mountain in winter, it is named Xiaoxue Mountain with reference to the Western Regions Snow Mountain.

It's May, and there's no snow in the north. But at this moment, on the top of Xiaoxue Mountain, there is a white snow. The ordinary people in the vicinity have long been driven away by the government. From the foot of the mountain, the people you see are dense lamas.

Wuxu followed Pasipa and Dorjee, Zhuoda and others, got off the Fa Drive, and walked slowly from the foot of the small snow-capped mountain, along the winding stone stairs, and came to the top of the mountain. But I saw that the flags were dense, there were countless couches, prosperous prayer flags, dense canopies, all kinds of delicacies, and beautiful maids everywhere. In the middle, the only place in the right seat, there is a burly, unsmiling big lama, the tent on the right side of the tent sitting, there are the three princes Balzoda and a cadre of old ministers, and then there are a big lamas in purple and red monk robes sitting in turn.

Pas-pa bowed slightly to the lama who was sitting at the top of the seat, and then led Dorjee, Troda and Wuxu straight to the second tent on his left side and sat down in turn. Wuxu knew that the great lama sitting in the middle of the head should be the one who was the national teacher of the dynasty, Qiangba Mule, and it was also the great cause and effect that he couldn't wait to kill immediately.

When everyone was seated, there was a lama below, bowing down to ask for instructions, and then clapping their palms, and another cadre of people, in an unknown place, clapped their hands together. Immediately, a group of veiled women rushed in and came to the open space in front of the tents on the top of the mountain.

For a while, the sound of silk and bamboo strings sounded. These veiled dancers danced. Or become a bodhisattva statue, or make Buddha seals, or spit out various sounds. or scurry on the ground, or swaying in the air. Or as a shy girl, or as an angry King Kong, all like flying in the sky, floating in the air, making all kinds of unbelievable movements.

After a while, the veiled women finished their dancing and walked towards each tent. The leader of the team came to the place where the Qiangba Muller was sitting, and with a charming flip of his palm, a fine wine jug appeared in the palm of his hand. The woman, swaying her body slightly, gently poured the wine held in her palm into the wine glass on the wooden table in front of Qiangba Muller, and the dancing woman each "flew" to a couch to offer wine, or fruit and vegetables.

There was a woman, fluttering, came to Wuxu, picked up the wine glass in front of Wuxu sitting on the couch, took a sip gently, and danced again, swinging left and right with the wind. At the end, the woman's head was tilted, the scarf floated, and a round pearl loomed in the hair bushes on her head.

Seeing this, Wuxu couldn't help but use his mana silently, playing one handprint after another, wanting to open the veil of this "oncoming" dancer. But hearing the woman snort depressedly, she couldn't help but feel pity in her heart, dissipated her mana, picked up the wine glass, and raised her glass to the woman who was slowly drifting away. In his heart, he already knew that this woman was Zhao Tong who he met in Yueshu Pavilion that day.

Suddenly, a lama sitting on the top of Gesang on the opposite side chuckled meaningfully, "Senior Brother Moen has cultivated the Mandala Dharma Realm, and his mood and vision have also increased, and he actually did something to the dancer who was praised by the old national teacher. After a little thought, Wuxu realized from Baltu's memory that this person was a real monk named Huzanganda, who was about to answer.

The head of the eight Si Pa said softly, "Mo En is dead, this is Hui Ming." The voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the square, and the power of the True Spirit Realm, although it was not oppressive, made every low-level monk present awe-inspired. Huzanganda, who had just summoned the hypocrisy of Moen, stood up involuntarily, sweating profusely, and bowed to Ba Sipa.

The Qiangba Muller, who was next to Paspa, immediately recited a Buddha horn softly, and its voice echoed in the sky above the square, as if it was being recited in everyone's ear, and it also carried an obscure and grand aura of true spirit. Huzanganda shook his head, bowed to Qiangba Muller again, and then sat down.

Ba Si Pa didn't care much about himself, and smiled at Wu Xu, "Hui Ming, if you understand the Mandala Joy Method, this dancing girl can also let you take it with you." Wuxu was embarrassed for a while, and was about to get up to say thank you, but Ba Si Pa waved his hand, and then turned his head to Qiangba Mueller and said, "Senior brother, can the ceremony begin?"

Qiangba Mueller nodded and bowed slightly, "The canon of this sect begins, and the idlers retreat quickly. As soon as his voice fell, Wuxu saw the servant maids who were waiting with him, the dancing girl who had just performed the Heavenly Demon Dance, and some other idle people, so he bowed down and retreated in unison, leaving only the low-level disciples of the Lamaist sect to guard from afar. That Zhao Tong naturally followed everyone down the mountain and disappeared.

As the so-called killing on the bank of the Yellow River, the lamas gather on the small snow mountain.

If you want to talk about creation and calamity, dance a song before the ceremony.