As soon as the third prince gave an order, there were four big men in the shape of a biao, bare-chested and exposed, holding a bright steel knife, coming in from outside the tent, lifting Wuxu and walking out.

Seeing this, Na Mo En hurriedly got up and shouted slowly, and after the knife and axe hand who came to the door stopped, he saluted the third prince again, "Your Highness, this person is still of some use to the old man, please let the old man dispose of it later, so that this person's soul will be scattered, and he will never be reborn." ”

Several big lamas, with their eyes slightly closed, looked at Wuxu, as if they had seen it through, and when they saw that there was no abnormality, they turned around and said nothing else. Although Wuxu is dressed in monk's clothes, the Yuan Dynasty has been founded since the beginning of the country, and he has respected Lamaism alone. These Lamaists, for the disciples of other sects of Buddhism, have no heart for the same sect, and they are dressed in monk's clothes and novices, but they do not win the slightest mercy. It's just that these people are a little wrong with Moen, and I'm afraid that he will pick up some great treasures from Wuxu and get some great benefits, so let's take a look. The third prince looked at the others in the tent and was silent, as if it was commonplace, waved his hand, sang a promise with a knife and axe, retreated, and threw Wuxu aside outside the tent.

From time to time, the soldiers who walked by the patrol looked solemn, did not squint, and looked at the door like a puddle of mud. Occasionally, when one or two young soldiers walked away, they couldn't help but sneak a glance or two, and the older one next to him smiled and said, "What is there to look at a little novice from the south, although he hides in the temple every day and raises him white and tender, he will be asked to die cleanly later." Teachers, I don't know how to fix him yet. At this time, an older fellow jumped out and scolded, "I don't want to live anymore, dare to talk about the masters." The group of people couldn't help but look frightened, and then looked at the ignorant Wuxu on the ground, and said no more.

There was still laughter in the tent, and the wine was fragrant.

It wasn't until dark that Morn came out of the tent, used the magic trick, rose into the air, and then pointed a finger, and Wuxu floated quietly in the whirring torches around him, like a ghost. Morn looked at the sergeant with the torch at his feet with his hands behind his back, nodded contentedly, and then slowly flew to his quarters, his wide blood-colored robes rustling in the wind.

When they arrived at the residence, the sergeant who had already been nearby answered the door, looked at Wuxu who looked like a corpse behind Morn, and stammered to greet him. Morn had a gloomy face and waved his hand, "Tonight, Buddha I want to do it, and you can't come forward to offend." The sergeants secretly shouted "yes", and scattered in all directions with a bang, and even a rolling curtain greeted, and there was no one left to serve tea and pour water.

Morn didn't care, went into the tent, took out a roll of sheepskin from his body, put his hands together, and silently recited the incantation, but saw that the sheepskin slowly spread out, getting bigger and bigger, and finally almost covered the entire middle of the tent. As soon as this thing came out, the inside of the tent was bright. But seeing that the above patterns and illustrations are complex and gorgeous, like living creatures, the Buddha statues drawn in the center and in the four directions respectively, exude an inexplicable atmosphere. If you wake up, you can see that this is the mandala of the Tantric Buddhism mentioned by the elders of the sect when he explained, and it is made by the cultivator taking his best wealth and offering to the Buddhas and smelting it.

After entering Lamaism, the mind cannot be self-controlled, confined to external objects, and cannot practice the supreme mind such as the Ganges Mahamudra, but has a relationship with this method, specializing in mandala, hoping to be blessed by the Buddhas, climbing external objects and returning to contemplate in order to seek the great way. Today, when Mo En saw the blue sea pearl in Xiaojiang Village, he knew that it was also a Buddhist magic weapon, which could be sacrificed into the mandala for worship, and he saw that the Buddha of Enlightenment and Void Thought had the middle stage of the Buddha's realm, and he was greedy for a while, thinking of erasing his spiritual consciousness, extracting a trace of his Buddha's breath, and putting it into his own mandala.

It's a long story, but seeing Mo En at this time, his hands were folded, his face was pious and compassionate, and the mantra in his mouth continued, and he beat the blue sea pearl into the mandala realm. The blue sea pearl is a Buddhist magic weapon, as soon as it enters the world of the mandala, there is a blue sea tide, gushing big white lotus, and the light emitted by the mandala responds to each other, slowly blending in. In a moment, there were two more patterns somewhere in the mandala, one was the blue sea and the other was the white lotus. But Morn didn't show a hint of joy, but sighed. I saw a touch of cyan on the blue sea pearl, looming, faintly with the sound of Sanskrit singing, but there was no trace of Buddha nature, just kept swimming, fixed the blue sea pearl in the air, and never integrated into the mandala world.

"Hmph, you little bald donkey, you are actually a good skill, and you have recognized this blue sea pearl!" "Mo En, seeing a touch of cyan on this Buddha bead, he couldn't disperse, and thought that the Buddha bead had already recognized the master. Just now, the mandala absorbs the magic hidden in the Buddha beads, that is because they are all out of the Dharma, but this Buddha bead has recognized the master, and it is the master's natal weapon, and the mandala is also a Buddha weapon, so the Buddha beads themselves cannot be forcibly taken, at most they can only be suppressed. Morn is in the realm of real people in the end, I have to say, the guess is very reasonable. If Wuxu has already let Bi Haizhu recognize the Lord, then the situation that appears at this moment is also like this. It's a pity that this Bihai Zhu Wuxu has not yet been able to recognize the master, and Master Miaoyin has never thought of refining it as a natal weapon.

Mo En turned his head, glanced at Wuxu, and said with a cruel smile, "Originally, the Buddha still wanted to come and clean you up later, but since he can't wait, then I will send you into my mandala realm." "After that, he defined the ingestion of the Wuxu into the mandala, and then sat cross-legged, sealed with his hands, and had his spiritual consciousness out of his body, intending to grind the Wuxu spiritual consciousness and turn the blue sea pearl into an ownerless thing, and then integrate the blue sea pearl and the Buddha's breath of the Wuxu, and even the body of the Wuxu, into his own mandala realm.

Moen is a good idea, in the mandala Dharma realm, the blessings of the Buddhas are equivalent to a Buddha country. The ownerless blue sea pearl, which is also a Buddhist instrument, and the Buddha's breath attached to the non-spiritual consciousness, if there is no owner's Buddha nature, and the mandala are integrated, it is naturally a matter of course. And the spiritual consciousness of his own real human realm, compared to Wuxu, a teenage little novice, is simply a mountain to a dirt bag, which can be crushed to smash with a light stroke.

But see, the aura on the mandala is compelling, and it seems to be shattered into independent voids. Around the tent, a fierce wind suddenly blew on the nearby sergeants, like a knife cut, startling the sergeants to retreat again and again, but they did not dare to shout loudly. Inside the tent, Mo En's spiritual consciousness was like a behemoth, turning into an angry vajra, roaring for a moment, turning into a sesame villain, and rushing into Wuxu's mind.

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Wuxu burst into tears at this moment, why did he see reincarnation again, and he had to contemplate his own mind? I felt that I had returned to the moment when the sky thundered, the spiritual consciousness was immortal, and I re-entered the moment of reincarnation, and there was darkness and silence all around. I can't speak or move, everything around me seems to be moving, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, like a wanderer who has wandered for thousands of years, once he returns to his homeland, things are people, his heart has no belonging, and he is happy and sad.

Slowly, a touch of cyan was like dust, attached to the "body", déjà vu, but Wuxu was very uncomfortable, seemed to be restrained a lot, and seemed to be about to sink from the void. At this time, another piece of blood red flew in, giving people a feeling of extreme danger, and Wuxu seemed to feel that thousands of steel knives were about to cut themselves into powder. I just wanted to make a move, but I saw the blue on the "body" wandering for a while, as if there was a spiritual creature living in it, shooting out a faint light, the blood red was slightly blocked by this layer of light, and then approached, wrapping himself from all sides, slowly collapsing inside, as if to condense into an object. Wuxu was even more uncomfortable inside, blue and blood red, both wrapped in himself, extremely uncomfortable. Attacked by the inner and outer attacks of Wuxu and blood red, the cyan became thinner and thinner, and the sound of chanting sounded like nothing, which seemed to be his own elegy. Inside, Wuxu felt oppressed by the double oppression of cyan and blood-red, and felt suffocated in the depths of his soul. Suddenly, when I heard the sound of chanting, I instinctively followed it.

。 Sariputta is the void of all dharmas, unborn and imperishable, impure and impure, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, in the air, there is no color, no thought, no knowledge, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, no consciousness, no ignorance, no ignorance, no old death, no old death, no suffering, no wisdom, and no gain. With no attainment, the bodhisattva is free from all obstacles, free from all upside-down dreams, and free from all upside-down dreams and sufferings, and ultimately nirvana.

Wuxu kept reciting this sutra, unconscious. I don't know how much time has passed, and suddenly I heard a scream, but I saw that Mo En, who had captured him by day, was extremely panicked, and asked again and again, what is this, what is this, and his body retreated again and again. Blessed to the soul, the enlightenment of the void chanting continued, deceived forward, felt like a Buddha, the body was huge, filling the heaven and earth, stepping on the mandala realm, holding a cyan sword, coercing Mo En smaller and smaller.

Morn had never encountered such a terrible thing, first of all, the cyan color did not know what attributes, did not know what it was, his various spells were useless, and once his spiritual sense was contaminated, it would scorch and melt like ice and snow seeing the scorching sun. At this moment, Mo En only wanted to hurry up and return his spiritual consciousness to its place, but suddenly found that the Mandala Dharma Realm, which had been cultivated for a hundred years, had changed hands, and prevented his spiritual consciousness from entering the physical body. Morn knew that if he didn't leave this place, there was only one way out. With a wild scream, he panicked and ran to Wuxu's body instead. As soon as they entered, they ran wildly.

Wuxu had also come to his senses at this moment, watching his body rush out, he didn't have time to think about it, he gritted his teeth, got into Moen's body, and rushed out.

There was such a big commotion, and there were already countless sergeants outside the tent, all holding steel knives and bows and arrows, and the shadows were scattered around. There are also a few figures, coming with a compelling aura. Wuxu looked at the torches that were high and low, swaying and disillusioned, slowly stretched out his fingers, pointed to the white monk's robe, and sang softly, "Kill." Suddenly, the surrounding sergeants shouted in unison, formed formations, and chanted incantations, and arrows rained down.

That's right

The Buddha said that it was convenient for the mandala, but unexpectedly, the disciple cultivated into a demon.

Look at the ignorance dyed blue, and say to whom with a killing cry.