In the ascetic cause of "how to kneel ants", Helan Gong is like an extremely profound master, and he does not hesitate to teach his unique secrets to the old monk.

But it was hard to turn his attention elsewhere when he focused all his energy on how to control his flesh so as not to crush the ants under his knees.

This old monk was also once an ambitious figure, and he made a great vow in front of the Buddha, vowing to sprinkle the Buddhist compassion and law all over the world. Especially in the barren frontier land of Han Land where Buddhism is not heard, the so-called mlec car land of the Tianzhu people is the place where he, a high monk who has cultivated the position of an arhat who has retreated from the Dharma, shows his talents. (The land of the mleccha is transliterated in Sanskrit, that is, the land of the frontier wasteland.) Different from other civilizations, the Greeks, Romans and Central Plains people have the impression of each other, the so-called Seris Kingdom and the Great Qin Kingdom are all mythical fairy realms, but in the delusion of the Indian Brahmins, except for the Ganges Valley, other countries are under the rule of rakshasas, demons and asuras, which is the most terrifying hell on earth. At this time, we just need to say, "If you dry this bowl of Ganges water, you will be an Indian in the next life." Note to the Thief Spring)

Trying his best to maintain the difficult posture of the kneeling ant, the old monk's palms were still holding the lotus mudra, and his eyes fell tightly on the black Bayeux Zen Sutra in front of him.

Before his eyes, the tiny Sanskrit letters were shaking, and it seemed as if each letter had left where it was supposed to be.

The first is the legendary four-tone letter of Modo from the mouth of the four-faced Brahma, and the ten Sanskrit characters representing Pingyun are restlessly wriggling on the Bayeux scriptures, as if they are snakes awakened from hibernation and looking for a new cave to sleep. But soon, these ten Sanskrit characters were discovered by the four letters that represented the heavy rhyme, and they were like golden-winged birds devouring the Naga dragons, and they pounced on the wriggling ten Sanskrit characters with great joy, tearing at their bodies and devouring them all.

It didn't take long for such a feast to become a tragedy of joy and sorrow, with four rhyming letters of pot-bellied poop burping, and black flames erupted from their mouths instead of ink. This black light erupted from every stroke of the four rhyming Sanskrit characters, causing them to let out a mournful wail.

Gradually, the four rhyming Sanskrit characters burned out, and their remaining corpses fell to the ground, and the remaining bones could be vaguely seen overlapping to form two letters representing rhyme and rhyme.

They collapsed limply until two heavy letters, which were inconsequential in Sanskrit, limped to the pile of corpses.

These two heavy words are like vultures that have found delicious food, rummaging through the corpses without hesitation. It seems that there is a gem, or a Mani orb, or a relic left by the sage, which has been picked up by these two heavy characters. They danced happily around the ink-dotted gem, and then, the stronger and more versatile heavy character, rushed to their companions, grabbed their legs, and tore their companions in half.

The murderer held the ink-dotted orb in his hand and ran joyfully towards the edge of the Bayeux scripture. However, it miscalculated, and at the edge of the scriptures, there were two settlements of Sanskrit characters. It was the territory of the Sanskrit characters of the breath and the Sanskrit of the half-sound, and the eight letters of the tall and strong were fighting each other, rushing into each other's settlements, setting fire to the villages made of ink lines, and burning the weak Sanskrit characters alive in the villages.

In the midst of these frantic Sanskrit letters, the heavy characters holding the ink dot orb are so eye-catching that both the angry Sanskrit and the half-sound Sanskrit characters invariably stop their vendetta against each other and rush towards this Sanskrit character who has committed a felony of murder!

As the blood composed of ink continued to splash on the Bayeux Sutra, in the midst of the chaos, a hand hung down from the top of the Bayeux Sutra. That hand belongs to one of the twenty-five Sanskrit characters that sound, and it is full of brilliance, like the celestial gods in Sanskrit. And this celestial man in Sanskrit characters is so solemn that the essence of the pearl is nothing more than ink spots in his hand.

More letters belonging to the sounding 25 Sanskrit characters appear on the Bayeux scrolls. Soon, the gods in these glorious Sanskrit characters quarreled one after another over this ink spot. The dispute soon turned into a fight, and new blood stains spread all over the scrolls, and the defeated Sanskrit characters fell from the top of the scrolls to the outside of the grids, their shapes distorted, and even the fonts changed from the dignified Sidhammeda script to the brutal and ancient Gupta script, and the original appearance could no longer be seen clearly.

However, these Sanskrit characters that had fallen miserably climbed towards the top of the Bayeux Sutra, and their glyphs were linked to each other, just like the legendary multi-headed and multi-handed asura who launched a tireless challenge to the gods of the heavenly realm. These new Sanskrit characters once again occupy a large place in the Bayeux scriptures.

In this dizzying melee, fire gradually rose from the depths of the dark scroll. The black flames **** the Bayeux scriptures, engulfing the almost endless Sanskrit letters under the layers of fire wheels.

The letters wailed silently, gradually fading from their ink, turning into countless white skeletons, rolling and burning in the black flames.

Even the old monk could tell what the skeletons were shouting as they opened and closed their teeth in pain.

It was the voice of prayer he had almost heard in a few days that he didn't want to hear anymore: "Ahura Mazda!"

Suddenly looking away from the black Bayeux Sutra, the monk found that at some point, there were hundreds of Qiang people in front of him.

These bunched Qiang people were half-wrapped in cowhide blankets, and they were neatly stacked under the altar, like bundles of wheat harvested in autumn. Helan Gong was still smiling with great pleasure, looking at the end of the stacks of wheat bundles, the Qiang army who had mounted their horses.

"What should we do with these cowards who escaped from battle?"

"The Lord of Bahram is above, and the cowards who flee from the battle should let them turn into mud trampled by war horses!"

In the middle of this question and answer, those Qiang people and horses with fanatical looks on their faces urged their war horses one after another, and they stepped towards the fleeing Qiang army all over the ground without hesitation.

The muffled sound of horses' hooves trampling on living people soon turned into a murmur of screams and blood splatters. In front of the monk's eyes, there was only the black volume of the Bayeux Sutra, and there were more abstract and concrete and subtle pictures, more death revealed from the slaughterhouse in front of him.

A drop of cold sweat slipped down his forehead, and then smeared the eight-leaf lotus flower on the altar.

Among the Buddhas, the eight-leaf lotus is the heart lotus of all living beings, and it is the root of the Buddha's temple. However, at this moment, the eight-leaf lotus flower on the altar swept away the holy air, and the eight-leaf lotus petals became blood-red, revealing the ominous black after the blood dried up.

In addition to the eight-leaf blood lotus, the four great arhat statues that occupied the east, west, north, and south also changed from the solemn and plump Arhat Dharma Appearance, and suddenly became dry, revealing dark purple corpse spots like bruises on their faces. The corpse spots then expanded, rapidly turning to the gray-green color characteristic of the corpse soldier's body.

The eye sockets of the four Arhats were then sunken, and the half-melted eyeballs came out of their sockets, as if they were the famous impure contemplation in Buddhist practice, and the four Arhat statues also became rotting corpses scattered in the Ganges, with swollen skin and pus. Eventually, the skin could no longer withstand the continuous process of swelling, and burst out of it, pouring out carrion and pus.

I don't know when the body of the old monk has been crawling with ants, and these ants are biting the skin of the old monk with their sharp jaws, making the blood vessels of the old monk's whole body bulge abnormally. His skull, at this time, looked like a waxy walnut with bars of protrusions, and those pale cyan veins were constantly beating, making him almost unhumanoid.

At this time, the old monk felt that he seemed to be able to read the scriptures in front of him.

Unable to react to the increasingly thick smell of blood in the air, and not paying the slightest attention to the dead ghosts of the Qiang army who had turned into rotten flesh, the old monk had a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and sang in a voice like extreme joy:

"Returning to the world-honored Heavenly Master, I am now saying that everything is like the secret law of the heart. If there are heavens, dragons, ghosts, gods, Gandharvas, asuras, garudas, kinaras, maharajas, kwandas, Vaishshas, human beings and non-human beings, they are ordained to make offerings to the saints of the ten directions, and they receive this sutra to attain the Dharma.

That is to say, the word Om is the perfect righteousness. That is to say, the word is to break the demon. That is to say, the word is free from fear and righteousness. That is to say, the word "sam" is the meaning of subduing obstacles. That is to say, the word "Bazi" is to destroy the righteousness of the enemy. To be able to fulfill all wishes for the subtle and most victorious recitation, such as the Great Treasure Tree, and to purify all the perfections of the Brahmanic practice......"

With the sound of chanting from the old monk, the corpses and corpses that had been trampled into flesh by the Qiang army horses all over the ground began to squirm towards him like living creatures.

Helan Gong looked at the flesh and internal organs happily, and struggled to climb on the altar made of chalk, and then turned his gaze to the north.

"Is it finally here? It's still a little lacking, but it's better than nothing. ”

Saying something that no one else could understand, Helan Gong pointed his hand towards Fanhecheng and laughed loudly: "The second round is about to begin, self-righteous Taoist priests, this time, your work must be more beautiful than before!"

With his laughter, the head of the ghost god of Liangzhou waved his hand violently: "Pass on the order of this seat, all the living people who accompany the army must put on armor and prepare for battle, and after half an hour, this seat will see you killed to the bottom of Fanhe City!"