Fantasy World Transmigration: Shushan Fanwai 3: Heavenly Demon Wrath
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Shushan Fanwai II, Heavenly Demon Wrath
Qionda Chiguo came out from under the waterfall with his body. There are abundant rainfall in the Yarlung Zangbo River Canyon in southern Tibet, and the huge drop in the plateau terrain has created many natural waterfalls. At this time, it was still early in the morning, and the thin frost was frozen on the stone ground , Qiongda cut the palm of his hand with the blade of the Vajra, and sprinkled the blood on the altar, and immediately formed a blood frost.
The long streamers braided with the hair of the dead flew under the strong winds of the plateau. The humble altar was just a pile of stones built from a pile of rubble.
Qionda drank the weird liquid mixed with the venom of mandala flowers, cattle and sheep blood, and poisonous snakes, poisonous scorpions, and centipedes, and painted some mysterious symbols on his body with crimson paint stained with his blood. The text, the **** mojo, and the blue tattoos on his body exude all kinds of strange fluctuations in thought.
If there are monks who are proficient in magic spells, they can see that these are some obvious Asura devils. Many people in the side door will use them to practice some side door artifacts such as white bone streamers and ghost bags. , But Joanda has a shallow mana, and even casting such a curse spell requires squeezing her own vitality.
Junda ’s consciousness soon fell into ignorance and confusion under the influence of the mixed drugs in the drugs, and the devil on his body and this simple altar seduce an inexplicable name in the underworld. Consciousness.
Junda trembles, foaming in her mouth, chanting mantras in a chaotic and trembling tone, pulling the mysteries in the void down to the altar, a villain **** with barley stalks In an estate of a local nobleman dozens of miles away, the old man lying on the big bed suddenly made a screaming scream. He was bitten by an invisible poisonous sting, and a dark blue wound appeared.
The guards holding scimitars in the manor suddenly woke up, panicked to find the noble lama, holding the prayer wheel to recite the scriptures for the noble old man by the bed, and echoed in this room with the mysterious Zen singing Inside, the trembling old man gradually calmed down.
Seeing the old man go to sleep, the middle-aged man beside him asked carefully: "Master, is that devil still cursing his master?"
The lama remained silent for a long time before answering: "My mana can only temporarily calm the pain of Lord Huo Kang. Although it can block the curse of the devil, but if this continues for a long time, Master Huo Kang ’s condition will not improve. You should invite the masters of Jokhang Temple or Potala Palace to calm this curse! "
The middle-aged Tibetan replied in a low voice: "The little master has already invited the Great Lama Sambuza ... Will the time be available for the Great Lama?"
The lama thought for a while and told him: "Give Lord Huo Kang a nectar pill, and sacrifice the **** sky with a mixture of a cow, a sheep, human blood, human intestine, liver and heart and lungs every day. The skull bowl filled with water, wiped his body, smeared his wounds with ghee and human oil ... should be able to last for two months. "
"The devil does not have much power. He is just more cunning and vicious. The spells he learned from the Han are not enough to counter the power of the Buddha!"
The curse lasted for an hour before Lord Huo Kang completely recovered, and he fell asleep tiredly. On the mountain pass dozens of miles away, Qiong Da collapsed to the ground. He was sweating and his tired body even had an antelope. He could kill him with his horns, Qiongda was unable to crawl like a pile of neatly stacked clothes, and from the inside he felt a rough gauze carved out of wood.
Qionda ’s tired face suddenly burst into tears, whispering in a low voice, and shouted weakly in Tibetan: "Gesang! Gesang! Amu, Dad!"
In Tibetan, Gesang means good times, happy happiness, and represents a kind of good wishes. The serf-named daughters are very rare. If they can be given this beautiful name, they represent the family. Love and expectation.
And the name, used on a dumb Tibetan girl, is even rarer.
Qiongda ’s formerly full skin, now sunken and skinny, has white hair like frost and snow on his temples, and deep wrinkles on his face. Such a situation occurs in a young man in his twenties In his body, it means that his sperm and blood have been exhausted, and his life span has been greatly damaged. It is conservatively estimated that he cannot live for twenty years.
The medicinal properties of the mandala flower have n’t faded yet. It is rare for Qiongda to fall into deep, bitter hatred in retrospect. He pinched the shabby gao, and fell into a dreamlike illusion. Sister, holding Gesanghua in the sun, smiling as beautiful as auspicious goddess, he dreamed of his father, Eminem, his face was blurred, the smell of buttered tea, the sweetness of barley ...
And the beautiful and generous of the dream girl Soranceum ...
Finally, he saw a drum with bones inlaid with lapis lazuli, red coral and Tibetan silver, as well as two yellowed drumheads, an old, invisible face, slapped by a gorgeously dressed lama. On the snare drum, a gruesome smile appeared, and Qiongda shivered in horror, pulling her throat and howling like a wolf.
He was struggling on the sharp gravel ground, letting the sharp stone stab him bloody, leaving countless criss-crossing scars on his body. It seems that only such pain can remind him that he is still alive!
Blood covered the humble altar, Qiongda ’s resentment and anger sensed a picture of heavenly demons in the middle of the sky, with the sleeves of the wave of the heavenly demon king Bo Xun depicted in the middle, endless yin and endless anger Anger caused the fire at the foot of the Red Fire to burn, and the heavenly demons recited Qiongda in all directions: "Hate the world's bitterness, and anger the heavenly devil. Honglian cleans the world and burns all the Buddha's land."
In Lord Hawthorne ’s manor, a majestic and noble lama hurried from the Potala Palace with dozens of Lama protectors. The serfs and servants in the manor fell to their knees, and even the housekeeper invited The guru of Lama also hurriedly came out of the room for entertaining guests and crawled at the feet of the big lama.
The big lama sat in the seat and asked the guardians to lift Lord Huo Kang ’s bed in front of himself, looking at the panic-stricken people, and majesticly said: "Sampoza Lama has something to do, and ca n’t come, so he asked me to come here Take a trip and talk about the devil Qiongda! "
The housekeeper came out and said carefully: "The devil Jonda was the master's slave. When he was young, because of the good looks of the devil, he was gifted as a servant and master of costumes. But he was vicious and cunning in his heart. Many bad deeds, but also want to seduce Miss Soranzum ... the master found his disguised face, he would punish him ... "
After the great lama listened to the incident, the secretive and the guardians glanced at each other and talked with mindfulness: "It seems that it was not that Qiongda who killed the two great lamas and caused blood in the holy place. Huo Kang. He and his family just got some superficial curses. We have to catch that Qiongda and torture him if he knows the evil devil. "
After speaking, he came to Huo Kang, gently applied ghee to Lord Huo Kang ’s forehead, and sang the Sanskrit with the lama beside him ... Qiong Da on the altar suddenly showed the painful color, use The puppet dressed in highland barley has burned on his own, he feels the pain from the deepest part of the body, and the summoned devil relentlessly devours his body.
Countless green and black blood was left from his seven tips, and the huge anti-bite caused by the dismantling of the curse was being seized. This process was extremely painful, and it was tens of times more miserable than living alive. But such pain will not make Qiongda howl.
He bit his tongue, pointed at the sky with a blurry whimper, and said: "Buddha! Look at this world! Why do the most innocent people always suffer first? Why do the evil devil stand above us? If I am guilty, I am willing to fall into Abi, but pure Gesang is innocent ... You said that the reincarnation of good and evil, her soul is forever imprisoned in a human drum! "
"Where is the karma? Where is the rebirth of good and evil? Why can the old people who eat and harm people continue to enjoy? The poor people must suffer forever? Those are the lamas on the surface, the devil behind, drinking human blood, imprisoned The vicious devil of the soul of the good can destroy us forever? The son of a serf will always be a serf, and the son of a noble will always be a noble! "
Jiongda ’s vitality passed away bit by bit, his hair turned pale, and his face was like an dying old man, but he still cursed in the most resentful tone: "No matter who! Whether it is a devil or a god! Either evil or compassion! Just give me the power to avenge me! I will dedicate my soul to him! Qiong Da is here, swear to the soul! "
The last bit of strength disappeared with the oath. With a little connection in the soul, Qiong Da saw that Lord Huo Kang was lying on the bed, dragging the body that had just lifted the curse, and prostrately crawled under the feet of the Great Lama Although the Huo Kang family still has physical discomfort, they can already greet the guests of the Potala Palace enthusiastically.
Seeing the great lama take out the familiar human skin drum, flapping, feeling that he was burning the familiar soul on the human skin drum, following a little connection in the bloodline, sensing his position, Qiong Da wanted Angry, but unable to struggle, his body slowly slipped, knelt down, and fell into the mud ...
Looking at a blood-red manjusahua grows out of himself.
A compassionate voice sings: "Kamma burns the sky and angers the devil. I hope that all things in the world can be raised, and all the world ’s creatures can roar and struggle. May all powerless people , Can also splash five steps in blood! Venerable Rage is the last dignity of all beings, with infinite resentment, Venerable Wrath, burning industry fire, comet striking the moon, Baihong Guanri! "
Jiongda felt a hot flame spewing out of his body, using his resentment as fuel, burning his body and life, the secret demon in his body wailing into fuel, infinite power, let Qiongda Rising into the sky, like a comet piercing the sky, flying to the side where his soul felt.
In Huokang ’s house, the big lama opened his eyes violently and shouted, "Demon, I dare to come here!"
The Great Lama held the Vajra in his arms, and suddenly lifted his body three feet tall, like a giant Vajra, waving a Vajra pestle towards the sky, the red lotus industry fire in the sky wrapped a skeleton, roaring up in the sky, blood red in his eyes The flames, the fists waved like hammers, and they slammed down towards the lama, and the physiognomy of the vajra vajra was actually broken like porcelain.
The thought of thinking that there is no impurities like diamonds, when encountering a karma fire, burning, the big lama breathes, and the soul is drawn by the karma fire, burned in the wailing, and the karma skeleton, hands like a knife, wantonly Beheaded everything he saw.
During the day and night, the herdsmen could see the direction of Lord Huo Kang ’s manor, the red flames stained the sky, and finally in the countless red lotus, like the flames of the other shore, a skeleton hugged a beautiful girl The ghost image entered a peaceful and peaceful world.