Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 171: The Styx cloth kills a temple, the cold borer demon madness

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In the majestic Zamlingi Holy Land, there is a lot of tranquility. In the heavy palaces, countless stars and lanterns are burning in the dark halls. The Shami walk carefully in the dark corners, a huge grand palace, At this time, it was silent, and thousands of lamas and Sha Mi lived and lived again, and they could be more quiet than the wilderness.

This is really not an easy task.

The rules of the sects are very strict. The more they emphasize respect, the more they pay attention to the rules. Without these rules, the status and respect can not be reflected. The solemnity and sacredness of the living Buddha can hardly be maintained.

Therefore, no living Buddha can be fingered here, no utterances before the living Buddha, no shami sighting of the living Buddha, no talk of the living Buddha arrogantly, no loud noise, no action without permission, such a solemn and sacred existence, all disturbances are To die! Even if the officials of the Ming Dynasty came, if they offended the authority of the Living Buddha, they would also be severely punished in the name of "deep sin, questioning, and defamation of the Dharma."

Tibet has never been killed by tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of lives to maintain the dignity of the living Buddha.

Under such circumstances, the Da Ming court, who did not dare to open the sidelines, certainly did not risk the instability of the border, and fell over with the officials of the district and the guru of Zamlingi Holy Land.

Every day, the living Buddhas will produce hundreds of pounds of popular incense, nectar, red and white bodhi for the Sami lamas to take in. Only Tibetan nobles and slave owners with Huigen and Buddha nature, Only then will it be given by Zamlingi Holy Land, and he will be happy to take the gift of the guru.

The lamas holding these relics in gold bottles and gold letters were solemn and solemn, and took these things from the place where the living Buddha lived, and a strong and protective lama was covered with a black cloth. The golden plate brought eight lamas from outside the holy land in a hurry, carefully avoiding the shami who were holding the holy thing and moving meticulously, and went in the direction of their coming.

The structure of the palace is not suitable for lighting, and the lighting conditions of the plateau are not good. Under the shadow of the dim butter lamp, several people stepped on the thick woven carpets under their feet and smelled the fragrance of the rich spices in the temple. Suddenly exhausted, the spirit shook and tightened the gold plate more cautiously, surrounded by gorgeous decorations, inlaid with agate, crystal, coral, pearl and glaze.

Of course, gold is the most. The palace eaves are outstretched, the corners of the roof are raised, the gilt copper tiles, the gilt gilt, the bottle, the scorpion fish and the golden wing are used as the ridge decoration. The gilt bronze ornaments are all eight Buddhist treasures, and the columns and beams are covered with brightly colored paintings and gorgeous carvings.

In the palace of the Zamlingji Holy Land, the interior corridors are staggered, the halls are mixed, the space is tortuous, and even the middle-aged Lama protector who is familiar with the arrangement is surrounded with a trace of solemnity and piety.

On the way, the gabala bone ornaments, spirit towers, treasure buildings and prayer flags are more and more with a mysterious color. The powerful thoughts fluctuate in the void, and countless gilt scriptures are occasionally in the surrounding magical instruments. Upstream, a ray of glazed Buddha light was released, and an old lama wearing a Pilu hat sat on the lotus pier. His bones were thin, his facial features were deeply sunken, but in the flesh, a little vajra-like radiance was blooming.

When I saw the middle-aged Lama protector coming in, I just meditated on the Buddha's number and asked, "But came for the murder of the two great lamas of Yundan Hengbu and Sambuza? The two great lamas in the same status I was shocked when I was killed! This kind of murderer who has blood from the body of the Buddha, no evil, no mercy, must not bypass him. This department has ordered all the Lama protectors to find the whereabouts of this person, and they will definitely get justice for the two great lamas. ! "

The Lama protector replied: "King Sarogada Chin, I ordered the local nobles to search carefully, and finally found a trace of him in the place where the murderer committed the crime!" Offer.

Pharaoh Sarogada Chin took the gold plate and did not watch it immediately, but put his hand on the black cloth covered by the gold plate and applauded: "Good job!" Both the middle-aged Lama protector headed by him, and the eight lamas behind him, all showed awe-inspiring expressions.

Sarojada Chin Pharaoh opened his eyes fiercely and shouted, "Good thief!"

The Yuanshen has been fighting dozens of minds with the Scorpion Yuanshen sent on the golden plate. Although Singhe is not in front of him, he has become the supernatural supernatural power of the devil, which is already above this person ’s essence. Therefore, with a little first-class weak mental power, you can draw a tie, until several other old lamas next to you, who are like dead people, also opened their eyes, barely expelled this mental power.

The Styx stood on the Tibetan plateau thousands of miles away, surrounded by reckless grasslands. He suddenly looked up and looked in the direction of the Lhasa Center of the Confucianism. He gently smiled and said, "The ancestor's things So easy to take ... I want my things, then take my life to change it! I hid them all in the divine map ... "

Pharaoh Sarogada Chin opened the black drape covered on the gold plate, revealing an ice-carved jade borer underneath. At this time, the thought of the Styx above had been jointly expelled by them, leaving only an obscure secret. Power, and a greedy idea that thrilled King Sarokadachin.

"This is probably the reason why the two great lamas, Yundan Hengbu and Sambuza, were killed? In this way, the ancient strange insects can have such evil roots even if they are left alone. If they are really murderous, they still have to The deity comes to spend it! "

The two old lamas next to him with a smile smiled and agreed: "Submitting to the outer Dao is the supreme supernatural power of my Buddha. If King Sarojada Chin can surrender to this ancient fierce, he will certainly be able to reign. Adding an infinite amount of magical protection, the Dharma practice has made further progress. Be the first Dharma King! "

Despite the polished skin like diamonds, King Sarokadaqin could n’t help but show a smile, picking up the jade bug on the gold plate, chanting obscure Sanskrit sounds from his mouth, and an infinite amount of Buddha light emanating from behind his head , Condensing to the jade worm in his hand.

The Styx beyond thousands of miles senses that a delicate mind wants to infect the essence of the cold borer, but the cold borer is originally a different kind of demon head that has been transformed by the endless Yin Devil in the demon figure. If there is an essence, it is also The essence of Desire Demon's head was affected by that thought, and it immediately clamored, or Stygian suppressed it, and urged dozens of heavenly demons in the demon figure to invade with supreme thought.

In the Holy Land of Zamlingi, King Sarogada Chin smiled, and even sang in his mouth. He had already felt that his buddhism was invading the essence of the cold borer, and he seemed to be able to control this strange Most of the power left by the insects will soon be completed, and it can't help but be ecstatic, but in an instant, the cold in the hand suddenly changes.

Wake up in the blink of an eye, lightning strikes into the mouth of Dharma Sorajadachin, and turns into a cold stream along the trachea, then he must enter into the internal organs of Dharma Sorajadachin.

The face of King Sarokada Chin changed greatly, and he hurriedly suppressed it with his mind, but where did he suppress it?

His body swelled up suddenly, the dry muscles and bones quickly recovered, became full and swollen, the glazed Buddha light flowed in the flesh, a vajra-like body, so recovered in front of everyone, his hands formed a large tantra handprint , Shouted sharply in his mouth: "My brothers and sisters, please invite the Bodhisattva ..."

The thin old lama next to him suddenly stood up. At this time, King Sarojadaqin could not bear it anymore. He pulled himself up and jumped out of bed. He just took a step and saw a thin layer of ice appear on his chest. After two extremely fast steps, I saw King Sarogada Chin and the whole person was frozen into a statue. A cold borer with a big thumb drilled out of his chest and suddenly expanded to the size of a water tank.

The giant cold borer fluttered its wings and blew up, bursting into ten thousand cold stars in the temple, followed by the congregation of countless cold stars, drilling into the remaining few people in the temple, and immediately swallowing their essential blood, Pumped into a corpse.

These cold borers re-drilled into the dry corpses, and the primordial spirit of King Sarojadachin was still frozen in his flesh. At this time, he could feel that countless cold borer-like alien heads attached Above his primordial spirit, greedily swallowed up.

"Ahhhhhh!" The screaming cry of King Sarokkadachin was frozen in the flesh forever, and the extreme pain suffered by the Yuanshen has generated strong unwillingness and resentment, which has engulfed the cold The insects urged more and more crazy. In the solemn little hall of the Zamlingi Holy Land, the little bit of cold light slowly passed away, a dozen dry bodies, and his eyes opened indifferently ...