144. Prostration to the Tiger-robed Bodhisattva (1/2)

144. Prostration to the Tiger-robed Bodhisattva (1/2)

Su Wu's expression remained unchanged, he took off the leather bag from his waist, took out the letter and stuffed it into his arms, and handed the leather bag to the middle-aged slave.

"Fill me with tsampa, dried meat, and butter in a leather bag.

I want to be able to see it when I leave. "

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He stepped within the threshold.

The middle-aged servant behind him took the leather bag and followed behind with his body hunched over.

In this manor, the middle-aged slave no longer had the slightest home field advantage. Instead, Su Wu was strolling in front of him, as if he were the master here.

Those mixed-breed mastiffs that barked because they heard Su Wu's footsteps through the door wall. After seeing Su Wu with their own eyes, they all became as obedient as lambs and crouched on both sides of the road. Be gentle at all times.

All these miraculous things convinced the middle-aged slave that the young man walking in front of him must be a disciple of a great monk in a large temple. The fact that he dared to wander alone at night in a night full of strange creatures also showed that this young man was a disciple. The talents of the monks are extraordinary.

He secretly resented himself for looking down on others.

He actually called such a monk a 'slave', but at the same time he was glad that he did not offend this monk more. When he saw that the situation was not right, he changed his attitude.

I hope my respect,

Can he save some of this young monk's impression of him?

Let him not reproach himself in front of his master.

Thinking like this, the middle-aged slave behaved more submissively.

He plucked up the courage to directly lead Su Wu into the magnificently built main hall, and served Su Wu food such as cheese cake, hemp cake, and dried meat.

Serve butter tea,

Please wait in the main hall, Su Wu.

Then he turned around and hurriedly asked the owner of Gondola, who was already asleep, to come out and meet the young monk.

The middle-aged servant informed the steward that it would be some time before Gondo Le could come out to meet the guests in person.

During this time, Su Wu sat comfortably in the main hall, eating cheese cakes and drinking butter tea, neither slow nor sick.

He kept thinking about the problems he might encounter on his way to Xionghu Lake.

needed supplies,

Make sure you can find a solution for yourself.

The terrifying thing about the Secret Realm is that all the evil spirits here are in a state of resurgence. They run rampant everywhere and have no scruples.

during the day,

Thanks to the strong belief in the ‘Great Sun Tathagata’ here, and the strange power of the Secret Realm itself, the sun during the day has some ability to restrain strange creatures.

Most of the tricksters will not be active during the day.

But at night,

The secret realm is a completely strange world.

Even if people are sleeping at home and doing nothing, a ghost may pass by and wipe out all the people here.

It is precisely because of this indefinite and unknown terror that

On the contrary, it promoted the prosperity of Buddhist belief here.

Even when Su Wu was walking here, he had to be careful to prevent himself from encountering strange things that were so powerful that they were almost unsolvable.

Fortunately, no matter what situation he faces, as long as Su Wu is conscious, he can 'exit the simulation' anytime and anywhere.

This is already a layer of protection.

The purpose of his coming to the 'Gondo Le' Manor was to replenish supplies for him to deal with strange and various emergencies.

This is the second level of protection.

As a reward for the Gondolet family to replenish supplies for themselves,

Su Wu would naturally 'cure' his beloved daughter's 'sleeping sickness'.

While awaiting the arrival of Gondola himself,

He has already made a list of supplies in his mind.

"Can you cure my beloved daughter Dolma Thondup's illness?"

Just when Su Wu was making a list in his mind, a 'meat mountain' squeezed in at the door of the main hall.

This is a middle-aged man who weighs at least 200 pounds.

There were layers of flesh on his belly, and even though he was wearing a fine silk robe, he didn't show the slightest aura of nobility.

Instead, he looked like a fat pig wrapped in a flowery robe.

The middle-aged man's face is also full of fat, and his eyes are mostly covered by fat. The location of his eyes can only be determined through the flash of light in the gap between the fat.

A huge string of Bodhi beads hung around his neck.

The string of beads had turned into jade, and under the light of the lamp, it kept trembling with the rise and fall of his chest and abdomen as he spoke, reflecting a gleaming light.

Su Wu glanced at him and said, "Please wait for me to see your beloved daughter now. I can only confirm her current condition.

Only then can she be treated. "

This fat middle-aged man is none other than Gondola himself.

He waved his hand and caused a gust of wind in the main hall: "Take him there!"

As he spoke, he sat on his special chair, breathing heavily - with such a physique, it was difficult for him to get up from bed in the middle of the night and rush all the way to the main hall because he was worried about his beloved daughter's condition. A manor owner.

Behind the gondola were two slaves,

One is the middle-aged man who ‘received’ Su Wu before.

One is a maid with a graceful figure and affectionate eyebrows.

The maid bowed to Su Wu and asked Su Wu to follow her. Then she took small steps to lead the way to the residence of Gondo Le's beloved daughter, Dolma Dundup.

Gondola himself followed without anyone.

——It will probably take a while for him to breathe evenly.

After walking for a while in the manor where flowers and trees were planted and prayer flags were hung everywhere, the maid stopped in front of a blockhouse that was covered with prayer flags and the prayer curtains almost covered the walls.

She took out a small key,

Opened the lock on the wooden door of the forthouse,

He also brought the oil lamp and fire starter from the hidden corner of the tower, lit the oil lamp, held the oil lamp in one hand, and protected the flame with the other. He gestured sideways to Su Wu and said respectfully: "Please come in, the lady will sleep peacefully in this room." "

Su Wu nodded.

Follow the maid into the house,

The lights in the room were lit one after another, and the space suddenly became brighter.

He saw the pale girl lying on the bed.

At the same time as his own intention, he sensed an almost imperceptible charm.

Su Wu had also experienced the current scene in previous simulations.

There was no expression on his face. He walked to the bed curtain, opened the girl's eyelids and looked at her, then opened his mouth and looked at her tongue.

——These operations are of no use in removing the charm.

But at least it can give the owner some peace of mind.

"I already know the source of her sleeping sickness."

"Please prepare for me 'Red Flower', 'Secret Linking Root', 'Wind Seeing Grass', 'Spirit Boat Flower'...Flan Yak Meat, Rotten Chicken Intestines, Children's Urine..."

These things must be found tonight,

I need to prepare medicinal soup and other things,

Treat your lady's condition.

——Also, please, your master, lend me the ‘gabala bowl’. "

Su Wu spoke clearly and unhurriedly reported a list of medicinal materials and the names of strange and unusual items.

He didn't speak quickly, but it was still difficult for the maid to write it down in a short time.

The maid looked troubled,

Don't know what to do.

"Bring a pen and paper." Seeing this, Su Wu knew what the other party was in trouble for, so he asked the maid to bring a pen and paper, wrote a list directly in the secret domain text, and handed it to the maid.

Seeing that he can write the hidden text that even the master has not mastered much,

The maid's eyes suddenly turned to reverence,

She repeatedly claimed that she was right, and told Su Wu that it was up to the master whether he could borrow a Gabala bowl. Su Wu was asked to wait here and be patient.

Then he turned around and hurriedly ran to prepare various items.

Gabala bowl, rotten meat, intestines, etc.

Su Wu mainly used it to make a few offerings to deal with the relatively frequent spooks he might encounter on his way.

It is regarded as a ‘public weapon for private use’.

After a while, the maid came over holding a bowl of bones made of chiseled copper, gilt silver, and inlaid with gems. Behind her were several slaves, carrying all the things Su Wu listed.

Gondo Le himself also walked outside the tower with the support of several slaves.

A strong slave lay on the ground so that he could sit on his back.

“Master, this is the kabala bowl passed down from my grandfather ‘Shan Zhi’ Hutuktu.

I borrowed it from the Master today.

There's just one thing I don't understand - Gabala bowls are generally used to make various offerings to gods and demons. What does the mage use it for? "In the gap between Gondo Le's fleshy face, a pair of small black eyes shined.

He read the list of supplies written by Su Wu.

Knowing that this person could master the secret domain text, his identity must not be simple, so he placed high hopes on him.

I am willing to lend this precious magical instrument, the Gabala Bowl, to Su Wu for use.

But if you have some doubts in your heart, you need to ask them clearly.

“Of course I want to use it to make offerings.

To be honest, Mr. Gondole, the 'sleeping sickness' that your beloved daughter contracted is actually not a disease at all, but a strange evil. "

Su Wu picked up the Gabala bowl, raised his eyes and said to Gondo Le who was sitting on the slave's back.

"Something strange?

Previously, the disciplinary monk from Zhedan Monastery came to see my little girl.

I didn't feel any signs of the invasion of the charm from her..." Gonduole frowned, and the fat on his face folded into layers.

It's not that he doubted Su Wu.

But he was wondering if the disciplinary monks at Zhedan Temple had failed to do their best to treat his beloved daughter?

Being under the watchful eyes of all forces, Gondolet also knew that he was a piece of plump lamb, and everyone wanted to take a bite.

Even the 'Zhedan Temple' that grandpa once controlled wanted to get involved and get a piece of the pie.

So when encountering this kind of thing, he couldn't help but think too much.

“He doesn’t have enough magic.

How could the Discipline Monk, who has not practiced at home, sense such a mysterious charm as subtle as a hair? "Su Wu shook his head with a calm expression.

The words he said made people think he was too arrogant.

Seeing him turning his back, grabbing the rotten beef and throwing it into the Gabala bowl, Gondole became even more suspicious in his heart.

The young monk's good collection of books had left a good impression on him.

But when he saw that he bluntly said that a top-ranking monk in a Dharma temple was "not good at practicing", he suddenly felt a little distrustful of the young monk.

The disciplined monks who have been practicing for many years cannot practice at home.

Could it be that because you are young and have no hair on your mouth, you can achieve success in cultivation?

If you can relieve my beloved daughter's condition, that's all. If you can't, I must let you try. Is it the teeth of the dozens of mastiffs I raise that are hard, or your bones?

Gondola made up his mind,

No more words.

He stared at Su Wu's back and saw the young monk in simple clothes with his back turned to him, finishing mixing the contents of the Gabala bowl and muttering something in his mouth,

An inexplicable aura suddenly emerged from the void, lingering in the tower where my beloved daughter lived.

The rotten meat and other materials in the bowl gradually condensed into a black-gold tasteless lotus flower with the blessing of Su Wu's chanting.

The lotus meat offering has been made.

He folded his fingers,

Make the 'outer lion seal'.

The chanting of economics in his mouth paused for a moment,

Immediately afterwards,

More high-pitched and more majestic syllables burst out from his throat: "Hum!

Ha Wumo,

Hum, Pah!"

The breath lingering in the bunker suddenly burst out!

Gondol, who was sitting on the back of the servant, staggered and almost fell to the ground. He sensed this dangerous momentum and saw the young monk in the bunker.

He quickly lay on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Kude to the master!

Prostration to the master!

Prostration to the tiger-clothed master!"

All the servants around him also saw the strange scene in the bunker, and they all bowed down in fear and followed Gondol to kowtow and prostrate!