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A beam of dim light shines into the hall through the slightly opened window, making the hall even more profound. swallow
The four walls of the large hall are decorated with various rare mineral colors to outline the real forms of various gods of the religion. Those pictures are colorful and will not fade for a long time.
Wooden pillars support the dome.
The wooden pillars are also carved with various complex patterns.
Complex, obscure, and gorgeous patterns are all over the walls, carpets, and domes, making this spacious hall seem a little crowded surrounded by all kinds of gorgeous patterns.
The tall old man with lion-like hair was sitting cross-legged on a copper seat. Looking down at the 'Zhuo Gongbenga' who was kneeling on his knees with his palms on the ground, saluting him like a pig or dog, the old man was dark. Light flowed in the eyes: "When Xiangzhong was destroyed, the spiritual religion was broken into pieces and was absorbed by Tubo.
After that, he once again occupied a high position in the Tubo Dynasty, dominating all people's livelihood, foreign wars, and noble marriages in the Tibetan region.
Just like the method mentioned by the 'prophet', this religion has done it once before. swallow
Now it seems that we have to go through reincarnation again.
In the next era, it seems that the one who dominates the Secret Realm will be the 'Tantric Sect', but it must be a Tantric Sect that is integrated with our god's own religion. "
After saying these words, the lion-like old man fell silent.
Zhuo Gongbenka lowered his head and didn't say much.
After a long time, the old man asked Zhuo Gongbenka in a slow voice: "Did the prophet ever tell me what my fate will be?"
"...I don't dare to say it." Zhuo Gongbenka looked up at the old man and whispered.
The old man grinned, picked up an exquisite wine vessel from the table in front of him, and drank the unknown liquid in it. He licked the blood on his lips, and his pale face gradually turned red: "I asked you to say , you can say.
Zhuo Gongbenka lowered his head and whispered: "The prophet said that even with the method he said, it can only preserve most of the power of the God's religion, but not all the power of the God's religion.
The authority and status of our current religion cannot be fully maintained. "
"I understand this." The old man nodded.
"He also said that even so - 'Zhongba Jiexiang' will definitely die.
I just want to die more honorably..." Zhuo Gongbenka finished the next few sentences quickly, and then lowered his head, not daring to say any more words.
“I will still lead some nobles and Dubenshi to fight against King Zanpu.
——Only in this way, King Zanpu will not be overly suspicious when other members of the Shenling Sect turn to the Tantra Sect and the monks from that day. "The old man's face became a little cold. He looked at the wine vessel filled with blood-red 'wine pulp' on the table, and then said, "Since the prophet said, he is willing to give the life of innocent people whose hands have not been stained. 'The spirit of this religion is a way for people to survive - Luan
No matter what, it's a good thing.
Please pass on the secret message "under that hill" to everyone in this sect.
Whether someone is willing to throw themselves under that mountain hill depends on their predestined relationship. "
"yes."
Zhuo Gongbenka nodded.
The old man said again: "You go out.
Ask the attendant outside the door to summon all my children and grandchildren. "swallow
Zhuo Gong Benka bowed his head to the ground again, slowly exited the magnificent palace, and conveyed the instructions of Prime Minister Zhongba Jie to the 'Master Shi Du' who was waiting outside the door, and the Shi Du left in a hurry.
Before long, the spacious and magnificent hall was filled with noble men and women dressed in silk and satin.
Among the men and women, some of the elders had gray hair and looked even younger than Zhongbajie, who was sitting at the top. The younger ones were even just one or two years old, and were being held in the arms of young women to breastfeed.
"Why didn't Dawa come?" Zhong Ba glanced at everyone present and asked in a loud voice to the descendants who were talking lively.
As soon as he finished speaking, the noisy discussion in the hall suddenly fell silent.
The men and women looked at each other for a while.
A man stretched out his hand to signal to Zhong Bajie. After receiving Zhong Bajie's nod, he said: "Father, Dawa was married to Lord Langlong by you three days ago to be Langlong's seventh wife. ”
"I remembered." Zhongbajie responded, then turned to look at the young woman holding the one-year-old baby.
The young woman's appearance is somewhat similar to Zhong Jie's.
Among the many descendants of ‘Maxiang’s Zhongjiejie’ present, quite a few were born with mutilated limbs, blind eyes, or suffered from various diseases such as albinism.
“You don’t have to breastfeed Lamba yourself.
Just let his wet nurse do it. "Zhongbajie said to the young woman.
The young woman hugged her child and saluted Zhongba Festival: "I understand, father."
"Langba is over a year old, but I, as a father, have not held him a few times." Zhongbajie was particularly talkative today. He looked at the child in the young woman's arms and stretched out his arms, " Come, bring Langba over."
The young woman responded quickly, walked quietly through the hall with the child in her arms, and handed her youngest son to her father.
She took the opportunity to sit next to her father.
Zhong Jianjie held the baby in his arms, shaking his arms slightly. He teased the baby in his arms for a while, then raised his head, and the young woman consciously took the baby in his arms.
“I’m calling you all here today.
I have something to announce to you. "Zhongbajie scanned the faces of all the men and women in the field, and under the gaze of all his descendants, he said aloud, "The tantric monk from Tianzhu had formal contact with the cronies sent by King Zanpu last night. "
When many people in the hall heard this, their expressions suddenly changed.
"Can't Wizard Duben of Beast Dragon Pool stop him?"
"Father can send Shanlongchi or even Qishanlongchi Wu to kill him!"
"King Zanpu had previously invited the tantric monk from Nalanda Temple in Tianzhu, but that time the tantric monk was forced to return to Tianzhu. This time he invited the tantric monk Jinglian again - he is iron The heart is against us!"
The descendants started making noise.
Zhong Jianjie frowned slightly and said: "The Jinglian monk from Tianzhu ate the 'sacrifice' of four Beast Dragon Pool Duben wizards - his strength was originally not as good as those four Beast Dragon Pool Duben wizards. But at the critical moment, danger can be turned into good fortune. If Shanlongchi and even Qishanlongchi witches were sent to surround him at that time, the result would be the same.
He might be a little embarrassed at first, but he will be the one who wins in the end.
——Because he is the ‘destined destination’ of the current secret realm. "
The nobles of the Ma Xiang clan fell silent after hearing what Zhongbajie said. swallow
Zhongbajie continued: "I used the last book of the Divine Spirit's sect, the 'Alpinia Leaf Book', and the foreshadowing that appeared in the book was that Jinglian Monk will directly surrender the 'Underground Ten Thousand Dragon King' in the near future."
The Kangqinsang sacred mountain collapsed and Zhongbajie himself was buried alive. He did not reveal it to his descendants at the moment.
To prevent people from being distracted.
But even the news that Jinglian Monk will surrender the underground Ten Thousand Dragons King in the near future still shocked everyone and they dared not speak anymore.
Among the six dragon kings, the 'Nianga Dragon King' is the highest, and the 'Underground Dragon King' is in the middle.
However, even so, among the legendary six dragon kings, no one from the deity religion has been able to successfully refine any of their magical objects and combine them with them!
But the prophecy book says that Jinglian will be the one to subdue the underground Ten Thousand Dragons King! swallow
This news made the descendants of the Ma Xiang family feel quite unhappy. Thinking about the current situation, they couldn't help but feel a strong sense of frustration.
“The danger of our religion is imminent.
The descendants of the Ma Xiang family need to find a way out for themselves. "Zhongbajie stood up and said, "I have a way of life for you now, but if you want to take this way of life, you must give up all your current power, all wealth, and all status.
That way of survival may be 'under that hill'. "
"Under that hill?"
"Under which hill?"
Everyone whispered. swallow
Most people were confused, not knowing where Zhongbajie's "under the hill" was pointing, so they turned their attention to Zhongbajie Xiang.
But there are still a few people who, after hearing the words 'under that hill', either become thoughtful or their eyes light up slightly.
After Zhongbajie said those four words, he paid close attention to the reactions of all his descendants.
He saw those heirs whose eyes shone with light after he said those four words, so he wrote down their faces one by one, and then asked: "Can we find 'under the hill'? It's up to you to take this path of life.
Other than this, other ways of life can only be found by ourselves. "
After some advice,
The descendants of the Ma Xiang family walked out of the hall one after another. swallow
Zhongbajie looked at the backs of the heirs whose eyes shone with light after hearing the words "under that hill". He did not ask any questions from the heirs and allowed them to leave the hall.
Then he walked into the hall with the attendants, who were lying on the ground like pigs and dogs and saluting, and said: "Dongxiong, Langkan, Zongtanri, Jebu, Tashi Dorje...my sons and grandsons Wherever you go after that, you must closely monitor it.”
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In a simple living room.
An oil lamp squatted on the stained table.
The peasant woman cautiously brought a wooden plate with a piece of highland barley cake on it. She pushed the wooden plate towards the big monk opposite who had a mustache, a pointed hat and a bright yellow robe. She clasped her hands together, bowed and whispered: "Please use it, Buddha."
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She hurriedly left the main hall.
Not long after, tsampa and tea were brought and placed on the table.
The peasant woman, her husband, son, and pregnant daughter-in-law all knelt beside the square table, waiting respectfully for the big monk with a mustache, and enjoying the few meals left by their family.
The big monk with a mustache picked up the highland barley cake, took a bite, frowned, put down the hard cake, glanced at the tsampa and tea, turned to the kneeling family on the side, and said kindly: " I see there is a hen in your chicken coop."
The peasant woman looked troubled when she heard this.
The farmer scratched his head and said in a naive voice: "That chicken didn't lay any eggs today, and the eggs it laid in the past were all left to my daughter-in-law.
You want to eat eggs - when the chicken lays eggs tomorrow morning, I will fetch them for Buddha. "swallow
The great monk nodded when he heard this and said no more, nor did he touch the food on the table.
He stood up and said to the four members of the family with a smile: "I'm full. You can use the rest of the food yourself."
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
The whole family knelt down and worshiped.
Watching the monk's boots move, he walked out of the dilapidated house.
Outside the house, the sky was dim. swallow
Jinglian looked up at the sky, walked through the fence of the dilapidated stone house, turned his head to look at the hen in the chicken coop, and whispered to himself: "Serving without piety is equivalent to not serving.
Buddha has mercy..."
He walked towards his Dharma sedan chair not far away.
A group of monks gathered around the Dharma sedan chair again, carrying the sedan chair for him, preaching the Dharma, raising flags, and holding umbrellas.
In the stone house, there were sudden bursts of coughing.
The coughing became more and more intense.