803, Naikangze Manor (1/2)
Kangqinsang Sacred Mountain, the central holy place of the ‘Shenjin Ben Sect’. Gan
The snow-capped mountains surrounding the sacred mountain stretch continuously, and the mountains are undulating and winding, stretching over thousands of miles.
Many towns and villages in this area of thousands of miles believe in the "Shen Shen Ben Sect", and the "Long Cong Chi", "Beast Dragon Chi", and "Shan Long Chi" of the Shen Shen Ben Sect are located in these thousands of miles. Around the various snow peaks in the area.
Countless Duben masters gathered here to study the "Huabai Hundred Thousand Dragons Sutra", understand the rituals of sacrificing the Ben, and salvage the ritual objects from the dragon ponds.
It was dusk now, and the sun was setting under the stretching snow peaks in the distance of Naisangze Town.
The falling sun splashes a golden-red wave in the sky, and the brilliant rays of light cover the snow-capped mountains, making the snow-capped mountains in the distance of 'Naisangze Town' more and more beautiful, giving off an indescribable sense of sanctity. .
Crimson light shone on the shabby and dilapidated buildings in the streets and towns.
People with sallow faces and skinny muscles hurried through the streets and hid in their dilapidated thatched and earthen houses before the daylight faded. From the windows and cracks in the doors, they peered at the man in black riding a white horse from afar. Gan
The man was carrying a huge bone staff and driving the white horse slowly through the only main street in the town.
Head to Lord Naikangze's manor in the center of the town, surrounded by many dilapidated houses.
The bell on the neck of the white horse under him made a clear sound.
Behind him, several more men wearing thick black robes, or hanging a bone flute on the saddle, or wearing a leather drum around their waists, followed, chatting and laughing with the people on the white horses, and gathered towards Lord Kangze's manor. .
Many stewards in the manor gathered around the towering wall, and the sound of drums and pianos floated out from it, floating in front of the various small doors of the manor in the dusk. They reached out to grab the reeds of the bells on the top of the small doors, and shook them vigorously. stand up--
Dang Dang Dang Dang!
The tongue of the reed collides with the copper wall of the bell, making a clear sound. Gan
Scattered around the outside of the town, with their feet shackled to a crossbar, slaves doing various jobs, after hearing the continuous and intensive sound of bells, all rolled and crawled in groups. Naikangze gathered at the manor and left.
The slaves in charge had shackles on their feet. They swung the whip ropes in their hands and beat the slaves who were lagging behind, forcing them to speed up.
Dang Dang Dang!
The bell rang for about a minute and then stopped.
All the slaves were put on long horizontal wooden shackles at the small entrances of the manor. Rows of slaves walked sideways and bent their waists, carefully walking through the low small doors.
The last slaves who had not yet entered the small door were marked by the steward on their faces with a colored mineral material, tied up with a straw rope, and led to the side yard of the manor.
"These slaves came back too late. They haven't eaten today." The man in black robes who followed the man driving the white horse to the gate of Naikangze Manor lifted the hat on his head. , showing a thin and gloomy face, he looked at the slaves who were marked by the steward with mineral materials, with a smile in his eyes, "They will be taken to the 'Basoda Room', those who are responsible for handling 'Bassoda' The butcher will starve them for two nights.
After making them drain their own excrement and urine, they cut out their respective "basodas" and provided them to the master Duben who was supported by the manor owner for daily practice. "
The man riding the white horse didn't even frown when he listened to what the thin and gloomy wizard Duben said. He turned over and dismounted in front of the Naikangze Manor. The gleaming white horse turned into a burst of light dust and got into the man. In the bell held in the hand.
Another Duben wizard with curly hair and a hooked nose looked at the bell in the man's hand with some envy in his eyes: "The Linka brothers have been riding 'Dragon Horse Congben' for days, which is better than the 'Ma Ben' we raised. too much.
I really don’t know what the ‘officer book’ of the Linka brothers is? "
As he spoke, the hook-nosed wizard turned his attention to the strangely long large bone stick wrapped in black cloth behind the man's back.
He could sense bursts of the 'original power of the secret realm' that was very different from what he sensed in his daily practice, lingering between the big bone sticks behind the opponent, but it was difficult to identify the cold, gloomy, death-like ' What exactly is "original power"?
"I haven't completed my sacrifice yet." The tall man named 'Linka' lifted the conical hat on his head, revealing a very handsome face. Gan
His face made several fellow Tuben masters who came along the way around him feel slightly dazed.
Master Duben, who had a thin face, looked at Linka's face, his eyes lingered on the big bone stick behind him for a moment, and he smiled gloomily: "Your Excellency has not yet completed the sacrificial ritual, but you have already obtained the 'dharma object' .
Could it be that you are from a Duben family that has been practicing Buddhism for generations? "
'Linka' shook his head: "By chance, I got this magical object."
"Good luck..."
People around him were filled with emotion.
The steward, who was hunched over at the front door, waiting for everyone to finish chatting, took advantage of the four Duben masters to say nothing. He knelt down and bowed to the four people like a dog, and at the same time said flatteringly: "Sir, my master is already here. A banquet was prepared in the garden.
Please take a seat, Mr. Duben.
There are already other masters sitting inside. "
"Lord Naikangze has sent a message this time, inviting many Duben masters in Naikangze Longchi to have a banquet in his manor and instruct his eldest son's Duben practice. We are invited here and will definitely not neglect it." The hook-nosed Duben master looked up into the air, as if looking at the steward kneeling on the ground would dirty his eyes.
He took out a fist-sized square box from his arms and placed it on the table beside the main entrance, saying: "This is a kind of dragon medicine I collected and prepared myself, and I give it to Lord Naikangze's eldest son for self-defense."
The steward kneeling on the ground immediately thanked him profusely.
Then, the skinny Duben master and the tall and strong Duben master each took out a gift carefully wrapped in a wooden box and placed it on the table at the door.
The two gave Lord Naikangze's eldest son a finger bone of a monk from the Secret Zen Temple, who was supported by him day and night, and a homemade flute for summoning ewe sheep. Gan
When it was the turn of the Duben wizard named ‘Linka’, he looked at the gifts on the table, then turned his eyes to the steward kneeling on the ground, and said: “I was originally going to the ‘Beast Dragon Pool’ in Naikangze to practice, and I heard that the eldest son of the Lord of Naikangze would officially start the ritual practice today, so I didn’t prepare any gifts.
How about this.
I can promise to help Lord Naikangze do something. As long as it is not to murder others or do evil, I will do it.
You can use this as a gift to the eldest son of Lord Naikangze. What do you think?”
When ‘Linka’ said this, the expressions of the Duben wizards around him changed.
Some people smiled in response.
Some people hesitated. Gan
Several people did not look at ‘Linka’, but stared at the steward kneeling on the ground, as if they wanted to see a flower on the steward’s dark and thin face.
The steward smiled reluctantly, and there was no flattery as before.
He looked up at Linka - before, he didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of the masters, but now he suddenly had the courage.
After looking at Linka, the steward's smile became a little cold, but he still smiled politely: "My master invites you this time. It doesn't matter if you bring gifts or not, as long as you can come to my manor upon invitation.
It doesn't matter if you haven't prepared gifts for the time being.
Just go in.
Don't say "do something for my master" anymore. There are many masters gathered around my master, and I can't bother you to come. Just go in and enjoy the banquet!" Gan
The steward's words were still relatively polite, but the meaning in his words was inevitably a little teasing.
When Linka's fellow masters heard what the steward said, their faces became more and more smiling.
Someone said to Linka, "Yes, it's not a big deal that Brother Linka is not prepared at the moment. Let's go to the banquet together."
"Let's go together!"
Linka was teased by the steward whose status was many times lower than that of Master Duben, but he didn't show any indignation on his face. He was still calm and asked the steward one more question, "Do you really not need me to help the Naikangze family?"
The steward lowered his head.
This time there was no reply. Gan
Linka looked normal and didn't ask any more questions. He walked into the manor with several other Master Duben.
The maid led them to the garden.
In the garden where various precious flowers were planted, there were indeed low tables with delicacies and fine wines on them. Many Master Duben were already sitting at the low tables, talking and laughing loudly with each other.
They glanced at Linka and his group walking over together, and nodded slightly.
The look towards Linka, Zhebuni and the others was inevitably inquiring.
Zhebuni and the other two were very active - they came to the banquet at Naikangze's house just to make friends, so they naturally would not give up this opportunity. They introduced themselves during the conversation and soon became friends with other Duben masters.
But 'Linka' sat alone behind a low table in the corner, with a calm expression, sitting like a wooden sculpture or a clay doll.
The voices of the Duben masters echoed around the garden, and it was very lively.
"The monk Jinglian from India gave his first Dharma talk at the Guangjutai a few days ago.
It is said that when he started, a lotus platform appeared in the sky. In the center of the lotus platform, a baby with a body as white as jade sat. Various strange phenomena appeared on all sides of the Guangjutai as he taught the Twelve Chapters of the Lotus Platform of the Dharma Realm.
At once, many Bon disciples, secret Zen temple disciples, nobles, and common people around Lhasa were astonished and paid their respects to the monk Jinglian!
Even the concubine of the King of the Zamp, Yixi Cuojia, was impressed by the monk Jinglian's Dharma and asked the King of the Zamp to allow her to practice with the monk Jinglian. Although the King of the Zamp did not agree at that time, he promised to build the first secret Dharma temple for the monk Jinglian in Lhasa!" Master Youdu spoke loudly, and the people around him heard his words and fell silent for a while. They stopped talking to each other and listened attentively.