836, The Thirteenth Dharma Transmission (1/2)

836, The Thirteenth Dharma Transmission (1/2)

Outside Luoxuewang City.

In the darkness covering the low hills of the barren mountains, there are fires that grow into long dragons, meandering across the chaotic mountains.

The blazing fire finally stopped at the foot of a lonely mountain.

The firelight reflected a group of soldiers dressed in various colors of Tubo soldier armor and leather jackets, with red flags behind their backs. This group gathered many Tubo local standard armors, King Zampu's personal bodyguard armors, and ordinary soldiers' leather armors. In the team, the only thing that can be used to identify each soldier is the red flag on their back.

"Honored Master, why do you stop here?"

In the army, several tall men with helmets and armor drove their strong horses out slowly.

The armored old man at the front of the army was surrounded in the middle.

The firelight reflected the old man's gray beard and hair.

He was already in his old age, but he was in good spirits and there was still a constant fire burning in his eyes.

After hearing the questions from several generals and disciples, the armored old man - Qu Li Guang Hai Zang looked at the lonely mountain top in the darkness, with a smile on his old face: "He is my teacher now - the teacher of your teacher." When it comes to law.

He made an agreement with me to meet on Mount Gexi outside the city of King Luoxue and teach me the Dharma.

This is Mount Gexi.

You guys wait for me here while I go up the mountain. "

The generals and disciples nodded in response.

They were dispersed in the team, restrained the soldiers, and ordered the soldiers under their command to rest where they were.

Qu Liguang Haizang dismounted his strong horse, hung the whip on the saddle, and walked towards Gexi Mountain, climbing the mountain road in the darkness and gradually reaching the top of the mountain.

He walked all the way from the bottom of the mountain, but he saw no iron pot prepared by his master in advance, no fire burning on the top of the mountain, and no other brothers. It seemed that he and the soldiers he led were the only ones around Gexi Mountain. Team.

The armored old man's heart sank slightly.

The last time my respected master taught the Dharma, there were only five disciples left.

Isn't it possible that now... I'm the only one left...

Quli Guanghaizang climbed to the top of Bald Mountain.

There are no trees on the top of Gexi Mountain, and there are rocks all around. There is no sign of the revered master on the dark mountain top.

That ominous premonition also became more and more intense in Qu Liguang Haizang's heart.

For the twelve previous lectures, the Master would wait for everyone's arrival early on the hill and cook a pot of broth for everyone. But this time, Quli Guanghaizang was already waiting on the top of the mountain. For half an hour, there was still no sign of the revered master.

What happened?

The armored old man stood on the edge of the mountain and saw a group of cavalry rushing out of the dark night carrying red flags. The cavalry team quickly approached the troops under his command.

His expression did not change.

It is known that the cavalry team carrying the red flag was the scout he sent to various places around Luoche to find out the news.

Some generals greeted the troops and communicated with the cavalry.

Not long after, the general led the cavalry back to the army.

Bursts of noise gradually came from the troops under Qu Li Guang Hai Zang.

There were bursts of exclamations and cheers.

what happened?

The thought just flashed through Qu Liguang Haizang's mind - at this moment, he suddenly felt that among the hidden sources floating around, the aura of the 'origin of great transformation' was getting stronger and stronger - a red tide surged in the sky, and the red tide was rolling, Suddenly he rushed over the top of Gexi Mountain where Quli Guanghaizang was located.

The strong Dahua origin aura dissipated from the red tide.

The red tide also dissipated silently into the night.

——Qu Li Guang Hai Zang saw a human head appearing where the red tide had dissipated.

He stared at the head, suddenly opened his mouth wide, and shouted miserably: "Respected master, respected master——"

He rushed over in a hurry and picked up the pale head on the ground with its eyes tightly closed.

——That is the head of his teacher, the ‘Yuan Demon’.

"How could this happen? Master, how could this happen?" Qu Li Guang Hai Zang held the head. He couldn't believe his eyes, but the iron-clad fact was right in front of him. His teacher, Yuan Mo, had lost everything. The head with the breath of life was held in his hands!

…

Qu Liguang Haizang tore off the hem of his robe and carefully wrapped his head.

He walked down the mountain, his face infinitely sad.

But the faces of the soldiers under his command were all filled with joy.

Such a warm atmosphere lingered in the army.

So much so that several generals did not notice the sadness on Qu Li Guanghai's face.

Everyone greeted the teacher who was carrying his head down the mountain and cheered: "Teacher!"

"teacher!"

“The scouts came with news that King Zampu has been killed in Lakda Plain!

People everywhere revolted one after another, and King Zanpu's descendants scattered everywhere were all conquered! "

"The leader of the Secret Bound Buddhism, 'Master Jinglian', was seriously injured in Lakda. He has already led the Buddha Mother to move to Xijia House and a hundred disciples to various places in the Secret Treasures to search for the 'Terma' and heal them." My own injuries!”

“We were originally worried that we wouldn’t be able to knock down these two mountains—unexpectedly, these two mountains were knocked down first!”

"Teacher, our career finally has hope!"

The disciples gathered around Quli Guanghaizang, talking in various directions.

Quli Guanghaizang listened silently to the reports of his disciples.

He raised his face and glanced at the smug faces of his disciples.

He moved his lips and asked his disciples softly: "Who killed King Zanpu?

Who severely damaged the supreme leader of the secretly bound Buddhism? "

The disciples looked at each other for a moment.

They all replied: "No one knows that person's name."

"Some people say that the man killed King Zanpu first on Lakda Plain, and Master Jinglian came to reinforce him. He then fought with Master Jinglian and seriously injured Master Jinglian. That day, the sky above Lakda Plain was full of Red!"

"Countless yeo gods gathered on the plains of Lakda.

The world is filled with their cries. "

"That's a man with blood-red eyes."

"I heard that he also has a body of thousands of feet and a follower of the yeo god with twelve arms."

"There are also bones and skeletons accompanying him."

"..."

"I know, I know." Quli Guanghaizang nodded, with a smile on his face, "This is a good thing after all. King Zanpu's lineage has been cut off, and Master Jinglian has been severely injured and has no time to care. It's a good thing after all.

It's almost dawn.

Let’s just bury the pot and make rice here.

Also celebrate this good thing. "

"yes!"

The generals responded one after another.

Qu Li Guang Hai Zang carried Yuan Mo's head and walked to a quiet and uninhabited place.

He held the head, tears rolling silently from his eyes.

…

"Is it this mountain? Why don't you see other senior brothers and sisters?"

“It’s this mountain.

The thirteenth Dharma transmission mentioned by the respected master is right here 'under the hill'. "

In the darkness, there was a subtle conversation.

A group of people dressed simply but still well-dressed gathered under a low hill.

Wujin Jiangqu was talking to her husband.

She looked up at the silent hill in the darkness, then turned to her husband Dorje and said, "I'll go up and have a look."

"I'll go with you." Dorji took the baby in Wujin Jiangqu's arms and said to the people behind him, "Wujin and I will go up the mountain to take a look first. I'll tell you what happens later!"

The thirteenth lecture of the Revered Master is here.

He won't fail to come! "

"Okay! Brother Dorje, be careful then!"

"We'll wait at the bottom of the mountain!"

"We brought our own cattle and sheep, hoping to share them with Yuan Mo..."

Duoji nodded, followed Wujin Jiangqu, who looked anxious, and hurried up the mountain with her.

There was no one on the mountain.

Wu Jin Jiangqu looked incomprehensible.

"Wujin, what's wrong with you?" Dorje looked at the uneasy look on Wujin Jiangqu's face, and felt uneasy in his heart, "Are we going the wrong way?

Isn't it here under the hill? "

His wife Wu Jin Jiangqu shook her head and whispered: "I don't know either.

It's just that I have a bad feeling.

It seems like something bad or serious has happened..."

Duoji became even more nervous after hearing this.

Ever since my wife received the 'Great Transformation Origin' curse seal, her intuition has always been very accurate.

Since she said this now, it means that something terrible must have happened.

What could it be?

Isn’t ‘under that hill’ a safe place anymore?

While the couple was thinking, a gust of scarlet wind blew from the sky.

Low wailing sounds flowed in the red wind.

The shadows of wild beasts hovered in the red wind.

The form of 'Yuan Mo Fu Xing Shadow' meandered in the red wind, silently watching Wu Jin Jiangqu and Duoji for a while - Wu Jin Jiangqu stretched out her hand towards 'Yuan Mo Fu Xing Shadow', but her arm went through After passing the other party's illusory figure, tears suddenly flowed from her eyes: "Ah Fu, Ah Fu - have you died?

My teacher, what happened to him? "

"Ugh..." Long Ni Laifu's shadow wailed in a low voice.

The red wind dissipated.

The shadows of the wolves also disappeared.

Where the gust of wind had stayed, only a few stumps of limbs were left.

Wujin Jiangqu and Duoji burst into tears when they saw the mutilated bodies.

When the people at the foot of the mountain heard the sad wailing on the mountain, they immediately felt something strange. The young men took out their knives and walked up the hill together - an even louder wailing spread throughout the mountains and fields!

While weeping, they pieced together the mutilated corpses into a tall, headless body.

Wu Jin Jiangqu held up a woman's head covered with dim yellow scales. The woman's head did not match the tall body on the ground at all!

She recognized the headless body on the ground.

All Yuan Mo's disciples recognize Yuan Mo's figure.

…

Kalachakra calendar, the year of the Fire Ox, July.

King Zanpu was beheaded for the ‘Yuan Demon’.

All the royal heirs who enfeoffed various lands were exterminated by a group of rebels.

The line of kings of Zanpu was extinguished.

The master of the Dabai Mountain King Temple, ‘Master Jinglian’, was seriously injured by the ‘Yuan Mo’.

In order to search for the treasures of the fragments of the "Five Virtues" scattered in various places in the secret store, Master Jinglian led more than a hundred disciples, and the Buddha's mother moved to Xijia's house to search for the treasures in various places in the secret store.

It is rumored that although Master Jinglian killed Yuan Mo, he was also seriously injured by Yuan Mo's desperate counterattack. His mind was sometimes clear and sometimes chaotic, and he was no longer able to take charge of the Secret Bound Buddhism. The Secret Bound Buddhism thus collapsed into four branches with different practices. group'.

There are differences among the four sects, and the mutual strife within the Secret Buddhism is intensifying.

The Tubo dynasty fell apart.

Rebels rose up and mobs plundered the land.

The war that was originally directed at the nobles and lords quickly spread to innocent civilians.

The leaders who overthrew the tyranny made peace with the nobles, lords, and upper-class monks, and controlled the power of the entire secret realm.

The red tide was annihilated.

Under the control of the monks, in order to prevent the righteous people from gathering again, a more brutal rule came to the hidden land.