I preached in the Six Dynasties

Chapter 353 Tantric Buddhism
"Orthodox friends?"

Yuan Tiangang knocked on the door, listened intently, and heard snoring coming from inside.

Is this guy still sleeping?
He couldn't believe it, he wiped his finger on his eyes, and sure enough, he saw Li Yu sleeping.

Li Yu stretched, got up and opened the door, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's been three days now. Fellow Daoist is either eating or sleeping. I would like to ask, when do you plan to start checking?"

Li Yu smiled and said, "What am I supposed to do? Don't worry, I've already started. It will be resolved within a few days. Just wait for my good news."

Yuan Tiangang looked at him suspiciously. He had been paying attention to him all the time, but he didn't see him to investigate.

Li Yu patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Have you eaten?"

When Yuan Tiangang heard this, he was afraid that Li Yu would ask him to eat, so he hurriedly said, "I've eaten."

Li Yu nodded and said, "Then I can find something delicious by myself."

Last night when he visited the Dudu's mansion, he found a powerful aura, which frightened Li Yu so that he didn't come close.

He was afraid that Yuan Tiangang and the officials from Chang'an would notice his whereabouts, and Li Erxin would ruin his affairs.

Walking on the streets of Lizhou, bustling with people, Li Yu's expression suddenly changed.

There was a strange spiritual power in the air, which he had never felt before.

And unlike other monks who were restrained, this spiritual power was unscrupulously released, which showed that its master was very arrogant.

Not only Li Yu, but also the monks in Lizhou City noticed this aura.

Li Yu suddenly remembered that he had heard in the inner courtyard of the Martial Mansion that Mrs. Yang said that there were a lot of strange things recently, and that she wanted to invite monks and Taoists to do rituals.

It seems that not only me, but a lot of monks have recently arrived in Lizhou City.

Li Yu didn't know their purpose, but it was probably related to the queen's affairs, and it seemed that the news had leaked out.

The Qin Tianjian of the Tang Dynasty could figure out the queen's chaos in the Tang Dynasty, and so many capable people and strangers in the Six Dynasties might also figure it out.

Because I have been a man for two generations, I know the news that the samurai Xun came to Lizhou, but I don't know whether the Tang Dynasty's court leaked it intentionally or unintentionally.

Li Yu rolled his eyes, and there was no disturbance in his heart, you come here as you please.

The queen's luck and her sister must be mine in the end.

Li Yu came to a small roadside shop at random, ordered a few dishes of side dishes, and ordered a jug of old wine after sitting down.

There are many types of wine in the Six Dynasties, with various degrees.

When Li Yu first came here, he wanted to learn from his predecessors how to make wine and sell it for money. Later, he discovered that the wine culture and wine making technology here are more advanced than those of later generations.

No wonder there are so many wine makers and wine monsters.
Li Yu picked up a mouthful of food, but before he put it in his mouth, he suddenly froze.

A face appeared in front of him, looking at him with a smile like a flower.

A tall and plump figure with a well-proportioned figure, a melon seed-shaped white and tender face, a pair of pear dimples between the cheeks, two cheeks that are rosy, black eyebrows that are long and curved, and black and white eyes are exactly Guan Yinping.

Li Yu almost spat out what was in his mouth, he quickly lowered his head and took a sip of his wine.

Lizhou is on the Jiannan Road, on the verge of Xishu, Li Yu secretly thought in his heart, Zhuge Liang really counted.

"This Taoist priest, can we share a table together?" Guan Yinping said with a sweet smile.

Li Yu lowered his head and said, "It's not very convenient."

"Is the Daoist really stingy?"

Li Yu reluctantly moved his butt.

With a wave of his hand, Guan Yinping called his two companions to come in. They were ordinary-looking young men.

"I heard Daoist's accent, aren't you a local?"

Li Yu grunted and lowered his head to cook.

"Why does the Taoist master ignore people?"

Li Yu sighed and said, "Let's do our own thing, what do you think?"

Guan Yinping smiled and said, "They didn't say they would work with you, so stop being too sentimental."

"That's good."

Li Yu got up, patted his stomach, and said, "I'm very full."

He quickened his pace and hurried away, and there was a burst of laughter behind him.

Someone from Xishu came, and it was Guan Yinping, the head of intelligence who came in person. Jiannan Road is the closest place between them and Datang, so it must have been infiltrated into a sieve.

No wonder their whereabouts were grasped by them so quickly.

Li Yu breathed a sigh of relief, turned his gaze, and walked towards Xianglu Mountain.

When passing a small stall on the side of the road, Li Yu finally saw the owner of that breath.

This is a strangely dressed monk, who seems to be from Tantric Buddhism. He holds a leather drum in his hand and a bone flute pinned to his waist, which looks very strange.

The most chilling thing is the brow bone rosary on his neck.

In the tunnel of Daxiangguo Temple, Li Yu had seen the description of the esoteric ritual artifacts, which were dark and cruel.

For example, the drum, named Gabalagu, is made of two curved pieces of human parietal bone bonded together, the outer layer is covered with human skin on both sides, and then painted with gold patterns.

Gabala drum is not only a musical instrument, but also one of the instruments commonly used in Tantric practice.

In Tantric practice, it can be used together with instruments such as Vajra Bell and Vajra Pestle.

The mage holds the waist drum and swings it left and right, and hits the drum surface with a soft hammer on the side, making a sound, which is said to drive away demons.

Li Yu dismissed it at the time, and used this kind of drum to dispel evil spirits.

And the bone flute in his waist is called "Gangdong" and "Gangling", commonly known as "Ghost Horn", which is a blowing instrument made of human leg bones and tibia.It is said that the sound of blowing is sharp and piercing, which can awaken the intoxicated sentient beings, make them suddenly realize the impermanence of life, abandon their attachment to the world, practice vigorously, and yearn for the right way.

The instruments and principles of Tantric Buddhism all stand on the commanding heights, thinking that they are Buddhas and their enemies are demons.

It's disgusting.

It is said that in the Potala Palace in Tubo, there is also a bed made of human tendons.

Where did so many organs come from?
On the plateau in the southwest, there are countless serfs for the upper nobles and monks.

Li Yu glanced at the esoteric Zen master, and he also looked at Li Yu.

His eyes are terrible, seemingly ethereal, but in fact they are indifferent, without a trace of human emotion.

Indifference to everyone, such a person may have lost the compassion and kindness inherent in being a human being.

Li Yu didn't slow down, and passed by him, Fan Seng suddenly opened his mouth and said something Li Yu didn't understand.

His eyes stared straight at Li Yu, making Li Yu feel uncomfortable.

He turned his head, looked at the monk, and said with a smile: "Master, this drum is not bad, can you lend me a play?"

The monk didn't expect him to turn his head back. After a short pause, he said, "Your heart is not sincere, and the Buddha doesn't approve of you, so you can't use this drum."

His voice is very deep, but there is no obstacle or sense of disobedience in speaking Chinese.

Li Yu smiled and said, "Really?"

Fan Seng raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of anger, because his drum had already reached Li Yu's hands.

The latter tossed it casually, and said with a joke: "I just asked the Buddha, and he said he thought I was pretty good, and he recognized me."

(End of this chapter)