I preached in the Six Dynasties

Chapter 550 Concubine Ming
Tubo, Hongshan, Jokhang Temple.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine monks knelt on both sides of the road to welcome the reincarnated soul boy of this generation.

The Fourth Panchen Lama presided over it himself. Two concubines, dressed in colorful satin, supported the young reincarnated soul boy and walked up the steps step by step.

There are [-] steps in this ladder, and it is difficult for ordinary children to climb up. The reincarnated soul boy walked halfway, without the slightest sign of fatigue.

The two concubines are the same, but if you look carefully, you will find their differences.

Both concubines had empty eyes, soft smiles on their faces, and golden bells on their wrists and ankles.

The reincarnated soul boy's eyes were pitch black, he was shaking a bone bell in his hand, he opened and closed his mouth slightly, and kept silently reciting the secret mantra.

Every time he took a step, the people on both sides crawled down one by one, changing from kneeling on the ground to lying on the ground.

If you look carefully, the ankles of the two Ming concubines are already swollen and thick, but they don't seem to notice it, and they still follow the soul boy step by step.

There was no trace of distress on their faces, and there was always a satisfied smile on their faces. Their fair faces were not as rough as women on the highlands, but smooth and delicate like white jade.

Finally, the three of them climbed to the highest point, and the Fourth Panchen Lama recited the words of refuge to the soul boy with his own hands.

The monks below began to kneel and prostrate, getting up and prostrating again and again.

The soul boy looked down on them, his indifferent eyes could not see any emotion, just like a god looking down on a tribute.The Fourth Panchen Lama waved his hand lightly, and a strange mark appeared on the soul boy's forehead, like a piece of bone.

Next to him, a bright concubine in colorful clothes took a step forward. Her body was mixed with luxurious, elegant, and holy temperament, but she lacked a trace of charm.

This concubine Ming was about thirty years old, but her face didn't have the slightest wrinkle, like a white jade carving, exuding a mature and rich charm.

She clasped her hands together, lowered her head slightly, and her lips were reciting scriptures on her face facing the ground.Beside her, another young concubine Ming came out, holding a plate.There was a dagger with a sheath on the plate. The handle of the knife was made of human bones, and a few white bone spirits hung from it.

The Fourth Panchen Lama picked up the dagger, pulled it out, and slowly inserted it into the head of the beautiful concubine Ming.

Sure enough, it was a dagger that cut iron like mud. The hard skull was like flesh in front of it, and it was easily pierced.

The reason for this effect is that she has been empowered with secret techniques all day long, which will not only corrode her body, but also corrode her will.

Gradually, her body will not be under her control, that is to say, this concubine Ming can feel fear and pain, and maybe she hates these monks very much, but her body will still obey every step of the tantric monks. an order.

this is the greatest pain
Normal people can't imagine the horror of being a Ming concubine at all. They only see that Ming concubines are smiling every day, which corresponds to the hidden secrets that as long as the Buddha is in the heart, any suffering can be endured with a smile.

No one can imagine that their hearts are full of fear and pain every day, but their bodies can only obey, unconditionally, and are not controlled by their own minds at all.

This is far more painful than killing them directly, or completely erasing their consciousness.

The fourth Panchen Lama stained the soul boy's forehead with blood from his finger, dyeing the strange pattern red.

After being dyed red, a real Sanskrit sound came from the high and far sky, and a vision appeared in the sky, and golden light shrouded this strange altar.

Concubine Ming didn't fall down, she still had a smile on her face, but there was a dagger sticking out of her head.

The soul boy stretched out his hand to cover her forehead, and after a while a skull appeared in his hands, Ming Concubine's body started from the bottom of her feet, and slowly started to burn, gradually burning to her whole body.

Although her body shrank unconsciously, she still did not show the slightest expression of pain, and her beautiful body was reduced to ashes little by little.

Fanatic expressions appeared in the eyes of the believers below. They lay on the ground, trembling with excitement.

For Tantric monks, fire sacrifice is a very grand sacrifice ceremony, which can only be used on particularly important occasions.

The Fourth Panchen Lama said in a concentrated voice: "A few days ago, the demon king Bo Xun used the name of Buddha's disciples, practiced the righteousness of Buddhism, and lied to the world in the name of orthodoxy, saying that the Buddha was imprisoned. On the way to Tianzhu, intercept and kill all the evil monks in the Central Plains."

"Anyone who lives in the Central Plains will be killed, and their skulls will be brought back to make thangka drums. These people are all believers in evil spirits. Killing them is also their salvation. It is a great kindness."

The soul boy looked around the audience and said loudly in a cold voice, "For the sake of the Buddha."

As soon as these four came out, the people below trembled with excitement, and most of them shed tears. They could no longer restrain the brutal and bloodthirsty impulse in their bodies.

They can't wait to fly to the border immediately, and use the most cruel and bloody methods to slaughter every monk in China.
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Bianliang, by the lakeside.

There was ice on the lake, and several tracks were planned on the ice. Today is an ice hockey competition spontaneously organized by the disciples of the serious sect.

The rules of ice hockey refer to the popular polo in the Tang Dynasty and the popular Cuju in the Song Dynasty. They use spiritual power to control the villains of the Five Elements, and then play on the field.

Because it is a stand-in fight, it is very intense, and even the villain is often broken up, which can be said to be very "bloody".

Among all kinds of serious games, ice hockey is a very popular one. It was once called two major events together with the soul pet competition.

When other sects talk about grand events, they are all grand, formal, and significant.

But in Zhengjingmen, it's almost all about playing, playing in different ways.

Because Master Zhangjiao thinks that self-cultivation and self-cultivation will wear away the most precious thing in human beings --- human nature.So this place despises self-cultivation and self-cultivation. What I like most is to treat practice as a game and invent all kinds of fun games, so that people can temporarily forget the difficulty of practice and enjoy it.

Today's battle is quite special, because not only the head teacher is present in person, but also Her Majesty the Empress.As soon as Zhao Fujin heard that there was such fun, he couldn't wait for the start, and came to Zhengjingmen three days in advance.Fortunately, there is her small courtyard here, and she doesn't need to bring any guards. Not to mention that there are so many masters in the orthodox sect, and the formations are dense. There may be many people in the world who can defeat Zhao Fujin, but there are only a handful of people who can seriously injure her.

This is an immortal who is good at being beaten, and can also be called an anti-beating immortal.

Zhao Fujin was very itchy and wanted to end the game, but was rejected by Li Yu.

If she played, it would be a game of cruelty, which would not only affect the enthusiasm of the disciples, but also reduce the enjoyment of the game.

Zhao Fujin's method of controlling the villain of the Five Elements is even stronger than Li Yu's. After all, no matter how familiar Li Yu is, he can't enlighten the villain's wisdom.

There are many Bianhe aquarium monsters crowding on the water, and they are all watching curiously. This novel competition is simply full of fun for them.

In terms of being able to play, no race can compare with others.

Now the monsters in the Bianhe River are not limited to the natives of Zhengzheng Lake, there are also many monsters who come here for fame.

As monsters, cultivation is actually more difficult than humans, because they need a longer period of cultivation.Moreover, most of these monsters are in an environment where the weak are preyed on by the strong. Before they grow up, many little monsters with good talents are enslaved or swallowed by big monsters.

As for the strength of monsters and humans, there is a cycle. In the early stage of cultivation, monsters are mostly stronger than human monks because they retain some of their original talents.

But in the middle and late stages, their disadvantages are revealed. The human race's cultivation period is too short, and if they start at the same time, they can quickly kill monsters in seconds.

Therefore, monsters need the protection of the sect even more, so that they have enough time to cultivate. Of course, during this period, they can also be bound by the rules of the sect, and they will not commit crimes. Instead, they will gradually get used to the rules of human society and blend into it.

In other sects, there are very few who are willing to take in monsters, because the big monsters will not come to vote, and the little monsters grow up, and they don't know when they will wait.With this resource, it is better to train a few human monks, they grow faster and have greater potential.

The Orthodox Sect rarely accepts little demons, and they basically treat them equally. Some of the monsters in the Zongmen are those little demons who were caught and sold after the ghost market was destroyed.There are also some aquariums brought along by the way after Zhengjing Lake was moved, and now many of them secretly came to Bianliang to worship at the mountain gate.

Li Yu looked down with a smile, and said to Da Qiao beside him: "The spirit of the five elements is to a monk, just like the brush and ink are to an article. If you can use the spiritual power of the five elements familiarly, you are a good monk."

"We don't need five elements in our Baihe technique." Xiao Qiao said dissatisfied.

"Hehe, superficial, wind, thunder and lightning do not seem to be the five elements, but in fact they are all inseparable from the five elements, they are just used in another way."

Xiao Qiao knew that she was far behind him in terms of cultivation, so she stopped arguing and asked, "Isn't there anyone who doesn't use the five elements?"

Li Yu glanced at Qiongying, the Southern Border Witch Temple does not use the Five Elements.

The power of the witch spirit is mysterious and tyrannical, completely opposite to those weak wizards in the witch temple.

The wizards are also strange enough, the means they use are very insidious and tricky, and their bodies are very weak. Although their means are frightening, as long as they are approached by the enemy, they will be mermaid.

But the power of the witch spirits left behind by the witch gods they serve is tyrannical and fierce.

Legend has it that the great witches of ancient times had all kinds of talents and skills, and their physique was also the strongest in the world.I really don't know how the Temple of the Witch God fell to this point, or if they have some hidden secrets.

At this time, Qiongying's face was flushed, she was concentrating on watching the field very seriously, she was very cute.When she was snatched out by Li Yu, she was only in her teens, but now she is slim and graceful.

Her little hands were tightly grabbing Qin Keqing's clothes. The latter had no interest in the stage, and kept sneaking glances at Li Yu.

Soon, the ice hockey game started. This time it was a warm-up game, and the players were not very good disciples.

Immediately there was excitement on and off the stage. Li Yu closed his eyes, feeling the messy spirits of the five elements, resisting the urge to smooth them out with his fingers.

The tricks of these rookies not only reminded him of the time when he was learning Taoism in Juye County, old man Zhang himself was a half bottle of jealousy, and he was beaten into a disability.

Although he taught everything, but to be honest, Zhang Chengfeng is not a qualified teacher.He just led Li Yu into a gate, and the rest of the road was almost all Li Yu walked out step by step.

Who knows that by mistake, it is precisely because of this reason that Li Yu has formed a character that casts spells based on his own understanding of the Tao, and is unwilling to stick to the moves.

What he learns is based on comprehension, and then through his own understanding, he begins to create various spells.Boy Baihe may not recognize his Baihe Kungfu when he sees it; Great Liang virtuous masters in the past have never heard of using ice needles to make life and death talismans
This also slowly allowed him to build a self-centered Dao heart——
Datang, Chang'an, Daci'en Temple.

A dojo was set up in the temple, which was very grand, because the guest ushered in today is really unusual, he is the current emperor Li Shimin.

Banners and flags flutter, treasure covers fly brightly, clouds sway in the sky, and the sun shines brightly red.

Li Shimin's holy driver, surrounded by a group of guards, came to the gate of Da Ci'en Temple.

The abbot of the Daci'en Temple ordered the music to be stopped, and Master Xuanzang personally welcomed Li Shimin out of the chariot, followed by many officials, all of whom were powerful ministers of the Tang Dynasty.

Behind these people is the world-renowned Xuanjia Cavalry. Although they did not ride horses, they still walked in formation, with a fierce aura that could not be concealed no matter what.

Li Shimin worshiped Buddha and held incense. After three rounds, he looked up and said with a smile, "Master, since you came back to Chang'an, Buddhism has flourished."

"Your Majesty is a wise ruler and a saint who never came from the world. That's why the people under his rule can be devoted to goodness and Buddhism can have some incense." Xuanzang said with a smile.

He was far less relaxed than the surface, because he didn't know what Li Shimin was doing in the temple for making such a big show all of a sudden.

Originally Xuanzang was preparing to go west, and his original intention was to wait and see, but he couldn't suppress the emotions of the monks.

Before heading west, Xuanzang was suddenly stopped by the "Hawk Dog" of the Tang court, saying that the emperor wanted to see him.

Li Shimin ignored his flattery, and asked with great interest: "I heard that a small incident happened in the Buddhist sect, what does the mage think?"

"I never thought that this matter would alarm His Majesty. Please don't worry, Your Majesty. The so-called supreme virtue is elusive, and Zen Buddhism is dead. It is pure and psychic, and flows through the three realms. It is ever-changing, governing yin and yang. The real Buddha cannot be false, and the false Buddha cannot be real. Everything is in the palm of the Buddha."

Li Shimin chuckled and said, "Guess what I want?"

Xuanzang was silent for a moment, then said, "What Your Majesty wants is peace and tranquility."

"That's right." Li Shimin said in a low voice: "Who the Buddha is is not important to me. Whether he can be used by me or not is what matters."

He holds the Tang Dynasty in his hand, and he has the confidence and strength to say these words. Xuanzang is not too surprised. The two of them are in the center of the dojo. His Majesty the Emperor looks very respectful to the Buddha. Such words.

"If I am not satisfied, Chai Rong's old affairs may not appear in Chang'an."

Chai Rong disliked Buddhism by nature, and within a few days after he came to power, he ordered the abolition of Buddhism, the prohibition of private monkhood, the abolition of more than [-] monasteries without imperial quotas, the purchase of Buddha statues to make money, and most of the Buddhist scriptures were lost.

When Xuanzang heard this, he sighed from the bottom of his heart, and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry, there will be poor monks, and the Buddhism of the Tang Dynasty will not be messed up.

(End of this chapter)