Beginning as a Tantric Academy Monk

Chapter 647: The Treasure Wheel (Part )
The old monk opened the door and saw two monks inside.

He came in and closed the door of the blockhouse.

It also blocked out the desolate wind outside.

Standing here, the old monk looked around. He didn't pay any attention to the two monks.

During his long career, there were countless people who were more noble and honorable than these two monks.

He had encountered countless dangerous incidents.

Although he was not happy about the current situation, he was not surprised either.

But it was just me who put an end to the incident.

Although "Langsheng's life is like a straw rope, and the master's life is like gold", for the old monk, the lives of these two masters are also within his responsibility.

It's a good thing for them to end it this way.

While the old monk was shaking his "Vajra Bell", an arm transformed by "Ghost Rhythm" appeared in the still burning "charcoal basin".

This arm was densely covered with human faces, and as they breathed in and out, they swallowed up the life from the mouths of the two "unconscious" monks. As a result, the faces of the two monks all turned an ugly blue color.

I saw that there was no life.

These arms dragged them into the "brazier". On the old monk's open chest and ribs, many "arm shapes" appeared under the skin, as if the old monk had put them all into his abdominal cavity.

Another gust of eerie wind blew over this place, making the surrounding area calm down.

This has already completed half of the work here.

As long as we finish the next half, the things here will be over.

So at this point,
A "strange eye" slowly grew out from the "Ajna Chakra" between his eyebrows, searching for "clues" in this place.

Unfortunately, Lu Feng cleaned up the mess very well.

Even this old monk couldn't find anything from here.

On the contrary, the "human skin thangka" of the "Soma God of War" with "witch" characters on his body continued to fill up and turned into a swollen person.

But he doesn't look like the "God of War Soma" at all.

The "Thangka" then floated up from there by itself, making a sharp cry.

Even the old monk could not tell from the sound whether he was chanting mantras or uttering curses.

It is just "heart-stirring"!
A huge "strange rhythm" also emerged from his seven orifices. This kind of scene was rarely seen even by the old monk. Under this "thangka", a bloated and huge "human figure" was condensed and merged into the gloomy darkness here, but it was deeper than this darkness.

It is in such deep darkness, with such bloated and dark figures, that they can actually hide themselves and avoid being seen.

Therefore, the old monk only saw the flying "Thangka".
Nothing else is seen.

So the old monk immediately collected all his thoughts, and all the "weird rhymes" in his body went smoothly, and then he tried to comfort them continuously.

He recited the life spell of "War God Soma" to make "War God Soma" behave himself.

I saw that my "life curse" was working.

The old monk went with the flow.

In his "chakra", his flesh was easily cut by himself, and a large amount of "offerings" appeared from his "belly".

Those "cunning hands" slowly cut open his stomach from the inside out, revealing the "things" inside.

One by one, "strange hands" grew out from his chakra and took out the "tributes" from the still warm place.

But it can't be put on the ground easily.

It must be placed on the ground in the form of "offering" according to the established direction and "ritual", and the instrument must be played.

He was about to start praising the "Soma War God". From his body, another face grew out, but it was the face of another monk. The old monk was using this face now, but he had more than one face. In this temple, in that temple, he had his own unique face, and outside the temple, he also had his own face.

Every face is him, and yet every face is not him.

Every face has its own history and power.

A voice completely different from that of the old monk came out of the mouth of the newly grown face. The "offerings" were carefully placed in front of the "human skin thangka". In this dim blockhouse, he began to dance to please the gods.

The song was transmitted here.

As the saying goes:

"Praise the invincible war god Soma,
Your eyes,

It's like the sharpest arrow.

Your arms,

It is stained with the blood of your enemy.

You have sharper teeth than a wolf.

You have a physique taller than a yak.

You have eyes sharper than an eagle's.

You have legs that run faster than a horse—"

"My Soma God of War.

Please enjoy this warm liver.

Please enjoy this warm lung.

Please enjoy this——"

As these words were spoken, the "human skin thangka" calmed down, and even the old monk breathed a sigh of relief.

Knowing this, I thought this time the matter should end like this. Although there were some twists and turns, nothing exceeded my expectations.

So he finally stopped what he was doing.

At this moment, the old monk suddenly felt a breeze coming from behind him! This breeze was neither arrogant nor impatient - in other words, even if it was hot, it did not cause the old monk to suddenly feel an immense "fear" in his heart!
curious coincidence.

It was really "a strange coincidence". The old monk turned his head with a stiff neck and saw that at some unknown time, the tightly closed door of the "blockhouse" was slowly opened a crack, allowing a ray of sunlight from outside to come in. However, he could see a dark shadow disappearing from the "blockhouse".

At this moment, the old monk opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but it was too late for everything!
At this moment, everything that should have happened has happened.

Everything.

"Explosion with a bang"!
In fact, such "weird rhythm explosion" is silent.

All the sounds are just the flow of thoughts in the mind of his soul, just within the flow of this one thought.

The "human skin thangka" that was gradually "floating" down suddenly exploded!

The "strange rhythm" that swept out from this "blockhouse" suddenly caused many golden tadpole-like Sanskrit characters to appear in the sky above the "Pingzan Vajra Temple".

Below this Sanskrit text, there are many seed characters of life symbols!

It showed red, blood red, light blue, and purple. It was like throwing an egg into a fire pit. After being heated, it exploded, and this good temple suddenly gave birth to a "monster"! In this peaceful temple, there was also more dust!
It was this action that caused people outside to speculate.

What happened in "Pingzan Vajra Temple"?

The "disciplined monks" in the temple flocked here, and rumors also spread.

……

Three more days have passed since the incident at the Pingzan Vajra Temple.

At night, wolves howl.

Strange behavior.

The wind blows at night, and the temperature in the morning, noon and evening has its own temperament.

In the manor of Master Jiabu Qinglun.

The land in the "Secret Dharma Domain" can be roughly divided into two types of "Zongxi".

"Zong" means castle.

The provincial capital is made up of one clan after another.

As for the creek, it can be roughly considered as a "manor".

Among them, the "manor" called Xi is used to support the "manor owner".

That is to say, first there was the "manor", and then there was the "manor owner", just like "fiefdom and support".

The emperor conferred on you the title of Marquis of a Thousand Households, with a fief of a thousand households. The output of this manor will be your salary and wages.

Among them, Xi is such a place, and it is the salary paid to you by the government.

This is the "manor" of Master Jiabu Qinglun. At this moment, in the small three-story house in the manor, there was a man named Yeba who came to deliver a letter. He knelt in fear in the small house and whispered, "Master Jiabu Qinglun.

My master asked me to come and tell you that although we don’t know what happened in Pingzan Vajra Temple, we already know that Buddha Dingchuan passed away in the Vajra Temple. Problems have occurred in several temples in Pingzan Vajra Temple.

My master said that his messenger is on the way, and the horse will be able to reach the manor when the sun rises tomorrow.

If the master has time, we can go to his place for tea tomorrow morning.

There are several fine horses born recently in my master's manor, and they all want a good owner."

In this small, cramped blockhouse, a man with long hair in a bun spoke tremblingly to Master Jiabu Qinglun in front of him.

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head. If it wasn't necessary, he would rather break his scalp, give up his chin, stick it into his chest, and curl up there.

When Master Jiabu Qinglun heard this, he put down the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, threw down the pen in his hand, and said indifferently: "Okay, I also heard some nonsense.

For my sister's sake,
Go back and tell your master what I want. He should know clearly what I want.

I asked for a calf, and he should give me a calf.

I want a lamb, and he should give me a lamb.

The words he used to evade me have already caused my enemy gods to curse in my heart.

So, I will cut off one of your ears and take it back as a gift to your master, and tell him that if he deceives me again next time, I will dig out his ear, and if he deceives me again next time, I will dig out his eyes.

Let him keep his fine horse for himself, I want an answer now.

An answer truer than gold."

After saying this, Master Jiabu Qinglun clapped his hands vigorously. Immediately, several guards as fierce as wolves and tigers came in from outside the door. They dragged Ye Ba out. After a while, two guards came back and reported while pressing their chests.

From beginning to end, Yeba didn't even dare to utter a scream or beg for mercy.

Even if his ears were cut off, he would still grit his teeth and dare not speak.

"Everyone, go down. I want to recite the sutra."

Master Jiabu Qinglun called these monks away.

The butter lamp slowly shone on the face of Master Jiabu Qinglun.

Master Jiabu Qinglun doesn't look very old, probably only in his twenties.

Not even twenty.

Judging from the clothes he was wearing, he was a true noble lord, and he had a close relationship with the lords at the top of the pyramid.

Even a sacred temple like the "Temple of the Origin of All Dharmas" cannot manage and control the entire "Secret Dharma Realm" by relying solely on the "Hutuktu" and the "King Yi Zi Bing Xiang".

Therefore, they also need big noble families like them to take care of everything around them.

Like the management of the "Big Temple", the management of the "Temple of the Origin of All Dharmas" can actually be roughly divided into three parts.

One part of it is "Cangbin".

There are also "precepts".

That is, the armed monks.

There is another part, which belongs to "management", which can also be called personnel appointment.

These are the three options. When Yongzhen wanted to build a temple, it was decided with the approval of the King of Yizi Pingxiang. The King of Yizi Pingxiang had the power of veto and approval.

If this agenda is to follow the normal process, it must be reported by the "business buses" and "management buses" of these families. After it is completed, it will be decided by the higher-ups, and the "King of One Word Shoulder to Shoulder" will make the final decision. Among them, Master Jiabu Qinglun is the hereditary family of the current "Secret Law Domain".

He was born as a Jiaben. Noble lords are officials when they are born, and when they reach the age, they will naturally inherit the position.

His family is even similar to the family of "Master Zhuoge Dunzhu".

It's just that Jiabu Qinglun's family is more "detailed" than the "Zhuoge Dunzhu" family on the grassland and the entire "Temple of the Origin of All Dharmas" system.

When Master Jiabu Qinglun saw that there was no one in the blockhouse, he picked up his pen again, picked up the documents under the Buddhist scriptures on the table, and started writing and drawing.

"Soma War God——"

"Witch Cult Temple——"

"No Man's Land—"

All kinds of things passed through his eyes, but what actually concerned him was the monk Dingchuan.

He was born into a "Vajra Protector" family and had connections with the "Dodrajebu" family, the "Along" family, and a large number of "Zongben families" outside the temple.

More importantly, he was actually one of the points of easing relations between several "witch cult leaders" and "Buddhist temples".

In recent years, Buddhist temples have actively absorbed many descendants of "witch cult lords" into the temples to become great monks, further easing the relationship between the two, and opened Buddhist temples in the territories of "witch cult lords".

But now such a thing has suddenly happened, and both the "Pantheon" and the "Temple of the Origin of All Laws" are in trouble. What is more important is that no matter what happened, the temple will do divination on its own, but he also has to write a report. Now that the report cannot be submitted, does he have to write one and submit it?
He dared not joke with his life and wealth.

So he became a little annoyed.

Who on earth is this person who is against him? It is really infuriating!
(End of this chapter)