From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 337 The disaster of immortality

"Is there any news about the white-robed Mijue Dorje?"

"No, a drone captured him transforming into golden light and entering the depths of the Mount Kailash Mountains that day. I'm afraid he has dispersed all his spiritual power in order to quell the rioting snow mountain."

Losandini sighed, ashamed,
During these three months, he and the abbots of the major Western Desert Buddhist temples read the scriptures and finally figured out the reason.

It is very likely that Mijue Dorjee a thousand years ago was not of this identity, but a lama of the Sera Monastery lineage serving Zhenzong.
This lineage of theirs was mainly responsible for finding the body of the True Chakravartin. Because they were afraid of death, they had evil thoughts.

After devouring a True Master of the Wheel of Revelation, due to the low spiritual energy, this guy usually sleeps in the depths of the snowy mountains and will not wake up until he senses the True Master of the Wheel of Revelation, thus hiding his true identity from the world.

Now thinking about it, the appearance of this senior brother was quite strange. He suddenly appeared on the night before the previous abbot of Sera Monastery passed away, and then the previous abbot of Sera Monastery personally confirmed his identity.

Now that I think about it, the previous abbot of Sera Monastery was probably Mikyeo Dorje’s disciple, not his master.

After explaining the whole story to Li Yang, Losandini felt helpless:

"During this thousand years, he was worried that we would find the True Wheel Sect before him, so he subtly destroyed the scriptures about the True Wheel Sect in the temple. That's why when the True Lord came to find me that day, I couldn't find any information in the temple."

Li Yang frowned, and seeing that the old lama didn't seem to be trying to shirk his responsibility, he asked, "What about the two people in one body?"

"According to our speculation, this Mijue Dorje devoured the eight children of the Wheel of Truth, but he was unable to digest their fate and magic power, and rejected them. So when he was sleeping, two personalities, one black and one white, were separated. One inherited the great magic power of the Wheel of Truth, and the other inherited the great wisdom and great compassion of the Wheel of Truth."

"But there is one thing, neither of them lied to the True Lord. If the two of them really devoured little Zhuoma and returned to the True Lord for the ninth time, then the black and white would be completely merged, and it is indeed possible that they would become another True Lord, with both the great compassion of the True Lord and the boundless magic power of the True Lord."

Li Yang smiled strangely and stopped: "So this is what you said to Gao Miao before, the so-called 'Zhenzong is Zhenzong, there is only one Zhenzong for thousands of years, it is unchanging and also changing'?"

Losandini clasped his hands together and smiled awkwardly.
"Legend has it that when Sakyamuni Buddha was about to enter Nirvana, the demon king Mara said to him: "I will use 2,500 years to destroy your teachings and Dharma. I will let my demon sons and grandsons wear your robes, enter your temples, spread my demonic teachings, and corrupt your monks."

"This white-robed Mikyo Dorje inherited the compassion and wisdom of the True Sect and wanted to completely transform the demon wearing the cassock into a Buddha."

"It's a pity that he comes from the Zhen Sect, but he is not the Zhen Sect after all..."

As the two were talking, they had already arrived at a hidden courtyard in the inner temple.
Outside the courtyard, a dozen ferocious-looking lamas with thick flesh on their faces were guarding the area, their eyes as big as copper bells glaring at everyone who passed by.

These guys felt guilty, knowing that nine generations of the True Master of the Wheel of Reincarnation had been killed right under their noses by someone blocking the resurrection point, and had become someone else's power bank. They almost collapsed and wanted to commit suicide, but they couldn't stop themselves and several of them had already died.
These hosts now worship little Dolma completely and never leave her side.

Seeing that it was Li Yang, the angry monks slowly made way for him.

That was Li Yang. No matter how important a figure he was, he would be searched by this group of respected old men.
I pushed open the door and saw a small figure curled up in the quilt.
Hearing the sound, he looked up and saw clearly, then he jumped out of bed and ran towards Li Yang.
"Da Guo, you're finally here. These chefs are so scary!"

The little girl was crying faintly, her nose was twitching.

Losandani, who was standing behind him, looked a little embarrassed, but couldn't interrupt him, so he just lowered his head and kept silent.
"Are you feeling better? You just woke up and you're already running around barefoot!"

Li Yang pulled the octopus-like little Zhuoma apart and dragged her onto the bed.

I have to say that the True Chakravartin sect really has something. Even the weakened little Dolma, under the nourishment of Buddhist instruments, has gone from being on the verge of death to being full of life in just three months.

The little girl wiped her tears and looked at Li Yang eagerly: "Big Pot, can you take me out? These chefs look so fierce."

"Go out, what are you going out for?" "I want to find my Apa. As soon as I wake up, these masters tell me things I don't understand..."

Of course, little Zhuoma understood.

These masters seem to want to be their own bosses.

She was vaguely resistant.

Grasping Li Yang's hand, little Zhuoma burst into tears: "Da Guo, you promised to take me to see a 100-story building, you can't just leave me to them like this!"

Li Yang was speechless. He didn't expect this little girl to have such a good memory.

"Okay, since you feel it's too boring here, I will take you out to relax." After saying that, Li Yang stuffed a life jade and a five-yuan nourishing qi talisman into little Zhuoma's hands and pulled her out of the bed.

“Master, this…” Losandani’s expression changed, and he wanted to stop him again.

"I was the one who saved her. Your Zhenzong had long been buried along with the collapsed snow mountain. I think it's better to let little Zhuoma choose her own path in the future."

Little Zhuoma held Li Yang's trouser legs. Although she didn't quite understand what he said, she kept shaking her head.
Li Yang lifted up little Zhuoma and put her on his shoulders. Without looking at Losandani's complicated expression, he opened the door.

The great lamas outside the door wanted to stop them, but in a flash, Li Yang had already flown out on his sword with little Zhuoma.

The Jokhang Temple, Xinglian Temple, Zamp Temple... some of the temple abbots were so angry that they jumped up and down, but they could only watch the sword light getting farther and farther away.

Losandani walked out of the room, his eyes also fixed on the sword light in the sky;
"What should we do? Are we really going to watch Zhenzong being snatched away?"

There was a great lama puffing his beard and glaring,
"Why, do you still want to chase her?"

"Even if we can't defeat him, we can't let Zhenzong out of our sight! Even if he is a Zhenjun, he can't act so recklessly!"

"This is our opportunity for the prosperity of Western Desert Buddhism. How can we just ignore it?"

Some lamas were indignant, and they spoke one after another, but their voices became weaker and weaker.

They turned their eyes to Losandani,
At present, Losandani should be the person with the highest level of cultivation in the Western Desert Brahmanism.

Losandani's eyes lost focus and he lowered his head: "Forget it, let Zhenzong go."

"At least, Zhenzong is by his side, so he can be guaranteed to be safe and not be harmed..."
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This was the first time that little Zhuoma flew into the sky.
Although I flew there three months ago, I was in a coma, so it doesn't count at all.

Flying above the clouds, over the grassland and pasture, after the ice and snow melted in March, the entire grassland began to be covered with green, and all things competed for freedom in the frosty sky.

Little Zhuoma was extremely scared at first in heaven. She hugged Li Yang's neck tightly, opened her eyes to take a look, then closed them again, and then opened them again.
Slowly, the frown finally relaxed, and as Li Yang flew and watched this wonderful world,
When flying over the majestic Mount Kailash, little Dolma suddenly frowned and held Li Yang even tighter.
"Big Pot, can we go to the snowy mountain again?"

Li Yang smiled and said, "Shouldn't you be tired of seeing these scenes a long time ago?"

Little Zhuoma didn't know how to describe it, and said with a troubled face: "I don't know, but I always feel like there seems to be something calling me on this mountain..."

(End of this chapter)