Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 426 Visitors from the Snow Mountain
————Xuanwei City, Fei Family

Fei Nan'an, who was holding the jade slip, heard his wife coming in and immediately went to greet her. Unexpectedly, his kindness was met with a cold eye. Han Ningyue glanced at him and said coldly:
"It seems that Shu He's niece is from my Han family. It's not easy for her to come back, but you, as her uncle, avoid her. That's fine, but you push me, a person from another family, out to deal with me. Do you really have any shame, old thief?"

Fei Nan'an was not annoyed by his wife's words. He just smiled and said, "Don't blame me, Madam. It's not that I don't want to see her, but I'm afraid that if I see her, the girl's eyes will turn red. So I'll let her do whatever she wants. The gossip in the family has just subsided. It would be bad to cause a disturbance at this time!"

"Well, you think I'm a bad guy, don't you?" Han Ningyue sneered again

"No, no, I just think that you are kind-hearted and sensitive, and you should be able to grasp many things better than me."

"My girl is not as bad as you say," Han Ningyue was even more dissatisfied after hearing this. Her eyebrows were raised and she took out another storage bag and said, "Shu He came back this time to pay back the debt to your uncle."

"Pay back the debt. What debt?!"

"You old scoundrel only know how to pretend to be a good person. Didn't you ask Kang to convert the Lingyin Huancai Pill into spiritual stones and return it to your family?" Han Ningyue was so angry that she slammed the desk and said, "Xi'er has been a Taoist for a year, and you don't care about it. This is the flesh and blood of your Fei family, not those rotten blood that are not presentable!"

Fei Nan'an was slightly stunned by his wife's drinking, and then said: "I just wanted Kang to stop slacking off. Who would concentrate on looking for his spiritual stones? As for Xi'er, didn't I send someone to give him some food as a gift?!"

"No matter whether you are asking for it sincerely or pretending to ask for it, they have delivered it all this time. Shu He has also said that her family can only afford 50% of it now, and the rest will be returned slowly. As for your resources that are no different from those of ordinary legitimate bloodlines, how can Xi Ge'er's three spiritual roots be enough for them?!"

Han Ningyue was even more dissatisfied when he said this. He pointed at the storage bag and said angrily, "Besides, maybe I can return all of it to you, my great-uncle!!"

"How can it be so exaggerated as what Madam said? Chongming Sect has grown a lot in recent years, and even many fake alchemy sects are jealous of it."

Fei Nan'an reacted halfway through his words and said, "Madam, you have such a big reaction this time. You must have agreed to something with Shu He, right? Just tell me what you want to say. Why are you putting on this drama for me?"

Han Ningyue glanced at him with her beautiful eyes and said, "Shu He wants to ask you if I can share a spot with Kang Xiaozi in the next five tribes' martial arts performance."

"Of course not!" Fei Nan'an answered firmly, but Han Ningyue was very unhappy:
"Kang boy, can you find anyone below the level of Jiadan in Sheshan Hall who can match your current abilities? The Five Clans' Martial Arts Show has always had sons-in-law from other clans participating, so you are not showing favoritism, and you will not bring shame to Sheshan Hall!"

Fei Nan'an avoided talking about it and walked out of the study, thinking to himself, "He's in so much trouble right now, how can he have time to practice martial arts and fight for the golden elixir?! I just hope that the abbot of the Snow Mountain Dao Guardian Temple comes and doesn't bring bad luck to him. Otherwise, even if I want to save him this time, I will be involved in a big karma."

————Snow Mountain Road, Hon'oji Temple
At the end of a thousand steps carved from ten thousand years of black ice, stood a tall temple gate shining brightly in gold.

The temple gate was emitting a faint blood-red glow, which could not be concealed even by the heavy snow.

Outside the door, on top of eight golden dragon pillars as thick as a man's embrace, what were clasped by the dragon's claws and toes were not glass beads, but countless baby skulls.

There were even remnants of flesh stuck to parts of the skull, and there was no sign of pain in the small eye sockets, only a light pink glow of joy was still flowing.

The temple protection formation "Red Dust Upside Down Realm" is shrouded in crimson mist all year round. Those whose cultivation has not reached the Nascent Soul stage who mistakenly enter this place will have hallucinations of extreme joy until they laugh and cut open their own stomachs.

The human skin prayer wheel hanging on the eaves of the main hall was blown by the cold wind. The scriptures were written with the tender spinal cord of a golden elixir virgin mixed with fine gold powder, and contained a barely perceptible sweet fragrance.

The golden statue of the Happy Buddha in the hall is about a hundred feet tall, with a smile on his face and his head bowed slightly, looking kind and compassionate. The Buddha is holding something in his hand, but a petite concubine who is naked. She looks dignified, but it is hard for others not to have lustful thoughts when they see her.

It is difficult for people with weak minds to look directly at it, and perhaps just a few glances can make a person's blood boil and become hot and die.

Ming Fei's attractive body with curves was adorned with Buddha's relics, and the golden light connected them together to form a close-fitting garment that seemed to be invisible and concealed, which was extremely dazzling.

According to legend, whenever the Buddhist chanting of ten thousand monks was performed once every two hundred years at Benying Temple, the Happy Buddha would also follow suit with a faint smile and chanting, and the consort in his palm would even dance to the sound of the chanting. The grand scene was enough to shock any monk in the world who had never seen it.

There is an entrance to an underground palace deep in the main hall, hidden under the lotus seat of the Three Buddhas in the innermost room. The walls of the winding corridor are inlaid with countless acacia lanterns.

The lamp oil was made from "red lotus fat" refined from 81 kinds of love poisons, a superior Buddhist aphrodisiac. The aroma of ghee emanating from the lamplight was very greasy, and the shadows of copulation appeared from time to time in the dancing flames.

In the blood pool at the innermost part of the underground palace, bubbles kept coming out intermittently, and the gurgling sound lasted for a long time. The blood pool was filled with stone lotus pedestals, and sitting on them were big monks with rosy faces.

The source of this blood pool is the countless mortals of the Snow Mountain Road. All the billions of lives on this road are the flesh and blood of the Buddha in the temple.

The serfs on the countless snow-capped mountains were pale and skinny, hunched over like shrimps, with Buddha's light conchs formed by daily chanting on their foreheads. The warmth from the Buddha's light could bring a little warmth to these poor people covered in dirt, and could make them live a hard life like zombies.

Whenever the green wine is brewed, these devout believers will find the novice monks in the village, cut their wrists, and let the blood spill into the bowl in the hands of the novice monks. It seems that only at that time can they enjoy a moment of peace of mind.

In this vast snowy land, without these merciful Buddhas, the serfs would have a hard time surviving. It is not excessive to voluntarily offer a little blood as a tribute, and no one in the world can criticize it.

"clang clang"

The red Buddhist bell hanging high on the top of the pagoda rang again after one hundred and twenty years.

The entire body of this bell is made of fourth-level spiritual object, precious red iron, and the body of the bell is densely engraved with scriptures from the intercourse of the abbots and monks. The hammer hits the bell and makes a dull sound, which is not crisp, but rather sounds like someone is hitting bones.

Only the red Buddhist bell rang twelve times, and then eighteen flying female corpses woke up from the ice tower forest.

These cauldrons with their souls extracted rose into the sky on the red lotus fire, and the exposed skin under their gauze clothes was covered with golden Sanskrit mantras as they danced lightly in the snow.

Suddenly, in the snow and wind, the hoarse laughter of the abbot of Benying Temple, Master Gelie, was heard, shaking the ice layer within a hundred miles to crack into spider web patterns. Joyful Zen breath continuously seeped out from the cracks in the ice, as sticky as honey.

Two rows of red-robed monks opened the temple gates to the sound of Buddhist chants and climbed the steps. As pairs of bare feet rolled over the ice, red lotuses of karmic fire floated on the soles of their feet.

Walking through the corridors covered with murals of dual cultivation, the smell of sandalwood mixed with corpse oil made one's throat tighten.

The golden Buddha statues all had evil looks, and on each face were embedded the eyes of living creatures, which rolled and turned non-stop along with the sound of continuous chanting.

On the incense tables on both sides of the corridor were the skinned corpses of children.

The pink and tender flesh was shaved into lotus shapes by the masters of Benying Temple with their unique skills. They also skillfully used the thin and pale spines to form beautiful lamp stands for hanging golden lamps. The resentment released during this period was not useless either, as it was continuously flowing into the golden lamps as fuel.

The red-robed monks picked up the golden lamps on the corridor in an orderly manner, and the footsteps in the corridor became more and more orderly and loud. The sound shocked the Rakshasa phantom on the black iron gate at the end of the corridor and suddenly opened its eyes, then opened its mouth wide, stretched out its bright red tongue and swallowed all the golden lamps into its stomach.

Suddenly, the black iron door burst open, and the naked image of Master Gele was hanging above a pool of sticky blood.

The three-meter-tall body was grayish blue, and each of its eight arms was pinching a dying golden elixir. Milky white mist was being drawn out from the joints. Hundreds of dry bones were floating in the blood pool, with small holes on the top of their skulls, and each head looked like a walnut that had been drained of its marrow fluid.

At the moment the red-robed monks stepped into the temple, countless copper bells on the eaves of the temple suddenly vibrated violently, and the sound of bones rubbing against each other rang out throughout the temple.

The true image of Zen Master Gele opened his eyes vertically and swept the monks with his red pupils. No one dared to look at him, like ripe barley falling down in the frost season.

When Zen Master Gele spoke, his voice was louder than the red Buddhist bell:

"I have been in seclusion for more than three hundred years. I have already achieved the 'three bodies combined and bright phase', and mastered the practice of 'Vairocana Illusionary Body Vajra Bodhisattva Phase' and advanced to the stage of transformation into a god. According to the agreement between Kuang Cheyun and the master, our temple can now go to the east of the snow mountain to spread the Dharma, and the Kuang family clan can no longer stop us!"

The golden Dharma sound caused countless icicles to fall from the eaves, splashing blood on the stone slabs painted with thangkas.

The red-robed monks chanted the Joyful Mantra together to congratulate Master Gele. Every word of the mantra was like a cold wind, piercing the bones.

Black mist strangely rose from the top of the snowy mountain, enveloping countless struggling transparent human figures, and finally merged into the wide-open mouth of the Gele Zen Master. The lotus pedestal of the child corpse on the altar suddenly blossomed with new stamens, and large pieces of sticky golden liquid oozed out from the veins of flesh and blood.

Having accomplished the abbot's unfulfilled wish and being able to compete in the Central Plains, Master Gele was in high spirits and asked in a pleasant voice, "Are there any disciples in this generation who practice the method I practice?"

After hearing the sound, the red-robed monks were either happy or sad.

An old monk without eyebrows concealed his joy, crawled out of the line, came to the feet of Zen Master Gele, and bowed to the ground, saying: "I am the disciple of the Sutra Hall Manager Master Ma Mengqin, and I have the honor to serve as the current temple protector. I have already attained the 'Pure Lotus First Stage'. I only need to wait for the right time to select a consort to practice the Dharma, and then I can advance to the 'Vajra Wisdom Sea Stage' and listen to the abbot's jade voice teachings."

"Good," Master Gelie retracted his Dharma image and changed it back to ten feet tall. Then he laughed again and said, "Call him here to pay homage to me."

"promise!"

Ma Mangqin was so overjoyed that he responded repeatedly. Just as he was about to turn around, he saw two Zen masters in purple and red robes carrying a handsome young monk in from outside the door. He was too excited to be happy at first, but immediately prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed to greet them.

When the two Zen masters touched foreheads with Master Gele with a smile, the stout one spoke first, "When we heard the abbot's laughter, we knew that the 'three bodies combined and bright appearance' must have appeared in the world, so we brought the abbot here to pay respect to him."

The thin Zen master also smiled faintly, but did not say anything. He just watched the young monk crawling all the way from the door without dignity. It was not until he passed by Ma Mengqin that he prostrated himself and said, "The 126th generation of the temple guardian abbot Funeng greets the abbot, the chief monk Sangchun, and the chief monk Gebalun."

"Yes, you have already cultivated the 'First Stage of Pure Lotus', which is quite good." After seeing this, Zen Master Gele did not say a few more words to Funeng. He just counted with his fingers for a while, then smiled and squeezed out a tear from his forehead, which misted into rain and sprinkled on the latter.

After doing all this, Master Gele smiled and said, "Why wait for the right time? How precious is the Dharma? I am now using these tears to eliminate your karma and save you from wasting time. There is no need to wait. You will have your own destiny on the southern path of the mountain. When you have found your consort and attained the Dharma, come and see me again."

"promise!"

“Where are the contemporary Buddhists?”

A young monk came out from among the red-robed monks. Like Funeng, he had a handsome appearance, bright eyes and thin brows.

"Buddhist disciple Gadada, I pay my respects to the abbot!"

"Oh, less than a hundred years old, he has already formed the elixir, which is not bad." Master Gelie's face was full of wrinkles, and then he said: "However, after Fu De Neng attains the 'Vajra Wisdom Sea', you, the Buddha's son, will take over."

"."

"Ok?"

A pair of bloodshot eyes looked over, and Gada finally dared not not respond. He bowed his head to the ground, not daring to stand up again, and answered loudly: "Yes."

"Fu Neng,"

A soft cry pulled the temple protector abbot out of the dream-like scene before him. He didn't care about the ecstasy in his heart, and could only put his head close to the ground again, not wanting to get up again.

"The disciple is here,"

"If you can't attain enlightenment, then practice Buddhism diligently." Master Gelie laughed halfway through his words, and then turned to the two Zen masters beside him and said, "Two junior brothers, how about we go to the capital to meet the Lord of Wei tomorrow?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the stout head monk Sang Chun looked embarrassed and said, "Abbot, this matter may need further consideration."

The smile on Master Ge Lie's face gradually faded, and the joy in his tone was gone: "Is it the Kuang family that can produce a top-grade golden elixir?"

Ge Baron, who had not spoken, responded, "There is news from Yu Wangdao that there seems to be unusual movements in the outer sea."

There was no need to explain this matter too clearly. The secrets of heaven were clearly confusing and difficult to discern. However, Master Ge Lie just picked another word and pinched it casually, then his expression became solemn: "I understand."

When he spoke to his subordinate, Funeng, his tone was less calm than at the beginning: "This time I will go to Shannan Road, and I will come back after choosing a concubine. Don't cause any more trouble."

After Fu Neng bowed his head and responded, Master Gele took out another object and said softly, "This 'Bliss and Emptiness Non-Duality Mantra' is what I got on a whim over the past hundred years, and I am passing it on to you now.

This method can transform the consort from one into nine, laying the foundation for the Dharma. After you achieve the 'Vajra Wisdom Ocean', there are still many wonderful uses you can perform, so you can practice Buddhism well. "

"promise!"

"Go ahead. When you get to Shannan Road, don't pay attention to the Kuang family clan members. Be patient."

"promise!"

(End of this chapter)