The Immortal’s Poison

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Wen Leyang and his party were all stunned by Rong Jiong's words. They stood on the ground for a moment and looked at each other. They wanted to ask clearly but they didn't know how to speak.

Looking at the dumbfounded faces of all the members, Rong Jiong didn't rush to explain, but took out a long flute from his arms.

Wen Leyang glanced at what was in Jiong's hand, and immediately blocked his companion behind his teeth with edging teeth. Several senior Taoist priests of Qilian Xianzong also changed color at the same time, and they showed the flying sword pointing to the Lama!

They all saw at a glance that the flute that Jiong felt out was made of human bones! Bone marks are mottled, one end is covered with silver, and Huo Ran's cold Xiao Xiao kills under the bleak moonlight! In the Central Plains, only demon talents of cults will use this bone tool to make magic weapons.

Fei Fei is very familiar with Buddhism in Tibet. I am afraid that Wen Leyang will rush into it and quickly whispered to explain to him: "Human bone flute is a tantra instrument, which cannot be used by non-major practitioners. This is not a magic weapon.

Let Jiong ignore the people around him, and put the human bone flute on his lips and blow it gently. A scream like a violent ghost immediately pierced the sky and drifted away ...

The alpine grassland seemed very quiet under the night, and the Buddha chanted aloud, and the golden light of the Buddha surged. In a small temple on the grassland that was inconspicuous, and even the plaque had been broken and unrecognizable, the seven-color streamer was suddenly glowing. Several old lamas who were almost unable to breathe out, silently walked out of the broken temple with a terrible look Looking at the direction of Namco Lake, they all took a long breath and slowly sat down and chanted the Vajra Sutra in a low voice.

The holy light in the small temple suddenly disappeared, and the grassland returned to calm ...

On the east side of the Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon, the Dajixiang Temple, which has been full of incense for thousands of years, a little lama's face was a little excited in panic, almost stumbled into the Zen room hosting the big lama, and even forgot to knock on the door. Instead of scolding the disciples as usual, the big lama, who had always been a stern host, looked at the little lama with a dignified face and whispered two words: "Long Jiong?"

The little lama nodded in a hurry.

After pondering for a moment, the host solemnly instructed: "Disciples of Hesi Temple do body-protecting rituals!"

The already darkened temple was brightly lit, and hundreds of disciples were busy ...

On the mountainside of Nanjiabawa Peak, a ragged but ascetic ascetic who was originally looking up at the night sky with a smile and quietly, his earlobe trembling violently, immediately turned over and jumped out, and quickly took out the Vajra engraved with the tantra mantra. Around me, I began to sing the mantra loudly, and the words were thunderous ...

Under the Xueling Mountain, someone sounded the snail, sounding everywhere!

Above the Zangbu Padang Waterfall, some people turned the Nima wheel, and the manic sound of water could not obliterate the low crow of the Falun wheel anyway.

In the tents of the Shigatse grassland, someone beat the bell to rattle the bell, and the devil's sound is not loud but spread far away!

...

With a sound of bone flute, Tibetan Plain is shocked!

Master Jiong slowly put away the flute and listened for a while, then smiled at Wen Leyang who didn't know that all the practitioners on the plateau had been busy (this sentence is really long ^ _ ^): "I call on the Quartet to cultivate and help me to demons and demons. When the moon is in the sky, it will be the time when the Buddha's power is completed. Hey, what King Gesar has not done, I don't know if the Lama can do it!"

Wen Leyang didn't know who Gesar was, nodding with a smile and nodding, but Gu Xiaojun, Feifei and Xiaosha changed their faces at the same time.

Master Jiong looked up at the sky, and it seemed that it was still too early. He sat down cross-legged and said: "Now the demon will not come out again", and he patted the ground again to signal that everyone was sitting, and then slowly said: "Someone Do you know the biography of King Gesar? "

Gu Xiaojun, Feifei and Xiaosha are very familiar with Tibetan culture. The three nodded together. Xiaosha added two sentences, mainly to Wen Leyang: "It is said that the ancient Tibetan demon rampaged and disasters continued, and the gods turned into Gesa. Only when King Er cuts the monsters and removes evil spirits, and benefits the people, has such a peaceful plateau today, King Gesar returns to heaven after his virtue is completed. "

Master Jiong smiled and nodded: "Go on." His expression was peaceful, and he didn't seem to take the impending evil devil fight at all.

Xiao Sha was dumbfounded, Nana replied: "What else to say? Finished."

Feifei laughed with a sneer: "The master only asked" The King of Gesar ", not King Gesar! It's always so frizzy."

Xiaosha suddenly realized this, and he continued to explain with a smile: "The Biography of King Gesar" is an epic praising this celestial god. The content from the birth of King Gesar until his return to heaven is the longest in the world. There are millions of words in epics. "

Qin Zhua uttered a word and couldn't believe it with confidence: "A few million words ?!"

As Xiaosha nodded, she glanced at Master Jiong. The big lama still had that look. It seemed that Xiaosha still couldn't satisfy him this time.

He must have been able to see what he is saying. He has guessed what he wanted to hear, and he took over the topic of his brother with a smile: "This epic is mainly passed down from generation to generation through rap artists. There are always hundreds of versions. And there is another very interesting thing, "said, Fei worked hard to stress the voice, and put a mysterious look on the small, blown face:" It is " "God Singer"! "

Fei Fei said that he closed his mouth and stared at Wen Leyang, his expression filled with anticipation.

Wen Leyang's eyesight is still there, and quickly followed the support: "God teaches the song? What does it mean?"

Feifei smiled contentedly, and then said down: "There are many Tibetan speaking singers who claim to have obtained the will of King Gesar in their dreams. All the deeds he sings are personally told by Gesar. The person who is the God-giver. "

Wen Leyang was discouraged all at once, and the title of God-giver was very big, but the interpretation was quite like the opening remarks when Ji Fei Lao gave someone a fortune telling.

Fei Fei saw Wen Leyang's thoughts at a glance, and didn't take it seriously, shook his head with a smile: "It's not what you think, there may be entertainers bragging for money, but there are indeed some ignorant children, after a serious illness. Suddenly chanting the millions of words of King Gesar, no one can explain this phenomenon, ranking first among the ten mysterious events in Tibet. "

Qin Zhu heard it with interest, and kept asking, "What are the other nine strange things?"

I was shocked by Lama Jiong. I was afraid that the topic would be so far away. I coughed quickly and said calmly: "God-songwriters do have a problem. Although there are not as many legends, but for a hundred years, There will always be one. "

Gu Xiaojun's eyes lit up: "Master, are you a god-giver?"

Lama Jiong was baffled, looking at Gu Xiaojun, shaking his head hard: "Of course I am not, how could it be so coincident!"

This time, not only Wen Leyang, but everyone was discouraged. The dwarf old man with anxious face stared at Qin Zhui hard, and he said nothing politely: "You are not a singer, and say what these are doing!"

Qin Zhuo was still not used to it, and responded instinctively: "Not what I said ..."

Lama Jiongji was still not in a hurry, and smiled to appease everyone: "Mo Ji! Things need to be said slowly. No one knows how long it has been in this town of Yier. The people in the town do not interact with the outside world. Neither believe in Buddha nor be rude to Buddha, the town is next to the holy lake, and is always regarded as a place of rebellion by believers on the plateau. In ancient times, there will be devout Tibetans and even Buddhists from time to time to ask the town to move. Ignore nothing. "

The big lama finally said to return to the town, although it was a little verbose, but everyone was attentive and listened to him slowly said: "Until seven hundred years ago, the town of Yier finally aroused public anger, and a large number of Tibetans assembled into an army and wanted to Eradicate here in one fell swoop. "

Speaking of this, Master Jiong suddenly smiled bitterly: "At that time, it was already proven that the people in the town of Yier had some supernatural skills and it was difficult to deal with them. Therefore, there were three big temples at the time coming together and organizing a total of Nine thousand Tibetan soldiers! Tantric believers have more intense ways of handling things than disciples of Xianzong. "

Wen Leyang did not have much concept of the nine thousand Tibetan soldiers, but Gu Xiaojun was fully surprised. Tibet is located on a high plateau and sparsely populated. Seven hundred years ago, the nine thousand Tibetan soldiers were assembled at once. A big deal.

Wen Leyang felt that Master Lama said that it seemed a bit cold, and nodded and said with a smile: "I have heard about this, and was later stopped by a big lama who was chanting the scriptures around the lake."

When Gu Xiaojun chased the Tibetan land, he found the record of the incident, but at the time, they did not expect that the scale of the conflict was so large.

"It is the Great Geshe Lama." Let Jiong smiled slightly and shook his head at Wen Leyang: "Actually, the Great Geshe Lama is the leader recommended by everyone. He was not at Namco Lake to recite the scriptures around the lake. Town's. "

Everyone didn't understand what was going on. The difference between ancient records and real facts was too big.

Master Jiong ’s tone is still gentle and simple, and every word sounds so gentle, which is not commensurate with his full-faced look: “Assembling nine thousand Tibetan soldiers is not a trivial matter, from planning to convening a team of people. It took about a month of kung fu. But no one expected that in this month, on the Tibetan plain, there were more than a dozen godsenders at the same time! "

Xiao Sha frowned: "Is it true God Songgiver?" Master Jiong nodded: "Of course!"

Others are not asking. The mystery of the Tibetan land and the phenomenon of the god-giver can not be explained, but for those who practice, there must be a way to identify the true and false god-giver.

The true god-songwriters do exist, but they are rare, and only one can appear in a hundred years. Only seven hundred years ago, when three large temples called for Tibetan soldiers to deal with the town of Yier, the plateau suddenly disappeared. There are more than a dozen genuine god-giver, and the long poems sung by these singers are all related to the town of Yier.

In the mouths of these god-senders, there is a record that has never been seen in the biography of King Gesar.

King Gesar, who was originally a hero of God, Dragon, and Nian, and a half-human and half-god, came down to the mortal world to save all beings from the bitter sea. In the battle, there was no disadvantage. Finally, he once met a strong enemy: a powerful and evil monster. This demon is cruel and stubborn in nature, and takes pleasure in killing. No matter who falls into its hands, it will be tortured for nine days, and it will be finally killed after suffering.

Qin Zhu smiled heartlessly: "So the pangolin could not die for a while."

Xiaosha didn't have any eyebrows, he didn't pay attention to the gnomish old Tieqing's complexion. The interface said, "But must he suffer?"

Lama Jiong smiled slightly and continued to talk about the past in the town.

King Gesar led a brave warrior into the monster's den. After a terrifying battle, he finally captured the evil spirits, but his 277 soldiers were all killed.

After catching the monster, King Gesar found it difficult to be killed, so King Gesar took the monster to the lake of Namtso, using the pure power of the holy lake and the piety of never-ending accumulation to put The monster suppressed. The 277 fighters who died also gave up the chance of reincarnation, and became a walking dead, left on the edge of Namco. Weave into shackles with your own anger and the purity of the holy lake, guarding this monster forever.

Speaking of which, Lama Jiong sighed: "When these people escaped the reincarnation, they no longer belonged to this world, and the warm sunlight was a burning fire for them, and the cool moon became cold again. The ice thorns, they have always suffered from purgatory in order to keep the monster, so I said, this is where Zhongyi Qingtian is. "

The residents of the town, in the singing of the god-giver, have escaped the three realms and the five elements, saying that they are not restricted by the Dharma if they are good, and they are abandoned by the Buddha. Therefore, they do not worship Buddha or worship Buddha.

The God-given singers sang the voice of the gods. In the ancient Tibetan land, every lyric in their mouths had supreme majesty. The songs sung by more than a dozen god-giver singers converged from all directions into the ears of the Tibetan army leader Geshe Lama, who did not dare to be indifferent. After repeated confirmations, he finally canceled the idea of ​​attacking the town of Yier.

After this incident, several large temples jointly issued a decree, not allowing anyone to disturb the Qingning town of Yier.

Because the gathering of Tibetan soldiers to attack the town damaged the face of the planners at that time, so it was diluted in the records of later generations, and fewer and fewer people really knew the truth of this matter.

After Master Jiong finished talking about things, he paused for a moment, and then added a little lightly: "But after that incident, there is no more description of this town in the mouth of the godsender who appeared again."

Among these listeners, Gu Xiaojun had the best brain, and immediately responded: "Do you mean, there was still a problem with the batch of god-singer?"

This matter was too coincidental. Before and after the god-giver sang "The King of Gesar", there was no mention of the town and the soul of the 277th warrior. Only at that time, the big lama assembled the Tibetan soldiers to destroy In the small town, a group of singers suddenly appeared.

Lama Jiong shook his head: "I don't know. But here," said his hand and pointed to the chaotic and complicated house in the town: "It is indeed a Tantric Mandala! But ..." The voice of the big lama suddenly became Severe: "The magic weapon that guards the four corners of the mandala has been destroyed, so the monsters can wreak havoc again!"

Gu Xiaojun and Xiaosha almost bounced directly from the ground, ten thousand unhappy in the tone: "It just said that the monster will not come out for a while! Now it is said that the mandala was destroyed, the monster is coming again?" Complaining, staring around with vigilance, fearing that the monster would suddenly rush out and grab them away.

Master Jiong looked at them carefully, as if very happy, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the mandala is still there, but the magic circle is already weak. Although the monster can move, it wants to rush out of the ground and return to the world. I still have to struggle for a while. Just now the mythical beast was taken away, and it has something to do with it walking down the ground. "

The monster can't break the ground for the time being, and the big pangolin will not be caught unless it is drilled underground.

Master Jiong Jiong brought the topic back to the town again: "The singers at that time were no longer able to tell the truth, but as far as I know, there are two or seven people in the town, there has never been one more, and there has never been one less."

Qin Zhui suddenly smiled: "People in the town looked at Duxiemen strangely. There were men and women, old people and children who didn't stay overnight. At that time, King Gesar took such an old and weak soldier to demons and demons? Hey, it ’s not surprising that King Gesar survived by the end. "

He gave Qin Zhuo a fierce glance, and King Gesar was supreme in the hearts of the Tibetans. If he heard these words, the Tibetans would immediately pull his knife and desperately.

Of course, Jiong Jiong does not care about a mixed person, the expression on his face remains the same, and patiently explains: "King Thrall has the protection of gods, blessings of divine power, his bravery is enough to withstand a thousand white yaks, his warriors There is no need to raise the mighty power of the boulders. They are all people with pure hearts. The blue sky is still blue in their eyes; the breeze is blowing their bodies, and there is no slight cloudiness. "

Qin Zhui heard something seemingly incomprehensible and nodded hesitantly: "Anyway, it's just a kind of magical power."

Let Jiong ha ha smile: "It can also be said that pure people have their own power of purity. Now that the time is coming, what else do you have to ask?" After that, looking up at the sky again, the moon has gradually risen to everyone's The top of the head, the obliquely long shadow, has now become short and fat, a little ridiculous, and more unspeakable strange.

The dwarf stomped his feet, staring at Qin Zhuo and asked, "Having said for a long time, what the monster is really hasn't said yet!"

The Great Lama actually made an aggrieved expression: "I don't know, I haven't mentioned it in the poems and records!" His face is dark and full of cheeks. It is reasonable to say that such an aggrieving is enough to make people creepy, but even the dreaded dwarf Inside, the involuntary smile was involuntarily revealed, and the expression of Jiong, whether laughter, anger or hesitation, was as natural as a baby and had nothing to do with his appearance.

Gu Xiaojun took a deep breath: "I don't know what is better!"

Regardless of whether the "God Singer" sang seven hundred years ago is true or false, the monster that can make the earth have no resistance is definitely a fierce demon. If you know its true face, maybe you will sing everyone. Courage crushed.

Qin Zhuo ’s rare cleverness actually understood Gu Xiaojun ’s meaning, and said with a bold smile: “This is called jumping a well under a quilt. Anyway, if you want to jump, do n’t look at how deep the well is!”

Wen Leyang is still that determined, and he seems not to be afraid of monsters that are definitely stronger than him.

At this time, Xiaosha, who had been calculating the time, finally opened his mouth and reminded everyone in a low voice: "It's time!"

The moon is bright and clear, just right! He drove everyone's shadow back to his feet.

At the same time, all kinds of Tantric Buddha sounds suddenly appeared in all directions, smashing the suffocating death in the town like a storm.

The melancholy short grass on the edge of the hill town is windless and automatic, as if the most devout and humble believer, he leaned his thin body desperately to the ground, and greeted the layered waves of the sky in the sky, a figure The magnificent and magnificent gods and goddesses gradually formed under the tantric sound and the turbulent Buddha light. The facial features are grim, six arms and six heads and six feet. There is a fierce anger in the eyes of the gods, and the town of Miaoer is seen from the sky!

Feifei's voice was full of horror: "Great King Widmin!"

Among the eight Emperor Tantric kings of the Tantra, the Great King Widmin who guards the West has great power and can break all magic obstacles and destroy all poisonous dragons!

Under the call of the human bone flute, the Tibetan Buddhists at the same time gave up their rituals and practiced the law.

The moment the Ming dynasty appeared in the sky, the entire Yier town seemed to be under great pressure, and all the houses made a bitter moan together!

Let the great lama jump up, and the sound of roaring and drinking rolls like thunder: "I form the strength of the tantric hardship, please move the Western Ming dynasty, to suppress the dirt, you quickly pull out the house in the town, it matters Remember, it was pulled out, not destroyed! "After that, he turned his hands over the tantra handprints, spread his feet and started to march around for a while, and laid the carving tools of the tantra scriptures.

Yier Town is a mandala of Tantric spelling. While suppressing monsters, it also isolates monsters from outsiders. If you want to find monsters to save people, you must first crack the mandala seal.

But once the seal is broken, the monster will become shackled, and the cocoon will come out, so Master Jiong uses the human bone flute to ask the master tantra masters for help. When the moon is at its fullest, please move the law of King Wei Deming, Replace monsters in small towns and towns to prevent them from escaping.

Master Jiong ’s Dharma is superb and compassionate. Here is similar to the Black and White Island. The mandala secret law in the town of Yier has been destroyed. The monster ’s escape from the trap is only a matter of time. magic.

Master Jiong is busy now, but everyone else is standing still, especially Wen Leyang, Qin Chong, and Dwarf Taoist Tao, the three masters with the greatest skill and magical power, standing in a circle and looking at each other ... They can't match.

Wen Leyang grinned bitterly and asked Lama Jiongjiong, who was running around in a mess, "Master, pull the house? How do you pull ..."

After Jiong busy, he returned the sentence: "It's the same as pulling carrots!"

Gu Xiaojun couldn't help it, reached out and hugged the little sand around him, made a move upwards, and shouted at him: "Isn't that right?"

Let Jiong replied loudly: "Almost ..." Wen Leyang was no longer talking nonsense. He flashed to the nearest house, hugged the corner of the wall with both hands, tried to lift it up, the wall was not broken, and the house burst out like a night. The owl was screamed like a shot, and the soil under the corner of the house also loosened.

When Wen Leyang looked at the door, his whole body screamed and broke, and a house Huo Ran was under his divine power ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ struggling to be pulled out of the ground! Soon a sticky black blood spewed as the house was pulled out! Previously floating in the town house, the kind of faint, faint, sloppy moment became thick and slippery, and was rippled by the black pus and blood, and it filled the whole town!

The house was pulled out, and no one thought that the house in this small town, like the teeth of the decay of the monsters in the mouth, was pulled out, accompanied by pus and stink!

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Throughout September, I was flattered.

The only thing I can do is write a good story and give it to you as a fake gift.

Wish brothers and sisters a happy holiday and a Mid-Autumn Festival reunion.

You, mighty!

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