Fantasy World Transmigration

Shushan Episode 2, The Demon of Heaven is Wrathful

Qiongda Chiguo came out of the waterfall with his body. The Yarlung Zangbo River Canyon in southern Tibet has abundant rainfall, and the huge drop in the plateau terrain has created many natural waterfalls. It is still early in the morning, and the thin frost is condensing on the gravel. Cut open the palm of his hand with the blade of the Vajra Prong, and sprinkle the blood on the altar, and it immediately turned into a blood frost. ????

The long banners woven with dead heads fluttered under the strong wind of the plateau, and the simple altar was just a pile of stones piled up with chaotic stones.

Qiongda drank a strange liquid mixed with Datura flowers, the blood of cattle and sheep, and the venom of poisonous snakes, scorpions, and centipedes. At the same time, he painted some mysterious runes on his body with red paint stained with his own blood. The rune, together with the azure blue tattoo on his body, exudes all kinds of strange thoughts.

If there are cultivators who are proficient in magic spells here, they can see that these are some simple Asura magic talismans. Many people in the sect will use them to sacrifice some magic weapons of the sect, such as bone banners and ghost bags, but Joan Damana is shallow, and even casting such a curse spell requires squeezing one's own vitality.

Soon under the influence of the narcotics mixed in those drugs, Qiongda's consciousness fell into ignorance and confusion. The magic script on his body and this simple altar together aroused an indescribable consciousness in the dark.

Qiongda was trembling all over, foaming at the mouth, chanting mantras loudly in a chaotic and trembling tone, pulling all kinds of secret demons in the void down to the altar, a small man tied with barley stalks, dozens of In a manor of local nobles inside and outside, the old man lying on the big bed suddenly let out a terrible howl. It was as if he had been bitten by an invisible poisonous insect, and black and blue wounds appeared on his body.

The guards in the manor with scimitars woke up suddenly, and in a panic, they found the noble lama, and recited scriptures for the noble old man by the bedside with a prayer wheel in their hands. The trembling old man gradually calmed down.

Seeing the old man falling asleep, the middle-aged man next to him asked cautiously, "Master, is that devil still cursing the master?"

The lama was silent for a long time before answering: "My mana can only temporarily calm Master Huo Kang's pain. Although it can stop the devil's curse, if this continues for a long time, Master Huo Kang's condition will not improve. You should go to Please ask the masters of the Jokhang Temple or the Potala Palace to quell this curse!"

The middle-aged Tibetan replied in a low voice: "My little master has gone to invite the great lama Sambuza... Can we win the visit of the great lama in time?"

The lama thought for a while, and then ordered: "Give nectar pills to Master Huo Kang, and sacrifice a dough made of a cow, a sheep, human blood, human intestines, liver, heart and lungs to Mahakala every day, and serve it in a skull bowl. Water, swabbing his body, anointing his wounds with ghee and human oil...should last for two months.

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"That devil is not very powerful, he is just more cunning and vicious. The spells he learned from the Han people are not enough to counter the Buddha's power!"

The curse lasted for an hour before Master Huo Kang completely calmed down and fell asleep exhausted. On the mountain pass dozens of miles away, Qiong Da fell to the ground limply. Killing him with horns, Qiongda crawled feebly like the neatly stacked clothes beside him, and took out a rough Gawu carved from wood.

Qiongda's tired face suddenly burst into tears, and he sobbed softly, crying feebly in Tibetan: "Gesang! Gesang! Amu, Adie!"

In Tibetan, Gesang means good times and happiness, which represents a kind of good wishes. It is very rare to have a named daughter among serfs. If they can be given this beautiful name, it represents the family’s love and happiness. expect.

It is even more rare for this name to be used on a dumb Tibetan girl.

Qiongda's plump skin in the past is now sunken and skinny, his temples are as white as frost and snow, and the wrinkles on his face are also deep. Such a situation appears in a young man in his twenties, which represents his The essence and blood have been exhausted, and the life expectancy has been greatly impaired. It is conservatively estimated that he will not live for twenty years.

The medicinal properties of datura flowers have not faded, and Qiongda rarely fell into deep and deep-rooted hatred memories. He held the old Gawu and fell into a dream-like hallucination. He saw his beautiful sister in a trance. Holding Gesang flowers in the sun, smiling as beautiful as an auspicious goddess, he dreamed of his father, mother, blurred face, the smell of butter tea, the sweetness of highland barley...

There is also the beauty and generosity of the girl Solang Tsomo in her dream...

At last he saw a drum, a bone body inlaid with lapis lazuli, red coral, and Tibetan silver, with two yellowed heads, and an old, faceless, richly dressed lama was beating on it. Xiaogu, showing a creepy smile, Qiongda trembled in fear, pulled his throat, and howled like a wolf.

He struggled on the sharp gravel, even though the sharp stones stabbed him bloody, leaving countless criss-cross scars on his body, it seemed that only such pain could remind him that he was still alive!

Blood smeared the crude altar, and Qiongda's resentment and anger sensed a pair of images of demons painted in various colors in the dark. The karmic fire red lotus under Xun's feet was burning fiercely, and the demons from all directions surrounded Qiongda and chanted: "Hate the suffering in the world, and anger the Lord of the Heavenly Demon. The red lotus purifies the world and burns all the Buddhalands."

In Master Hawthorne’s manor, a majestic and noble lama hurried over from the Potala Palace with dozens of guardian lamas. The serfs and servants in the manor were so frightened that they fell to their knees. The teacher also hurriedly came out of the room where the distinguished guests were entertained, and crawled at the feet of the great lama.

The great lama sat in the upper seat and asked the guardians to lift Master Huo Kang's bed in front of him. Looking at the frightened crowd, he said solemnly: "The great lama Sangbuza has something to do and can't come, so he entrusted me to come here. Tell me about that devil Jonda!"

The steward came out and said, "The devil Qiongda is the master's slave. When he was young, he was gifted as a servant to dress up the master because of his good looks disguised by the devil. But he was vicious and cunning in his heart, and he did many evil deeds. Wanting to seduce Miss Solangzom... The master has discovered his disguise, so he wants to punish him..."

After hearing what had happened, the great lama looked at each other secretly with the guardians, and talked with his thoughts: "It seems that it was not Qiongda who killed the two great lamas and caused the bloody incident in the holy land. Huo Kang and his The family just got some superficial curses, and we're going to catch that Jonda and torture him if he knows the devil who did the murder."

After speaking, he came to Huo Kang, gently smeared ghee on Master Huo Kang's forehead, and chanted Sanskrit together with the lama beside him... Qiongda on the altar suddenly showed pain, and wrapped the barley The puppet had already burned by itself, and he felt the pain from the deepest part of his body, and the summoned devil ruthlessly devoured his body.

Countless blue and black blood left from his seven orifices, and the huge backlash brought about by the breaking of the curse was taking his life. This process was extremely painful, dozens of times more miserable than skinning alive. But such pain could not make Jonda howl.

He bit his tongue, pointed at the sky with a vague whimpering voice, and shouted bitterly: "Buddha! Look at this world! Why do the most innocent people always suffer first? Why are those evil devils so high? If I Guilty, I am willing to fall into Abi, but the pure Gesang is innocent... You say good and evil reincarnate, but her soul is imprisoned in a human skin drum forever!"

"Where is the karma? Where is the reincarnation of good and evil? Why can those masters who eat and harm others continue to enjoy it in the next life? Poor people have to suffer forever? Those lamas on the surface, devils behind them, drinking human blood, and imprisoning the souls of good people The vicious devils who can harm us life after life? The son of a serf will always be a serf, and the son of a nobleman will always be a nobleman!"

Qiong Da's vitality was passing away bit by bit, his head became pale, and his face was like an old man who was about to die, but he still cursed in the most resentful tone: "Whoever it is! Whether it is a devil or a god! Whether it is evil Or mercy! As long as you give me the power to revenge! I will dedicate my soul to him! Jonda is here, I swear by my soul!"

The last bit of strength disappeared along with the oath. With a little connection in the soul, Qiongda saw Master Huo Kang lying on the bed, dragging his body that had just been lifted from the curse, and prostrated devoutly at the feet of the great lama, seeing the Huo Kang family Although he was still unwell, he was able to warmly greet the distinguished guests of the Potala Palace.

Seeing the big lama taking out the familiar human skin drum and beating it, feeling the familiar soul burning on the human skin drum, sensing his position through a little connection of blood, Qiong Da wanted to be angry, but Already unable to struggle, his body slowly slipped, knelt down, and fell into the muddy water...

Watching a blood-red manjusawa grow out in front of him.

A compassionate voice sang: "The flames of karma will burn the heavens, and I will be angry with the devil. I wish that all injustices in the world can be raised with swords, and that all living beings in the world can roar and struggle. Five steps of blood spattering! The wrathful deity is the last dignity of all living beings. With endless hatred, the wrathful deity burns karmic fire, the comet strikes the moon, and the white rainbow pierces the sun!"

Qiongda felt a fiery flame gushing out of his body, burning his body and life with resentment as fuel, and the secret demon in his body howled and turned into fuel, and the infinite power made Qiongda soar into the air , cut through the sky like a comet, and flew towards the side of his soul induction.

In Huo Kang's house, the big lama suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "The devil, how dare you come here!"

The great lama held a vajra stick, and his body suddenly rose three feet, like a giant vajra, waving the vajra towards the sky. The red lotus karmic fire in the sky wrapped a skeleton, roaring upwards, with blood-red flames burning in his eyes, Swinging his fist like a hammer, he slammed it down on the lama, and the Vajra-like Dharma image of the Esoteric Buddhism was broken like porcelain.

Thoughts that I thought were free from impurities like diamonds met the karmic fire and burned blazingly. With one breath of the great lama, the soul was drawn out by the karmic fire and burned to death in the wailing. everything you see.

During the day and night, the herdsmen could see the direction of Master Huo Kang's manor, the red flames dyed the sky red, and finally, in the sea of ​​flames that bloomed like red lotuses and flowers on the other side, a skeleton embraced the phantom of a beautiful girl, Step into a peaceful and peaceful world. 8