Seeing how River Styx had captured those terrifying blue worms with just a pinch of his fingers, Solang Tshomu and the rest were both surprised and afraid. They were surprised because this person before them was truly a master with magical power. He had killed the Yundan Mercurial Cloth head lama as easily as killing an ant. It was clear that even the Potala Palace's Living Buddha could not compare to him.
They were afraid because this person killed without batting an eye. The Yundan Mercurial Cloth head lama had a noble status. Tibetan people valued status the most. Even the Living Buddha would not reincarnate into a serf. He would only stay in a noble family like the Yundan Mercurial Cloth head lama. The reason Solang Tshomu dared to scold the head lama's beloved servant was because the Huo Kang family might worship the reincarnation of the Living Buddha, but the servants would never have a reincarnation of the Living Buddha.
This was the so-called equality of all living beings!
However, under River Styx's hands, they had truly witnessed the equality of all living beings. Regardless of identity or status, River Styx had granted them an equal death. Seeing how the head lama, whose status was much higher than theirs, was easily killed by River Styx, Solang Tshomu could not help but feel fear. He even buried some disrespectful thoughts in his heart.
In their eyes, River Styx had probably become a demon like Mahakala that was suppressed by the Buddha. They could not help but fear and revere him.
With just a glance, River Styx had seen through all the secrets in their hearts. He only asked indifferently, "You begged me to help you. Now, I seem to have killed someone with some status here. If you still need my help, tell me the details in detail. If you change your mind, tell me as soon as possible and I will not interfere …"
As soon as he said this, a servant tugged at his young master's sleeve from behind. Even the older servant looked at Solang Tshomu, hoping that she would reject the demon's' kindness' as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, Solang Tshomu gritted his teeth and knelt down to kowtow. "Great Master, please help me eliminate the demon that cursed my father!"
River Styx waved his hand and said, "First, tell me how you became enemies." Solang Tshomu explained that the one who harmed her family was a serf who used to be under her fief. The customs of Tibet were very different from those of the Central Plains. There were still some farmers in the Central Plains who were tenants. Their status was equal to that of the landlord, and they were only dependent on the landlord.
But in Tibet, except for the aristocratic house owners, those who farmed the land were all slaves of the aristocrats. Therefore, they were called serfs. The aristocrats who owned the slaves killed the serfs, and often persecuted them to death. Compared to the Central Plains, the people of the Central Plains lived a hard life, but in the eyes of the serfs in Tibet, it was like heaven.
Although the servants of the rich families in the Central Plains were subject to their masters' family laws, and were often dragged away to be beaten to death, or reported to the authorities for illness, they still had the protection of the Great Ming Dynasty's laws on the surface. On the other hand, the Tibetan serfs did not have any laws or the protection of the lamas.
Therefore, this place was the main camp of the West Kunlun Devil Cult. Countless barbarian monks, demon cultivators, or Lamas disguised as local lamas accepted blood sacrifices in the name of Mahakala and the master of the Corpse Dolphin Forest. Using human skin, human bones, blood essence, and soul refinement techniques, it was common for them to kill thousands. If it was in the Central Plains, if the devil of the evil path sacrificed dozens of people, the sword immortals of Emei, Wudang, and Kunlun would come down to slay the devil.
Although Emei was a little overbearing, it protected the people, killed demons, and forbade the cultivation of demons. It upheld the righteous path and conformed to the will of heaven. It accumulated tens of millions of external skills, but it was for the benefit of all living beings. It was a righteous sect, worthy of its name.
In comparison, the Tibetan heretics watched as the people of Tibet were cooked. The evil disciples of the Devil Path used blood sacrifices to kill people. What's more, they themselves were a layer of armor for the Devil Path. They used blood sacrifices as an excuse to kill living beings cruelly. Among the cultivators here, it was hard to say how many of them adhered to the teachings of Buddhism, and how many of them used the name of Buddhist monks to do evil things.
Of course, this was not what Solang Tsomu said herself. What she said was probably how the son of the serf was sinister, cunning, vicious, and despicable. On the surface, he pretended to be refined and intelligent, deceiving her into having a good impression of him. Later on, when her father saw that the person had evil intentions and wanted to get rid of this hidden danger, he was persuaded by the ignorant Solang Tsomu to let him go.
That person actually returned kindness with enmity. After she let him go, he fled to another place and learned the magic of the devil for his whole life. In turn, he cursed her father, persecuted her family, and cruelly treated the 'kind' and 'upright' people like her.
On the other hand, the truth about the serfs was deduced by River Styx herself.
At this point, Minghe knew that what Solan Tsom had said was only her side of the story. Not to mention anything else, just the fact that Solan Tsom's father had seen through the serf's son's' treacherous heart 'and wanted to take the initiative to get rid of the hidden danger had given himself away.
"To be honest, if it were me, and someone wanted to kill me, I would definitely not think that I had 'evil intentions' that caused me to be harmed. I would then magnanimously forgive the person who wanted to harm me." When River Styx heard this, she felt a little disdainful. The truth was definitely not like what Solang Tsomu had said. No matter how these people twisted the truth to lie to her, as long as River Styx pinched her fingers to calculate, the truth would naturally be clear.
The reason why the rash and violent second generation disciples of Emei repeatedly made mistakes without committing an unforgivable sin was mostly due to the ability of the older generation of Emei. There were always mortals in the world who wanted to deceive cultivators or steal opportunities. They schemed secretly, but they did not know that heaven's secrets were above them. For cultivators who could calculate, no matter what kind of deceitful lies they were, they could easily see through.
The reason why River Styx wore so many disguises and lived freely in the world was because of the hard strength in her hands, the unfathomable cultivation of herself, and the connections in her family. Without strength, she could only rely on temporary foresight. Even if she could gain some benefits for a while, she would still not be able to defeat those old foxes in the end.
River Styx's primordial spirit reflected the secrets of heaven. She calculated according to Solang Tsomu's words. Solang Tsomu's logic was correct, but there were some details that were off the mark. The enemy who had harmed her family was a serf. Speaking of which, the two of them used to have a good impression of each other. Solang Tsomu had helped her a little.
Because the serf's son had a delicate appearance, was well-educated, and had a slightly different aura from the average Tibetan serf, he was promoted to be a servant in the Huo Kang Manor. He was able to learn some Buddhist scriptures. Later, Solang Tsomu's father, in order to curry favor with a head lama, sacrificed the mute sister of the serf's son and made her into a human-skin drum ritual implement.
This ritual implement could only be made by a girl with a pure soul.
Solang Tsomu's father had some misgivings and would not have used his sister. Unfortunately, there was nothing else in his fief for a girl who was born deaf and mute. Such a precious blood sacrifice material was hard to come by. Even if it was in someone else's fief, it would have been offered to the head lama. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for him to curry favor with the head lama, Sambuzha.
The serf's son was only a slave with some potential. How could it compare to the favor of a head lama?
Naturally, Solang Tsomu's father killed the serf's sister. He had thought that the serf's son would be as tactful as his parents and would not dare to complain. Perhaps he would simply believe the nonsense of 'the soul of a girl who is offered to Buddha will return to heaven'. Unexpectedly, the youth had read many Buddhist scriptures and knew many truths. Unlike his parents, he did not dare to express his anger, or perhaps he did not even dare to be angry. Instead, he buried his hatred deep in his heart.
As time passed, Solang Tsomu's father saw through him. He wanted to rush out to eliminate this hidden danger, but he was stopped by Solang Tsomu, who did not know the truth. Naturally, the youth knew that this was only temporary. The slave master, who had a dagger on his back, was determined to kill him. Perhaps he even managed to evade the slave master's attacks a few times before fleeing in panic.
Naturally, the relatives he left behind in the slave master's territory did not meet a good end either. They were all turned into 'human blood, intestines, and livers', as well as' cakes made from black flour and human blood; a mixture of five types of meat, including human flesh; the skull of a child born without a knot, filled with blood and mustard seeds; the skin of a little boy; human blood and brain placed in a bowl; a human oil lamp with its wick made from hair; and a huge dough made from human gallbladder, brain, blood, and internal organs. 'All of these were sacrificed to the Mahakala Demon.
With such a vendetta, not to mention killing Solang Tsomu's entire family, even burning their souls with demonic fire and cutting them into pieces was in accordance with reason and karma according to River Styx's point of view. However, River Styx knew that summer insects could not talk about ice. With his worldview, it was impossible for him to agree with a Tibetan nobleman who would not even reincarnate into a serf's body.
In the eyes of those Tibetan noblemen, their actions were in accordance with Buddhist principles and mercy. What the son of a serf had done was treason. Why did he not wait for Solang Tsomu's father to kill him, but instead boldly escape? What was worse was that he actually dared to come back for revenge. He was rebelling against the heavens!
River Styx could only sigh and say to Solang Tsomu, "Buddha said that all living things are equal. Good karma begets good karma, evil karma begets evil karma … The enemy you provoked is the evil karma you brought upon yourself. I can't help you! "
Solang Tsomu blinked his beautiful big eyes and asked, "The evil karma I brought upon myself, Master, are you saying that I let him go, and that's why I have this retribution?" River Styx could not help but fall silent. Suddenly, he struck out with his palm and killed Solang Tsomu. The bodyguard at the side stared fiercely. He pulled out his scimitar and chopped at River Styx's head.
The old servant said sternly, "Devil? Why did you harm my master? "
River Styx sighed, "Summer insects cannot speak of ice!" After saying this, he was no longer in the mood to speak. He waved his hand and struck out a bolt of lightning, turning everything within a radius of several zhang into boiling lava. The group of people were all killed.
Looking at the mess on the ground and the large pit in the middle of the street, Minghe recalled Solang Tsom's large eyes when he looked at him. He suddenly scolded fiercely, "Ancestor, how could you not see that a girl who looks decent has actually taken the lama's nectar and great incense (Note 1) … someone who has eaten sh * t, does she deserve to look at me with those eyes?"
After saying this, he stomped his feet fiercely on the ground. He released the Heavenly Demon from the Celestial Demon Painting and ordered, "You few, kill that lama Sang Buzha and the entire temple! Then throw them all into the cesspool … Since you like to eat sh * t so much, I'll let you eat as much as you want! " River Styx made up his mind. After he absorbed the souls of the lamas into the Celestial Demon Painting, he must refine them into filthy demons and make them fall into the cesspool hell forever.
After this incident, Minghe really understood why those Lamas could preach the Buddhist doctrine of 'all living beings are equal' in a slave society. It turned out that they did not regard serfs as human beings at all, but as cattle and horses. The monks of the Han Dynasty could watch the common people raise cattle, sheep, and horses, and kill chickens and ducks. The Tibetan Lamas could naturally watch the slave owners persecute the serfs and kill them to offer sacrifices.
The difference was that the Han monks could not eat meat because all living beings were equal. They did not stop other people from eating meat, and they refused to eat other sentient beings. However, the lamas not only watched the slave masters eat people, they even happily became slave masters themselves and ate people with them.
"All love will come, impermanence is hard to come by … This Buddhist land is not as good as the Ancestor's Pure Land of Devil! It is better to serve the devil than to serve the Buddha. I only wish for all living things to always enter my door and enjoy the bliss of the seven emotions and six desires. Always leave the shore, never enter the sea of bitterness. Recite my name and leave all hardships. No need to work, no wish to suffer. I alone bear all the suffering of all living things! "
"The great wish is the Supreme Demon Lord of Ultimate Bliss!"
"The great wish is the Supreme Demon Lord of Ultimate Bliss!"
"The great wisdom saves the suffering Supreme Demon Lord!"
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