The majestic Zamlingi Holy Land was quiet. Among the layers of palaces, countless lights were burning in the small dark halls. The novice monks carefully walked in the dark corners. The huge and magnificent palace was silent at this time. Thousands of lamas and novice monks were living here again. It was even quieter than the wilderness.
This was not an easy thing to do.
The rules in the Tantric Sect were very strict. The more emphasis was placed on seniority, the more attention was paid to the rules. Without these rules, the status of the Living Buddha could not be reflected, and the solemnity and holiness of the Living Buddha could not be maintained.
Therefore, they could not point at the Living Buddha here. They could not talk nonsense in front of the Living Buddha. The novice monks could not look at the Living Buddha, and they could not talk about the Living Buddha with their tongues. They could not talk loudly, and they could not act without authorization. Such a solemn and holy existence, if they moved carelessly, they would die! Even if the officials of the Great Ming Dynasty came, as long as they offended the authority of the Living Buddha, they would be severely punished in the name of 'grave sins, questioning and defaming the Buddha'.
The Tibetans were never afraid of sacrificing tens of thousands of lives to maintain the dignity of the Living Buddha.
Under such circumstances, the Great Ming Dynasty, who did not dare to provoke the border, would certainly not risk the instability of the border and fall out with the gurus of the Zamlingi Holy Land for a few officials.
Every day, the Living Buddhas here would produce hundreds of kilograms of the popular big and small incense, sweet dew, red and white bodhi for the novice monks and lamas to take and comprehend. Only the Tibetan nobles and slave owners with wisdom and Buddha-nature would be bestowed by the Zamlingi Holy Land and happily take the gifts of the gurus.
The lamas who kept these sacred objects in golden vases and golden caskets looked solemn and respectful. With pious movements, they carried these objects away from the living Buddha's residence. A Dharma protector lama with strong muscles and bones carried a golden plate covered with a black cloth and hurried over with eight lamas from outside the holy land. They carefully avoided those acolytes who carried the sacred objects with meticulous movements, and headed in the direction they came from.
The structure of the palace was not suitable for daylighting, and the lighting conditions on the plateau were not good either. Under the dim light of the butter lamp, they stepped on the thick woven carpet and smelled the fragrance of the rich spices in the hall. Instantly, their tiredness was gone and their spirits were refreshed. They held the golden plate in their hands even more cautiously. The surroundings were beautifully decorated, inlaid with agate, crystal, coral, pearl, and azure glass.
Of course, most of it was still gold. The eaves of the palace were pointed outwards, and the corners of the roof were raised. The copper roof tiles were gilded with gold, and the ridges were decorated with gilded sutras, vases, scorpion fish, and golden-winged crows. The walls under the eaves were decorated with gilded copper ornaments. The images were all of the eight treasures of Buddhism. The pillars and beams were covered with brightly colored paintings and gorgeous carvings.
The interior of the palace in the Zamlingi Holy Land was crisscrossed with corridors and halls. The space was winding and unpredictable. Even the middle-aged guardian lama, who was familiar with the layout, had a hint of solemnity and piety when he was in it.
Along the way, the Gabala bone ornaments, pagoda, sutras, and prayer flags were getting more and more mysterious. The strong waves of psyche power were crisscrossing in the void. Countless gilded sutras were circulating on the surrounding instruments from time to time, emitting a hint of glazed Buddhist light. An old lama wearing a Pilu hat was sitting on a Lianhua stool. He was skinny, and his facial features were deeply sunken. However, within his skin and flesh, there was a divine brilliance like that of Vajra.
When he saw the middle-aged guardian lama coming in, he only silently chanted the name of Buddha and asked, "Are you here for the murder of the two head lamas, Yundan Mercury Cloth and Sangbuzha? The two head lamas who were obedient to us were killed on the same day. The headquarter is extremely shocked! We must not let this kind of unpardonable murderer, who has come out of the Buddha's body and blood. The headquarter has already ordered the guardian lama to find the whereabouts of this person. We will definitely seek justice for the two head lamas! "
The guardian lama replied, "Dharma King Sarogadachin, I have ordered the local nobles to search carefully. Finally, at the place where the murderer committed the crime, they found a trace of the murderer's traces!" After saying that, he offered the golden plate in his hand.
Dharma King Sarogadachin took the golden plate. He did not look at it immediately. Instead, he stroked the black cloth that covered the golden plate and praised, "Well done!" After saying that, he silently closed his eyes to sense. Below, whether it was the middle-aged guardian lama in the lead or the eight lamas behind him, they all revealed a look of awe.
Dharma King Sarogadachin opened his eyes abruptly and shouted, "Scoundrel!"
His Primordial Spirit had already exchanged dozens of blows with the Primordial Spirit of River Styx that was left on the golden plate. Although River Styx was not in front of him, the supreme magical power of Free Form Incarnation was already above this person's nature. Therefore, with just a little bit of weak Psyche Power, he was able to fight to a draw. It was not until the other old lamas, who were like dead men, opened their eyes at the same time that he was barely able to expel this bit of Psyche Power.
River Styx stood on the Tibetan plateau thousands of miles away, surrounded by lush grasslands. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Lhasa, the center of the esoteric sect. He laughed softly and said, "It is not so easy to take the things of the ancestor … If you want my things, then exchange them with your life! I have hidden them in the Diagram of Gods and Demons … "
Dharma King Sarogadachin flipped open the black handkerchief that covered the golden plate, revealing a stemborer that was carved out of ice and jade. At this moment, the Psyche Power of River Styx had been expelled by them together, leaving only an obscure and mysterious power and a greedy thought that made Dharma King Sarogadachin tremble with fear.
"I'm afraid this is the reason why the two head lamas, Yundan Mercurial Cloth and Sambuza, were killed? Such a strange ancient insect, even if it is only left with its shell, it still has such evil roots. It is indeed a ferocious creature, I will have to enlighten it! "
The two old lamas beside him, who were already withered, smiled and echoed, "Subduing the heretics is the supreme magical power of Buddha. If Dharma King Sarogadachin can subdue this ancient ferocious creature, he will definitely be able to add an immeasurable magical power to the orthodoxy, and his Dharma cultivation will improve. He will be the first Dharma King of the sect! "
Even though Dharma King Sarogadachin's skin had been polished like diamond, he could not help but reveal a smile. He picked up the jade insect on the golden plate, opened his mouth and chanted in an obscure Sanskrit voice. Immeasurable Buddhist light emitted from the back of his head and gathered towards the jade insect in his hand.
River Styx, who was thousands of miles away, felt an exquisite Psyche Power trying to invade the nature of the Frost Moth. However, the Frost Moth was originally a mutated demon transformed from the endless Yin Demons in the Diagram of Gods and Demons. If it had an essence, it would be the essence of the demon in the Realm of Desire. Upon being affected by the Psyche Power, it was about to make a ruckus, but River Styx managed to suppress it and urged the dozens of Sky Demons in the Diagram of Gods and Demons to invade it with supreme Psyche Power.
In the Holy Land of Zamlingi, Dharma King Sarogadachin smiled and chanted even louder. He could already feel his Buddhist Psyche Power invading the nature of the Frost Moth, and he seemed to be able to control most of the power of this strange insect. Seeing that he was about to succeed, he could not help but be overjoyed. However, in an instant, the Frost Moth in his hand suddenly changed.
In the blink of an eye, it woke up and drilled into Dharma King Sarogadachin's mouth like lightning. It turned into a cold current along his trachea and was about to seep into Dharma King Sarogadachin's organs.
Dharma King Sarogadachin's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly used his Psyche Power to suppress it, but how could he suppress it?
His body suddenly swelled up, and his withered muscles and bones quickly recovered, becoming full and swollen. A glaze-like Buddhist Light flowed in his body, and a body like Vajra was restored in front of everyone. His hands formed the Mahamudra of Tantra, and he shouted, "Junior Brothers, quickly invite the Bodhisattva …"
The skinny old Lama suddenly stood up. At this time, Dharma King Sarogadachin could no longer bear it. He stood up and jumped off the bed. As soon as he took a step, a thin layer of ice appeared on his chest. After two swift steps, Dharma King Sarogadachin's entire body was frozen into a statue. A Frost Moth the size of a thumb drilled out of his chest and suddenly expanded to the size of a water tank.
This giant Frost Moth fluttered its wings and flew up, exploding into thousands of cold stars in the hall. Then, countless cold stars gathered in one place and drilled into the bodies of the remaining people in the hall. In an instant, their Blood Essence was sucked dry, and they turned into dried corpses.
These Frost Moths drilled back into the bodies of the dried corpses. Dharma King Sarogadachin's Primordial Spirit was still frozen in his body. At this time, he could feel countless strange demons that looked like Frost Moths attached to his Primordial Spirit and greedily devoured it.
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