The Heavenly Demons Are Furious Because of Shushan's Outsiders
Qiongda came out from under the waterfall naked. The Yarlung Zangbo River valley in Southern Tibet was rich in rainfall. The mountainous terrain of the plateau created many natural waterfalls. It was still early in the morning, and a thin layer of frost had condensed on the pebbled ground. Qiongda cut his palm with the edge of the Vajra Pi and sprinkled his blood on the altar. The blood immediately froze into a bloody frost.
The long streamers weaved from the hair of the dead fluttered in the strong wind of the plateau. The simple and crude altar was merely a pile of rocks.
Qiongda drank a strange liquid that was a mixture of Datura flowers, the blood of cattle and sheep, and the venom of poisonous snakes, scorpions, and poisonous centipedes. At the same time, he painted some mysterious runes on his body with a crimson paint that was stained with his own blood. The blood-red magical runes, together with the blue tattoos on his body, emitted all sorts of strange waves of psychic power.
If a Taoist cultivator who was proficient in curses were here, he would be able to tell that these were some shallow Asura Magic Talismans. Many unorthodox cultivators would use these talismans to refine some unorthodox magical artifacts such as white bone streamers and ghost bags. However, Qiongda's magical power was so shallow that he had to squeeze out his own life force to cast such curses.
Soon, under the effect of the anesthetic mixed with the knockout drugs, Qiongda's consciousness fell into confusion and obscurity. The Magic Talismans on his body and the simple altar had triggered an indescribable consciousness in the unseen world.
Qiongda trembled all over, foaming at the mouth. With a chaotic and trembling voice, he recited the spell loudly, guiding all sorts of mysterious demons from the void to descend onto the altar and onto a little man tied up with barley stalks. Dozens of miles away, in a manor belonging to a local nobleman, an old man lying on a large bed suddenly let out a miserable howl. His body seemed to be bitten by invisible poisonous insects, as black and blue wounds began to appear on his body.
The guards in the manor with machetes in their hands were instantly awakened. In a panic, they found a respected Lama and recited the scriptures for the old nobleman beside the bed. As the mysterious chanting echoed in the room, the old man who was trembling all over gradually calmed down.
Seeing that the old man had fallen asleep, the middle-aged man next to him asked carefully, "Master, is that demon still cursing Master?"
The lama was silent for a long time before he replied, "My power can only temporarily relieve Lord Huo Kang's pain. Although it can stop the devil's curse, Lord Huo Kang's condition will not improve in the long run. You should go to the Jokhang Temple or the Potala Palace to relieve the curse!"
The middle-aged Tibetan replied in a low voice, "Young master has already gone to invite the Great Lama Sang Buzha … Can we buy enough time for the Great Lama to arrive?"
The lama pondered for a moment, then instructed, "Give Old Master Huo Kang the Sweet Dew Pill. Every day, offer a mixture of a cow, a goat, human blood, human intestines, liver, and heart as a sacrifice to Mahakala. Use a skull bowl to hold water and wipe his body. Use butter and human oil to rub on his wounds … It should be able to last until two months later."
"That demon isn't that powerful. He's just more cunning and vicious. The magic he learned from the Han is not enough to contend against the power of Buddha!"
The curse lasted for two hours before Lord Huo Kang completely calmed down and fell asleep out of exhaustion. Dozens of miles away at the mountain pass, Qionda collapsed weakly on the ground. He was sweating profusely. His exhausted body could even be killed by an antelope with its horn. Qionda weakly crawled to the neatly folded clothes beside him and took out a rough Gawu carved from wood.
Qionda's tired face suddenly burst into tears. He whimpered in a low voice and weakly called out in Tibetan, "Gesang! Gesang! Amma, Abba! "
In Tibetan, Gesang meant good times and happiness. It represented a kind of good wishes. It was very rare for a serf to have a daughter with a name. If she could be given this beautiful name, it represented the love and expectation of her family.
It was even rarer for this name to be used on a mute Tibetan girl.
Qionda's formerly plump skin was now sunken to the point that he was only skin and bones. White hair as white as snow appeared at his temples. The wrinkles on his face were also very deep. Such a situation appeared on a young man in his twenties. It meant that his blood essence had dried up and his lifespan had been greatly damaged. A conservative estimate would be that he could not live for more than twenty years.
The medicinal effect of the datura flower had not faded yet. It was rare that Qionda did not fall into a deep and unforgettable memory of hatred. He pinched the worn-out Gawu and fell into a dream-like illusion. He vaguely saw his beautiful sister holding the Gesang flower under the sun, smiling as beautiful as an auspicious goddess. He dreamed of his Abba and Amma, their faces blurred, the fragrance of butter tea, the sweetness of highland barley …
And the beauty and generosity of the girl in his dream, Solang Tsom …
Finally, he saw a drum, a bone drum body inlaid with lapis lazuli, red coral, and hidden silver. There were also two yellowed drum faces. An old lama, whose face could not be seen, dressed in luxurious clothes, was beating the small drum, flashing a creepy smile. Qionda trembled in fear. He screamed at the top of his voice, howling like a wolf.
He struggled on the sharp gravel ground, letting the sharp gravel stab him until he was dripping with blood and leaving countless crisscrossed wounds on his body. It seemed that only such pain could remind him that he was still alive!
Blood was smeared all over the simple altar. Qionda's resentment and anger sensed that there was an image of the Heavenly Demon King Bo Xun in the middle. Endless Yin Demons and endless anger made the Red Lotus of Fire under Bo Xun's feet burn fiercely. The Heavenly Demons surrounded Qionda from all directions and chanted, "Resentment for the suffering of the world, anger for the Heavenly Demon King. Red Lotus World Cleansing Fire, burn all the lands of Buddha. "
In Master Hawthorne's manor, a dignified and noble head lama hurried over from Potala Palace with dozens of guardian lamas. The serfs and servants in the manor were so scared that they knelt down on the ground. Even the Lama Guru invited by the housekeeper hurriedly came out of the room used to entertain the distinguished guests and prostrated at the feet of the head lama.
The head lama sat on the seat of honor and let the guardians carry Master Huo Kang's bed to him. Looking at the panicking crowd, he said in a dignified manner, "Head Lama Sang Buzha has something to do and can't come, so he asked me to come here and talk about that demon Qionda!"
The housekeeper stepped out and said carefully, "That demon Qionda is master's slave. When he was young, because he had the good appearance of a demon in disguise, he was bestowed as a servant to wear master's clothes. But his heart is vicious and cunning. He has done many evil deeds and even wanted to seduce Miss Solang Tsom … Master found out his disguise and wanted to punish him … "
After listening to what happened, the head lama and the guardians looked at each other mysteriously, and communicated with each other through Psyche Power, "It seems that the one who killed the two head lama and caused the murder in the Holy Land is not that Qionda. Huo Kang and his family were only cursed by some shallow curses. We need to catch that Qionda and torture him to see if he knows the demon who committed the murder. "
After saying that, he came in front of Huo Kang and gently smeared butter on Master Huo Kang's forehead. Together with the lamas beside him, he chanted Sanskrit … On the altar, Qionda's face suddenly showed a painful expression. The puppet wrapped in barley had already started to burn on its own. He felt the pain coming from the deepest part of his body. The summoned demon was mercilessly devouring his body.
Countless amounts of greenish-black blood flowed out of his seven orifices. The huge backlash brought about by the breaking of the curse was taking away his life. This process was extremely painful, ten times more miserable than being skinned alive. But such pain could not make Qionda wail.
He bit his tongue and pointed to the sky with a vague whimper, shouting in pain, "Buddha! Look at this world! Why are the most innocent people always the first to suffer? Why are those harmful demons so high up in the sky? If I am guilty, I am willing to fall into Avici, but the pure Kelsang is innocent … You talk about the reincarnation of good and evil, but her soul is imprisoned in a human skin drum forever! "
"Where is karma? Where is the reincarnation of good and evil? Why can those masters who eat and harm people continue to enjoy in their afterlife? Why do the poor people have to suffer forever? Those evil demons who drink human blood and imprison the souls of kindhearted people can harm us generation after generation? The sons of serfs will always be serfs, and the sons of nobles will always be nobles! "
Qionda's life force was draining away bit by bit. His hair became pale, and his face looked like an old man who was about to die. But he still cursed in the most resentful tone, "No matter who! No matter if it is a demon or a god! No matter if it is evil or benevolent! As long as you give me the power to take revenge! I will give my soul to him! I, Qionda, swear with my soul! "
The last bit of his strength disappeared along with the oath. Through a little connection in his soul, Qionda saw Master Huo Kang lying on the bed, dragging his body that had just been lifted from the curse, kneeling piously at the feet of the head lama. He saw that although the Huo Kang family was still unwell, they could already greet the distinguished guests of Potala Palace warmly.
He saw the head lama take out the familiar human skin drum and beat it. He felt him burning the familiar soul on the human skin drum. Following a little connection in his bloodline, he sensed his location. Qionda wanted to be angry, but he was already powerless to struggle. His body slowly slid down, knelt down, and fell into the muddy water …
He watched as a blood-red Red Spider Lily grew in front of him.
A sad voice sang, "The fire of karma burns the heavens, the Lord of Wrath. I hope that all the injustices in the world can be raised. I hope that all the living beings in the world can roar and struggle. I hope that all the powerless men can be stained with blood! The Lord of Wrath is the last dignity of all living beings. With an endless heart of resentment, the Lord of Wrath burns the fire of karma, the comet attacks the moon, the white rainbow pierces the sun! "
Qionda felt a scorching flame erupt from his body. Using his hatred as fuel, it burned his body and life. The Secret Demon in his body howled and turned into fuel. Boundless power allowed Qionda to soar into the sky. Like a comet, he flew towards the place where his soul had sensed.
In Huo Kang's house, the head lama suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Demon, you still dare to come here!"
The head lama held the Vajra scepter in his hand and his body suddenly grew thirty feet tall. Like a giant Vajra, he waved the scepter towards the sky. In the sky, the Red Lotus Karma Fire wrapped around a skeleton. It roared towards the sky, its eyes burning with blood-red flames. It waved its fists like hammers and fiercely smashed towards the lama. The Vajra of the Esoteric Buddhism actually shattered like porcelain.
The psyche power that thought that it was as pure as diamond burned fiercely when it encountered the fire of karma. Within a breath, the head lama's soul was drawn out by the fire of karma and burned into nothingness. The hands of the skeleton of karma fire were like knives, wantonly killing everything it saw.
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