Shushan Extra Two, the Demon Wrath

Qiongda came out of the waterfall with his body naked. The Yarlung Zangbo River Canyon area in southern Tibet was rich in rainfall. The huge drop in the plateau terrain created many natural waterfalls. It was still early in the morning, and the thin frost condensed on the gravel ground. Qiongda used the blade of the Vajra to cut his palms and sprinkled the blood on the altar, which immediately turned into blood frost.?

Long banners woven with dead heads fly under the strong wind on the plateau. The simple altar is just a pile of stones built with rocks.

Qiongda drank a strange liquid mixed with mandala flowers, blood of cattle and sheep, poisonous snakes, scorpions, and poisonous centipedes. While using red paint stained with his own blood, he painted some mysterious runes and blood-colored demonic texts, along with the blue tattoos on his body, scattering all kinds of strange fluctuations of thought power.

If there are cultivators who are proficient in magic spells here, you can see that these are some simple Asura magic talismans. Many people in the side sect will use them to refine some side sect magic weapons such as white bone banners and ghost bags. However, Qiongda's magic power is shallow, and even if he casts such a curse spell, he needs to squeeze his own vitality.

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

Qiongda was trembling all over, foaming at his mouth, chanting the spell in a chaotic and trembling tone, leading all kinds of secret demons in the void to the altar. A little man tied with barley stems, and in a local noble man tens of miles away, the old man lying on the big bed suddenly screamed violently. His body seemed to be bitten by an invisible poisonous insect, and black and blue wounds appeared.

The guards holding scimitars in the manor were awakened immediately, and they panickedly found the noble lama and recited scriptures to the noble old man by the bed holding a prayer wheel. As the mysterious Zen song echoed in the room, the trembling old man gradually calmed down.

Seeing the old man sleeping, the middle-aged man next to him asked carefully: "Master, is that devil still cursing his master?"

The lama was silent for a long time before he answered: "My magic power can only temporarily calm Master Huo Kang's pain. Although it can hinder the devil's curse, if this continues for a long time, Master Huo Kang's condition will not improve. You should invite the master from Jokhang Temple or Potala Palace to calm the curse!"

The middle-aged Tibetan replied in a low voice: "The little master has already gone to invite the great Lama of Sambuza... Can time win the arrival of the great Lama?"

The Lama thought for a while and ordered: "Take Mr. Huo Kang the Ganlu Pills, and sacrifice to Daheitian with a dough mixed with a mixture of human blood, human intestines, liver and heart and lungs. He used a skull bowl to hold water, wipe his body, and applied his wounds with ghee and human oil... It should last until two months later."

"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 compete with the power of the Buddha!"

The curse lasted for an hour before Master Huo Kang completely calmed down and fell asleep exhausted. At the mountain pass dozens of miles away, Qiongda fell limply to the ground. He was sweating all over. His tired body could even kill him with his horns. Qiongda crawled weakly like a neatly stacked clothes beside him, and found a rough gauze carved from wood.

Qiongda's tired face suddenly burst into tears, and she whimpered in a low voice, shouting weakly in Tibetan: "Gesan!Gesan! Am, Dad!"

In Tibetan, Gesang means good times, happiness and happiness, which represents a kind of good wish. It is very rare for daughters with names among serfs. If they can be given this beautiful name, it represents the love and expectation of their family.

And this name is even more rare to see when used on a mute Tibetan girl.

Qiongda's skin, now it is sunken, has white skin and bones on his temples, and his face is very deep. Such a situation occurs on a young man in his twenties, which means that his essence and blood have dried up and his life span has been greatly damaged. Conservatively, he will not be able to live for twenty years.

The medicinal properties of mandala flowers have not yet faded. Qiongda rarely falls into deep deep. In the deep recollection of hatred, he pinched the worn-out Gawu and fell into a dreamlike hallucination. He saw his beautiful sister holding the Gesang flower in the sun, smiling as beautiful as a lucky girl. He dreamed of his father, Am, with a blurred face, the fragrance of butter tea, the sweetness of barley...

There is also the beauty and generosity of the dream girl Solancuom...

Finally he saw a drum, inlaid with lapis lazuli, red coral and Tibetan silver bones, and two yellowed drum faces. An old, invisible, gorgeously dressed lama slapped the drum, showing a creepy smile. Qiongda trembled in fear, and screamed like a wolf at the throat.

He struggled on the sharp gravel ground, letting the sharp stone pieces pierce him blood, leaving countless crisscrossing scars on his body. It seemed that only such pain could remind him that he was still alive!

Blood covered the simple altar, and Qiongda's resentment and anger sensed a picture of various heavenly demons in the dark, depicting the rolled sleeves of the demon king Bo Xun, the infinite dark demons, and endless wrath made the red lotus of karma under Bo Xun's feet burn. The demons from all directions chanted around Qiongda: "Resent the suffering of the world, the wrathful demon master. The red lotus purifies the world fire, burns all the Buddha lands."

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 scared that they knelt down to the ground. Even the lama master invited by the housekeeper hurriedly came out of the room where the distinguished guests 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 bedside up in front of him. Looking at the panic-ridden people, he said majestic: "The great lama Sambuza has something to do and cannot come, so I will ask me to come here and talk about the devil Qiongda!"

The housekeeper took the lead and said, "The devil, Qiongda, is the slave of his master. When he was young, he was given a servant and dressed as a servant because of his good appearance as a devil. But he was cruel and cunning in his heart, had done many evil deeds, and wanted to seduce Miss Solancuom... The master showed his disguise and wanted to punish him..."

After hearing what happened, the great lama secretly looked at the guardians and talked with his mind power: "It seems that it was not the one who killed the two great lamas and caused the bloody crime in the holy land. Huo Kang and his family were just hit with some shallow curses. We must catch that Qiongda and torture him if he knew the devil who committed the murder."

After saying that, he came to Huo Kang, gently applied butter to Master Huo Kang's forehead, and sang the Sanskrit with the lama beside him... Qiongda on the altar suddenly showed a look of pain, and the doll bandaged with barley had already burned on his own. He felt the pain from the deepest part of his body, and the summoned devil ruthlessly retaliated against his body.

Countless black bloods left from his seven orifices, and the huge backlash brought by the curse being broken was taking his life. The process was extremely painful, dozens of times more miserable than peeling off his skin. But such pain could not make Qiongda wail.

He bit his tongue, pointed at the sky with a vague whimpering sound, and shouted in pain: "Buddha! Look at this world! Why are the most innocent people always suffering first? Why are the devils who harm people high above? If I am guilty, I am willing to fall into the avici, but the pure Gesang is innocent... You say that good and evil reincarnation, but her soul is imprisoned forever in a human skin drum!"

"Where is the retribution of cause and effect? ​​Where is the reincarnation of good and evil? Why can those masters who eat and harm others continue to enjoy in the next life? But poor people will suffer forever? Those vicious devils who are lamas on the surface, but behind them are devils, drinking human blood and imprisoning the souls of kind people, can harm us for life? The sons of serfs are always serfs, and the sons of nobles are always nobles!"

Qiongda's vitality passed 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: "No matter who it is! Whether it is a devil or a god! Whether it is evil or merciful! As long as I give me the power to revenge, I will dedicate my soul to him! Qiongda is here, swearing with his soul!"

The last little strength disappeared with the oath. With a little connection in the soul, Qiongda saw that Mr. Huo Kang was lying on the bed, dragging his body that had just been lifted, and crawling devoutly at the feet of the great lama. He saw that although the Huo Kang family was still feeling unwell, they could warmly greet guests from the Potala Palace.

Seeing the big lama take out the familiar human skin drum and slap it, feeling the familiar soul on the human skin drum burning, following the connection of blood, sensing his position, Qiongda wanted to be angry, but was unable to struggle, his body slowly slid down, kneeling down, and falling into the mud...

Looking at a blood-red manzhushahua growing from her face.

A compassionate voice sang: "The fire of karma burns the sky, and the wrathful demon master. I hope that all the unfair things in the world can draw their swords and rise up, and that all living beings in the world can roar and struggle. May all powerless men also splatter blood in five steps! The wrathful deity is the last dignity of sentient beings. With infinite resentment, the wrathful deity, burns the fire of karma, comets hit the moon, and white rainbows penetrate the sun!"

Qiongda felt a hot flame gushing out of his body, burning his body and life with resentment as fuel. The mysterious demon in his body wailed and turned into fuel. The infinite power made Qiongda rise into the sky, cutting through the sky like a comet, and flying towards the side that his soul sensed.

At Huo Kang's house, the big lama suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Devil, you dare to come here!"

The great lama held the Vajra in his hand and his body suddenly rose three feet high, like a giant Vajra, waving a vajra into the sky. The red lotus karma fire in the sky wrapped around a skeleton, roaring to the sky, blood-red flames burned in his eyes, and his fists were swinging like hammers, and he smashed it down at the lama. The magic image of the Vajra of the Tantric Sect was actually broken like porcelain.

He thought that he had no impurities like diamonds. When he encountered the karma fire, he burned wildly. With a breath, his soul was drawn out by the karma fire and burned to death in his wail. The karma fire skeleton, his hands were like a knife, killing everything he saw.

During this day and night, the herdsmen could see the direction of Mr. Huo Kang's manor. The red flames dyed the sky red. Finally, in the sea of ​​countless flames like red lotus and flowers blooming on the other side, a skeleton embraced the phantom of a beautiful girl and entered a peaceful and peaceful world.8
Chapter completed!