: Shushan Fanwai 3: The Demon Wrath

Shushan Fanwai II, the demon is angry
Qiongda came out of the waterfall with his body, abundant rainfall in the Yarlung Zangbo River Gorge in southern Tibet, and huge plateau topography created many natural waterfalls. At this time in the early morning, a thin layer of frost condensed on the stones. Qiongda Cut off his palm with the blade of King Kong's blade, and splattered blood on the altar, and immediately formed blood frost. ????
The long urn woven from the dead head fluttered under the strong wind of the plateau, and the humble altar was just a pile of stones built with random stones.
Qiongda drank the weird liquid mixed with mandala flower, blood of cattle and sheep and poisonous snake, poisonous scorpion, poisonous venom, and smeared some secret runes on himself with the red paint stained with his blood. With the blue tattoos on his body, the magic text of his body is scattered with all kinds of strange mental fluctuations.
If a monk who is proficient in magic spells is here, it can be seen that these are some obvious Asura maggots. Many people in the side gates will use them to worship some side gate instruments such as white bone maggots and ghost bags, but Qiong The magical power is shallow, and even to cast such a curse spell, he needs to squeeze his vitality.
Soon under the influence of those drugs mixed with drugs, Joan's consciousness was plunged into obscurity and chaos, and the magic maggot on his body and this simple altar drew an inexplicable consciousness.
Qiongda trembled, spit foam in his mouth, recited the mantra aloud in a chaotic and trembling tone, and dragged the mysteries of the void to the altar, a little man tied with green stalks, dozens In an old manor house inside and outside, the old man lying on the big bed suddenly made a howl, and his body seemed to be bitten by an invisible poisonous insect, with black and blue wounds.
The guards holding the machete in the manor suddenly awakened, hurriedly sought out the distinguished lama, held the prayer wheel by the bedside to chant the scripture for the noble old man, and echoed in the room with the mysterious Zen sound of Brahma singing. The trembling old man calmed down.
Seeing the old man go to sleep, the middle-aged man next to him asked carefully, "Master, is the devil still cursing the master?"
The Lama was silent for a long time before answering: "My mana can only temporarily calm the pain of Master Huo Kang. Although it can obstruct the curse of the devil, but for a long time, Master Huo Kang's condition will not improve. You should go Ask the master of the Jokhang Temple or the Potala Palace to calm this curse! "
The middle-aged Tibetan whispered, "The little master has gone to invite the Lama Sambuza ... Can time be won for the Lama?"
The lama thought for a while, and commanded: "Take the dew pills to Master Huo Kang. Every day he sacrifices Daheitian with a mixture of a cow, a sheep, human blood, human intestines, liver and heart and lungs. Water, wipe his body, apply ghee and human oil to his wounds ... it should last for two months. "
"The devil didn't have much power. He was just more cunning and vicious. The spells he learned from the Han were not enough to counteract the power of the Buddha!"
The curse continued for an hour before Master Huo Kang calmed down and fell asleep tired. On the mountain pass dozens of miles away, Joan Da collapsed to the ground. He was sweating so much that his tired body could even use an antelope The horn kills him, and Joonda crawls weakly next to the neatly stacked clothes, and finds out a rough Gawu carved from wood.
Qiongda's tired face suddenly burst into tears, sobbed softly, and shouted weakly in Tibetan: "Gesang! Gesang! Eminem, Ada!"
In Tibetan, Gesang means good times and happiness. It represents a good wish. Daughters with names in serfs are very rare. If they can be given this beautiful name, it represents the love and love of their families. look forward to.
And this name, used in a dumb Tibetan woman, is even rarer.
Qiongda's plump skin was now sunken and skinny. His skin was white like frost and snow, and his face had deep wrinkles. This situation appeared on a young man in his twenties, representing him. The essence and blood have dried up and life span has been greatly damaged. It is conservatively estimated that he will not be able to live for 20 years.
The medicinal properties of the mandala flower have not receded, and it is rare for Joanda to not fall into the deep and ingrained hatred. He held the shabby Gawu and fell into a dream-like illusion. He saw his beautiful sister, Holding a Gesanghua in the sun, smiling as beautiful as auspicious goddess, he dreamed of his own dad, um, hazy face, the smell of butter tea, the sweetness of the green scent ...
And the beauty of the dream girl Solantoum ...
Finally, he saw a drum, a bone drum inlaid with lapis lazuli, red coral, and Tibetan silver, and two yellowed drum faces, an old, invisible, and a well-dressed lama slapping that side The bongos showed a creepy smile, and Joanda trembled in fear, twirling his throat, mourning like a wolf.
He struggled on the sharp gravel, letting the sharp stones stab him with blood, leaving numerous crisscross scars on his body. It seemed that only such pain could remind him that he was alive!
The blood was covered with a humble altar, and Joan's resentment and anger felt the image of a demon painted in the middle, depicting the curly sleeves of the devil, and the infinite yin and endless wrath let the waves The karmic fire under the stomping red lotus was burning, and the demon in all directions chanted around Qiongda: "Hate the world's suffering and anger the Lord of the Devil. Honglian cleans the fire and burns all the earth."
In Lord Hawthorne's manor, a majestic noble lama hurried from Potala Palace to dozens of law-protecting lamas. The serfs and servants in the manor fell to their knees, and even the lama invited by the steward Teacher, also hurriedly came out of the room hosting the distinguished guests and limped at the feet of the Great Lama.
The Great Lama sat in the seat and asked the protectors to lift Master Huo Kang's bed in front of himself, watching the panic-stricken people, and said with awe: "The Great Lama Sambuza has something to do and can't come, so he asked me to come here, Talk about the devil Joanda! "
The steward came out and said, "The devil Joanda was the master's slave. When he was young, he was gifted as a servant and dressed as a master because of the good looks of the devil. But he was vicious and deceitful in his heart. Wanting to seduce Miss Solentzoom ... the master showed his disguise and punished him ... "
After the Da Lama heard the story, the secretive and the guardians glanced at each other and talked with force: "It seems that it was not the Joan Da who killed the two big lamas and caused the bloodshed in the Holy Land. Huo Kang and his The family was only hit with some superficial curses. We have to catch Joanda and ask him if he knows the murderous devil. "
After speaking, I came to Huo Kang and daubed it on Master Huo Kang's forehead gently with butter, and chanted the Sanskrit with the lama next to him ... Jonda on the altar suddenly showed the color of pain, bandaged with green crickets. The puppet had already burned on its own, he felt the pain from the deepest part of the body, and the summoned devil ruthlessly bit his body back.
Countless blue blood was left from his seven tricks, and the huge backstabbing brought about by the curse was broken, is taking his life. This process is extremely painful, and is dozens of times more miserable than scratching the skin. But such pain can't make Joan mourn.
He bit his tongue, pointed at the sky with a vague sobbing voice, and said with pain: "Buddha! Look at this world! Why are the most innocent people always suffering first? Why do those harmful devil stand high? If I I'm guilty, I'm willing to fall into Abi, but the pure Gesang is innocent ... You say the cycle of good and evil, but her soul is always imprisoned in a human skin! "
"Where is karma? What is the cycle of good and evil? Why do those who eat and harm people continue to enjoy the afterlife? The poor need to suffer forever? Those who are lamas on the surface, devil behind them, drink human blood, and imprison the good souls Can the evil devil of us destroy us for life? The son of a serf is always a serf, and the son of a noble is always a noble! "
The vitality of Joan Da passed away little by little, his head became pale, his face was like an old man who was about to die, but he still cursed in the most resentful tone: "No matter who! No matter the devil or god! No matter whether it is evil Still compassion! As long as you give me the power to avenge! I will give my soul to him! Jonda is here, take your soul! "
The last strength disappeared with the oath. With a little connection in the soul, Jonda saw that Master Huo Kang was lying on the bed, dragging his body that had just been lifted from the curse, and piously struck at the feet of the Great Lama. Although he is still unwell, he has been able to greet the guests of the Potala Palace warmly.
Seeing the big lama taking out the familiar human skin drum and patting it, he felt that he was burning the familiar soul on the human skin drum, following a little bloodline connection, and sensing his position, Jonda wanted to be angry, but Already struggling, his body slowly slipped down, kneeling, and fell to the mud ...
Watching a blood-red Manjushahua grows out of his face.
A mournful voice sang: "The karma burns the sky and angers the Lord of Heaven. I wish all the injustices of the world could rise with swords, and all sentient beings in the world could roar and struggle. May all powerless men be able to Five steps of blood splatter! Wrath, the last dignity of sentient beings, with infinite resentment, wrath, burning industry fire ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Comet strikes the moon, Bai Hongguanri! "
Qiongda felt a fiery flame spewing out of her body, using resent as fuel, burning his body and life, and the mystery inside her mourning turned into fuel, and the infinite power let Qiongda rise into the air Like a comet, it cuts through the sky and flies towards the side of its soul induction.
In Huo Kang's family, the big lama opened his eyes sharply and yelled, "Demon, how dare you come here!"
The Great Lama held the Vajrayana, and his body suddenly rose up three feet, like a giant Vajrayana, waving a Vajra pestle towards the sky. The red lotus industry fire in the sky wrapped a skull, roaring in the sky, and the blood-red flame was burning in his eyes, both His fist waved like a hammer, and he slammed down on the lama fiercely. The tantric teachings of the Vajrayana-like style were actually broken like porcelain.
Thought that there is no impurity like diamond, when encountering karma, the flames burned, the big lama breathed out, and the soul was drawn out by karma, burned in mourning, karma skull, hands like a knife, beheading Everything I see.
This day and night, herders can see the direction of Lord Huo Kang's manor. The red fire light stains the sky. Finally, in the sea of ​​flames like red lotus and flames blooming on the other shore, a skeleton hugs the beautiful girl, Step into a peaceful and peaceful world. 8