Chapter 569 (1/2)
Shu mountain fanwai two, the devil is angry
Qiongda CHIGUO came out from the waterfall with his body. The Yarlung Zangbo River Canyon in southern Tibet was rich in rainfall and the huge drop in plateau terrain created many natural waterfalls. At this time, it was still early in the morning, and the thin frost condensed on the stone ground. Qiongda cut his own palm with the blade of the diamond pin, sprinkled blood on the altar, and immediately formed a blood frost.
Long flags woven with dead people's hair fly in the strong wind of the plateau. The simple Dharma altar is just a pile of stones built from random piles of stones.
Qiongda drank the strange liquid mixed with datura flower, cattle and sheep blood and venom of poisonous snake, scorpion and poisonous centipede. At the same time, he painted some mysterious runes and blood colored magic words on his body with red paint stained with his own blood. Together with the blue tattoo on his body, there were all kinds of strange mental fluctuations.
If there are monks who are proficient in magic spells here, we can see that these are some simple Ashura magic books. Many people in the side door will use them to refine side door magic tools such as white bone flags and ghost bags, but qiongda's magic power is shallow. Even when casting such curse spells, they need to squeeze their own vitality.
Soon, under the influence of the mixed narcotics in those overpowering drugs, jonda's consciousness fell into ignorance and confusion. His magic book and this simple altar moved an indescribable consciousness.
Qiongda trembled and foamed at the mouth. She recited the mantra in a chaotic and trembling tone, and dragged all kinds of secret demons in the void down to the altar. On a villain bound with highland barley stalks, an old man lying on a big bed in a local noble's manor dozens of miles away suddenly howled bitterly. He was like being stung by invisible poisonous insects, Black and cyan wounds.
The guards holding machetes in the manor suddenly woke up and flustered to find the noble Lama. Holding the Sutra wheel, they recited the Scriptures for the noble old man at the bedside. With the mysterious Zen sound and Sanskrit singing echoing in the room, the trembling old man gradually calmed down.
Seeing the old man sleeping, the middle-aged man next to him carefully asked, ”guru, is the devil still cursing his master?”
After being silent for a long time, the Lama answered, ”my mana can only temporarily quell master huokang's pain. Although it can block the devil's curse, master huokang's condition will not improve for a long time. You should ask the guru of Jokhang Temple or Potala Palace to quell the curse!”
The middle-aged Tibetan whispered, ”the little master has invited the sambuza Lama... Can we win the arrival of the Lama in time?”
The Lama thought for a moment and said, ”take manna pills for master huokang, offer sacrifices to Da Heitian with a mixture of cow, sheep, human blood, human intestines, liver and heart and lung every day, hold water in a skull bowl, wipe his body, and smear his wound with butter and human oil... It should last until two months.”
”The devil doesn't have much power. He's just more cunning and vicious. The magic he learned from the Han people is not enough to resist the power of the Buddha!”
After the curse lasted for an hour, master huokang completely recovered and fell asleep. On the mountain pass dozens of miles away, qiongda collapsed to the ground. He was sweating. His tired body and even an antelope could kill him with horns. Qiongda was powerless to climb the clothes neatly stacked next to the statue and felt a rough gawu carved with wood from the inside.
Jonda's tired face suddenly burst into tears, sobbed in a low voice, and shouted weakly in Tibetan: ”Gesang! Gesang! Am, Dad!”
In Tibetan, Gesang means good time, happiness and happiness, representing a kind of good wishes. There are very few named daughters among serfs. If they can be given this beautiful name, it represents the love and expectation of their families.
And this name, used in a mute Tibetan woman, is even more rare.
Qiongda used to have full skin, but now he has sunken skin and bones. He has frosty white hair on his temples and deep wrinkles on his face. This situation appears in a young man in his twenties, which means that his blood essence has been exhausted and his life has been greatly damaged. Conservative estimation shows that he can't live for 20 years.
The medicinal properties of Datura stramonium have not gone away. Qiongda rarely falls into deep and deep hatred. In his memory, he holds the worn-out gawu and falls into a dream like illusion. In a trance, he sees his beautiful sister holding Gesang flowers in the sun and smiling as beautiful as an auspicious girl. He dreams of his father, Eminem, blurred face and the smell of butter tea, The sweetness of highland barley
And the beauty and generosity of the dream girl solantum
Finally, he saw a drum with a bone drum body inlaid with lapis lazuli, red coral and Tibetan silver, as well as two yellow drum faces. An old, invisible and well-dressed Lama patted the small drum and showed a creepy smile. Jonda trembled in fear and cried like a wolf.