Leyang and his party were all stunned by Rang Jiong's words. They stood looking at each other for a while. They wanted to ask clearly but didn't know how to speak.
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When Wen Leyang saw what Rang Jiong was holding, he immediately blocked all his companions behind him with his teeth. Several elderly Taoist priests from the Qilian Immortal Sect also changed their colors at the same time, and they all pointed their flying swords at the lama!
They all could tell at a glance that the flute that Jean Jiong took out was made of human bones! The bone marks are mottled, one end is covered with silver, and a cold chill suddenly rises under the sad moonlight! In the Central Plains, only demon cultists would use this kind of bone tool to make magic weapons.
Feifei was very familiar with Tibetan Buddhism and was afraid that Wen Leyang would act rashly, so he hurriedly explained to him in a low voice: "The human bone flute is a tantric magical weapon and cannot be used by non-great practitioners. It is not an evil weapon. Don't get me wrong!"
Rang Jiong ignored the people around him at all, put the human bone flute to his lips and blew it gently, and a scream like a ghost's howl immediately cut through the sky and spread far away...
The alpine grassland looked extremely quiet under the night. Suddenly, a long chant of a Buddhist tune was heard, and golden Buddha light surged. An inconspicuous little temple on the grassland, with even the plaque in ruins and indistinguishable, suddenly glowed with seven-colored light. Several old lamas, who were almost unable to breathe, walked out of the ruined temple silently, with stern eyes. Looking in the direction of Namtso Lake, they all took a long breath, slowly sat down and began to chant the Vajra Sutra in a low voice.
The holy light that suddenly appeared in the small temple disappeared in a flash, and the Nagqu grassland returned to peace...
On the east side of the Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon, at the Grand Jixiang Temple, which has been popular for thousands of years, a young lama looked a little excited in panic, and almost stumbled into the Zen room of the presiding lama, forgetting to even knock on the door. The always stern presiding lama did not rebuke his disciples as usual. Instead, he looked at the young lama with a solemn face and asked two words in a low voice: "Rangjiong?"
The little lama nodded hurriedly.
After pondering for a moment, the abbot solemnly ordered: "All the disciples of the temple should perform rituals to protect themselves!"
The already dark temple suddenly became brightly lit. Hundreds of disciples are busy...
Halfway up the Namjagbarwa Peak. An ascetic in ragged clothes but with a peaceful expression. I was smiling and looking up at the night sky peacefully. Suddenly the earlobes trembled. Then he turned over and jumped up. He quickly took out the Vajra Poutine with the mantras of Tantric Buddhism engraved on it and inserted it around himself. Then he started chanting mantras loudly. Every word is like thunder hitting the sky...
At the foot of Xueling Mountain. Someone blew the conch. The sound resonates everywhere!
Above the Zangbo Badong Waterfall. Someone is turning the Nima wheel. The manic sound of the water could not annihilate the low cry of the Falun as it turned.
In a tent on the grassland of Shigatse. Someone struck the pestle and rang the bell. The demon-conquering heavenly voice is not loud but spreads far and wide!
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The sound of a human bone flute shocked everyone in Zangyuan!
Master Jiang Jiong slowly put away his flute and listened for a while. Then he smiled at Wen Leyang, who didn't know that all the practitioners on the plateau were already busy (this sentence is really long_): "I Call the four directions to complete the cultivation and help me conquer demons and eliminate demons. When the moon is at the top of the sky, it will be the unfinished work of King Sal when the power of the Buddha is achieved. I wonder if the Lama can do it!"
Wen Leyang didn't know who Gesar was, so he smiled and nodded without saying anything, while Gu Xiaojun, Fei Fei and Xiao Sha changed their expressions at the same time.
Master Jiang Jiong looked up at the sky and seemed to think it was still early. He simply sat down cross-legged and said, "The evil spirit won't come out again now." He then reached out and patted the ground to signal everyone to sit down, and then slowly said, "Someone Do you know "The Biography of King Gesar"?"
Gu Xiaojun, Fei Fei and Xiao Sha were all very familiar with culture. The three of them headed to each other. Xiao Sha added a few sentences, mainly for Wen Leyang: "It is said that in ancient Tibet, demons were rampant and disasters continued, and the god descended to earth and incarnated as King Gesar. Killing demons and benefiting the people made the plateau as peaceful as it is today. King Gesar returned to heaven after completing his merits."
Master Rang Jiong smiled and nodded: “Keep talking.
"His expression was peaceful, and he didn't seem to care about the upcoming battle against demons.
Xiaosha was dumbfounded and replied: "What else are you saying? It's over."
Feifei chuckled and said, "Master just asked about "The Biography of King Gesar", not King Gesar! He is always so irritable."
Xiao Sha suddenly realized it and continued to explain with a sly smile: ""The Biography of King Gesar" is an epic poem praising this god who descended to earth. The content starts from the birth of King Gesar to his return to heaven. It is the longest in the world. An epic poem with millions of words in total.”
Qin Zhui groaned and confirmed in disbelief: "How many millions of words?!"
While Xiaosha nodded, he secretly glanced at Master Rangjiong. The great lama still had the same expression, as if what Xiaosha said this time still did not satisfy him.
Fei Fei was able to read people's words and already guessed what Rang Jiong wanted to hear. He took over his brother's topic with a smile: "This epic is mainly passed down orally from generation to generation by rap artists. It has been passed down to this day and is still sung by artists. , there are hundreds of versions, and there is one very interesting thing." As he spoke, Fei Fei tried his best to lower his voice, and put on a mysterious look on his fragile little face: "It's the 'divine gift' singer'!"
Feifei closed his mouth after saying this and looked at Wen Leyang with piercing eyes, his expression full of expectation.
Wen Leyang still had some discernment, so he quickly followed suit and said, "God-given singer? What do you mean?"
Only then did Feifei smile with satisfaction, and then continued: "There are many Tibetan rappers who claim to have received King Gesar's will in their dreams, and the deeds they sang were all told by Gesar himself. In this way Those who are born are God-given singers.”
Wen Leyang was discouraged all of a sudden. The title of Divine Singer sounded quite big, but when explained, it was like the opening remarks of Master Jifei when he told people's fortunes.
Feifei saw through Wen Leyang's thoughts at a glance and didn't take it seriously at all. He smiled and shook his head: "It's not what you think. Some artists may brag to make money, but there are indeed some illiterate children who, after a serious illness, , suddenly he was able to chant millions of words of "The Biography of King Gesar". No one can explain this phenomenon until now, and it ranks among the top ten mysterious events."
Qin Zhui listened with great interest and hurriedly asked: "What are the other nine weird things?"
The Great Lama Jean Jiong was startled, fearing that the topic would be dragged too far, so he coughed quickly and spoke calmly: "It is true that there are singers given by gods. Although there are not as many as legends, in the past hundred years, there have been many singers. There will always be one.”
Gu Xiaojun's eyes lit up: "Master, are you the divine singer?"
Lama Jean Jiong's face was full of bewilderment. He looked at Gu Xiaojun and shook his head vigorously: "Of course I am not, how can it be such a coincidence!"
This time, not only Wen Leyang, but also everyone was discouraged. The old Confucian scholar stared at Qin Zhui with anxiety on his face, and said without politeness at all: "You are not a singer, and you say these things."
! "
Qin Zhui was still not used to it, so he instinctively replied: "I didn't say that..."
Lama Rangjiong was still not anxious at all, and reassured everyone with a smile: "Don't be anxious! Things have to be told slowly. No one knows how many years ago this Yer town has been established. People in the town do not interact with the outside world. They neither believe in nor worship Buddha, and the town is close to the holy lake, so it has always been regarded as a place of rebellion by believers on the plateau. In ancient times, devout Tibetans and even Buddhists would come to ask for the town to be relocated from time to time. Ignore them all."
The big lama finally said that he was back to the town. Although he was a little verbose, everyone still listened attentively to what he said slowly: "It wasn't until seven hundred years ago that the small town of Yer finally aroused public outrage, and a large number of Tibetans gathered into an army and wanted to Eradicate this place in one fell swoop.”
When he said this, Master Rangjiong suddenly smiled bitterly: "At that time, some people have discovered that the people in your small town have some magical powers and are difficult to deal with. Therefore, the three major temples at that time came together to organize a Nine Thousand Hidden Soldiers! Compared to disciples of the Exoteric Sect, followers of the Tantric Sect have more drastic methods of handling things."
Wen Leyang didn't have much idea about the Nine Thousand Tibetan Soldiers, but Gu Xiaojun was completely surprised. It was located in a vast plateau with sparsely populated areas. Seven hundred years ago, gathering nine thousand Tibetan Soldiers at once was already considered a big deal. Big deal.
Wen Leyang felt that it was a bit cold to let Master Lama speak alone. He nodded and said with a smile: "I have heard about this, and then I was stopped by a great lama who was chanting sutras around the lake."
When Gu Xiaojun chased him to Tibet, he found the records of this incident, but they did not expect that the scale of the conflict would be so large.
"It's Geshe the Great Lama." Rang Jiong smiled slightly and shook his head at Wen Leyang: "Actually, the Geshe the Great Lama is the leader recommended by everyone. He is not in Namtso Lake to chant sutras around the lake. His original intention is to lead the Tibetan soldiers to defeat the small Town."
Everyone doesn't understand what's going on. The difference between ancient records and real facts is really too big.
Master Rang Jiong's tone is still calm and simple, and every word sounds so gentle, which is incompatible with his arrogant appearance: "Assembling nine thousand Tibetan soldiers is not a small matter, from planning to gathering people, all the way It took almost a month of hard work. But no one expected that in this month, more than a dozen divine singers would appear on Zangyuan almost at the same time!"
Xiao Sha frowned: "Is he really a divine singer?" Master Rang Jiong nodded: "Of course!"
Others did not ask. The Tibetan land is mysterious and the phenomenon of divine singers cannot be explained. However, for practitioners, there must be ways to identify true and false divine singers.
True divine singers do exist, but they appear very rarely, and only one appears every one hundred years. Only seven hundred years ago, when the three major monasteries summoned Tibetan soldiers to prepare for the small town of Shi'er, suddenly on the plateau There have been more than a dozen genuine divine disciples, and the long poems sung by these singers are all related to the small town of Er.
In the mouths of these divine singers, they sang a piece of music that had never been recorded in the "Biography of King Gesar" before.
King Gesar, originally a half-human and half-god hero, descended to the mortal world in order to save all sentient beings from suffering. He was invincible in the battle, and finally encountered a powerful enemy: a powerful and evil monster. This monster is cruel and mischievous by nature and takes pleasure in killing people. No matter who falls into its hands, he will be tortured for nine days and will be killed after suffering all the pain.
Qin Zhui smiled heartlessly: "So the giant pangolin won't die for a while."
Xiaosha didn't have any eyebrows, so he didn't pay attention to the livid expression on the old man's face. He said, "But you will definitely have to suffer?"
Lama Jean Jiong smiled slightly and continued to talk about the past of the town.
King Gesar led the loyal and brave warriors into the monster's lair. After an earth-shattering battle, they finally captured the monster, but all 277 of his warriors died in the battle.
After catching the monster, King Gesar found that it was difficult to kill, so he took the monster into custody and came to Namtso Lake. He used the pure power of the holy lake and the power of piety that he had always accumulated to kill the monster. The monster is suppressed. The 277 soldiers who died also gave up the chance of reincarnation and became the walking zombies, staying on the edge of Namtso. Weaving shackles with his own anger and the purity of the holy lake, he will forever guard this monster.
Having said this, Lama Jean Jiong sighed: "When these people escaped from reincarnation, they no longer belonged to this world. For them, the warm sunshine was like the burning of fire, and the cool moonlight turned into cold. The ice thorns, they will suffer the pain of purgatory forever to protect the monsters, so I said that this is the place where loyalty and righteousness hold up to the sky."
The residents of the small town have escaped from the three realms and five elements in the singing of the divine singer. If it sounds good, they are not bound by the Buddha's teachings, but if it sounds bad, they have been abandoned by the Buddha. Therefore, they do not worship Buddha or worship him.
What the divine singers sing is the voice of the gods. In ancient Tibet, every lyric from their mouths has the supreme majesty. The songs sung simultaneously by more than a dozen divine singers from all directions finally reached the ears of the Tibetan military leader Geshe the Great Lama. The Great Lama did not dare to neglect. After repeated confirmations, he finally gave up the idea of attacking the small town of Shi'er.
After this incident, several major temples jointly issued decrees that no one was allowed to disturb Qingning in the small town of Yer.
Because the gathering of Tibetan troops to attack the small town was detrimental to the face of the planners at the time, it was downplayed in later records. Fewer and fewer people really know the truth about this incident.
After Master Rang Jiong finished telling what happened, he paused for a moment and added lightly: "But after that incident, the divine singer who appeared again no longer had any description of this town."
Among the audience, Gu Xiaojun had the best mind, and he immediately reacted: "You mean, there was still something wrong with the group of divine singers at that time?"
This incident is too coincidental. The "The Legend of King Gesar" sung by divine singers before and after did not mention the town and the souls of the 277 warriors. It was only at that time that the great lama gathered Tibetan troops to destroy the town. , a group of singers suddenly appeared.
The great lama Rangjiong shook his head: "I don't know either. But this place," he said, pointing to the complicated houses in the town: "It is indeed a tantric mandala! But..." The great lama's voice suddenly became stern. He stood up and said, "The magical weapons guarding the four corners of the mandala have been destroyed, so the monsters can wreak havoc again!"
Gu Xiaojun and Xiaosha almost jumped up from the ground, and their voices were full of displeasure: "Didn't I just say that the monsters won't come out for a while! Now you said that the mandala was destroyed and the monsters came to wreak havoc again?" The two men said on one side. Complaining, while staring at the surroundings with vigilant eyes, for fear that the monster would suddenly pounce out and take them away.
Master Rang Jiong looked at the cautious look of the two of them and seemed very happy. He said with a smile: "Don't worry, the mandala is still there, but the magic circle is weak. Although the monster can move,
There is always a struggle for a while after breaking out of the ground and returning to the human world. Just now, the mythical beast was captured and wandered downstream. "
The monster can't break through the ground yet, and the giant pangolin wouldn't have been captured if it hadn't been for burrowing underground.
Master Rang Jiong brought the topic back to the town: "It has long been impossible to tell the authenticity of the singers at that time, but as far as I know, there were 277 people in the town, and there was never one more or less.
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Qin Zhui suddenly laughed: "The people in the town looked weird, but there were men and women, old people and children. Back then, King Gesar took such an old and weak army to conquer demons. In the end, King Gesar himself survived, which is really not surprising."
Fei Fei glared at Qin Zhui fiercely. King Gesar was supreme in the hearts of the Tibetans. If his words were heard by the Tibetans, they would immediately draw their knives and fight.
Of course, Rang Jiong would not argue with a bastard. The expression on his face remained unchanged as he explained patiently: "King Sarge is protected by the gods and blessed by divine power. His bravery is worth a thousand white yaks. His warriors There is no need to lift a huge stone. They are all people with pure souls. The blue sky reflected in their eyes is still blue; the breeze blows through their bodies without any turbidity."
Qin Zhui seemed to understand after hearing this, and nodded hesitantly: "It's just a magical power anyway."
Rang Jiong laughed: "It can also be said that pure people have the power of purity. Now that the time is coming, what else do you want to ask?" After saying that, he looked up at the sky again. The moon had gradually risen above everyone's eyes. The shadow above the head, which was originally long and slanted, has now become short and fat, which is a little ridiculous, but more of an indescribable weirdness.
The old Taoist scholar stamped his foot, glared at Qin Zhui and asked, "I've been talking for a long time, but I still haven't said what the monster is!"
The great lama actually made an aggrieved expression: "I don't know, it's never mentioned in poems or records!" His face was dark and full of flesh. Logically speaking, such an grievance would be enough to make people's hair stand on end, but even the anxious Confucian scholar The old Taoist, including the old man, couldn't help but smile knowingly. Rang Jiong's expression, whether he was laughing, angry or melancholy and hesitant, was as natural as a baby and had nothing to do with his appearance.
Gu Xiaojun took a deep breath: "I don't know what is better!"
Regardless of whether what those 'divine singers' sang seven hundred years ago is true or false, the monster that can make Poitu unable to resist must be an extremely ferocious demon. If its true face is known, it might turn everyone's Courage shattered.
Qin Zhui was so clever this time that he actually understood what Gu Xiaojun meant, and said with a heroic smile: "This is called jumping into a well while covering your head with a quilt. If you want to jump anyway, don't look at how deep the well is!"
Wen Leyang still looked confident, as if he was not afraid at all of the monster underground that was definitely more powerful than him.
At this time, Xiao Sha, who had been counting the time, finally spoke and reminded everyone in a low voice: "It's time!"
The bright moon is bright and clear in the sky! Driven everyone's shadow back to their feet.
At the same time, all kinds of tantric Buddhist sounds suddenly burst out from all directions, instantly shattering the suffocating silence in the small town like a stormy sea.
The frightened short grass on the edge of Hill Town moved without wind, as if the most devout and humble believer bent his thin body desperately to the ground, facing the surging and undulating layers of light in the sky, a figure The majestic and resplendent image of the gods gradually took shape under the tantric heavenly sounds and the surging Buddha's light. With ferocious features, six arms and six legs, and blazing anger in the eyes of the god, he looked down at the small town of I'er from the sky!
Fei Fei's voice was full of horror: "The great and mighty King Deming!"
Among the eight great Ming Kings of Tantric Buddhism, the Great Mighty De Ming King who guards the west has great majestic power and can cut off all demonic obstacles and subdue all poisonous dragons!
Under the summons of the human bone flute, the Tibetan Buddhists simultaneously prostrated and upheld the Dharma. Finally, the Dharma was completed at the same time as the moon was in the middle of the sky, summoning the Dharmakaya of the Great Mighty Deming King!
The moment King Ming's Dharma appeared in the sky, the entire town of Shi'er seemed to be under the weight of a huge force, and all the houses let out a tooth-breaking groan!
Lama Jingjiong jumped up and roared like thunder from the sky: "I have gathered the power of Tantric practice and asked the king of Ming Dynasty in the West to use the Dharma to suppress the filth. You and others must go to the house in the small town. Remember, It's to be pulled out, not destroyed!" After saying that, he turned his hands over to form tantric handprints, spread his feet and began to stride around the circle, constantly laying down magic weapons with tantric scriptures engraved on them.