This burst of gloom was extremely heavy, like an iron pot was suddenly buckled on the grassland. When the darkness fell, the smell of meat and grass and trees that flowed in the air suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only a strange smell. Ruowu rushed to the end of the nose.
There was a commotion in the darkness, and someone exclaimed: "Great hell supernatural power!"
Feng Zhiwei didn't understand what this meant, but suddenly thought of what someone said just now that Kelie was from a cult in the Snow Mountain, not to mention that they had been staring at Kelie and had no idea where the source of this strange martial arts was. Kled's life-saving means
However, hearing the exclamation from below one after another, it seems that the people in the grassland are a little afraid of this cult. Some people seem to have taken advantage of the chaos to escape, and the patriarchs on the high platform are also very panicked, and some people jumped off the high platform.
He Lianzheng chased after him, and went straight to Feng Zhiwei's direction. Feng Zhiwei stared at the darkness, his eyes flickered, thinking that this was a good opportunity, and at the same time raised his voice to greet Young Master Gu, "Brother Gu, be careful, don't chase after the poor." ..." One sleeve waved.
In the chaos, someone silently swept up the high platform, passed by the side of the ignorant patriarchs, and went straight to the weary Dama Tulku.
After a while, the darkness suddenly dissipated, as if the falling curtain was pulled away, and even the smell of iron was gone. Amid the aroma of plants, trees, wine and meat, there were only a few people left on the stage.
Nata was gone, Zong Chen was gone, Mei Duo was in He Lianzheng's hand, and He Lianzheng's other hand was still tightly holding on to Feng Zhiwei.
Of the eight patriarchs present, only five were left, and the other few fell in the middle of the royal army in a bit of a mess.
A little further away, where Gu Nanyi blocked Ke Lie, both of them disappeared.
"Dama Allah!"
An exclamation woke up the people who were still a little dazed. They turned around and saw Dama Living Buddha's head, which had been softly laid aside at some point.
"Allah!"
A golden light flashed across the sky, passing over the clouds, and everyone looked up, only to see goshawks flying high.
There was a faint fragrance from all around, Dama Living Buddha suddenly turned his body and moved in a direction, then slowly raised one hand, pointing in that direction.
Everyone knelt down with pale faces, knowing that the Living Buddha was going to pass away.
Before the living Buddhas of all dynasties passed away, there were visions, and before their death, they would use dharma body or prophecy to foretell the location of the next living Buddha.
According to the doctrine of Changshengtian enshrined by Huzhuo, there are two types of living Buddha inheritance from generation to generation, one is the reincarnation of the previous living Buddha after death, and the other is the entrustment of the soul of the previous living Buddha to the new master. metaphor.
The strange fragrance in the air became more and more intense, and the patriarchs on the high platform also knelt down in unison. The living Buddhas of all generations passed away in the Huyin Temple. Dama will be the first living Buddha to pass away in front of the eyes of everyone. At this moment, everyone has no honor in their hearts. And the feeling of admiration, most people are even secretly glad that the Living Buddha passed away at this moment, which saves everyone from the embarrassment of how the concubine accused the Living Buddha of the crime just now, which is quite appropriate.
As for why he passed away at this moment, no one thought much about it. Dama was originally a candle in the wind, and everyone predicted that he would not live until the next spring. Now that this incident happened and his mind was broken, it was completely normal for him to pass away.
The fragrance is strong, breath is held on all sides, the vast grassland is silent, and the era of waiting for an old man is gone.
People knelt down in front of Dama, touching their foreheads to the ground, young lamas recited scriptures, and some people lit Buddhist incense. In the thick pale white smoke, Fengzhi stared at Dama with a half-smile, like a strange statue.
All your life, in the name of God, you have been far away in the grassland clouds. Today, I want to let you know that those who accuse others will be accused by others. Life and death are up to me, not your God.
In the pale smoke, Dama tried his best to raise his eyelids for the last time, and stared at Feng Zhiwei in a hazy and shaking field of vision.
The son of Changshengtian who lived a peaceful life and the leader of the teachings of Changshengtian, at the end of his life, his eyes finally flashed resentment.
uncontrollable anger...
He tried his best to move his fingers, trying to turn his fingers and body in the same direction... This is not the direction he wants to point, his reincarnation or possession... is not there...
On the opposite side, everyone bowed their faces deeply to the ground, not daring to desecrate the most sacred past on the grassland. Only the woman looked at him with her head held high and the corners of her lips slightly curved.
It's like watching a monkey play in a cage, scratching your head and scratching your head, but it's just a plaything in someone else's hands.
She even wanted to take advantage of other people's death...
Dharma curled up her fingers, a little bit trying to retract her fingers pointing in a certain direction of the royal court.
However, he heard a slight "click".
There was a very soft sound, as if someone in the long sky had rolled a dice jokingly, casting the final fate of others.
Or his god, who silently broke the final string of fate—
What is collapsing, what is breaking, what is sinking, what, in the unwillingness, is permanently ashes.
Dama's fingers were fixed in place.
The head bowed silently to the chest.
The aroma from all around spreads vigorously.
"Allah!"
Crying and shouting, the grassland in the afternoon flooded like a tide in an instant. In the brilliant golden light, countless people knelt and turned around, looking in astonishment at the direction that Dama Living Buddha was facing and pointing his fingers before he died.
Wang Ting, apse.
In the back hall of the king's court, there is obviously no baby about to be born, so the seventeenth generation living Buddha successor is the kind of soul possessed.
The reincarnation of the living Buddha's soul in the teachings of Huzhuo mostly happened to young children. While they were busy tidying up Dama's body, they went to the Huyin Temple to report the news and invited the Dharma Protector Lama to hold a ceremony and cremate Dama.
The Huyin Temple was not too far from the royal court, and the fast horse went back and forth in half a day. During this time, the people waited anxiously, while frequently looking in the direction of the back hall of the royal court.
"Go and look for Brother Gu." Feng Zhiwei motioned to Chunyu Meng, looked worriedly at the direction where Gu Nanyi disappeared, and said, "That Ke Lie is a bit evil, please be more careful with others."
Chunyu nodded fiercely and left, He Lianzheng sat beside Feng Zhiwei, looked left and right at her, Feng Zhi smiled slightly and turned his head to look at him, "Why?"