The north wind is howling, and the snow is flying.
The place where Tanmaraga practised was selected in the punishment hall of the Buddhist temple, where he was detained when he was a child.
The monks and soldiers in the temple all arrived, with long swords and stern swords, and under the leadership of the new temple owner, they surrounded the three floors inside and the three outer floors of the punishment hall.
Li Zhongqian frowned: "Why do so many people guard the execution hall?"
The master of the temple sighed and said, "The king ordered us to come. The last time the king rushed back to the Holy City, it was almost the same as before General Sai Sang'er went into trouble and started killing. To this day... If Wang also gets out of control, we have to trap Wang in the temple, so Wang Xuan is in the punishment hall."
Bi Suo said, "Don't worry, Duke Wei, if something like that happens, these monks and soldiers will only trap the king and won't hurt the king."
The knife that Pololiuzhi left to him had already been cut over in the last battle to defend the holy city, and he and Yuanjue were destined to fail to obey the master's instructions, no matter whether Tamara was injured or not, None of them could attack him.
The doctors also came and waited outside the punishment hall. Tianzhu medical officials were still checking the classics, hoping to find more records about Tianzhu's secret methods, so as to find out the remedy for relief.
At that time, General Sai Sang Er went crazy and murdered, and the palace burned all relevant records. This time, the palace was in ruins. When rebuilding the palace, Yaoying ordered the craftsmen to go to the warehouse to search for the ancient books, and invited all the monks and merchants in the city who knew Sanskrit to help the medical officer to rummage through the ancient books that might be useful.
She wanted to go to the execution hall to accompany Tan Moraga, but he shook his head and told her to wait outside: "This time is different from before, it will hurt you."
Yuanjue followed to guard, and Bi Suo looked at Yaoying outside.
Yaoying had been by his side when Tan Moraga had done some exercises before, but she had never been so tormented as this time. As soon as she calmed down, she wanted to rush into the execution hall.
Others don't know, but she alone knows - in the book, Tamara Ka's lifespan is up.
She told herself that she had rescued Li Zhongqian, Xie Manyuan, Yang Qian and the children of the noble family who were loyal and courageous, and saved countless displaced people in troubled times. Destiny should have been rewritten long ago.
But something unexpected...
Yaoying was in a state of anxiety, her heart was violently grabbed by an invisible hand, and her body was cold with a knife cut and a sword. She took off the beads on her wrist, knelt in the grotto, and silently recited the Buddhist scriptures that Tamaroka taught her.
If he believes this, then she asks his faith to bless him and let him survive this disaster.
The golden Buddha statue was solemn and silent, standing silently, looking down at her silently.
Outside the execution hall, all the monks gathered in the main hall and sang prayers. Worship, pray for their king, only those who survive in troubled times understand how rare a benevolent king who cares about the common people.
In future historical records, the troubled times are just a few words, and on their heads, it is the real life of tens of millions of people.
Some of them are dressed in brocade, some are ragged, some have red hair and brown eyes, some have black hair and black eyes, and some have snow-blue eyes, and the prayers in different languages are repeated in the icy cold wind, as if all over the king The trickles of the courtyard, across the mountains and mountains, converge into a vast ocean, with an indomitable momentum, straight to the sky, shaking the sky and the earth.
…
Tamaroka could not hear the prayers outside the Buddhist temple.
He exhausted his skills, his whole body was full of anger, and every inch of his flesh was cramping, as if someone had taken a knife and was cutting his flesh and blood one by one. Fried and burnt, nothing more than that.
pain.
It hurts.
The pain made him tremble violently.
The skin is opened and the flesh is broken, the heart is broken and the liver is cut, and the pain of the bones can be seen deep.
It was as if there were thunderstorms smashing down, the flesh and blood faded away layer by layer, revealing the snow-white bones, and the pain was piercing.
From the flesh to the internal organs, to the crevices of the bones, there is no place that does not hurt.
He clearly felt the pain of his limbs and bones, but his consciousness gradually became blurred, and his soul was pulled away from the bloody body and fluttered.
Suddenly, a force pulled him to keep falling, and the deeper he fell, he was submerged in the boundless darkness and coldness, and all kinds of terrifying sights came into view. For thousands of miles, the four walls are either red-hot iron walls, or mountains of swords with cold light.
Mountains of knives and sword forests were erected, and the long blades of the swords turned and fell. The hands and feet of the sinners were separated, the flesh and skin were eroded, and tens of thousands of iron arrows shot straight through the sinners' bodies, nailing them to the hot iron wall, and the sinners cried. As they wanted to escape, there was an endless sea of fire around them, and the fire was burning, detaining them in the terrifying Avici Hell.
On the red-hot iron bed, the sinner was shackled and in excruciating pain, and had to be nailed through his chest and back. On the wax block that was about to melt, the sinner's feet slowly scorched and dissolved with the wax block, leaving no bones.
Yaksha Rakshasa held a burning iron pestle, knife and axe, smashed the sinner's head and penetrated the sinner's intestines.
A miserable scream.
This is his home.
Endless pain, endless torture.
Tamaroka followed the sinners in the darkness. Iron crossbows, snow blades, iron fires, and sword blades fell, and the sinners fled everywhere. He stood there, motionless.
Suddenly, under a bright light above his head, the diffused smoke dissipated, and the broken flesh and blood corpses, the howling sinners, and the surging sea of flames were getting farther and farther away from him.
He was in the splendid golden light, and his eyes were full of brilliance.
In the Seven Treasures Pond, the water is shining, the treasures are thousands of paths, the golden trees and silver leaves, the pearls and miscellaneous treasures, the palaces and pavilions are rolling up and down, floating in the air, and magnificent.
The sky is full of buildings, the sky is flying, the colorful clouds are surrounded, the fairy music is fluttering, the small flower mandala is scattered, and the flying sky is holding flowers, soaring in it and flying in the sky.
Majestic and pure, the world of bliss.
A bodhisattva wearing a flower crown, holding a long flag, stepping on a lotus, riding a flowing cloud and descending from the sky, his fingertips lightly pointed to the Tamara Ka.
"You have traveled through the mortal world, you have seen Avici Hell, and you have also seen Amitabha Buddha's Paradise of Ultimate Bliss. If you return to me and release the door, you will be liberated. From then on, you will be freed from samsara. There will be no suffering, but bliss."
Sanskrit sound bursts, deafening.
Tamara Ka came back to his senses, put his hands together, and looked at the looming, bright and wonderful Pure Land world with clouds, thinking deeply.
The Bodhisattva's voice roared like thunder, piercing the clouds: "Children, what's wrong with you?"
Tamara raised her eyes, her blue eyes were neither sad nor happy.
What's wrong with him
His short life was flowing like a rippling wave, wrapping him in it.
The scene in front of him changed suddenly, he saw a cold and dark prison, and his young self was sitting on a dilapidated futon, reading Buddhist scriptures with all his heart.
A cold brilliance fell from above, he raised his head, and the bottom of his eyes reflected the silvery moonlight.
In troubled times, all living beings are suffering. He will do his best to calm the troubled times. If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell.
He looked up at the noble and clean moon, and said solemnly.
He grew up slowly.
Tan Moraga studied Buddhist scriptures, dealt with the family, and let the Zhang family relax their imprisonment on him. Sultan Gu endured torment and practiced martial arts diligently.
When the Northern Rong army was under pressure, the aristocratic family abandoned the mess and fled the city. The monk soldiers loyal to the royal family took the opportunity to rescue him from the execution hall.
The night wind whistled, he turned back on horseback, saw the holy city standing behind him in the dark, and heard the desperate cries of the people who had no time to flee. When the Wakhan Khan invaded the city, these people would become the Northern Rong cavalry. The ghost under the horse's hoof.
"go back."
He turned his horse around, holding a Buddha bead, and said lightly.
The yellow sand was slowly boundless, and he used his ingenuity to defeat the Beirong army, which was twice as many as his own. Wakhan Khan not only lost his life, but also almost lost his life.
Before he reined in his horse, he wore a cassock and flew wildly.
The monk soldiers, the guards and the common people kneeled at his feet respectfully, and at that moment, he took back the authority of the king.
Chima was overjoyed and broke into Zhang's house with her personal soldiers, arresting dozens of people from Zhang's family. She took them to the square where the previous queen died and cut off their heads one by one. She killed Hong Kong. Looking at it, even the unrelated distant relatives of the Zhang family refused to let go.
He stopped her and let her release the innocent and implicated Zhang family members.
Chima was hysterical, screaming, cursing, cursing. After that, whenever she saw him, she would ridicule: "You have studied Buddhism, and your heart is completely cold. You have no worldly feelings in your eyes. You are cold, unfeeling, and cold-blooded! You are indeed a monk, Luo Jia, you are destined to be only in this life. Be a loner!"
Sultan Gu went into battle to kill the enemy, and the Buddha shocked the family. He walked among the pools of blood and flowers, his skin was open and his flesh was broken, and he walked alone.
He has a way in his heart and does not need the understanding and approval of others.
The aristocratic families are unwilling to be suppressed. And Beirong continued to grow. Wakhan Khan re-used Haidu Aling, Haidu Aling was brave and good at fighting. Although he had no knowledge, he had both civil and military skills.
As long as he is still alive, Wakhan Khan cannot attack the holy city, but he has been attacked by the exercises several times, and he is almost exhausted. To attend the ceremony, he must be carried out by the guards. Haidu Aling succeeded as the Great Khan of Beirong, and the royal court was in danger.
He wanted to lead an army to attack Beirong before Haidu Aling took power, weaken Beirong's strength, and give the royal court a chance to breathe.
The ministers strongly opposed it. They despised and hated the tribal cavalry and were unwilling to cooperate with the tribal soldiers. He was exhausted and could not organize a war in a short period of time.
Soon after, a bad news came. Haidu Aling and the princes were in conflict. When Wakhan Khan was slack, he led troops to wash his teeth and killed Wakhan Khan and several of his sons. He was elected as the new leader. sweat.
He sat upright in the Buddhist temple, turned the Buddha beads, sighed slightly, and left an edict.
Haidu Aling became the lord of the Northern Rong, and soon gathered his troops to raid the royal court.
This time, Haidu Aling would not withdraw his troops easily.
He was already on the verge of dying, knowing that time was running out, and ordered Bi Suo and the others to leave the royal court, leaving the city to defend himself, to buy more time for the people to evacuate.
One more person is one person.
As for him, he has already seen his end.
Bi Suo cried and wanted to take him away, he smiled slightly.
"I am the king of the holy city, and the Buddha's son of the royal court."
"Let's go, escort the women and children away, you are the commander of the Guards, and your duty is to protect the people."
Bi Su was sobbing.
There was no wavering on his face.
The Beirong iron cavalry was unstoppable, and the siege equipment was even more powerful. A rock-throwing vehicle threw boulders into the city, and the roar shook the sky.
He was sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, exhausted, completely relying on willpower to support him without falling down, like a walking corpse, only the body remains.
Outside the hall, there were shouts of killing, piercing clouds and cracking stones, the Buddha beads in his hands were cold, and the Buddha statues were majestic and dignified.
He sat upright and slowly closed his eyes.
He is tired.
But he didn't fall.
In the long and cold night, he sat in the Buddhist temple, and until his death, he still guarded the holy city.
There is never a moment of relaxation in birth, nor dare to relax in death.
There was wailing outside the hall.
According to his instructions, the monk soldiers did not announce his death. Haidu Aling was still somewhat afraid of him. He did not attack the city rashly, and the holy city held on for a while.
But he didn't show up for too many days, and Haidu Aling finally found the clue and invaded the holy city.
When the Beirong iron cavalry rushed into the Wang Temple and saw the corpse still sitting in front of the Buddha, he was shocked.
And he, floating away in mid-air, watched his short life flash before his eyes, expressionless.
The Bodhisattva's voice sounded in his ears: "Life and death, Nirvana, is like a dream yesterday. Idiot, if you come with me, you can get rid of the suffering of the five aggregates. From then on, the four elements are empty, and you can listen to the highest truth."
Tamara raised her eyes and looked at the splendid pavilions and palaces in the clouds, without saying a word.
The Bodhisattva frowned and said, "Children, do you want to fall into the Avici Hell and endure endless torture from then on!"
Tamara looked down at his feet. In the invisible abyss, all sinners were tormented on the iron wall.
The Bodhisattva became more and more majestic, waved the flag, and all of a sudden the sky filled with thunder.
"I'm the Bodhisattva Guiding the Way, guiding you on the way to life, idiot, don't come with me!"
Tamara closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, the light in his eyes was as cold as snow, without a trace of fireworks, and he followed the Bodhisattva with steps.
…
The wind and clouds were surging under his feet, and in the world where the red dust was rolling, a voice suddenly came from afar, calling him.
The guiding Bodhisattva above his head shouted angrily, and the flags flew wildly.
The voice that came from the wind was weak and vague, like the flapping of butterfly wings, and the breeze was blowing.
"Loga... Loga..."
Tamaroka stopped and turned around.
He seemed to have forgotten something.
The wonderful chants, the Buddha's argumentation with the bodhisattvas, and the tempting urgings of the guiding bodhisattvas echoed in the heavens and the earth, and the weak voice floated over tremblingly and stumbled him. No joy.
The voice rang again, mixed with a faint cry, which was heartbreaking.
"Lorgar... you promised me, I'll wait for you..."
The voice was very familiar.
For a moment, Tanmaraka felt a pain in his heart.
Princess, don't cry.
He looked down and saw his wrist, a red hairband tightly wrapped around it.
He should have walked alone in this life, just as the Bodhisattva showed him, living alone and dying alone.
But there is such a person, who has crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, came to him, and accompanies him through the trials and tribulations.
He wants to live, and wants to see her happy smiling face when he wakes up every day.
Immediately, a gust of wind swept in, and he saw the holy city half in ruins and half towering, with heavy snowfall, the Buddhist temple standing in the snow, majestic and solemn. , they bowed in the direction of Wang Temple, burst into tears, and shouted his Dharma name.
"King, come back!"
"King, don't leave us behind!"
"Take our lifespan in exchange for the king!"
"Let the king come back!"
The shrill cries were blown away by the wind.
Tamaroka passed through the weeping crowd, through the great hall where the bells and drums were chiming in unison, and the lamentations burst forth, through the silent guards and monks kneeling at the foot of the steps, through the brightly lit grotto, and back again. The torture hall where he was imprisoned as a child.
He saw a back.
She threw herself in front of the futon, hugging a man covered in blood, who was already frozen, tears pouring down like rain.
"Lorgar... I'm waiting for you..."
She lowered her head and pressed her forehead against his, calling out loudly.
Tears fell from her eyes, she didn't cry, she said softly and gently, "Luo Jia, I'm waiting for you."
Tamara is suffering from angina.
All conditioned methods are like dream bubbles, like dew, and like electricity.
Life is like morning dew, so once he misses her, it will be eternity. He must firmly grasp this life and live well.
If the mind is enlightened, the mind sees nature.
Suddenly, the wind rustled in the sky.
The illusion in the cloud instantly turned to dust, and the wonderful sound of Sanskrit chanting faded like a sea tide.
A distant voice sounded in midair, majestic and imposing.
"All formations are impermanent, it is the law of birth and death, the death of birth and death has already ceased, and it is joy to be silent... Once death is life, birth and birth are endless, it is the law of birth and death, first broken and then established, put in the place of death and then reborn..."
The sound drifted away.
Tamaroka could no longer hear the words behind, only the tearful face remained in his eyes. He raised his hand and gently brushed away a teardrop that was flashing between the curled eyelashes.
"Don't cry."
She should smile more, he likes to see her smile.
Yaoying was stunned.
Warm breath fell on her face, cold fingers caressed her cheek, she raised her eyes, and a cool kiss fell on her eyes full of tears and red blood.
She stood still, meeting his eyes.
He looked at her, the corners of his lips raised slightly, raised his hand to hold her neck, and pressed his forehead against hers, "Mingyue slave, I'm back."
Yaoying couldn't believe it and stared at him blankly.
In the next moment, she woke up like a dream, tears streaming down her face, she threw herself into his arms tremblingly, and hugged him tightly.
"You lied to me!"
She finally cried.
Tamara hugged Yaoying tightly, lowered her head and kissed the top of her hair, between her brows, and the tip of her nose. Finally, she held her lips and pried her teeth apart.
The lips are intertwined, the breath is intertwined.
She was trembling all over, he was covered in blood, the two were tightly entwined, hugged and connected, and fell on the futon, wishing they could rub each other into their own body.
Swallowing, sucking, sweeping through every corner, passing over her sweetness, until she was dizzy with tinnitus and couldn't bear it, he let go of her soft and sweet lips and kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Footsteps came suddenly.
Li Zhongqian, Bi Suo, and Yuanjue heard the voices inside and rushed into the execution hall. They were stunned when they saw the awakened Tamara.
After a long while, they reacted, ecstatic, chanting the Buddha's name, and shivering with excitement.
"Quick! Invite the doctor to come here!"
Several doctors arrived in a hurry, and when they saw Tamara, they were equally stunned and couldn't believe it.
While wiping away tears, Yuanjue pushed them forward, urging: "Look, Wang is awake!"
The doctors came back to their senses and rushed to Thamaraga, trembling to find his pulse, lifted his robes, and looked at several bleeding wounds on his body.
Yaoying backed away and let Munda Deva come forward, her hand was suddenly tightly grasped, and a force pulled her back.
Tamara grabbed her hand, the blood on her face was not wiped, her eyes darkened: "Don't go anywhere, stay with me."
The joy in Yaoying's heart was so full that she was about to overflow, and she didn't move when she sat beside him.
"How long have I been in a coma?"
Tamara asked.
Several doctors looked at each other and said, "Wang, you have been in a coma for two days and two nights."
…
The day before yesterday, when Tan Moraga was doing the exercises, suddenly the muscles in his body suddenly swelled, his true qi surged, the qi and blood in his body rolled and went retrograde, and the blood flowed in several places on his body. In order to help him evacuate, he was injured by infuriating energy before he even approached, and he fell to the ground and vomited blood.
Bi Suo's skin opened, but she still forced herself to go in. Yaoying heard the sound and rushed in.
Tamara raised her head, her blue eyes swept over her.
The next moment, his seven orifices bleed, and he never opened his eyes again.
Several doctors took turns to check the pulse and confirmed again and again, they all felt that he only had the last breath left to hang, the medicine stone was invalid, and it might be dead at any time.
There was a loud cry outside the hall.
According to what he had instructed before, everyone withdrew, leaving Yaoying alone by his side to spend the last time with him.
Li Zhongqian was afraid that Yaoying would be too sad and wanted to take her to rest, but she refused to leave. She almost didn't eat, drink, or sleepless guarding him, feeding him medicine, and helping him wipe his body. He couldn't eat anything, so she He opened his lips and fed the medicine into his mouth one by one.
No one thought that Tanmaraga could actually wake up.
…
Tamara looked at Yaoying.
She bit her lip and listened nervously to several doctors. Her eyes were red and swollen, the tip of her nose was flushed, her expression was haggard, and her tears had not dried up.
For the past two days, she has been guarding him like this, calling his name.
He worried her.
He pulled her and kissed her tired eyebrows.
The doctors bowed their heads, Bi Suo was full of smiles, Yuanjue blushed and turned away.
Only Li Zhongqian sneered and rolled his eyes. He thought that Tanmaraga would surely die, and even the chariots and horses to return to Gaochang were arranged.
"How is it? Has the pulse changed?"
Yao Ying gently pushed Tamaroka away, and asked the doctor with a worried look on her face.
The doctor frowned, exchanged a look with the others, and said, "Wang's pulse still hasn't changed... The pulse before and after the gong is still floating. Logically speaking, after Wang's gong, the pulse should return to normal... "
Yaoying hurriedly asked, "Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"
The doctor shook his head with a solemn expression: "We have never seen such a pulse. When Wang scattered the exercises, the seven orifices bleed, which should be caused by the body being unable to bear the exercises and the qi and blood going retrograde. "
Bi Suo frowned and said, "Return to normal, then the king will not wake up. Since the king can wake up, it means that it is a good thing."
Some nodded, others still frowning.
Yaoying's heart lifted again.
Tan Mo Luojia was silent, flipping his wrist, a palm wind came out, Bi Su staggered, and took a big step back.
Everyone was stunned and exclaimed.
Bi Su's eyes widened.
Tamara's power is still there!
The doctors looked at each other.
After Tan Mo Luojia scattered the exercises, it was impossible for him to have internal energy. This time, when he scattered the exercises, there was so much movement and even blood from the seven orifices. It should have been completely abolished. How could he still force Bi Suo back with one palm
Yuanjue's pale face was shivering: "Did you fail to do it? Do you need to do it again?"
The seven orifices of the capital were bleeding, and again, how could the king bear it
Tamara shook his head and looked at Munda Deva: "I feel that the blood vessels are smooth, so there is no need to suppress the qi and blood all the time, and there is no need to disperse the energy for the time being."
Munda Deva explored several acupuncture points on his body and nodded.
A bright light flashed in the doctor's eyes: "Could it be that Wang made a mistake and found a way to really suppress the practice?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces showed surprise.
"I heard people say that when the king returned to the holy city, he was ruthless and ruthless, very similar to General Saisang before he went into trouble." Munda Deva said slowly, "Perhaps, the king did almost go into trouble at that time, and he was a little careless. He would lose his breath and die, but Wang took a lot of medicinal pills, and he restrained himself, and he survived the catastrophe, and his will was tenacious.
The doctors looked different and stepped aside to discuss in a low voice.
"Wang has practiced the exercises since he was a child, and can endure what ordinary people can't bear. It is very likely that he has mastered the exercises unknowingly. In the end, the exercises are out of control. It is death and vitality."
"I can't make a conclusion yet, let's take a look."
"In any case, Wang's ability to wake up is already a sign of improvement."
They all spoke Sanskrit, but Yaoying couldn't understand, and looked at them anxiously, her face tense and her heart pounding.
The back of the hand is slightly warm.
Tamaroka lowered her head and took her hand.
"Don't worry, I'm much better, really."
He smiled slightly, "I didn't lie to you."
From the moment he kissed her in front of the city gate, he told himself over and over again that he had to live.
Yaoying thought of his dying appearance in the past two days, her heart was cut like a knife, she gently hugged him and listened to his steady and powerful heartbeat.
She thought he was really leaving and would never speak to her again.
Although the doctors still did not discuss any results, the news of Thamaraka's awakening was still spread, and everyone was surprised, turning their sadness into joy.
Yuanjue went to prepare hot water and new clothes, and Li Zhongqian and Bi Suo led the doctor back out.
Only Yaoying and Tanmaraga were left in the execution hall.
"Are you really all right?"
Yaoying hugged Tan Moraga, her red and swollen eyes staring at him without blinking.
The tip of Tamaroka's heart trembled with her eyelashes, "Really."
He feels a lot better.
Yaoying buried her face in his chest and continued to listen to his heartbeat.
Gently, calmly, throbbing and throbbing.
He lowered his head, hugged her tightly, dipped his fingers into her hair, and kissed her hair.
The cell was where he grew up, when he was alone, now she is by his side, and this is where he started his new life.
The hazy candlelight enveloped the two of them gently, and they cuddled quietly.
…
The monk soldiers retreated, and the doctors called for their pulse again, and retreated to the outside to discuss enthusiastically.
Master Tito pondered for a while, holding a half-scroll of broken scriptures to ask for advice.
These verses were originally put to the torch after the death of General Saissan, and there is no more copy. The palace was completely blown up this time. When the craftsmen repaired the tunnel, they accidentally discovered that a layer of interlayer was pasted on the wall of the Buddhist shrine. When they dug up the murals, there were hundreds of scrolls that had not been destroyed. Among them, there was this half volume of the Song of Songs. Remnants of General Sang's military trail. Several people in Mundativa have read this scripture, but they have not found any useful records.
Tamara had washed up and was dressing the wound.
Master Tito opened the scriptures: "My king, I once heard that General Saisanger recited a sutra before he passed away that year. The general was determined to die because of the death of his family, so he recited this sutra before committing suicide. These days, monks have consulted a large number of sealed books at Princess Wenzhao's order, and this sentence is also found in the Bayeux scriptures that record the exercises."
He sighed deeply.
"King, you must have a feeling after you have survived the death calamity."
Tamara remembered what he had realized in the dream, and nodded: "I did realize in the dream, put it in the place of death and then be reborn, and once it's gone, it's a lifetime."
Survive the death again and again, in exchange for a chance of life.
Master Tito was stunned for a while, like crying and laughing.
General Sai Sang Er probably broke through the limitations of the practice before his death, but he lost his family at that time and killed innocent people by mistake. Law.
They forced General Saisang to death, and nearly killed the king.
"Buddha is merciful, the scriptures contained in this volume are not Buddhist scriptures, but the inner strength and mind method that can restrain the practice. Wang Ke can study it according to this. In the future, will it be extremely peaceful, and there will be no worries of being attacked by the practice."
Master Tito bowed to Tanmaraga, left the scriptures, leaned on his staff, and walked out step by step.
…
Everyone was ecstatic when they found the real inner strength and mind method.
Yaoying asked for the scriptures to be sent to the monks to be copied so as not to be lost.
The corners of Tamaroka's lips lifted slightly: "No, I'll know it all by heart."
Yao Ying said: "Then you need to make a few more copies."
After speaking, she carefully looked at his face. She had been discussing his injury with Munda Deva just now.
Tamara stretched his arms around her, "Have you seen the queen's crown?"
Yaoying was startled, then smiled and shook her head: "No."
She was so frightened these days, how could she be in the mood to see those things.
"Take a good look." His voice came from above his head, with a slight smile in addition to the usual coldness. "If you don't like it, let the craftsman change it."
Yaoying smiled: "Can you change it casually?"
Tamara nodded: "As long as you like it, my bride is you."
Yaoying hugged him, his pounding heartbeat and his gentle voice beside her ears, his delicate kisses fell on the top of her hair, her heart was soft, and the spring water was flowing.
Suddenly, there was an inexplicable colic in the chest, and a sweet and fishy meaning came up.
Yaoying was startled, and with a wow sound, she vomited a mouthful of blood.
An ominous feeling filled his body.
Tamara was stunned, and a warm dampness spread across his chest.
He bowed his head.
Yaoying's face was pale, her whole body was trembling, her lips were stained red with blood.
"Mingyue slave!"
He heard his own voice that almost changed its pitch as Tarzan collapsed in front of him without changing color.
Yaoying shuddered, and her vitality disappeared from her body little by little.
The blood on Tamaroka's face faded, and he hugged her tightly.
There were footsteps at the door, and Li Zhongqian rushed in.
"What happened?"
He rushed to the futon, turned pale in shock, and broke Tamara's hand, "Mingyue slave!"
Yaoying's heart was cramping abnormally, and her whole body was in pain. She struggled to open her eyes, and her eyes swept across the faces of Tan Mo Luojia and Li Zhongqian.
"Luo Jia... Brother..."
She wanted to warn them and wanted them not to be afraid. Maybe, as before, she would be fine as long as she got some sleep...
Deep tiredness welled up.
This time was much more painful and intense than the previous ones.
"...it's fine, it'll be fine in a few days..."
Her lips quivered and she slowly closed her eyes.
The hand that was tightly clasped on Thamaroka's sleeve hung down weakly.
"Mingyue slave!"
Li Zhongqian shouted.
Tan Moraka didn't move at all, the night wind blew into the execution hall from the fence, it was cold and biting, and he was covered in blood, like a Shura.
The night was dark, and the snow fell silently.
The author has something to say: The descriptions in the vision refer to the description of hell in the Buddhist scriptures, the seven-layer iron city, the seven-layer iron net, the copper snake, the fire dog, the volcano, etc., all of which are quoted from the Buddhist scriptures.
Elysium is described above.
The whole sentence of birth and death is also a verse of Buddha quoted.
Guiding Bodhisattva: The Bodhisattva who guides the dead to life should be the product of the fusion of beliefs in China. When a funeral is held, the flag is the guiding flag, which is used in this article.
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It's been less these two days, sorry. Thank you for your concern. I live in the countryside now, except for the power outage due to heavy rain, and I have no problem in life. When Hubei lifted the blockade and the express delivery resumed, I stocked up a lot of food.
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To reiterate: definitely HE.