Chapter 83 Chapter 48 Attunement Failed, Qifeng Snow Mountain

When I heard this old lama who looked like a dead tree say these three words, I couldn't help but explode in my head.These days, the question that has been lingering in my heart burst out, and when I was about to speak, I heard the old tone change, and asked: "...what does it have to do with you?" Damn it, this old guy, as King Laoshizi, should he speak with such a heavy breath? My complexion was strange, and I was flushed. After a long time, I said in a respectful voice: "Luo Shiba is the grand master of the boy, how did the Dharma King see it?" Baoku Dharma King looked at me intently. Looking at each other, I felt that there was a round of sun hanging high in his slightly squinted eyes, which was directly imprinted into my heart.

But he didn't answer my question, but put his right index finger on his shriveled lips, stained it with saliva, then stretched out tremblingly, and pointed towards my forehead. I didn't understand what it meant, and was about to escape, the little lama Jiang Bai stabilized my shoulders, and said in a deep voice: "Don't panic, the Dharma King wants to give you some hints, so that you can understand everything." I was overjoyed in my heart, and I didn't dodge any more. I raised my head and waited for the old lama's enlightenment.The fingertips touched my forehead lightly, and there was a different feeling on the forehead immediately. His fingers were like dead wood, extremely rough, and they pressed against the top of my forehead, rattling.Then there was a stream of heat, like cautious tentacles, gently sweeping over my nerve level.His Holiness did not speak, but between my eyes, gods and Buddhas rose from the sky, and countless sandalwood chants rang out in my heart.I involuntarily closed my eyes.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the stars moved, and I seemed to have directly entered another time and space, looking at myself alone, without speaking, and without much consciousness, only quietly watching my body, slowly becoming rotten , long hair, and finally turned into a dry and hard corpse - I hate my body very much, and it seems that there is something I haven't done, obsessed, and hindered.Time is like running water, flowing slowly, but this eternal sadness has been spreading... I don't know how long it took, my mind was blank, and I felt tears in the corners of my eyes, which couldn't stop coming out.I opened my eyes and found that there was nothing in front of me. The Dharma King of the Baoku Cave and the little lama Jiang Bai who were here just now had already left here, only Miscellaneous Xiaodao was left, looking at me with a half-smile, with a strange expression on his face .

I was a little surprised, and asked him why he was laughing? Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao finally couldn't hold it anymore, covered his stomach and laughed, and said, "You bastard, someone kindly opened your spiritual wisdom and empowered you with wisdom, but it didn't last for a while, and you went crazy, yelling and cursing loudly. Get off that old bald donkey. All right, you, in this lamasery, how dare you shout 'Fuck off, bald donkey'? This is not just a slap in the face, it's a slap in the face! Let's see how you end up in a while." Seeing Zamao Xiaodao's expression of looking forward to the show, I felt angry, but more doubts.I really have no impression of what he said. Touching my body, it is muscular and hard as iron. Where is there any sign of decay?Moreover, how could I possibly scold Baoku Dharma King?I don't even dare to take a breath for this terrifying old monster, a master monk, how could he be so unscrupulous?

My mind was extremely chaotic, and when I thought of a possibility, I said with a bitter face, Lao Xiao, I can't fucking be like Jiang Bai, a reincarnated venerable, right? Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao exaggeratedly saluted me and said, Lord Living Buddha, should I call you Lu Shijiu, Lord Shijiu? Hearing this nonsensical name, all my seriousness turned into laughter, and I poohed him angrily and amusedly, fuck off, we are going to travel back to the Yongzheng period to perform a "Nine Dragons Conquest" what? After laughing and laughing, Zamao Xiaodao said to me seriously: "The past is over, now is what we can grasp. Regardless of whether you are or not, anyway, all I know is that you are my good brother Lu Zuo, who came from The poor boys and little poisons in the countryside of Miaojiang and Jinping, as for the others, let them go, they don’t belong to you, and you don’t need to be responsible for them..."

Hearing what he said was sincere, I nodded and said, yes, what's the use of thinking too much?On the contrary, I was tired. While talking, the little lama Jiang Bai ran in, and I apologized to him for my loss of control just now.Jiang Bai smiled and said: "It's okay, what kind of person is the King of Dharma, how can he care about you. Having said that, when I saw you today, the King of Dharma said the most. He has never spoken much on weekdays." Hearing Jiang Bai say this, I relaxed my heart a little.At noon we had a fast meal, took a bath and changed clothes, and then, under the leadership of the young lama Jiang Bai, we set off from the north of Baiju Temple and walked to Qifeng Snow Mountain, which is hundreds of miles away.

Compared with the famous sacred mountains such as Mount Kailash and Yala Shambo in Tibetan areas, Qifeng Snow Mountain is not very famous, and even many people do not know it.But we heard from the ghost and demon mother-in-law that this Qifeng Snow Mountain is named Erde Gongjiama Mountain. It is one of the 360 ​​brothers and gods on the Animaqing Mountain on the south bank of Qinghai Lake, and it is also the most powerful. wise one. Of course, these are all Tibetan folklore and ancient beliefs, so it cannot be said to be true or false.But since it can be compiled into a myth, then this mountain must have its extraordinary features.It is said that the distribution of its four walls is very distinct and symmetrical, resembling a pyramid with a round crown. The top of the mountain is surrounded by white clouds all the year round, and it is difficult to see its true face. The top of the peak is covered with snow all the year round.

There were not many people in the team, except for old Lama Banjue, young Lama Jiangbai, Dharma King Baoku, and five ordinary monks who carried the ceremonial guards, there were only me, Zamao Xiaodao, and Grandma Guiyao.This lineup is not as good as Luo Feiyu, the right envoy of the Siege of the Evil Spirit Sect a few days ago, but we can feel a sense of security with the presence of the Dharma King of Baoku.The master's battle is really extraordinary. Along the way, everyone except us seemed very silent, silently carrying the burden, silently turning the prayer wheel, and almost everyone had holy admiration on their faces, facing the holy mountain.Baoku Dharma King walked in the front of the line, his whole body was wrapped in a thick red lama robe, not revealing a little bit, look at his tightness, compared with the ghost mother-in-law, he seemed more like a ghost .Contrary to him, the ghost demon mother-in-law walked beside Jiang Bai, except that she covered her head with a hat, but there was nothing abnormal-oh, by the way, there was a faint sunlight shining through the clouds, illuminating On the body of the ghost demon mother-in-law, but on the ground, there is no shadow, but a layer of refracted light with too wide a curvature.

The process of walking is actually a kind of experience.On the way of walking, the mind can settle down, especially accompanied by such three eminent monks who have achieved certain achievements in Tibetan Buddhism, we can feel the solemn atmosphere even more.At the beginning, I would look around, look at the surrounding scenery, and say hello to the tiger cat adult who became a black spot above my head. Later, in front of me, there was only the road in front of me and the sky above my head.That mood is so pure, it seems to become more pure with the vast sky. We walked from noon to evening, and finally came to the foot of the snow mountain.On a February day, the cold wind on the plateau was still bitter. Looking up at the snow-capped mountains, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe for the world.Life is only a hundred years, but the mountains in front of us have stood on this earth for countless years and years. How insignificant are we in front of it?Thinking about it this way, the countless battles and gains and losses in the world become less important.

It was getting late, and our goal was the stone altar at the top of the mountain, but no one dared to travel in the dark, so we camped on a flat leeward ground at the foot of the mountain.The five ordinary monks naturally did the chores of setting up tents and lighting fires, and we discussed the matter of releasing Master Lunzhu from the Luofu laser stone tomorrow and doing a stripping and transcending. During the whole process, I found that the Dharma King of Baoku and the ghost ghost mother-in-law did not interrupt, or nodded, or shook their heads, and they didn't even give an affirmative reply. It all became a conversation between Jiang Bai and the little old lama like Jue.And along the way, the two of them didn't communicate with each other. Obviously, beyond our understanding, there may be some grievances or old grievances between the two of them, which formed such an atmosphere.Of course, we just don't know about these old millet and rotten sesame seeds, and we are even less willing to understand and get involved.

When camping at night, the stars are lonely, the sky and the earth are empty, and the mind is unprecedentedly peaceful and distant.The ancients said that after reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, there will be many scenery and insights on the road, which we cannot experience when we stay in a room or a small living space.However, imposing feelings or thoughts on others is too blunt and tiresome, so I skip it here.Or people who have had the same experience may resonate with this desolate and silhouetted beauty. The next morning, we got up early, washed our faces in the snow, and started trekking up.At first the snow cover was shallow, but when it reached the middle of the mountain, the snow was knee-deep, the slope was as steep as a stand, and the surroundings were all white, and the road began to be difficult. When the thin sunlight above the head formed a dazzling golden light on the snow-line, Baoku Dharma King pointed to a little black in the vast snow-white, and said softly: "Then..." We looked up, but saw a black gap in the shape of a "卍" appeared at the end of our sight. Ah, it's finally here!