The azure blue dome has been stained by the boundless rosy clouds, while the vast snowfield below is still like a huge amber, quietly extending to the sky, reflecting the stalwart figure of the surrounding snow peaks. The blood-soaked sunset shines through the gaps of the snow peaks, casting a large group of light and shadow on the towering dark red spire of Erlun Temple, making the already dilapidated temple roof look brilliant. Erlun Monastery is a hundred-year-old monastery in western Tibet. It used to be prosperous for a while, but it has declined in the past ten years. The gold paint of the monastery is scattered, the bricks and trees are in ruins, and the incense is meager. It is far less famous than the nearby Drepung and Ganden Monasteries.The monks practicing in the temple accept the few offerings from the Tibetans, live a life of indifference to the world, with morning bells and evening drums.

Young monks open the vermilion temple gates when the sun rises, recite Buddhist scriptures, clean the temples, preach, bless and heal the Tibetans who come to worship, and close the temple gates when the sun sets. Fasting, chanting, meditating... The young monks gradually grew up and became middle-aged lamas. Sooner or later, they would also become old monks with mottled beards, but there was always a relaxed expression on their thin faces. They thought that they could serve him forever. The gods and Buddhas will live forever.However, no one thought that their peaceful dream was destined to be shattered today.

In the evening, as usual, a young lama was about to gently close the gate with mottled vermilion lacquer, when a pastoral song came from a distance, he raised his head inadvertently, and glanced at the vast snow-capped mountains outside the temple. Under the setting sun, a herdsman couple was driving a large herd of yaks home. The setting sun was shining, and pastoral songs were flying. He seemed to be fascinated by it. He stood leaning against the doorpost for a long time, and even forgot to take back the hand he stretched out to close the door. As the night darkened, the eyes of the young lama became confused, and his immature face was soaked with homesickness.The old grandmother, the young sister, and the loyal puppy in the yard, what is going on now?Inadvertently, he sighed softly.

As if in response, another sigh came at the same time, and the young lama couldn't help but startled.There shouldn't be an echo in such an empty snowfield, not to mention that the voice was so cold and strange, it clearly didn't sound like a human voice, but like the sneer of a legendary devil. The young lama was startled and looked where the sound came from. The moment he raised his head, a cloud of extremely thick and bright red suddenly bloomed in front of his eyes, and the salty smell permeated the night wind instantly!Then he felt a light on his neck, and the whole world suddenly magically spun, and crashed to the ground together with a large group of blood red!

Dust rose in front of his eyes, and the convulsive pain covered his whole body. He desperately wanted to shout, but found that he couldn't open his mouth—because his head was already falling down with the blood in his chest! The devilish sigh sounded again, and a black shadow seemed to separate from the white light and shadow suddenly, appearing from an unknown place, and drifted towards the gate of Erlun Temple like a ghost. With a muffled bang, the trembling body was pushed down and fell into the snow, and black shadows, like demons released when hell was opened, stepped over. From this moment on, the fate of Erlun Temple has been doomed.

A tragic cry pierced the vast starry sky! A raging fire was ignited on the deserted snow field, the stars and the moon were dim, and the vast darkness enveloped the land like a nightmare. Only a small piece of night sky above the temple was illuminated by the fire and flickered, like a huge blood-red giant claw protruding from the blackness, hanging down heavily. The sky over Erlun Temple. Carnage, completely unstoppable. The group of black shadows seemed to have gained the power of demons, and easily smashed all the resistance of the monks in Erlun Temple. The bright swords, longbows, wheels, and staffs were held in the hands of the group of black shadows, and they danced wildly in the narrow temple. limb.

The holy place of Buddha Dharma instantly turned into hell in disguise. The blood stained the sutra pillars, beams and pillars, the magic tools, and even the compassionate and angry faces of Yamantaka, were all stained red, but remained silent. Now, even gods and Buddhas can only watch this tragic massacre in front of them! After an unknown amount of time, the screams gradually died down, and the ground was covered in blood, which gradually turned into darkness.After the group of black shadows killed most of the monks in the temple, they selected the seven surviving monks and threw them into the corpse pile in the center of the temple, and then gathered like black clouds, surrounding them heavily.

The seven monks were old and young, and none of them seemed to have recovered from the extreme fear and shock.Some of them stared at the group of executioners with grief and anger on their faces; some trembled and hid behind their companions, while some were expressionless and looked up at the group of black-clothed demons blankly. The group of demons in front of them were all covered in pitch-black cloaks, and they couldn't see their faces clearly. Only the magic weapon in their hands was as cold as snow, and the blood of the monks of Erlun Temple was still dripping from the sharp blade.

Suddenly, a line split among the group of black shadows, they raised the magic weapon in their hands, and saluted Zhong, as if they were welcoming the arrival of a certain important person. A figure slowly walked towards the monk. The same black cloak, the same cold long sword in his hand, but his voice was very warm: "Gentlemen." A man in black next to him handed over a torch, which vaguely illuminated the man's face. The visitor had blond hair hanging down his shoulders, with a faint blue light in his eyes, he looked very handsome and gentle, like a foreign prince who came to Tibet to practice.

The monks of Erlun Temple looked at each other in blank dismay, and couldn't even believe that he was the leader of these demons. The man smiled slightly and said, "Sangoruo, the guardian of the Shiquan River under the mandala teaching, came to your temple this time to borrow something from the great masters of Erlun Temple." Mandalas teach!The seven surviving monks couldn't help but change their colors in horror. Mandalaism is originally a popular sect in India. It believes in Shiva, the god of destruction, and sacrifices living people. It is one of the most evil sects in India and Tibet.However, this religion has always lived in India, and has no contact with Tibet. The monks in Erlun Temple only know its name, but don't know the details.Until one month ago, the living Buddha of Erlun Temple practiced for three years, and finally realized the supernatural powers of dreams, and could contemplate the future in dreams.The whole temple was already preparing for the celebration, congratulating the Living Buddha on his great progress in cultivation, but unexpectedly, after the Living Buddha contemplated the future, he would spend the night sighing, as if he had seen something terrible.

Afterwards, the living Buddha settled down and thought hard for seven days, but he still couldn't solve the method. Finally, he decided to pass away ten years in advance to avoid the catastrophe.All the disciples tried hard to persuade them to stay, but the Living Buddha just shook his head and remained silent. Before the living Buddha passed away, there was only one sentence left, "Heaven rains mandala flowers, and the extinction of the heavens is about to come." These words were like a secret magic spell, hanging over the hearts of the monks in Erlun Temple like a cloud.In the first few days, the whole Erlun Monastery was on guard, but a month later, everything around was as usual, and the monks relaxed. Some young monks even couldn't help secretly suspecting that the future that the living Buddha contemplated was just an event. A baseless nightmare? Unexpectedly, on August 10th, exactly forty-nine days after the living Buddha passed away, this nightmare was finally turned into reality by blood! The flame in the hands of the man in black flickered, illuminating the purgatory-like scene around him.The monks of Erlun Temple sat in the dark pool of blood, dumbfounded, as if they had been completely overwhelmed by panic and grief. Sangoruo's eyes swept across the faces of these monks, and he seemed to be waiting impatiently, and said, "Where is the statue of Goddess Pavanti?" Idol?The monks of Erlun Temple were stunned.Could it be that what they are looking for in such a massacre is just an image of a goddess? A young monk murmured: "Who is Goddess Pavanti?" The word "who" just halfway out of his mouth, turned into a shrill scream——his entire right arm and half of his shoulder had been sang Ge Ruo's sword slashed down.A large cloud of blood sprayed in the sky, completely dyeing the heads and faces of the other six monks red! The wounded cried out in agony, waving his remaining residual arm, and rushed towards Sanggoruo, but he fell down after taking only half a step.The middle-aged monk beside him hugged him tightly, and while helping him stop the bleeding, he kept chanting scriptures.The injured person's body convulsed violently a few times, and he gradually lost his breath. Sang Geruo stretched out his finger and flicked the tip of the sword, the blood dripped into countless powder beads, sprinkled on the faces of the monks.The monk of Erlun Temple raised his head, his eyes were full of anger, wishing to tear the corpse of the enemy in front of him to pieces. Sang Geruo said indifferently: "Everyone, do you remember who Goddess Pavanti is?" The monks didn't say a word, their teeth were about to be bitten. Sang Geruo smiled, looked at his fingers, and counted: "One." With a light brushing sound, the long sword was pointed at a young lama.The little lama looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, as if he had just entered the temple to cultivate. His face was pale with fright, and he shrank behind the middle-aged monk. "Two." His smile was still warm, but his voice was already cold. Before the word "three" could be uttered, the middle-aged monk let go of the body, protected the little lama behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Goddess Pavanti is the wife of Shiva, the god of destruction in Indian legend. Her statue is indeed It was once hidden in the monastery, but it is no longer there." Sangoruo snorted, but still smiled and said, "Where is it?" The middle-aged monk looked up at Sanggoruo, and said word by word: "I have been cremated with the body of the Living Buddha a month ago!" Sangoruo frowned slightly: "Cremation?" The middle-aged monk nodded and said: "Because that picture was originally a secret handed down from Erlun Temple from generation to generation. There has never been a copy. It was only stabbed on the living Buddha." Sangoruo's expression darkened. The middle-aged monk said with a sad smile: "A month ago, the Living Buddha looked into the future and knew that the Mandala Sect would awaken Shiva, the God of Destruction, and cause a catastrophe to destroy Buddha, and the necessary opportunity for the awakening of Shiva, the God of Destruction, lies in this handkerchief. Lifting the Goddess Statue! The Living Buddha knew that his power could not compete with the Mandala Demon Sect, so he did not declare his death in advance, and asked us to cremate his body together with this picture, to end the relationship!" The middle-aged monk suddenly raised his head and stared at Sang Goruo Said: "Now, even if you kill all of us and razed Erlun Temple, the statue of Goddess Pavanti will never be found!" Sang Geruo's handsome face suddenly had a cold murderous intent, and he said word by word: "Then I have to kill you all, and search for the image of the goddess inch by inch!" Before the words fell, the sword light had already released like a dragon, and the dim temple was illuminated with a bloody light, and calm was restored in an instant. The sword had already returned to Sanghoro—or, it hadn't been sent out at all.He looked at the trembling sword tip and shook his head, as if he was not satisfied with the effect of the sword. The monks of Erlun Temple looked at each other in horror, as if they were still glad that they were not killed by this sword. Suddenly, there was a muffled pop in the darkness. A monk fell—or rather, half.His eyes were almost protruding from his sockets, and he desperately supported the ground with his hands. He could still clearly see that the upper and lower halves of his body were separated. In mid-air, scarlet blood gushed out from the wound like a spring, accompanied by screams that didn't sound like human voices. The other monks screamed almost at the same time, the half of their bodies were still crawling unwillingly, their bloodshot eyes turned gray, but they were still muttering: "Help me, save me..." His blood-stained hands were almost about to hold the little lama's leg. The middle-aged monk suddenly closed his eyes, waved his hand, and pierced the demon pestle in his hand into the top of the injured man's skull.The monk straightened his body and finally went limp. Blood stained the temple red. Sang Geruo closed his eyes, with a sad look on his face, as if he couldn't bear to see such a tragic situation.But in the eyes of the monks of Erlun Temple, this is undoubtedly the most vicious ridicule.They were originally believers of gods and Buddhas, the most respected monks in Tibet, but now they are massacred, killed, and insulted by such a group of evil spirits, but they can't fight back!This is not only a contempt and harm to their lives, but also a disrespect and blasphemy to their beliefs and to the gods and Buddhas of the heavens! The wide-open eyes of the Erlun Monastery monks seem to be dripping with blood, and the flames of hatred are like an irrepressible volcano, ready to erupt at any moment! Sangoruo looked at them, but only smiled and shook his head, repeating: "Where is the statue of Goddess Pavanti?" The voice of the middle-aged monk has changed a bit: "It has been cremated with the living Buddha's body!" Sangoruo smiled and said, "Where are the ashes?" The monks of Erlun Temple were stunned: "What did you say?" Sang Geruo said indifferently: "If the old man dies and burns, there will always be ashes left? I'm going to try today. From those piles of ashes, can I make a pafan statue!" A monk next to him hissed angrily: "How dare you disrespect the living Buddha, I will fight with you!" After saying this, he rushed towards Sanggoruo.The monk suddenly jumped up, and everyone realized that he was born very tall, with flesh all over his body, looking like an iron tower, and the whole body was pressed down on Sanggoruo.Sanggoruo's hand holding the sword seemed to wave back, but it didn't seem to. But they heard everyone exclaimed, the big canopy's blood bloomed again, and the pile of steel tower-like flesh unexpectedly split a cross from it, and collapsed instantly! Sang Geruo didn't even look at it, he just stared at the middle-aged monk and said in a deep voice, "Are you willing to hand over the ashes now?" The middle-aged monk was full of grief, but forcibly suppressed it: "The ashes of the Living Buddha have already been scattered into the holy lake." A colder smile appeared on Sang Geruo's lips, and he blew on the tip of the sword: "Your Living Buddha has been practicing a Taoist method for nearly ten years. What method was used to cremate him?" The middle-aged monk was startled, and could no longer speak. Before the Living Buddha passed away, he only told this secret to one person, and at the same time he entrusted him with the greatest trust and the most difficult responsibility.He had known about the coming of this massacre a long time ago. In the past month, he has never laughed once. He just watched the brothers laughing and fighting with each other, arguing about Buddhism, cleaning the temple, sharing buttered tea... This is the usual routine. Everything became the final happiness, and he kept it in his heart bit by bit.The new junior brother originally agreed to go down the mountain to visit his parents in January, and he couldn't help but want to persuade them to go first to avoid this catastrophe, but he didn't in the end.In order to fulfill the living Buddha's last wish, he did not hesitate to deceive even his closest relatives. In the middle of the night that day, he was the one who quietly opened the stupa, stole the intact body of the Living Buddha, and hid it in a very secret place.No one else knows about all this, so how did the enemy discover it? He raised his head involuntarily and looked up at the statue of Vajra Vajra in the center of the hall. The statue was speechless, but his face gradually turned pale.When the bloodiest killing came, his expression did not change, but now, his eyes are completely messed up! Sang Geruo sneered as he approached step by step: "The Living Buddha of Erlun Temple is keen on practicing all kinds of supernatural powers, but in the end he is trapped in a cocoon!" "Although he has seen through the catastrophe of the future and passed away early, he has no choice but to practice the supernatural power of incorruptibility in advance, so he cannot destroy the goddess map." "This is fate, and it is the irresistible will of Lord Shiva!" Every time he said a word, he took a step forward, and with the tremor of the long sword in his hand, a monk from Erlun Temple fell into a pool of blood, his head in a different place!In the end, there were only the middle-aged monk and the young lama in his arms, who were also cornered by him. Sang Geruo stepped on the ground full of flesh and blood, pointed his sword between the eyebrows of the middle-aged monk, and said word by word: "Where did you hide his body?" The middle-aged monk shook his head. Sang Geruo also shook his head, the long sword in his hand had already stood up, and the cold light illuminated the face of the monk of Erlun Temple pale. Suddenly, there was a muffled pop, and then the sound of bones breaking came from the middle-aged monk. He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't speak anymore. A mouthful of blood spewed out, and he bent over and fell down. Three gray shadows slowly became clear from the depths of the darkness. One of them put away his staff and said lightly: "Sanggeruo, you are becoming more and more a mother-in-law. The Erlun Temple is only a tiny place, so killing him will be slow." You can find it too late, and negotiating conditions with the untouchables is really a shame to the leader." Sang Geruo frowned, then smiled and said: "The three adults came with the will of the leader, and they must already know where the statue is." The other snorted coldly and said, "You're not too stupid. The leader knows everything, and the three of us have been able to communicate with the leader through the teachings given by the leader, so you don't need to worry about the location of this statue." After saying that, he waved his hand, as if he wanted Sang Ge to leave. Sang Geruo smiled lightly and answered yes, but his feet did not move. The other person patrolled around for a week, his eyes fell on Sanggoruo again, and he said coldly: "Why haven't you left yet, are you staying to claim credit?" Sang Ge Ruo was not angry, but still smiled and said: "My lord knows everything, whoever deserves the credit, and you can't snatch it away. However, it is said that the goddess Pavanti is the only one in the Three Realms who can make all the gods fall. Girl, so I want to stay here, to look at the goddess's precious appearance, to broaden my horizons, and this trip is not in vain." One of the men in gray sneered, and said, "If you want to see it, then just look at it." Suddenly he jumped up, and a seven-color light wheel burst out in his hand, and shot towards the statue of Yamantaka in the center of the hall. There was a loud bang, and the whole hall was shaken, large pieces of sawdust and rubble fell everywhere, and the three-foot-high pure copper statue of Yamantaka was shattered by his palm. The sky was full of gold dust, and a withered body fell from the Vajra Statue. Sang Geruo was stunned, but he didn't expect that the living Buddha of Erlun Temple would hide his body in this huge Buddha statue. The body is emaciated and has shrunk to less than three feet, like a baby, but the whole body is glowing with golden oil, which is almost completely buried by the thick gold powder on the ground. The leader man in gray raised his hand in the air, and the fleshy body flew up as if being pulled by an invisible rope, and he held it in his hand; the other man in gray took out a blue ring , wiped it a few times in his hands; the third person was silently chanting a mantra. Sang Geruo couldn't help but blurted out: "Qian Long Jue?" A gray-clothed man turned his head and said, "Yes, this is Qianlong Jue, one of the ten treasures of Tianluo. Only it can restrain the incorruptible supernatural power and peel off the skin with the goddess statue." The gray-clothed man holding Qianlong Jue concentrated his attention, letting the sharp edge of Qianlong Jue move on the golden skin. The small piece of blue jade seemed to weigh ten thousand catties. With his strength, he couldn't even touch it. Easy to use.Every time the skin is cut, a large amount of golden liquid seeps out, emitting a strong aroma. After an unknown amount of time, the goddess statue behind the body was finally completely removed. A woman in a water-red dress stands in the dim image, looming. Sanggoruo stared at the goddess statue for a long time, finally sighed, turned and left, and disappeared completely into the night in just a moment.The group of men in black under him also disappeared instantly with him, as if they came from nothingness and finally returned to nothingness. The three gray-clothed men were about to carefully put away the statue, when suddenly a strong smell came from their nostrils. When they looked down, the living Buddha's body in their hands had completely turned into colorful dust, drifting farther and farther away in the cold morning wind. A ray of morning light in the sky was about to break through the darkness of night, and a large group of snowflakes fell down. However, these snowflakes turned out to be jet black. "Heavenly Rain Demon Flower, the destruction of the heavens is about to come."