Chapter 30 Chapter Thirty: The Queen Mother of the West

The snow waves finally gradually subsided, and the snow scattered slightly, like a rain of flowers in the sky, flying silently. There are no necklaces, umbrella covers, beads, vines, lanterns, banners, music, singing and dancing.Only the vast sky and the vast snowfield. The sky is as clear as transparent, and the earth is like a piece of clear glass—only the reborn world can be so pure.The extremely light Sanskrit singing curls up through a galaxy of stars. Qianli Zishi knelt deeply on the mirror-like snow field, the barrier separating her from the young master had dissipated, and she was finally able to hug his body quietly without letting go.

She stared at his face silently, without joy or sorrow, as if she had fallen into a persistent dream, her blood kept gushing from the wound, but she didn't feel it.Because she has never had herself in her world. Only the young master. If possible, she would rather this body never existed, but still be the same as thousands of lives, a ray of wind, a beam of light, a piece of gravel, an ant... could serve him forever. At this moment, his face is like the new moon itself, so pure that people can't bear to look at it.Whether it was the ferocity of the blood demon or the divine light of the Dharma, they gradually faded from his face.His faintly smiling lips were finally stained with a heartbreaking red——that was the color of human blood.

This beautiful boy who made the gods sigh seems to be just the prince of the most affluent and luxurious country in this flashy world. On the night of his twentieth birthday, he inadvertently indulged in the starlight of the palace garden. The world is far away, and the Sanskrit singing in the distance gradually becomes clear and audible. Several surprisingly large snowflakes fell from the distant sky.And these snowflakes turned out to be eight petals.Snow danced all over the sky, but when they fell on him, they were so light, as if they were afraid of disturbing his sleep. Tianyu Manshusha, Tianyu Mandala, this eight-petal flower flying all over the sky, only appears at one moment.

When the Buddha died. Qianlizishi seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream, her face turned pale, she suddenly drew out her dagger, and stabbed wildly at the rain of flowers falling in the sky: "Go away, go away! What are the fragrant flowers of the heavens, what is the nirvana of gods and Buddhas? Liar! I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it! The young master is not dead yet, so you all go away! He belongs to me, and to me alone!” The wound on her wrist burst open, and the blood poured down like rain, dyeing the falling eight-petal snowflakes bright red. "Go away!" The snowflakes fluttered, her blood-stained arms waved in the night wind, driving the snowflakes around in panic, and wanted to hug Xiaoyan's body and hide elsewhere, but her whole body was powerless, she staggered and fell heavily on the snow.

The soaked snowflakes passed through her arms and covered his body petal by petal, but none of them melted, and they couldn't bear to cover up his peerless appearance. This startling red and startling white, like a rain of beautiful flowers falling from the sky, serve his surroundings. Dozens of great Tibetan masters suddenly began to verbal scriptures, and they all knelt down and worshiped. Qianli Zishi frantically pointed at the crowd with the tip of his knife, and said sharply: "Shut up, shut up!" The sound of Sanskrit singing and scriptures echoed continuously on the lonely snow peak.Qianli Zishi's voice suddenly changed from fierce to desperate, and the tears that had been hidden for a long time welled up in his eyes, and he cried in a hissed voice: "Why are you leaving? Why, you left me and left alone, why don't you let me practice... I don’t want to see you smile, I just want to be with you, to be with you forever, to be a pebble, a flower, a grass, I’d rather you never see me, I’d rather use my blood to enshrine you forever… ..."

Fanyin is like water, but the bright moon is about to fall, hanging above everyone's heads, it is astonishingly large. Qianli Zishi lay on the ground in mourning, scratching deep bloodstains on the snow with his ten fingers.She suddenly stopped crying, looked up at the lonely void, the blood on her face was washed away by tears, it was extremely strange.The smile on her face was sad and ferocious: "The young master is just tired and rested, why don't you believe me?" She looked around everyone, nodded and said: "Okay, I'll wake him up!" She tore open the skirt, the skin on her chest was completely red with blood, but still beautiful and straight, she flipped her wrist, clamped the blade with two fingers, and stabbed her chest back.

Bloody chaos in the sky.Everyone was shocked, she pulled out the dagger and plunged in again! Dapeng's blood splashed everywhere, dyeing the falling eight-petal snowflakes crimson.The blade only entered half of the body each time, and it was not facing the heart. However, there was no intact skin on her chest, and the blood was dripping. It seemed that her heart was about to break free from the shackles of this broken body. . Her pale face was full of bright red smiles, one hand carefully supported Xiao Yan's body, and the other hand penetrated into the depths of the wound, as if she wanted to hold out the blood that kept gushing out, dripping onto his lips .

Her hoarse voice was filled with inexplicable tenderness: "Master, it's time to wake up." She murmured and repeated these words, her movements were gentle and mechanical.It's just that the hand that penetrated into the chest was deeper and deeper each time, as if wishing to draw out more blood to wake up the sleeping master. However, Xiaoyan never answered her call, and the cold and familiar fragrance on her body curled up from the snowy field and reached the sky, fading gradually. The expression on Qianli Zishi's face changed drastically, his slender hands were bent like hooks, completely red, trembling in the air.The blood flowed down, soaking the ground under the two of them into a huge piece.

Qianli Zishi's voice changed from tenderness to anxiety, from anxiety to despair, she suddenly raised her head to the sky and let out a stern cry, her black hair swayed in the wind, and the moonlight shone coldly on her, leaving her bloodless Her face, her black hair reaching to the ground, was gray every inch! This time, I use all my blood to worship you, why, why still can't get your answer? ! A crazy and stern smile flashed across her face, and she inserted her hands into her chest, as if she wanted to take out her entire heart! Her flesh and veins groaned in agony before separation, her white hair flew up, she looked up at the night sky, her eyes were full of grief, but she stretched her hands into her body, digging out her heart bit by bit, and that blood-soaked face was also affected by this intense shock. Painful and distorted, she looked like a dove-pan witch, extremely desolate, and extremely weird!

Everyone was photographed by this scene, and there was no sound.There was silence all around for a while, only her mournful cry pierced through the night. The snow became bigger again, and the sky was full of falling flowers. The white light moved slightly, and Dan Zhen appeared behind Qianli Zishi at some point, and with a wave of his hand, she was sent flying. "Your buddha fate is over, let go." Qianli Zishi was lying on the snow, her extremely weak life was burning with a strange brilliance, she suddenly supported her body, and laughed intermittently: "You, you..."

Dan Zhen's face was as cold as a snow peak, and he said slowly: "The Holy King of the Wheel has passed Nirvana, you don't need to defile his Dharmakaya again." Qianli Zishi's gaze was like a sharp blade, and he slashed at Dan Zhen's face viciously: "It's all you, it's all you! Why, if you don't die, it's him!" A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Danzhen's mouth: "You are right, I will die too." After saying this, he walked past her and never looked at her again.The white cloak rustled, and light blue snowflakes sprinkled down, gradually blurring Cinnamon's eyes. Dan Zhen slowly came to Xiangsi who was unconscious on the snow. Acacia was just at the core of the ripples, but she didn't seem to have endured too much force from the explosion. There was not a single scar on her body, only a smear of bright red blood quietly blooming between her eyebrows.She was lying on her side in the snow, her chest undulating slightly, as if she had entered another nightmare. Dan Zhen stared at her, and suddenly raised his hand, a blue light burst out, passing through the center of Xiangsi's eyebrows.This change was too sudden, Zhuoyang and the two wanted to rush to help, but they were too late. Xiangsi groaned in pain, a shadow of blood burst out from between her brows and flew towards Dan Zhen's hand. Dan Zhen held the object in his palm, with a deep smile in his eyes, and suddenly exerted force.Five streaks of bright red liquid ooze from her fingers, she closes her eyes and raises her head, slowly imprinting her palm on her forehead. Zhuo and Yang looked at Dan Zhen, their expressions gradually became heavy - the blood of the three blue birds was finally completely gathered by her! In the sky, the Sanskrit singing that had gradually become silent sounded again! The quiet and bright sky once again turned a thick blue.The whole world seemed to be shrouded in a quiet blue light, swaying endlessly. Xiangsi's whole body trembled from the pain, but her mind seemed to gradually become clear. She turned her head in a daze, looked around, and suddenly her eyes stopped on Qianli Zishi and Xiaoyan.Tears were streaming down her face, and she said softly, "Your Highness—" Dan Zhen didn't look at her, and walked towards Zhuoyang and Zhuoyang step by step, stepping on the blood on the ground.There were five traces of peach-like marks on her smooth forehead, against which her white clothes were like snow, her solemn and treasured appearance revealed a dazzling elegance. The Tibetan secret masters who were prosecuting sutras seemed to feel a little uneasiness. They all raised their heads and looked up at the dakini in white who was walking on the snow with reverence and fear. She stopped in front of Zhuoyang and the two of them. "I see hatred in your eyes. It's good reasons to avenge your friends and hate what I did, but—" she smiled faintly, and said to Zhuo Wangsun, "You only have killing itself in your heart." Zhuo Wangsun sneered and didn't answer. Dan Zhen sighed softly: "I wanted to kill you too. However, I suddenly changed my mind the moment I added more blood." She looked up at the starry sky and said: "The heavens and the earth move, and all living beings reincarnate. In fact, there is no destiny that is doomed from the beginning. And people like you and I try to make new choices again and again, hoping to reverse the destiny with our own power. It is these choices. In the end, it became our destiny." A trace of sadness flashed in her eyes: "Fate, in the end, the confusion is like this, and the calamity faced by all living beings is my fault, the fault I planted from the beginning. Perhaps, anyone Neither should interfere with karma itself." Zhuo Wangsun said coldly: "It's the same whether you intervene or not." Dan Zhen was silent for a moment, then sighed softly: "You are right." "Since you and I have already understood, then—" She gently raised her sleeves: "Just accept the Ganges Mahamudra." Ganga Mahamudra! Legend has it that the only magic weapon that Buddha left in the mortal world to restrain the devil Shiva before his death.Hearing these words, all the great masters in Tibet couldn't help trembling all over their bodies. The falling snow stopped dancing.At that moment, the core of everything seemed to be emptied. I saw that her white sleeves seemed to be lifted by the breeze, and her hands gently opened an arc in the moonlight.This stroke was effortless, as if it was just gently brushing off the morning dew on the flowers.However, with just this inadvertent flick, this snow-capped mountain, this cold ice, this falling snow, this star, this moon, and this person seem to be gently brushed away by her like the dregs of the universe itself! Acacia's complexion changed abruptly.She had seen the hand gesture of the Ganges Mahamudra before! In Le Shenglun Palace, Zhuo Wangsun once led her to use the power of Shiva's bow to break through Le Shenglun's nine-fold demon lock! However, the same gesture showed a completely different gesture in Danzhen's hands. Just like the contrast between the bright moon and the scorching sun, Dan Zhen's move is more graceful and soft—perhaps closer to the move itself. There was a rumbling sound from the depths of the earth, and the snow on the summit of Gang Rinpoji Peak, which had been silent for thousands of years, suddenly screamed and leaped together as if summoned by the gods and demons! The heavy snow is like the summer pouring down when Buzhou Mountain collapses, rushing down with the majesty of devouring the whole world and covering all things. This avalanche, which was enough to shake the sky and defend the earth, was finally triggered. The earth was torn apart, dozens of Tibetan secret masters could hardly stand, and there was a lot of panic in their eyes—fear for this finally unavoidable catastrophe of the end of the world! The Milky Way is in chaos! Dan Zhen stood in the center of Bengxue, with a faint smile on his face, and flicked his fingers lightly. This gesture is exactly the same as the one just now, but the direction is completely opposite! The trembling of the earth stopped, and the boundless haze was swept away in an instant, and the earth was once again a pure glass realm.A piece of rock and a piece of falling snow are still in their original positions, unscathed, as if everything just now was just an illusion. Dan Zhen's hand was quietly hanging in the night wind, as if the Heavens Extinguishing Tribulation launched by her was easily stopped by her in her palm. She is the guardian and reconciler of all, the definer and defender of all order, the initiator and returner of all power. She is the only god in this mortal world. She stared at Zhuo Wangsun and said with a faint smile, "In all fairness, can you take this move?" The expression on Zhuo Wangsun's face was cloudy and uncertain. After a long time, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "The Ganges Mahamudra has three changes. I just want to know what the last one looks like." Dan Zhen closed his hands with a sneer, and said: "There are countless legends about the Ganges Mahamudra. In fact, all of them are true. It is not only the magic method left by the Buddha, but also the strongest move of the Queen Mother of the West. It is said that after Dayu ascended to the heaven, , asked Fuxi and Nuwa, the gods of the ancestors, to see the strongest swordsmanship in the world, so Fuxi used the ashes from the Kunming Pond to cast a sword, and Nuwa created the sword slave Huangluan, who later became the Queen Mother of the West." "The purpose of Huangluan's birth was to practice for Yu a very man-made sword technique. This move is not only the strongest sword technique in the world, but also contains the strongest curse in the world-those who perform this move will forget everything. Until the next time the blood of the blue bird gathers; and those who see this move will have their eyes broken in the middle. Therefore, this so-called most beautiful move is actually invisible. This is a move that Nu Wa made to the arrogant Yu A joke, a punishment." She stared at Zhuo Wangsun and sighed, "You are even more arrogant than the legendary Yu, but now, it's not time for this trick to punish you." She shook her head and said again: "Do you know why no one has been able to resist this trick for thousands of years?" Zhuo Wangsun was silent. There was a deep smile in Danzhen's eyes: "Because this is the power of God. You can pick up the bow of Shiva, but it is because you are the incarnation chosen by Shiva in the mortal world. You can also have the unparalleled Your power, but you are not Shiva itself, your power exists with the help of the glory of God, but you are just a mortal." Her eyes wandered on Zhuoyang and the two, and she said slowly: "The three of us , have the same opportunity of enlightenment, but so far only I have got it. Now I can use the power of Vishnu without using the West Kunlun Stone; I can use the most beautiful moves of the Queen Mother of the West without using the sword. In front of you, you are like ants now—because I am already a god.” Yang Yizhi frowned, as if lost in thought; while Zhuo Wangsun only had a cold smile on his face. Dan Zhen sighed a long time, and said to Zhuo Wangsun: "You could have the strongest power among the gods, but you don't believe in gods. This is the root cause of your falling into the devil." Zhuo Wangsun said with a faint smile, "What I believe is exactly what you dare not believe." Dan Zhen frowned, and sighed for a long time: "It seems that all of this is doomed." She sealed her chest and said, "I have injected the last change of this move into a person's body through Qian Longjue. If you still If you are so obsessed, then one day you will be able to see the complete Ganges Mahamudra from her hands. However, maybe you will not be blind, because at that time, it is also the moment when you officially break away from the boundaries of human beings and fall into the magic way. If you are not human, you will not be restricted by this curse. However, more curses will follow you from now on, and you will never be able to get rid of it.” Zhuo Wangsun smiled, looked up at the blue sky, and said: "The moon is already in the east, isn't it time for Master to say goodbye?" Dan Zhen looked at him, with a cold light in his eyes, it seemed that she had just left the mortal world and hadn't completely transcended her emotions, but she calmed down immediately, and smiled, "Don't you want to know who that person is?" Zhuo Wangsun's face darkened. Dan Zhen smiled and said, "It's Bu Xiaoluan." She ignored the murderous intent rising in his eyes, and walked slowly past him: "You don't have to be angry. It is this power injected into her that can continue Her three months of life. In fact, she has already died, with strange methods and magical powers, beyond imagination, isn't it a crime to keep her in the world like this?" Looking at her back, Zhuo Wangsun suddenly felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart. She sighed heavily, and stopped on the edge of the peak rock.The sky is blue, and it seems that there are already traces of dawn.The cold wind blows her white clothes, but she is so lonely in the distant world. She looked at the bright red horizon in the distance, and her voice suddenly became very soft: "The Ganges Mahamudra has been released, and my memory will disappear... The agreement with you is considered complete..." She put her hands together on her chest, and her voice was like an empty morning wind: "There is no place in the world, and there is nothing to go back and forth. There is no reason for what is there, and then there is sorrow. Now that Bodhi is seen, who am I to answer the question? Once you let go, the way will be profitable." The white clothes are flying, and the Xiaofeng blows her voice farther and farther. This generation of white-clothed Kagyu Sect Dorje Pam, the Queen Mother of the West believed by the Blue Birds, and the leader of Vishnu's power left in the world, stand like this in Gang Rinpo At the top of the auspicious peak, there is auspicious silence. Dozens of Tibetan masters bowed down in unison, but they could no longer recite the scriptures, and wept together. The disappearance of the moon seems to be mourning the death of the two true Buddhas within one day. Qianli Zishi wept desolately, and the voice of the great virtue seemed to have become hoarse, and finally fell silent. The empty mountain is silent, and all living beings are speechless, as if thousands of years have passed like this. With a pop, it seemed that some magic spell was broken. A bloody horse galloped furiously, carrying a figure farther and farther away. He didn't turn his head back, and the wrapping behind him was exposed in the morning wind. The six-dragon subduing magic pestle faced the rising sun, emitting a dazzling brilliance, against which he danced wildly like a god. The sound of horseshoes gradually faded away, and finally fell silent. Everyone remained motionless.Only Acacia felt a strange feeling in her heart, as if the pair of eyes that had been guarding and protecting her had finally left. — and leave with a smile. Xiangsi shook her head, as if she wanted to get rid of this weird illusion from her mind.She raised her head in surprise, her eyes just touched Zhuo Wangsun's body, with a happy smile on her face, she gently leaned on him. With him by his side, everything is enough. I don't know how long it has passed. Indole——dole— The sound of light kicking sounded again, and a blue donkey came slowly from the foot of the mountain.A slender girl sleeps peacefully on it.There was a blush on her pale face, but it was as moving as the morning glow that was about to give birth. Acacia was surprised: "Xiao Luan?" At that moment, Chaoyang finally broke through the dark night and cast the first ray of sunlight on her.The last ray of moonlight receded silently from people's sight. The endless legends of the past just fell together with the vast night of last night. But everything in the world is reincarnated and reborn at this moment. ("Tian Jianlun" ends, please see the future)