my weird life.

Chapter 796 High and low (12)

A beam of twilight light shines into the hall through the slightly opened window hole, but reflects the hall even deeper.

The four walls of the grand hall are embellished with various rare ore colors to outline the real shapes of various gods of the Bon religion. Those pictures are colorful and will not fade for a long time.

A wooden pillar supports the dome.

On the wooden pillars, there are also various intricate patterns carved.

Complicated, obscure, and gorgeous patterns are all over the walls, carpets, and domes, so that this spacious hall is a little crowded surrounded by all kinds of gorgeous patterns.

The tall old man with lion-like hair sat cross-legged on the cast copper seat, looking at the 'Zhuogong Benka' who was kneeling on the ground with his palms on the ground, saluting to him like a pig and dog. The old man's pitch-black The light in the eyes flowed: "When Zhang Zhung was destroyed, the gods and gods were broken into pieces and absorbed by Tubo.

After that, he once again occupied a high position in the Tubo Dynasty, ruling all the people's livelihood, foreign wars, and marriages of nobles in the Tibetan area.

Like the method said by the "prophet", our religion has done it once before.

Now it seems that there must be another reincarnation.

The next era - it seems that the "Tankism" will dominate the secret storage area, but it must be the Tankshin religion that is integrated with our gods. "

After saying these words, the lion-like old man fell silent.

Zhuogong Benka lowered his head and didn't say much.

After a long time, the old man slowly asked Zhuogong Benka: "The prophet, did he ever tell me about my fate, what should it be like?"

"...I dare not say." Zhuo Gongbenka looked up at the old man and said something in a low voice.

The old man grinned, picked up an exquisite wine vessel from the table in front of him, and drank the unknown liquid in it. He licked the blood stained on his lips, and his pale face gradually turned red: "I let you say , you can say it."

Zhuo Gongbenka lowered his head and said in a low voice: "The prophet said——even with the method he said, it can only preserve most of the power of the Shenling Benjiao, not the entire power of the Shenling Benjiao.

It is impossible to fully maintain the authority and status of the present religion. "

"I know that." The old man nodded.

"He also said that even so - 'Zhong Ji Jie Xiang' must die.

It's just that it's a decent death..." Zhuogong Benka quickly finished the next few sentences, then lowered his head, not daring to say more.

"I will still lead some nobles and Du Ben to fight against King Zanpu.

——Only in this way, the other people who teach Shenlingben to turn to Tantra, and monks from India, will not be overly suspicious by King Zanpu. "The old man's face became a little cold. He looked at the wine vessel full of blood-red 'wine syrup' on the table and said, "Since the prophet said it, he is willing to give the lives of innocent people whose hands have not been stained." 'The gods of this religion teach people a way to live—

Anyway, it's a good thing.

You pass the secret words of 'under that hill' to the whole church.

Whether someone is willing to invest in 'under that hill' depends on their fate. "

"Yes."

Zhuo Gongbenka nodded.

The old man said again: "You go out.

Ask the waiter outside the door to summon all my children and grandchildren. "

Zhuogong Benka bowed his head to the ground again, and slowly exited the magnificent hall, and passed on the instructions of Minister Zhong Jijie to the "Shi Du Benshi" who was waiting outside the door, and the servant Du left in a hurry.

Not long after, the spacious and magnificent hall was filled with aristocratic men and women dressed in silk and satin.

Among the men and women, there are older ones who have gray hair and look younger than Zhong Jijie, who sits at the top. The younger ones are even just one or two years old, and they are still breastfed by young women in their arms.

"Why didn't Dawa come?" Zhong Ba glanced at everyone present, and asked the children and grandchildren who were chattering loudly.

As soon as he spoke, the noisy discussions in the hall suddenly died down.

The men and women looked at each other for a while.

A man stretched out his hand to gesture to Zhong Jijie, and after getting Zhong Jijie's nod, he said: "Father, Dawa was married into the home of the great lord 'Langlong' by you three days ago, to be Langlong's seventh wife gone."

"I remember." Zhong Jijie replied, and turned to look at the young woman holding a one-year-old baby.

The appearance of that young woman is somewhat similar to that of Zhong Jijie.

Among the many descendants of 'Maxiang's Zhongjiejie' present, quite a few were born with mutilated limbs, blindness, or albinism and other diseases.

"You don't have to breastfeed Ramba yourself.

Just let his nanny do it. " Zhong Jijie said to the young woman.

The young woman hugged the child and bowed to Zhong Bajie: "I see, father."

"Langba is more than one year old. As a father, I haven't hugged him a few times." Zhong Jijie talked a lot today. He looked at the child in the young woman's arms and stretched out his arms, " Come, bring Lamba here."

The young woman quickly responded, carried the child lightly across the hall, and handed over her youngest son to her father.

She took advantage of the situation and sat next to her father.

Zhong Jijie held the baby in his arms, shaking his arms slightly. He teased the baby in his arms for a while, then raised his head, and the baby in his arms was taken by the young woman consciously.

"I called you all here today.

There is something to announce to you. Zhong Jijie swept the faces of all men and women in the field, and under the gaze of all his descendants, he said aloud, "The secret bondage monk from Tianzhu had formal contact with the cronies sent by King Zanpu last night. "

When many people in the hall heard the words, their faces changed immediately.

"Can't Wizard Beast Dragon Chi Duben stop him?"

"Father can send Shanlongchi, or even Qishanlongchi witch to kill him!"

"King Zanpu had invited the secret monk from the Nalanda Temple in Tianzhu before, but that time the secret monk was forced to return to Tianzhu, and this time he invited the Jinglian secret monk - he is iron The heart must be right with us!"

The children and grandchildren quarreled.

Zhong Jijie frowned slightly, and said: "The Jinglian monk from Tianzhu ate the 'sacrifice book' of four beast dragon Chi Duben wizards—his strength was not as good as those four beast dragon Chi Duben wizards. But at the critical moment, he was able to turn bad luck into good luck. If Shanlongchi, or even Qishanlongchi witches were sent to surround him at that time, the result would be the same.

He may be a bit embarrassed to deal with it at first, but he must be the one who wins in the end.

——Because he is the "mandate of heaven" of the secret storage domain today. "

The nobles of the Maxiang Clan fell silent after hearing Zhong Jijie's words.

Zhong Jijie went on to say: "I used the last book of the Shenling Ben's teaching, the 'Chrysanthemum spinosa leaf book', and the prophecy in the book is that Monk Jinglian will directly surrender the 'Underground Wanlong Wang Ben' in the near future."

Kangqinsang Mountain collapsed, and Zhong Jijie himself was buried alive, but he did not disclose it to his descendants at the moment.

lest the mind be distracted.

But even the news that Monk Jinglian will surrender the underground Wanlong King Ben in the near future still shocked everyone, and they dared not speak anymore.

Of the six dragon kings, 'Nianga Dragon King' is the highest, and 'Underground Wanlong King' ranks in the middle.

However, even so, among the legendary six dragon kings, no one from the Shenshenben Sect has been able to successfully refine any of their magical artifacts and merge with them!
But it is said in the prophecy that Jinglian will become the one who conquers the underground dragon king Ben!
This news made the descendants of the Maxiang family feel quite uncomfortable. Thinking about the current situation, they inevitably felt a strong sense of frustration.

"The peril of the Ben religion is imminent.

The descendants of the Maxiang family need to find a way out for themselves. Zhong Jijie stood up and said, "I have a way of life for you now, but if you want to take this way of life, you have to give up all your current power, wealth, and status."

That way of life, or 'under that hill'. "

"Under that hill?"

"Which hill is it?"

The crowd whispered.

The vast majority of people were confused, not knowing exactly where Zhong Jijie's words "under that hill" pointed, so they turned their eyes to Zhong Jijie for consultation.

But there are still a small number of people who, after hearing the words "under that hill", are either thoughtful or their eyes are slightly bright.

After Zhong Jijie uttered those four characters, he paid close attention to the reactions of all his descendants.

He saw those heirs whose eyes were shining after he said those four words, so he wrote down their faces one by one, and then asked: "Can you find 'under that hill'? It is up to you to embark on this path of life.

In addition to other ways of life, only we can open up with our own hands. "

After exhorting,

The descendants of the Maxiang family came out of the hall one after another.

Zhong Jijie looked at the backs of those sons and sons whose eyes were shining after hearing the word "under that hill", he didn't ask them anything, and let them leave the hall.

Turning to walk into the hall together, several servants who followed the example of pigs and dogs prostrated themselves on the ground and said: "Dongxiong, Langkan, Zongtanri, Jebu, Tashi Dorje...my sons and grandsons Wherever you go after that, you must closely monitor."

……

In a humble living room.

An oil lamp sat on a stained table.

The peasant woman cautiously brought a wooden tray with a piece of highland barley cake on it. She pushed the wooden tray to the big monk with a mustache, a pointed hat, and a bright yellow cassock. She folded her hands and said in a low voice: "May the Buddha benefit from it."

Subsequently,

She hurriedly left the main hall again.

Not long after, tsampa and tea were brought back, and they were all placed on the table.

The peasant woman, her husband, her son, and her pregnant daughter-in-law all knelt beside the square table, waiting respectfully for the big monk with a mustache to enjoy the few meals left in their family.

The big monk with mustache picked up the highland barley cake, took a bite, frowned, put down the hard cake, glanced at the tsampa and tea, turned to look at the family kneeling on the side, and said kindly: " I see a hen in your chicken coop."

The peasant woman was troubled when she heard the words.

The farmer scratched his head, and said naively: "That chicken didn't lay any eggs today, and all the eggs it laid in the past were left to the daughter-in-law.

You want eggs—I'll bring them to Buddha when that chicken lays them tomorrow morning. "

The big monk nodded when he heard the words, and didn't say any more, and didn't move the food on the table.

He stood up and said to the family of four with a smile: "I'm full, you can take the rest of the food yourself."

"My Buddha is merciful!"

"My Buddha is merciful!"

The whole family knelt down and kowtowed.

Watch the boots on the monk's feet move and walk out of the dilapidated room.

Outside the house, the sky was gloomy.

Jinglian looked up at the sky, walked through the fenced yard of the dilapidated stone house, turned to look at the hen nestled in the coop, and whispered to himself: "Serving without piety is the same as having no service.

My Buddha is merciful..."

He walked to his palanquin not far away.

Around the palanquin, a group of monks gathered again to carry the palanquin, proclaim the Dharma, raise the flag, and hold the umbrella for him.

In the stone house, there were sudden coughing sounds one after another.

The coughing intensified.

(End of this chapter)