Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight - Chapter 185

The new wind shouts, and the snow is flying.

The place where Tamara Ghasangong was chosen was the execution hall of the Buddhist temple, where he was detained when he was a child.

All the monks and soldiers in the temple rushed to the temple, with long swords, and under the leadership of the new monastery owner, surrounded the three floors and the three outer layers of the execution hall.

Li Zhongqian frowned: “Why are there so many people guarding the Xingtang?”

The temple owner sighed and said: “The king ordered us to come. The last time the king rushed back to the holy city, it was almost exactly the same as before the murder of General Saisan. If it weren’t for Princess Wen Zhao to arrive, the king could not insist. To this day…If the king is out of control, we have to trap the king in the temple, so Wang Xuan will take part in the Xingtang.”

Bi Suo said to the side: “Don’t worry, Duke Wei Guo, if something like that really happens, these monks and soldiers will just trap the king and won’t hurt the king.”

The knife that Boluoliuzhi left to him was chopped over in the last battle to guard the holy city. He and Yuanjue were destined to be unable to abide by Master’s instructions, no matter if Tamaraga hurts or hurts others, Neither of them could do anything against him.

Healers have also come. Waiting outside the Xingtang, the doctor of Tianzhu is still checking the classics, hoping to find more records about the secrets of Tianzhu, in order to find out the remedy.

At that time, General Saisaner went crazy and murdered, and the palace burned all relevant records. This time the palace was in ruins. When rebuilding the temple, Yaoying ordered the craftsmen to go to the warehouse to search for the ancient books. He invited all the monks and merchants who knew Sanskrit in the city and asked them to help the medical officer to search through the scriptures that might be useful.

She wanted to go to the Xingtang to accompany Tamaraga. He shook his head and asked her to wait outside: “This time is different from before. It will hurt you.”

Yuanjue followed and guarded, Bi Suo looked at Yaoying from outside.

Yaoying had accompanied him several times before Tamara Ghas exercises, but no one suffered as much as this time. As long as she calmed down, she wanted to rush into the execution hall.

Others don’t know, only she knows-in the book, Tamara Gha’s life is counted up.

She told herself that she had rescued Li Zhongqian, thanked him, rescued Yang Qian and those loyal, courageous, and heroic family children, and saved countless people who were displaced and inferior to death in the troubled times, that of Tan Moroga. Fate should have been rewritten long ago.

But something unexpected…

Yaoying was anxious, her heart was severely grabbed by the invisible hand, and her body was cold. She took off the beads from her wrists, knelt in the grotto, and recited the Buddhist scriptures taught by Tamaraga.

If he believed these, then she asked his faith to bless him and let him survive the catastrophe safely.

The golden Buddha statue was solemn and quiet, standing silently, looking down at her silently.

Outside the Xing Hall, the monks gathered in the main hall and chanted prayer scriptures. The front hall of the Wang Temple, the square, and the long street outside the temple were full of thousands of people. Worship and pray for their king. Only those who are surviving in troubled times can understand how rare it is to be a gentleman who cares for the common people.

According to historical records in the future, troubled times are just a few words, and to them, it is the real life of tens of thousands of people.

Some of them have brocade clothes, some ragged clothes, some red hair and brown eyes, some black hair and black eyes, some snow skin and blue eyes. The prayers in different languages ​​are repeated in the freezing cold wind, like a king The courtyard trickles across the lofty mountains and ridges, and gathers into the vast ocean, with a magnificent vigor that goes straight to the sky, shaking the sky and the earth.

…

Tamara Gha could not hear the prayers outside the Buddhist temple.

With all his strength, his muscles swelled up and down, and his flesh and blood were cramped. It was like someone took a knife and was cutting his flesh and blood one by one. The scriptures said all kinds of torture in hell, thousands of swords and oils. Fry the fire, nothing more than that.

pain.

It hurts.

The pain made him tremble violently.

The skin is open and fleshy, and the heart is broken, and the bone pain is deeply visible.

It was as if a series of sky thunders slashed down, and the flesh and blood faded away, revealing the snow-white bones, and the pain was so painful.

From the flesh to the internal organs, to the seams between the bones, there is nothing that does not hurt.

He soberly felt the pain of his limbs and a hundred skeletons, but his consciousness gradually blurred, and his soul was withdrawn from his **** body and wandered.

Suddenly, a force pulled him to fall continuously, falling deeper and deeper, he was submerged in the boundless darkness and coldness, all kinds of terrible sights came into view, the seven-layered iron city, the seven-layered iron nets, there were ten thousand in all directions. For thousands of miles, the surrounding walls were either red-burning iron walls or gleaming mountains of knives. Iron fire fell like rain, the sinner turned to ashes, the knife wheel revolved, the sinner broke open, and was in a mess.

There were mountains of swords and sword forests, long swords and blades turned down, the sinner’s hands and feet were separated, the flesh was rotten, and tens of thousands of iron arrows were shot directly through the sinner’s body, nailing them to the hot iron wall, and the sinner was crying. Trying to escape, surrounded by an endless sea of ​​fire, the fire was burning, detaining them in the terrible Hell of Abi.

On the red-hot iron bed, the sinner was in shackles, desperate for life, 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.

Yasha Raksha holding a burning iron pestle, knife and axe, smashed the sinner’s head and penetrated the sinner’s intestines.

There was a miserable scream.

This is where he belongs.

Endless pain, endless torture.

Tamaragarh followed the sinners in the dark, iron crossbows, snow blades, iron fire, and sword blades fell, and the sinners fled around, standing still, motionless.

Suddenly, under a bright light hood above his head, the diffuse smoke dissipated, and the broken flesh and blood corpses, the howling sinners, and the sea of ​​flames surged farther and farther away from him.

He was surrounded by brilliant golden glory, and his eyes were full of brilliance.

In the Seven Treasure Pond, the water is shining, the treasures of the world, the golden trees and silver leaves, the pearls and the miscellaneous treasures, the palaces and pavilions are undulating, floating in the air, magnificent, the Buddha sits on the lotus seat, and the bodhisattvas surround and listen carefully.

There are sky towers, sky banners flying, colorful clouds surrounding, fairy music fluttering, smallpox mandala scattered, flying in the sky holding flowers, soaring in the sky, flying in the sky.

Solemnity, blissful world.

A Bodhisattva wears a flower crown on his head, holds a long banner, and steps on the lotus, riding on the flowing clouds and descending from the sky, with his fingertips lightly tapping the Tamaraga.

“You have walked through the world, you have seen Abi hell, and you have also seen Amitabha’s blissful world. You will be released to me, and you will be free, and you will be free from reincarnation. There is no suffering, but there is bliss.”

The Sanskrit sounds are bursting, shocking and deafening.

Tamara Gha returned to his senses, clasped his hands together, looking at the looming, glorious and beautiful pure land world, thoughtfully.

The bodhisattva’s voice roared like thunder, penetrating the clouds: “Chi’er, what are your problems?”

Tamara Gha lifted up his eyes, with no sorrow or joy in his blue eyes.

What’s wrong with him?

The short life was gurgling like water, enveloping him.

The foreground of his eyes changed suddenly. He saw a cold and gloomy prison. The young man sat on the shabby futon, reading Buddhist scriptures like a peas.

A cold brilliance fell from above, he raised his head, and the silvery moonlight was reflected in his eyes.

In troubled times, all beings are suffering. He will do his best to calm the troubled times. I will not go to hell, whoever goes to hell.

The little one looked up at the bright and clean moon, solemnly and authentically.

He grew up slowly.

Tamara Gya studied Buddhist scriptures and dealt with the family, letting the Zhang family relax their confinement on him. Sultan Gu endured hardship and practiced martial arts assiduously.

When the Bei Rong army pressed the border, the family left the mess, abandoned the city and fled. The monks and soldiers loyal to the royal family took the opportunity to rescue him from the execution hall.

When the night wind roared, he turned his head on horseback, saw the holy city standing behind him in the night, and heard the desperate cry of the people who had no time to escape. When the Wakhan Khan invaded the city, these people would become Northern Rong cavalry. The unjust soul under the horse’s hoof.

“go back.”

He dialed the horse and turned around, holding the Buddhist beads, indifferently.

Huang Sha slowly became boundless. He used his wisdom to break the Northern Rong army, which was twice as many as his own. Wakhan Khan not only suffered a terrible defeat, but also almost lost his life, and ordered the withdrawal of troops in embarrassment.

Before he reined his horse, he wore a robe, hunting and flying.

The monk soldiers, the guards and the people knelt down at his feet respectfully. At that moment, he regained the power of the king.

Chima was ecstatic, and brought her soldiers into the Zhang family, and arrested dozens of people from the Zhang family. She escorted them to the square where the queen and queen died, and chopped their heads one by one. She killed them. At first glance, even the distant relatives of Zhang Family who were irrelevant would not let go.

He stopped her and let her release the innocent Zhang family member who was implicated.

Chima was hysterical, screaming, cursing, cursing. After that, as long as she saw him, she mocked: “You have studied Buddhism and you are completely cold. There are 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 the only one in this life. Be alone!”

The ancient Sultan went to battle to kill the enemy, and the Buddha shocked the family. He walked in a pool of blood and flowers, his skin and flesh sprawled, and he walked alone.

He has the Tao in his heart and does not need the understanding and approval of others.

Aristocratic families are unwilling to be suppressed. They are not willing to be suppressed. They are guilty of opposing the yang and the yin. They have swords in their mouths, and the courts are treacherous. While Bei Rong continued to grow, Wakhan Khan reused 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 backlashed by the exercises several times, and the lamp is almost exhausted. To attend the puja, he must be carried out by guards, and Haidu Aling is as high as the sun. Haidu Aling succeeded Bei Rong as the throne of the Great Khan, and the king’s court was in danger.

He wanted to take advantage of Haidu Aling before he took power to lead troops to attack Bei Rong, weaken the force of Bei Rong, and fight for the possibility of respite for the royal court.

The minister strongly opposed them. They despised and hostile the tribal cavalry, and were unwilling to cooperate with the tribal soldiers. He was exhausted and could not organize a battle in a short time.

Soon after, a piece of bad news came. Haidu Aling was in conflict with the princes. When Wahhan Khan was slack, he led the soldiers to wash their teeth, killed Wahhan Khan and his sons, and was elected as a new one. Sweating profusely.

He sat in the temple, turned the beads, sighed slightly, and left a legacy.

Haidu Aling became the lord of the Northern Rong, and soon assembled his forces to raid the royal court.

This time, Haidu Aling will not easily withdraw troops.

He was already dying, knowing that there was not much time, and ordered Bi Suo them to leave the royal court and stay behind to defend the city 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 of the royal court.”

“Let’s go, **** women and children away. You are the commander of the guards and your duty is to protect the people.”

Bi Suo couldn’t cry.

There was no wave on his face.

The North Rong cavalry was unstoppable, and the siege equipment was even more powerful. Stone dump trucks threw huge boulders into the city. There was a loud bang, the rubble fell like a shower, and the roof tiles shattered and collapsed.

He sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, exhausted, completely relying on willpower to support him without falling down, just like a walking corpse, with only the body left.

Outside the hall, the sound of killing pierced through the clouds and cracked 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 did not fall.

In the long cold night, he sat in the temple of the Buddha until he died, still guarding the holy city.

I was born without a moment of relaxation, nor did I dare to relax when I died.

Outside the hall was howling and crying.

According to his instructions, the monk soldiers did not announce his death. Haidu Aling still had some fear and jealousy towards him. He did not rush to attack the city, and the holy city held fast for some time.

But he didn’t show up for too many days, Haidu Aling finally found the clue and invaded the holy city.

When the Beirong cavalry rushed into the temple and saw the corpse still sitting in front of the Buddha, it was shocked.

And he, floating in the air, watched his short life flash in front of his eyes, expressionless.

The Bodhisattva’s voice sounded in his ears: “Life and death Nirvana is just like yesterday’s dream. Chi’er, you can get rid of the suffering of the five aggregates by following me. From then on, the four big things are empty, and you can listen to the supreme truth.”

Tamara Gha lifted his eyes and looked at the shining pavilions and palaces in the clouds, without saying a word.

The Bodhisattva crossed his eyebrows and angered: “Chi’er, do you want to fall into the **** of Abi and endure endless torture since then!”

Tan Moroga looked down at his feet, and in the invisible abyss, all sinners were tormented by the iron wall.

The Bodhisattva became more and more majestic, shaking the flag, and suddenly thundering.

“I am a guide bodhisattva, to guide you the way to life, idiot, don’t follow me!”

Tamara Gha closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes were cold as snow, without a trace of smoke, and he moved to keep up with the Bodhisattva.

…

The wind and clouds under his feet were surging, and suddenly there was a voice in the world where the dust was rolling, calling him.

The bodhisattva who led the way above his head shouted angrily, and the flags were hunting and flying.

The voice that came from the wind was faint and vague, like a butterfly’s wings flapping, and the breeze was blowing. It couldn’t make any waves, but it shouted firmly and persistently.

“Roga…Roga…”

Tamaraga stopped and looked back.

He seems to have forgotten something.

The beautiful singing, the Buddha’s debate with the bodhisattvas, and the enticing urging of the Bodhisattva on the Way reverberated between the heavens and the earth. The faint voice floated tremblingly over and caught him. He was involved, and there was no sadness in his heart. No joy.

The voice rang again, mixed with faint crying, which broke people’s hearts.

“Roga…you promised me, I’m waiting for you…”

This voice is very familiar.

For an instant, there was a fine pain in Tamaraga’s heart.

Princess, don’t cry.

He lowered his head and saw his wrist, with a red hair band wrapped tightly around it.

He should have walked alone in this life, just as the Bodhisattva let him see, living alone and dying alone.

But there is such a person who has crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and came to him to accompany him through the storms.

He wants to live, he wants to see her cheerful smile when he wakes up every day.

Suddenly, the violent wind swept across, and he saw the half ruined and half towering holy city, heavy snow was blowing, the Buddhist temple stood in the snow, magnificent and solemn, the outside of the Buddhist temple was dark, ten mile long street, inside and outside the square, full of people kneeling. , They worshipped in the direction of Wangsi, tears streaming down their faces, and shouting his dharma name in their mouths.

“Wang, come back!”

“Wang, don’t leave us behind!”

“Take our lifespan in exchange for the king!”

“Let the king come back!”

The stern cry was blown to pieces by the wind.

Tamara Gha passed through the weeping crowd, through the hall where the bells and drums were ringing and wailing, through the guards and monks standing silently kneeling down the steps, through the brightly lit grotto, and back again. The Xingtang where he was detained when he was a child.

He saw a figure from behind.

She threw herself in front of the futon, tightly holding a man covered in blood and already frozen, tears raining down.

“Roga…I’m waiting for you…”

She lowered her head, her forehead was against his, calling out loudly.

Tears fell from her eyes. She did not cry, and said softly and gently: “Roga, I am waiting for you.”

Tamara Gha has colic.

All actions are like dream bubbles, and dew is like electricity.

Life is like the dew, so if you miss her, it is eternity. He must firmly grasp this life and live well.

If the heart is enlightened, the heart can see the nature.

Suddenly, the wind rustled in the sky.

The illusion in the cloud instantly turned into powder, and the melodious chants faded like a sea tide.

A distant voice rang in mid-air, majestic and majestic.

“The impermanence of all forms is the law of birth and death, the birth and death is already gone, and the death is happiness… One death is a life, endless growth, is the law of birth and death, first breaks and then stands, puts the dead and then regenerates…”

The voice gradually drifted away.

Tamaraga could not hear the words behind him clearly, only the tearful face remained in his eyes, raised his hand, and gently brushed away a drop of tears that flickered between the curled eyelashes.

“Don’t cry.”

She should smile more, he likes to watch her smile.

Yaoying was stunned.

Warm nose was on her face, cold fingers stroked her cheeks, she raised her eyes, and a cool kiss fell on her tearful and bloodshot eyes.

She stood still, staring at him.

He looked at her, raised his lips slightly, raised his hand to press on her neck, and put his forehead against her, “Mingyue Slave, I’m back.”

Yaoying couldn’t believe it, she stared at him blankly.

In the next moment, she woke up like a dream, tears rushed down, tremblingly threw into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

“You lied to me!”

She finally cried.

Tamara Gya hugged Yaoying tightly, lowered her head and kissed the top of her hair, the center of her eyebrows, and the tip of her nose. Finally, she held her lips and pried her teeth away.

The lips and tongue are intertwined, and the breath blends.

She was trembling all over, and he was covered in blood. The two of them were tightly tangled together, hugging and connected, and fell on the futon, wishing to rub each other into her body.

Swallowing, sucking, sweeping across every corner and passing 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 teardrops from the corners of her eyes.

The sound of footsteps abruptly.

Li Zhongqian, Bi Suo, and Yuanjue heard the voice inside, rushed into the Xing Hall, and saw the awakened Tamaraga, dumbfounded.

After a while, they reacted, ecstatic, chanting the Buddha’s name, shaking with excitement.

“Quick! Call the healer over!”

Several healers hurriedly arrived, seeing Tamaraga, equally dumbfounded, and couldn’t believe it.

Yuanjue wiped his tears while pushing them forward, urging: “Look at it, Wang is awake!”

The healers returned to their senses and rushed in front of Tan Moroga, trembling to get his pulse, and opened his robe to see some bleeding wounds on his body.

Yaoying stepped back and asked Dima Munda to step forward. Suddenly, her hand was tightly grasped, and a force pulled her back.

Tamaraga grabbed her hand, the blood on her face did not wipe, her eyes were dull: “Don’t go anywhere, stay with me.”

The joy in Yaoying’s heart was about to overflow, and she sat beside him motionless.

“How long have I been in a coma?”

Asked Tamaraga.

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, during Tamara Gha’s exercises, my muscles suddenly swelled, real qi surged, the blood in my body rolled retrograde, and the blood flowed in several places on my body. In order to help him evacuate, he was hurt by Zhen Qi and fell to the ground vomiting blood before he even approached.

Bi Suo’s skin was ripped open, and she continued to walk in. Yaoying heard the sound and rushed in.

Tamara Gha raised her head, and the blue eyes swept across her.

The next moment, he bleeds from his seven orifices and never opened his eyes again.

Several healers took turns to explore the pulse, and repeatedly confirmed, all felt that he was only hanging in the last breath, the medicine stone was ineffective and might die at any time.

The crying outside the temple shook the sky.

As he had instructed before, everyone retired, leaving Yaoying alone by his side to spend the last time with him.

Li Zhongqian was afraid that Yaoying would be overwhelmed and wanted to take her to rest. She refused to leave. She barely eats or drinks, guards him endlessly, feeds him medicine, helps him wipe his body, he can’t eat anything, she just refuses to leave. He opened his lips and fed the medicine into his mouth bit by bit.

No one thought that Tamara Gha would be able to wake up.

…

Tamara Gha looked at Yaoying.

She bit her lip and listened nervously to the words of several doctors. Her eyes were red and swollen, the tip of her nose was flushed, her expression was haggard, and her tears were not yet dry.

For these 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 lowered their heads, Bi Suo all smiles, Yuan felt that his face was flushed, and turned away.

Only Li Zhongqian sneered and rolled his eyes. He thought that Tamaraga would definitely die, and even the manpower for the carriages and horses back to Gaochang had been arranged.

“How is it? Has the pulse condition changed?”

Yaoying gently pushed away Tamaraga, and asked the doctor nervously.

The doctor frowned and exchanged glances with others, and said, “The Wang’s pulse condition still remains the same… Before and after Sangong, it is still this kind of imaginary pulse. Logically speaking, after Wang Sangong, the pulse should return to normal. …”

Yaoying asked hurriedly, “Is it a good thing or a bad thing?”

The healer shook his head, with a solemn expression: “We have never seen such a pulse. The bleeding from the seven orifices during Wang Sangong should be caused by the body’s inability to withstand the exercises and the retrograde movement of Qi and blood. However, the Wang awakened after two days of sleep, which is really incredible… …”

Bi Suo frowned and said, “If you return to normal, then the king won’t wake up. Since the king can wake up, that means it’s a good thing.”

Some nodded, some still frowned.

Yaoying’s heart was raised again.

Tamara Gha was silent, flipped his wrist, and a palm wind brought out, he staggered, and stepped back.

The crowd was dumbfounded and exclaimed.

Bi Suo’s eyes widened.

The skill of Tamaraga is still there!

The doctors looked at each other.

After Tamaraga’s Sangong, it is impossible to have internal strength. This time he moved so much during the Sangong, and even the seven orifices bleed. It should be the right way to completely abolish the practice. How can he force Bi Suo back with one palm?

Yuan Jue’s face was pale and trembling: “Did you fail in San Gong? You have to do it again?”

The seven orifices of the king’s capital are bleeding, do it again, how can the king stand it?

Tamara Gha shook his head and looked at Deva Munda: “I feel that the blood is smooth, and there is no need to suppress the qi and blood all the time, and there is no need to sanitize for the time being.”

Deva Munda probed several acupuncture points around him and nodded.

A bright light flashed in the doctor’s eyes: “Could it be that Wang made a mistake and found a way to suppress the exercises?”

As soon as this word came out, everyone’s faces were filled with surprise.

“I heard people say that when the king returned to the holy city, he was ruthless and desireless, very similar to that of General Saisan’s before he fell into a demon.” Deva Munda said slowly. He would lose his breath and die, but the king took a lot of pill, and he restrained his life and life. After a catastrophe, he was tenacious. After so many days, the pill and the blood of the whole body were integrated, and it happened to be able to truly restrain the exercise.”

The doctors had different expressions and stepped aside to discuss in a low voice.

“Wang practised the exercises since he was a child, and he was able to tolerate what ordinary people couldn’t bear. He might have mastered the exercises unconsciously. In the end, the exercises were out of control. It was death and vitality.”

“We can’t make a conclusion yet, let’s take a look.”

“Anyway, Wang’s ability to wake up is already a sign of improvement.”

They all spoke Sanskrit, but Yaoying couldn’t understand her, she looked at them anxiously, her face tense, her heart frustrated.

The back of the hand is slightly hot.

Tamara Gha bowed her head and held 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 must live.

Yaoying thought of his dying appearance in the past two days, her heart was cut like a knife, she hugged him gently, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

She thought he was really leaving, and would never speak to her again.

Although the healers still did not discuss the results, the news of Tamaraga’s awakening was spread. Everyone was surprised and turned from grief to joy. The people outside the temple continued to recite the Buddha’s name and bowed their heads to thank the gods and Buddhas for blessing their king.

Yuanjue went to prepare hot water new clothes, Li Zhongqian and Bi Suo led the healer out.

Only Yaoying and Tamaraga were left in the Xingtang.

“Are you really all right?”

Yaoying hugged Tamaraga, staring at him with her red and swollen eyes.

The tip of Tamaraga’s heart quivered with her eyelashes, “Really.”

He feels much better.

Yaoying buried her face in his chest and continued to listen to his heartbeat.

Slowly, calmly, thumping and beating.

He lowered his head, hugged her tightly, put his fingers in her hair, and kissed her hair.

The cell was the place where he grew up when he was young. At that time, he was standing alone, and now she is by his side. This is also the place where he started his new life.

The hazy candlelight hung tenderly on the two of them, and they cuddled up quietly.

…

The monks and soldiers retreated, and the doctors asked for a pulse again and retreated to the outside to discuss enthusiastically.

Master Titus thought for a while, holding a half-scrolled scripture to see him.

These scriptures were originally burned after the death of General Saisan, and there is no more copy. The palace was completely blown up this time. When the craftsman was repairing the tunnel, he accidentally discovered that there was a layer of interlayer on the wall of the Buddha’s niche, and the mural was dug up. There were hundreds of undestroyed scriptures inside, including half of the chanting contest. The remnants of Saner’s military relics. Several people have read this sutra, but no useful records have been found.

Tamaraga has washed and is bandaging the wound.

Master Titus opened the scriptures: “King, I heard that before the death of General Saisaner, he chanted a scripture, birth and death have passed, and death is happiness. At that time, the monastery thought Saisaner Because the general died of his family’s ambitions, he would recite this verse before his suicide. These days, the monks have been instructed by Princess Wen Zhao to consult a large number of sealed ancient books, and this sentence is also found in the Bayeux Sutra that records the exercises.”

He sighed.

“Wang, you must have sentiment after the death catastrophe.”

Tamara Gha remembered what he had realized in the dream, and nodded: “I did realize something in my dream, and I will live after death. One extinction is a lifetime.”

Only after repeated deaths can there be a glimmer of life.

Master Titus was startled for a while, crying and laughing.

General Saisaner probably broke through the restrictions of the exercises before his death, but he lost his family at the time and killed innocents by mistake. He had no intention of comprehension and ended his life. After that, all records were burned, and no one in the world could understand the work. Law.

They forced General Saisan to death, and nearly killed the King.

“Buddha has compassion. The scriptures contained in this volume are not Buddhist scriptures, but inner gong mental methods that can restrain the exercises. The king can study this way, and whether he will be very calm in the future, and there will be no worries about being backlashed by the exercises.”

Master Titus prayed together to Tamaraga, leaving the scriptures, leaning on the staff, and walked out step by step.

…

Everyone was ecstatic to find the true inner strength mentality under the circumstances.

Yaoying asked the scriptures to be sent to the monks to copy them so as not to lose them.

The corners of Tamaraga’s lips raised slightly: “No, I can remember them all.”

Yaoying said: “That’s also a few more copies.”

After finishing talking, carefully examining his face, she had been discussing his injury with Deva Munda just now.

Tamaraga stretched his arms around her, “Did you see the queen’s crown?”

Yaoying was startled, smiled and shook her head: “No.”

She is frightened and frightened these days, how can she be in the mood to look at those things.

“Let’s take a look.” His voice came over his head, with a faint smile in addition to the coldness as always, “If you don’t like it, let the craftsman change it.”

Yaoying smiled: “Can you change it at will?”

Tamara Gha nodded: “As long as you like it, my bride is you.”

Yaoying hugged him, his pounding heartbeat and his gentle voice in her ears, his delicate kisses fell on the top of her hair, her heart was soft, and the spring water was gurgling.

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable colic in his chest, and a sweet smell came up.

Yaoying was startled, wowed, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

An ominous premonition filled the whole body.

Tamara Gha was stunned, and the warm dampness spread across his chest.

He bowed his head.

Yaoying was pale, trembling all over, her lips were red with blood.

“Mingyue Slave!”

Tai Shan collapsed in front of him without changing his color. He heard his voice almost shifting tone.

Yaoying shuddered, and the vitality disappeared from her body little by little.

The blood on Tamaraga’s face faded, and she hugged her tightly.

Footsteps sounded at the door, and Li Zhongqian rushed in.

“What happened?”

He rushed to the futon, lost his color in shock, broke off Tamaraga’s hand, “Mingyue Slave!”

Yaoying had an abnormal colic in her heart and her whole body was painful, struggling to open her eyes, and her eyes were drawn across the faces of Tamaraga and Li Zhongqian.

“Roga… Brother…”

She wants to tell them not to be afraid, maybe as before, she just needs to sleep for a while…

Deep fatigue came up.

This time it was more painful and more intense than the previous few times.

“…It’s okay, it will be fine in a few days…”

Her lips trembled and she slowly closed her eyes.

The hand clenched tightly on the sleeve of Tamaraga dropped weakly.

“Mingyue Slave!”

Li Zhongqian shouted.

Tamara Gaya did not move, and the night wind blew into the Xing Hall from the fence, cold and biting, he was covered with blood, just like Shura.

The night was deep, and the heavy snow fell silently.

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The description in the illusion refers to the description of **** in the Buddhist scriptures, and the words such as the seven-layer iron city, the seven-layer iron net, the bronze snake, the fire dog, and the volcano are all quoted from the Buddhist scriptures.

The description of Elysium is the same as above.

The whole sentence of birth and death is also a quoted Buddhist scripture.

Guide Bodhisattva: The Bodhisattva who guides the dead to life should be the product of the integration of Chinese beliefs. The flag at the time of funerals is the guide flag. This article will use it.

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These two days have been less, sorry. Thank you for your concern. Now I live in the country, except that I can’t go out due to heavy rains. I don’t have any problems with my life. When Hubei lifted the blockade and the express delivery resumed, I gathered a lot of food. I couldn’t go out during this time and I was slowly consuming dry food~

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To reiterate: definitely HE.