Chapter 19: The first smoke rises and the sound begins (this chapter is free)

Yong Bowen returned to the ward and saw Aliyun sitting at the head of the bed, tearing chicken wings unconsciously in her hands but not eating them. She frowned, looking like she was wandering in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Yong Bowen had something on his mind and pretended to say hello calmly.

"It's nothing." Aliyun came back to her senses and patted her injured leg gently, "This is really troublesome. I can't go anywhere."

"What's the trouble?" Yong Bowen sat next to him. The black cat in his arms immediately jumped over and got into Aliyun's arms. Aliyun lowered her head to touch the black cat. He took the opportunity to cork the jade bottle hidden behind him.

After getting into his backpack, he smiled and said, "If you want to go somewhere, just tell me and I will carry you there."

"If you don't have ambition, why don't you buy a car and take me there?" Aliyun snorted dissatisfiedly, put down the black cat, and stuffed a chicken wing over it, "You can eat some too."

Yong Bowen smiled dryly and took the chicken wings. While biting them, he muttered vaguely: "What's so difficult about this? When I make a lot of money, I can buy an Airbus and use it as a special plane for you."

Aliyun chuckled and said: "You just blow the bull and blow it up to the sky. I will ride on the bull and fly. Save the money to buy the Airbus."

The two chatted for a while, until around two o'clock in the middle of the night, Yong Bowen couldn't resist his sleepiness, so he drifted off to sleep while talking. He spent the whole day hunting ghosts and corpses, running around the city

We went to the outer suburbs and worked hard from morning to midnight. I was so tired and tired that even a strong-willed person couldn't hold on anymore.

The black cat jumped out of bed, ran to the backpack, scratched it with his paws, then looked at Aliyun and barked twice.

"I know." Aliyun shook her head and reached out to caress her boyfriend, who was sleeping as quietly as a baby beside her. Her slender fingers traced the bruises on his face that were left from the fight in the Feijia Manor.

There is an indescribable complexity in his expression.

After a while, she raised her hand and made a few empty strokes in the air. There was a flash of golden light, as if a golden lotus flower bloomed and withered out of thin air. Then she saw a faint wisp of black air coming out of Yong Bowen's body, followed by

The golden lotus disappeared into the air together. She stared blankly at the place where the black energy disappeared, sighed faintly, and murmured: "What is supposed to come will come, and it can't be stopped after all." There was something unspeakable in her tone.

of loss and sadness.

The black cat Mianmu jumped onto the bed and got into Aliyun's arms, meowing softly "meow" as if comforting her.

Aliyun patted the black cat, and the corners of her mouth turned up as if she wanted to smile, but two crystal tears secreted from the corners of her eyes, sliding down her delicate and smooth cheeks like porcelain, and flashed away in the darkness.

Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, deep in the Himalayas.

In this land closest to the sky in the world, there are so many mysterious realms that modern civilization has never discovered.

This is a vast valley, surrounded by layers of continuous snow-capped mountains, but the green grass in the valley is prosperous and blooming, and there is a strong sense of spring.

The valley is covered with thick clouds all year round. Even the densely populated satellites in space cannot penetrate the clouds and discover the valley.

A white mountain peak rises to the sky in the center of the valley, like a sharp sword, thrusting straight into the sky. The four walls of the mountain peak are extremely dangerous, and they all go straight up and down like a knife or axe, without any path.

The top of this mountain without any road does not have the sharp tip like other mountain peaks. Instead, it is extremely flat, as if it was cut in half by a giant axe, which is indescribably abrupt.

There is a magnificent Buddhist temple built on the top of this flat peak.

The Buddhist temple rises from the top of the mountain, with overlapping buildings and towering temples. It is majestic and majestic. From the top of the mountain, you can see the entire valley. It has the power to appear from the sky and penetrate the sky. The entire Buddhist temple is shrouded in a faint golden light.

Looking from a distance, it looks majestic, as if the entire mountain peak is just the base of this Buddhist temple, which makes people feel the urge to worship from the bottom of their hearts.

This is the top room of the Buddhist temple. Standing at the window and looking down from here, you can see that the entire valley is divided into eight areas with this peak as the center, as if the eight-petaled lotus in full bloom surrounds the Buddhist temple on the dangerous peak.

Each area shows a different color, and low buildings of the same height are densely packed in it. It is vaguely visible, and strange equipment, large and small, flies back and forth.

This room is about more than a thousand square meters, and the four walls are covered with colorful murals. However, the contents of the murals are not common Buddhist stories, but bizarre and tragic war scenes one after another. The scenes are cruel and the contents are bloody.

The wind is so lifelike that when people look at it, they can't help but have a terrifying feeling like being in Shura hell.

There is a three-meter-high statue standing due east. This statue is not the common Bodhisattva Vajra Arhat, but an old man with a white face, a high nose, deep eyes, and a beard. The left half of the face has a kind expression, and the right half of the face is ferocious. It is really bizarre.

It's weird and unpredictable. This old man wears a crown and a battle armor. He holds a scroll in his left hand and a facial wheel in his right hand. The wheel is covered with red blood. If you take a quick look, the blood seems to be dripping.

.And there is actually a statue of a naked woman in front of the old man. This woman has a round and plump figure and a lifelike expression. She kneels in front of the old man and looks up at the old man, with a sacred and solemn look on her face.

If you look down carefully, you can still find that there is a human head with a painful expression under the old man's feet. Blood spurts out from the broken neck and spreads down, making the base of the two statues turn black and red.

, it really looks like it is made of blood.

In the center of the room, there was a big yellow bed. Six or seven girls with delicate figures who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old were lying naked on the bed, caressing and kissing each other. The soul-stirring sighs and gasps kept ringing out, adding to this eerie and strange scene.

The room added a touch of sensuality.

There was a soft bang and the door was pushed open.

A middle-aged man wearing a bright red lama's robe ran in panting, rushed to the window, threw himself on the ground, performed a five-body salute, and said in a deep voice: "Shengzu, the pagoda is weeping blood!"

His voice trembled slightly, showing the extreme excitement that he had suppressed forcibly.

There was a naked man standing in front of the window. Facing the window, his front appearance could not be seen. His back was muscular, his limbs were slender, and his skin was as white as jade but still had a faint blush.

Although he didn't have any hair on his body, he stood with his hands behind his back, and he naturally felt a powerful majesty.

The naked man did not look away from the window, but simply asked: "Oh, how many floors?"

"All nine floors!" When the red-robed Lama said these words, his whole body couldn't help but tremble. "All the nine members of the Bancuo Gang who were guarding the tower at that time were sucked in."

"Hehehe..." The naked man let out a low and sinister laugh, "Our era has finally come."

"Yes, yes..." The red-robed lama pressed his face firmly to the ground, not daring to raise his head, and just responded in a low voice.

"Venerable Protector of the Four Directions!" The naked man stopped laughing, and his voice suddenly became extremely cold, making the temperature of the whole room seem to have dropped a lot.

The red-robed lama got up without saying a word, half-bowed his body, walked backwards with his head lowered, and then exited the door and disappeared.

The lustful voice was still ringing, and the seductive body was still twisting, but the two of them never glanced at the big bed while they were talking, as if the voice and the scene were just illusions.

Wakayama Prefecture, Koyasan.

After entering modern society and becoming a tourist destination, Kongobuji Temple, where the Dongmi Shingon Sect is located, no longer has the mystery of the past. The solemn Buddhist holy place is greeted by tourists every day and is filled with ignorant tackiness and copper odor.

The aura and purity are gradually disappearing without a trace. It is difficult to find even a monk who truly has a pure mind and abides by the Buddha.

No matter how you look at it, Shingon Buddhism, just like other religions after entering the Internet age, inevitably fell into the predicament of sunset.

But this is just an appearance.

If anyone has the opportunity to pass through Kongangfeng Temple in the middle of the night, he will find that there are many trails in the dense forest of the back mountain where there is no trace of anyone. If you follow this trail, if you have the ability to overcome the obstruction of the magic circle, you can

You can see houses deep in the jungle.

They were just short wooden houses scattered under the tall trees. If you looked up from above, you wouldn't see anything except the dense tree trunks.

This is the real headquarters of the Shingon sect, and it is also the hub where Tomi, as a hidden dynasty in the shadow of history, affects the entire island country. It is the "Ura Takano" that people have heard of orally but has never been able to prove its existence.

It is the darkest moment before dawn, and there is darkness and silence in the dense forest. Occasionally, the breeze blows, and the branches and leaves sway softly, as if thousands of ghosts are stretching their arms in the darkness.

The Changming Buddha lantern on the Imperial Shadow Hall swayed gently in the breeze, shaking the entire hall. The statue of Kukai in the center of the main hall also kept flashing between light and darkness, with a gloomy expression on his face, as if

It's like coming back to life.

Wearing a coarse cassock, a skinny old monk with white beard and hair sat cross-legged in the center of the hall, eyes closed tightly, holding a string of black Buddhist beads in his hand, and murmuring silently on his lips.

This is really a scene full of ancient style. If an uninformed person suddenly walked in, he might suspect that he had inadvertently traveled through time and space and returned to ancient times.

Suddenly, the silently burning ever-bright Buddha lamp exploded with a bang. Following the explosion, the flames jumped up very high. The entire Buddhist hall became extremely bright at this moment, and it was lit up a hundred times.

A watt light bulb cannot match the brightness at this moment.

The three cobalt pestles on the statue of Kukai flashed a colorful light at the same time. The brilliance rose from the ancient cobalt pestles like fireworks, exploding silently in the direction where the eyes of the statue of Kukai were staring, and filled the sky.

Spots of light slowly fell from above the old monk like a goddess scattering flowers.

The old monk whispered the Buddha's name, and opened his eyes suddenly. His eyes were as peaceful as an ancient well. All the strange images in the Buddhist hall disappeared without a trace when he opened his eyes. Everything was restored.

Normally, it seems as if the gorgeous and strange scene just now was just an illusion.

The old monk sighed softly, put down his beads, held the Duco Seal with his hand, chanted the Vajrasattva mantra silently, and shouted "Lin"! The world with shaking light and shadow suddenly stopped, and it seemed that time stopped with that shout.

Come down. Then, he slowly stood up, walked out of the Buddhist hall, stood in front of the door, and looked up.

Above were the densely stacked branches and leaves of the ancient trees, which completely blocked the sky. But when the old monk raised his head and looked up, the branches and leaves moved smoothly, and in a moment, a hole opened up where his line of sight was projected.

The star-studded sky fell into his eyes. The old monk took one look and slowly closed his eyes. He seemed to have turned into a clay sculpture and stood motionless in the night.

"What did the old man see?" A slightly oily voice sounded from behind the old monk. A faint figure appeared out of thin air like a ghost. It became clearer and turned into a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing large trousers and a floral shirt.

His hair was dyed burnt yellow, he had seven or eight small earrings pierced on his left ear, and he was biting a popsicle. This outfit was nondescript, as if he deliberately wanted to dress up like a bad boy, but couldn't do it the right way, and ended up looking like a bumpkin.

So ridiculous.

The old monk's eight-leaf withered wood did not turn around or open his eyes, He Shi said in a deep voice: "It's just a heartbeat."

"Oh?" The young man grinned with a bad expression, "Hasn't your heart been refined? It actually moved again. This is really a big event. If your disciples and disciples find out, I'm afraid they will be scared to death.

Lost it all."

"Movement or immobility does not depend on the mind, but on things." Baye Kumu's voice was steady, not caring about the young man's attitude.

The young man narrowed his eyes and looked curious, "Yeah? There is only one thing that can make your heart beat and never forget it. Could it be..."

"Yes, the opportunity has come." The old monk suddenly opened his eyes again. The original peace disappeared and was replaced by a burning desire!

The bright lamp in front of the Buddha roared, turning from a weak flame into an incandescent torch that could not be seen.

The face of the statue of Kukai, which had always been dark and uncertain, was reflected in a blue-white color.

New York, four thirty-six in the morning.

A thick gray fog mixed with various types of exhaust fumes envelopes the most prosperous city in the world.
To be continued...