A beam of dim light shines into the hall through the slightly opened window, making the hall even more profound.
The four walls of the large hall are decorated with various rare mineral colors, outlining the real forms of various gods of the religion. Those pictures are colorful and will not fade for a long time.
Wooden pillars support the dome.
The wooden pillars are also carved with various complex patterns.
Complex, obscure, and gorgeous patterns are all over the walls, carpets, and domes, making this spacious hall seem a little crowded surrounded by all kinds of gorgeous patterns.
The tall old man with lion-like hair sat cross-legged on a copper seat. He looked down at the 'Zhuo Gongbenga' who was kneeling on his knees with his palms on the ground, saluting him like a pig or dog. The old man's eyes were dark.
Light flows in the eyes: "When Xiangzhong was destroyed, the spiritual teachings were broken into pieces and were absorbed by Tubo.
After that, he once again occupied a high position in the Tubo Dynasty, controlling all people's livelihood in the Tibetan region, foreign wars, and noble marriages.
Just like the method mentioned by the 'prophet', our religion has done it once before.
Now it seems that we have to go through reincarnation again.
In the next era, it seems that the one who dominates the Secret Realm will be the 'Tantric Sect', but it must be a Tantric Sect that is integrated with our spiritual religion."
After saying these words, the lion-like old man fell silent.
Zhuo Gongbenka lowered his head and didn't say much.
After a long time, the old man asked Zhuo Gongbenka in a slow voice: "Did the prophet ever tell me what my fate will be?"
"...I dare not say it." Zhuo Gongbenka raised his head, glanced at the old man, and whispered.
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 on his lips, and his pale face gradually turned red: "I asked you to say
, you can say it."
Zhuo Gongbenka lowered his head and whispered: "The prophet said that even with the method he said, it can only preserve most of the power of the gods' religion, but not all the power of the gods' religion.
It cannot fully maintain the authority and status of our current religion."
"I understand this." The old man nodded.
"He also said that even in this case - 'Zhongbajie Xiang' will definitely die.
I just want to die more honorably..." Zhuo Gongbenka finished the next few sentences quickly, then lowered his head and did not dare to say any more words.
"I will still lead some nobles and divisions to fight against King Zanpu.
——Only in this way, the rest of the Shenling Sect will turn to the Esoteric Sect and the monks from Tianzhu, so they will not be overly suspicious of King Zanpu." The old man's face became a little cold, and he looked at the table.
The wine vessel filled with blood-red 'wine pulp' turned and said, "Since the prophet has said it, he is willing to give a way of life to the people of the divine religion who have never touched the lives of innocent people with their hands - Luan
No matter what, it can be considered a good thing.
Please pass on the secret message "under that hill" to everyone in this sect.
Whether someone is willing to go 'under that hill' depends on their predestined relationship."
"yes."
Zhuo Gongbenka nodded.
The old man said again: "You go out.
Ask the attendant outside the door to summon all my children and grandchildren."
Zhuo Gongbenka bowed his head to the ground again, slowly exited the magnificent palace, and conveyed the order of Prime Minister Zhongba Jie to the 'Master Shidu' who was waiting outside the door, and the Shidu left in a hurry.
Before long, the spacious and magnificent hall was filled with noble men and women dressed in silk and satin.
Among the men and women, some of the elders had gray hair and looked even younger than Zhong Jianjie, who was sitting at the top. The younger ones were even just one or two years old, and were being held in the arms of young women and being breastfed.
"Why didn't Dawa come?" Zhongba glanced at everyone present and asked in a loud voice to the descendants who were chatting lively.
As soon as he finished speaking, the noisy discussion in the hall suddenly fell silent.
The men and women looked at each other for a while.
A man stretched out his hand to signal to Zhong Bajie. After receiving Zhong Bajie's nod, he said: "Father, Dawa was married to Lord Langlong three days ago to become Langlong's seventh wife.
Already."
"I remembered." Zhongbajie responded and turned to look at the young woman holding a baby over one year old.
The young woman's appearance is somewhat similar to Zhong Jie's.
Among the many descendants of ‘Maxiang’s Zhongjiejie’ present, quite a few were born with mutilated limbs, blind eyes, or suffered from various diseases such as albinism.
"You don't have to breastfeed Lamba yourself.
Just let his wet nurse do it." Zhongbajie said to the young woman.
The young woman held her child in her arms and saluted Zhongbajie: "I understand, father."
"Lamba is over a year old, but as a father, I have never held him a few times." Zhongbajie was particularly talkative today. He looked at the child in the young woman's arms and stretched out his arms, "
Come, bring Langba over."
The young woman responded quickly, held the child in her arms and walked quietly through the hall, handing her youngest son to his father.
She took the opportunity to sit next to her father.
Zhong Jianjie 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 young woman consciously took the baby in his arms.
"I summoned you all here today.
I have something to announce to you." Zhongbajie glanced at the faces of all the men and women in the field, and under the gaze of all his descendants, he said, "The secret monk from Tianzhu had formal contact with the cronies sent by King Zanpu last night.
pass."
When many people in the hall heard this, their expressions suddenly changed.
"Can't Wizard Dragon Chi Duben stop him?"
"Father can send Shanlongchi or even Qishanlongchi Wu to kill him!"
"King Zanpu had previously invited the tantric monk from Nalanda Temple in Tianzhu, but that time the tantric monk was forced to return to Tianzhu. This time he invited the tantric monk Jinglian again - he is iron
The heart wants to be against us!"
The descendants started to make a noise.
Zhong Jianjie frowned slightly and said: "The Jinglian monk from Tianzhu ate the 'sacrifice' of four Beast Dragon Pool Duben wizards - his strength was originally not as good as those four Beast Dragon Pool Duben wizards.
But at the critical moment, danger can be turned into good fortune. If Shanlongchi and even Qishanlongchi witches were sent to surround him at that time, the result would be the same.
He may have a difficult time dealing with it at first, but he will be the one who wins in the end.
——Because he is the ‘destined destination’ of the current secret realm.”
The nobles of the Ma Xiang clan fell silent after hearing what Zhongbajie said.
Zhongbajie continued: "I used the last book of the Divine Spirit's sect, the 'Alpinia Leaf Book'. The prophecy that appeared in the book was that the Jinglian Monk will directly surrender to the 'Underground Ten Thousand Dragon King' in the near future."
The Kangqinsang sacred mountain collapsed and Zhongbajie himself was buried alive, but he did not reveal it to his descendants at the moment.
To prevent people from being distracted.
But even the news that Jinglian Monk will surrender the underground Ten Thousand Dragon King in the near future still shocked everyone and they dared not speak anymore.
Among the six dragon kings, the 'Nianga Dragon King' is the highest, and the 'Underground Dragon King' is in the middle.
However, even so, among the legendary six dragon kings, no one from the deity sect has been able to successfully refine any of their magical objects and combine them with them!
But the prophecy book says that Jinglian will be the one to conquer the underground Ten Thousand Dragons King!
This news made the descendants of the Ma Xiang family feel quite unhappy. Thinking about the current situation, they couldn't help but feel a strong sense of frustration.
“The danger of our religion is imminent.
The descendants of the Ma Xiang family need to find a way out for themselves." Zhongbajie stood up and said, "I have a way of life for you now, but if you want to take this way of life, you must give up all your current power and everything.
Wealth, all status.
That way of survival may be 'under that hill'."
"Under that hill?"
"Which hill is it at?"
Everyone was whispering.
Most people were confused, not knowing where Zhongbajie's "under the hill" was pointing, so they turned their attention to Zhongbajie Xiang.
But there are still a few people who, after hearing the words "under the hill", either think deeply or their eyes light up slightly.
After Zhong Jie said those four words, he paid close attention to the reactions of all his descendants.
He saw those heirs whose eyes shone with light after he said those four words, so he wrote down their faces one by one, and then asked: "Can we find 'under the hill'?
It's up to you to take this path of life.
Other than this, other ways of life can only be found by ourselves."
After some advice,
The descendants of the Ma Xiang family walked out of the hall one after another.
Zhongbajie looked at the backs of the heirs whose eyes shone with light after hearing the words "under the hill". He did not ask any questions from the heirs and allowed them to leave the hall.
Then they walked into the hall together with several attendants who were lying on the ground and saluting like pigs and dogs, and said: "Dongxiong, Langkan, Zongtanri, Jebu, Tashi Dorje...my sons and grandsons
You must closely monitor where you go after that."
…
In a simple living room.
An oil lamp squatted on the stained table.
The peasant woman cautiously brought a wooden plate with a piece of highland barley cake on it. She pushed the wooden plate towards the big monk with a mustache, a pointed hat and a bright yellow robe. She clasped her hands together, bowed and whispered:
"Please use it, Buddha."
Later, Lun
She hurriedly left the main hall.
Not long after, tsampa and tea were brought and placed on the table.
The peasant woman, her husband, son, and pregnant daughter-in-law all knelt beside the square table, respectfully waiting for the big monk with a mustache to enjoy the few meals left in their family.
The big monk with a 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 kneeling family to the side, and said kindly: "
I see there is a hen in your chicken coop."
The peasant woman looked troubled when she heard this.
The farmer scratched his head and said in a naive voice: "That chicken didn't lay any eggs today, and the eggs it laid in the past were all left to my daughter-in-law.
You want to eat eggs - when the chicken lays eggs tomorrow morning, I will fetch them for Buddha."
The great monk nodded when he heard this and said no more, nor did he touch the food on the table.
He stood up and said to the four members of the family with a smile: "I'm full. You can use the rest of the food yourself."
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
The whole family knelt down and worshiped.
Watching the monk's boots move, he walked out of the dilapidated house.
Outside the house, the sky is dim.
Jinglian looked up at the sky, passed through the fenced courtyard of the dilapidated stone house, turned to look at the hen nesting in the chicken coop, and whispered to himself: "Serving without piety is the same as not serving.
My Buddha is compassionate..."
He walked towards his dharma sedan not far away.
Around the Dharma sedan, a group of monks gathered again to carry the sedan chair, preach the Dharma, hold flags and hold umbrellas for him.
In the stone house, there were sudden coughs one after another.
