The towering Zanmulinji holy land is quiet. Among the heavy palaces, countless lights are burning in the dark hall. The novice monks walk carefully in the dark corners. The huge magnificent palace is silent at this time. Thousands of lamas and novice monks live again, and they can actually be quieter than the wilderness.

This is really not an easy task.

The rules in Tantric sects are very strict. The more emphasis is placed on high and low, the more they pay attention to the rules. Without these rules, the hierarchy of status cannot be reflected, and the solemnity and sacredness of living Buddhas will be almost impossible to maintain.

Therefore, you cannot point fingers to the living Buddha here, and you cannot lie before the living Buddha. Novice should not look at the living Buddha, and you should not talk about the living Buddha in your mouth. You should not make loud noises or act without permission. Such a solemn and sacred existence will die if you move around! Even if the officials of the Ming Dynasty in the Supreme Kingdom come, as long as they offend the authority of the living Buddha, they will be severely punished in the name of "severe sins in previous lives, questioning and slandering Buddhism."

Tibet has never been afraid to die tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of lives to safeguard the dignity of the living Buddha.

Under such circumstances, the Ming Dynasty court, which did not dare to launch a border quarrel, would certainly not risk the border unstable and would have had a stumble with the masters of the Mlinji Holy Land for a few officials.

Every day, the living Buddhas here produce hundreds of kilograms of popular incense, nectar, red and white bodhi, for the shaman lamas to take and comprehend. Only Tibetan nobles and slave owners with wisdom and Buddha nature will be given by the holy land of Zanmulinji and happily take the gifts of the master.

The lamas who used golden bottles and golden chambers to hold these holy objects, had a solemn expression and devout manner, and held these things from the place where the living Buddha lived with great devotion. A strong guardian lama held a golden plate covered with black cloth and hurried from outside the holy land, carefully avoiding the novice monks who held the holy objects and were meticulously moving towards the direction they came.

The structure of the palace is not suitable for lighting, and the lighting conditions on the plateau are not good. Under the dim butter lamp, several people stepped on the heavy woven blanket under their feet, smelling the fragrance of the mellow spices in the hall at their noses. They were exhausted and were shocked. They tightened the golden plate on their hands more cautiously, and were decorated with gorgeous agate, crystal, coral, pearls and glass.

Of course, the most common ones are gold. The eaves of the palace are erected, the corners of the house are raised, and the copper tiles are gilded. The ridge decorations are made of gilded scriptures, treasure vases, scorpion fish and gold-winged black. The walls under the eaves are decorated with gilded bronze decorations. The images are all eight treasures in Buddhist style. The columns and beams are covered with bright color paintings and gorgeous carvings.

The interior corridors of the palace in the Zanmlinji Holy Land are intertwined, the halls are mixed, and the space is unpredictable. Even people like the middle-aged guardian Lama who are familiar with the arrangements are in it, with a hint of solemnity and piety.

Along the way, the Gabala bone ornaments, spiritual pagodas, treasure pagodas and prayer flags were increasingly mysterious. The powerful thought power fluctuations intertwined in the void. Countless gilded scriptures flowed on the surrounding magical instruments from time to time, emitting a trace of glazed Buddha light. An old lama wearing a verdant hat sat upright on the lotus pier. His bones were skinny and his facial features were deeply sunken, but he was blooming with a little divine light like a Vajra in his flesh.

Seeing the middle-aged guardian lama coming in, he just silently recited the Buddha's name and asked, "But for the murder of two great lamas, Yundan Merbu and Sanbuza, I came here? The two great lamas who comply with their status were killed on the same day. I was shocked! This murderer who had no mercy on the verge of the Buddha's body was never merciless. I must not bypass him. The unit has ordered all the guardian lamas to find this person's whereabouts and will definitely seek justice for the two great lamas!"

The guardian lama replied: "Dharma King Sarogadaqin, I ordered the local nobles to search carefully, and finally found a trace of his left by him at the place where the murderer committed the crime!" After that, he presented the golden plate in his hand.

The Dharma King Sarogadaqin took the golden plate and did not watch it immediately. Instead, he stroked his hand on the black cloth covered by the golden plate and praised, "Good done!" After that, he closed his eyes silently and sensed. Whether it was the middle-aged guardian lama in the head or the eight lamas behind him, they all showed a look of awe.

The Dharma King Sarogadaqin opened his eyes suddenly and shouted, "What a thief!"

The soul has fought with the soul of the Styx who was left on the golden plate for dozens of times. Although the Styx is not in front of him, the supreme magical power of his transformation into a free demon is above the essence of a human being. Therefore, with a little first-class weak mind power, he can fight a tie until several other old lamas who look like dead people are also opened their eyes together, and they barely expelled this mind power.

The Styx was standing on the Tibetan Plateau thousands of miles away, surrounded by vast grasslands. He suddenly looked up and looked towards the direction of Lhasa, the center of the Tantric Buddhism, and chuckled: "The things of the ancestors are not that easy to take... If you want my things, then exchange them for life! I hid them all in the Gods and Demons Pictures..."

The Dharma King Sarogadaqin opened the black parcel covered on the golden plate, revealing an ice-carved jade-shaped borer below. At this time, the mental power of the Styx River above had been driven away by them, leaving only an obscure and mysterious force, and a greedy thought that made the Dharma King Sarogadaqin frightened.

"This is probably the reason why the two great lamas, Yundan Merbu and Sambuza, were killed? Such an ancient insect, even if there are only remains of remains, can have such evil roots. If it is really a ferocious thing, I still have to save it!"

The two old lamas next to him who were already dry and smiled and agreed, "Submitting the heretics is the supreme supernatural power of my Buddha. If King Saragakhadakin can subdue such ancient evil spirits, he will definitely be able to add an infinite number of supernatural powers to the Taoist throne, and his Buddhist cultivation will be beneficial. He should be the first Dharma King in the sect!"

Even though the skin of Sarogadaqin had been polished like diamonds, he could not help but smile. He picked up the jade insect on the golden plate and opened his mouth to recite the obscure Sanskrit sound. The infinite Buddha light emanated from behind his head and condensed towards the jade insect in his hand.

The River Styx thousands of miles away sensed a delicate mind power that wanted to infect the essence of Han Mo, but Han Mo was originally a alien demon with endless Yin Demons in the God and Demon Picture. If it had its essence, it was also the essence of the Desire Realm Demon. After receiving that mind power, it was about to start clamoring. The River Styx suppressed it and activated dozens of heavenly demons in the God and Demon Picture to infect them with supreme thought power.

In the holy land of Zanmulinji, the Dharma King Sarogadaqin smiled and his mouth was even more meditating. He had already felt that his Buddhist mind power invaded the essence of Han Moth, and seemed to be able to control most of the power of this strange insect shed. He was about to succeed, and he couldn't help but feel happy, but in an instant, the Han Moth in his hand suddenly changed.

He woke up in an instant and drilled into the mouth of King Sarogadaqin like lightning, and turned into a cold current along the trachea, and was about to penetrate into the internal organs of King Sarogadaqin.

The face of the Sarogadaqin changed drastically. He hurriedly suppressed it with his thoughts, but where could he suppress it?

His body suddenly swelled up, and his dry muscles and bones quickly revived, becoming full and swollen. The glass-like Buddha light flowed in the body. A Vajra-like body recovered in front of everyone. His hands formed a seal of Tantric Buddhism and shouted loudly: "My junior brothers, please come quickly..."

The thin old lama next to him suddenly stood up. At this time, the Dharma King Sarogadaqin could no longer bear it, so he pulled his feet up and jumped off the bed. As soon as he took a step, a thin layer of ice appeared on his chest. After two extremely fast steps, the Dharma King Sarogadaqin was frozen into a statue. A cold moth with a thumb was drilled out of his chest and suddenly expanded to the size of a water tank.

The giant cold moth flapped its wings and buzzed, and then it exploded into tens of thousands of cold stars in the hall. Then countless cold stars gathered together and drilled into the bodies of the remaining people in the hall. In an instant, they swallowed their essence and blood and drew them into mummies.

These cold moths crawled into the dried corpses again, and the soul of the Dharma King Sarogadaqin was still frozen in his body. At this time, you could feel that countless alien demons like Han moths were attached to their souls and swallowed them greedily.
Chapter completed!