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Chapter 571 Shushan Extra 3: The Wrath of the Demon

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    Shushan extra chapter 2, the devil is angry

    Qiongda Chi bare his body and came out from under the waterfall. There is abundant rainfall in the Yarlung Zangbo River Gorge in southern Tibet. The huge differences in the plateau terrain have created many natural waterfalls. It was still early in the morning, and a thin layer of frost condensed on the stone ground. Qiongda  He cut his palm open with the edge of the vajra prong and sprinkled the blood on the altar, which immediately turned into blood frost.

    Long flags woven from dead people's hair fluttered in the strong wind on the plateau, and the simple altar was just a pile of rocks.

    Qiongda drank a strange liquid mixed with Datura flowers, the blood of cattle and sheep, and the venom of poisonous snakes, poisonous scorpions, and poisonous centipedes. While using red paint stained with his own blood, he painted some mysterious runes on his body.  The magic text, together with the blue tattoos on his body, exudes all kinds of strange fluctuations of thought power.

    If there are monks who are proficient in magic spells here, they will be able to see that these are some simple Asura magic pots. Many people in the side sect will use them to sacrifice some side sect magic weapons such as bone flags and ghost bags, but Qiong  Da Mana's power is shallow, and even casting such a curse spell requires draining his own life force.

    Soon, under the influence of the narcotics mixed in those drugs, Qiongda's consciousness fell into ignorance and chaos. The magic pot on his body and this simple altar together stirred up an indescribable consciousness.

    Qiongda was trembling all over, foaming at the mouth, chanting incantations loudly in a chaotic and trembling tone, pulling all kinds of secret demons in the void down to the altar. On a small man tied with highland barley stalks, dozens of  In a manor of a local nobleman outside, the old man lying on the big bed suddenly let out a miserable howl. It was as if he had been stung by invisible poisonous insects, with black and blue wounds appearing on his body.

    The guards in the manor armed with scimitars suddenly woke up and hurriedly found the noble lama. He held a prayer wheel and recited scriptures for the noble old man beside the bed. As the mysterious Zen music and Sanskrit chants echoed in the room, his whole body was filled with excitement.  The trembling old man gradually calmed down.

    Seeing the old man sleeping, the middle-aged man next to him asked cautiously: "Master, is that devil still cursing the master?"

    The lama was silent for a long time before he replied: "My magic power can only temporarily calm Master Huokang's pain. Although it can block the devil's curse, Master Huokang's condition will not improve if this continues for a long time. You should go  Please ask the masters from Jokhang Temple or Potala Palace to quell this curse!"

    The middle-aged Tibetan replied in a low voice: "My young master has already gone to invite the great lama Sambuza Can we buy time for the great lama to come?"

    The lama thought for a while and then ordered: "Give Mr. Huo Kang some nectar pills. Every day, he will sacrifice a mixture of cow, sheep, human blood, human intestines, liver and heart and lungs to Mahakala. Serve it in a skull bowl."  water, wipe his body, anoint his wounds with ghee and human oil it should last until two months later.¡±

    "That devil is not very powerful, he is just more cunning and vicious. The magic he learned from the Han people is not enough to compete with the power of Buddha!"

    The curse lasted for an hour before Mr. Huo Kang completely calmed down and fell asleep from exhaustion. On the mountain pass dozens of miles away, Qiongda fell limply to the ground. He was covered in sweat, and his tired body could even use an antelope.  Killing him with a horn, Qiongda crawled feebly like the neatly stacked clothes next to him, and took out a rough gaw carved from wood.

    Qiongda¡¯s tired face suddenly burst into tears, and she sobbed in a low voice, shouting feebly in Tibetan: ¡°Gelsang! Kelsang! Eminem, father!¡±

    In Tibetan, Gesang means good times, happiness, and represents a good wish. It is very rare for serfs to have daughters with names. If they can be given this beautiful name, it represents the love and love of their family.  expect.

    And it is even more rare for this name to be used on a mute Tibetan girl.

    Qiongda's formerly plump skin was now sunken and skinny, with frosty white hair appearing on his temples, and deep wrinkles on his face. Such a situation appearing on a young man in his twenties represents  His essence and blood have been exhausted, and his life span has been greatly damaged. Conservative estimates suggest that he will not live for twenty years.

    The medicinal properties of Datura flowers have not faded yet, and it is rare that Qiongda does not fall into deep and deep-seated memories of hatred. He pinches the worn-out Gawu and falls into a dream-like hallucination. He vaguely sees his beautiful sister,  Holding Gesang flowers in the sun, smiling as beautifully as the auspicious goddess, he dreamed of his father and mother, whose faces were blurred, the fragrance of butter tea, the sweetness of highland barley

    And the beauty and generosity of the dream girl Suolang Tsomu

    Finally he saw a drum set with bones of lapis lazuli, red coral and Tibetan silver.?? and life, the secret demon in the body wailed and turned into fuel. The infinite power made Qiongda rise into the sky, piercing the sky like a comet, and flew to the side where his soul was sensing.

    At Huo Kang¡¯s house, the great lama opened his eyes suddenly and shouted: ¡°Devil, you still dare to come here!¡±

    The great lama held the vajra in his hand, and his body suddenly rose three feet tall, like a giant vajra, waving the vajra in the sky. The red lotus karma fire in the sky wrapped a skeleton, looking up to the sky and roaring, with blood-red flames burning in his eyes.  The fist was swung like a hammer, and it hit the lama fiercely. The Vajra-like dharma of the Tantric Sect was shattered like porcelain.

    Thoughts that he thought were as pure as diamonds burned fiercely when encountering karma fire. As soon as the great lama took a breath, his soul was drawn out by the karma fire and burned up in the wail. The karma fire skeleton, with hands like knives, killed wantonly.  Everything I saw.

    During this day and night, the herdsmen could see the direction of Mr. Huokang's manor. The red fire dyed the sky red. Finally, in the sea of ??countless flame flowers blooming like red lotuses and flowers on the other side, a skeleton hugged the shadow of a beautiful girl.  Entering a peaceful and peaceful world.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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