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Chapter 703: White Bone View

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    I had known about the mysteries of Tantric Buddhism before, and had heard of skull bowls, but I didn¡¯t expect that I was holding one in my hand. It would be nonsense to say that I didn¡¯t have any reaction in my heart.

    Liu Dajin saw that I was holding a Gabala bowl and didn't know what to do, so he snickered and said: "I said Master Bu, are you okay? Usually when you are bragging, you are just a piece of meat. What's going on now?"  You¡¯ve become a fool!¡±

    Nonsense, you know, I almost drank with a human skull just now, how can I not get goosebumps all over my body!

    Liu Dajin explained: "Actually, there is nothing to be afraid of. First of all, this skull is not an ordinary skull. It was made by an accomplished lama in accordance with his last wishes during his lifetime. It is not just a random skull. Secondly, this is Dharma."  Vessel. When Tantric practitioners hold the initiation ceremony, they fill the initiation pot with holy water, and the wine contained in this vessel is part of the conferment of tantra. Let me tell you this, the Living Buddha is eighty-eight years old, and you are the first  If you get such a heavy gift, come and drink one!"

    "Pull it down, I've accepted the favor, but we still can't afford this thing!" I quickly stuffed the Gabala bowl into Lao Shi's accompanying package, took out an instant noodle bucket, and started drinking.

    This highland barley wine is different from the wine from the mainland. It is crystal clear, has a pure fragrance, and has a taste of vanilla. The key is that it has a long aftertaste, is not overpowering, and does not dry out the mouth. It tastes particularly refreshing.  The roasted yak meat is also very chewy, especially the beef tendons, which are chewy.

    The few of us ate meat, drank wine, and chatted, and we didn¡¯t stop until all three barrels of highland barley wine were drunk.

    After the meal, each of them was holding a bowl of yogurt and slurping and talking around the stove. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Xiao Shu and Qi Ye quickly returned to their respective places. With a quick move, the little lama pushed the door open and came in!

    The little lama looked at the three barrels of wine that were empty, and the large portion of meat was gone. He couldn't help but shook his head and said: "Brother Dajin, are you friends fleeing from the mainland?"

    Liu Dajin smiled and said: "Isn't that good? They are so poor and have never eaten meat. They catch a grasshopper and roast it and they still have to eat it! Tell me, what's up? I'm a busy little junior brother who has to go out in the middle of the night.  "

    The little lama looked at me, bowed and said, "Mr. Luo, the living Buddha has invited you. He invites you to drink tea."

    I was stunned and asked: "Now?"

    I drank a lot of wine just now, and now my face is red and my breath is full of alcohol. Isn¡¯t it too rude to go to see the living Buddha?

    The young lama nodded and said: "It is now, the Living Buddha has said, please let your wife go with you."

    Liu Dajin Zhang Luo said: "In that case, I will accompany you there."

    The little lama put his hands together and smiled and said: "Brother Dajin, the Living Buddha said that he doesn't want to see you, saying that he has seen enough of your big face!"

    Liu Dajin pursed his lips and muttered innocently: "It's impossible for a living Buddha to say this! Do I have a big face? I have such a serious slap face!"

    This little lama was a little interesting. He grinned and said, "I added the last sentence myself. Why, aren't you a big-hearted person? My Lord, Buddha, must you be honest?"

    ¡°I don¡¯t know why this living Buddha invited me to drink tea in the middle of the night, but if you go into the mountains to ask the gods or go into the water to ask the uncles, you have to listen to others¡¯ orders in other people¡¯s temples. It¡¯s not appropriate not to go.  I got up, washed my face, felt refreshed, and followed the little lama out with Cang Yan.

    When we arrived at the Living Buddha's living room, the room was already filled with the aroma of butter tea.  The living Buddha actually came to greet him personally and gave Cang Yan a bunch of silver-white hada.  Fortunately, Cang Yan only tasted it briefly and was much more awake than me, so she quickly bent down to receive the gift.

    As soon as he sat down, the Living Buddha suddenly glanced at the two cups of butter tea on the table and said to the young lama: "Two more cups."

    The little lama was stunned and whispered: "Living Buddha, are there any other guests?"

    The living Buddha smiled and said: "The visible is a guest, and the invisible is also a guest. Why don't you two come out and have a cup of rich butter tea?"

    I¡¯m not stupid. Obviously, this living Buddha has noticed the existence of Xiao Shu and Qi Ye.  However, it would be best for Xiao Shu and Qi Ye not to appear in this kind of scene. There is a statue of Padmasambhava opposite, so even drinking tea must be done with trepidation.

    "The Living Buddha is too polite, so they will be excused, but I will thank you on their behalf!" I stood up and said respectfully.

    After the little lama went out, the Living Buddha said with a smile: "The donor is going to Quzi with his two ladies and the family god!"

    Two ladies?

    "You're just joking, this is my girlfriend. As for the other things"

    Before I finished speaking, the Living Buddha waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, fate in this world is divided into two realms: innate and acquired. Who can tell clearly in the future?"

    I scratched my head and quickly changed the subject: "II really wanted to go to Quzi, but I don¡¯t know how the living Buddha figured it out.  "

    The living Buddha gently turned the beads, glanced at the luminous light outside the trapezoidal window and said: "Kunlun develops eight meridians, three dragons give birth to China, the earth's energy changes, and everything is bright. The donor looked at the floating clouds in the night outside, seeming to want to leave,  It's light and weak, and the wind is intermittent. This is a change in the earth's veins! Although I am a person who has entered the Dharma, I should have no desires and desires, but my roots are in China, how can I be indifferent? I was still worried at first, but look  Come to the descendants of the Little Saint and Empress Shi, this is the blessing of the Sunda Dragon!"

    The old lama said in this conversation that my clouds and mountains are surrounded by mist. Does he mean that there are already signs of changes in the earth's veins?  But who are the descendants of the Little Saint and Queen Shi?  Those who can be called saints are only the ancestors of the prehistoric times and the sages of Confucius. You can¡¯t be talking about me, right?  As for the Shihuang family, they are descendants of the Emperor Suiren, the Emperor Fuxi, and the Emperor Shennong. The most famous one is Cangjie, the originator of Chinese characters

    "This trip to the little benefactor is a great blessing. The lama is here to offer tea instead of wine to congratulate you!" the Living Buddha said, holding up the butter tea.

    The Living Buddha¡¯s words pulled me out of my thoughts. Cangyan and I hurriedly picked up the tea and took a sip.

    "Living Buddha, to tell you the truth, this trip is of great significance. I don't have the confidence yet. How can you know that it will be a blessing?" I put down the teacup and asked seriously.

    The living Buddha looked at me carefully and said solemnly: "The secret practice of White Bone Viewing 1 says that form is empty. After everyone gets rid of their attachment to the body, they are all white bones. Previously, when the light of the auspicious Heavenly Mother Buddha shone, even I was in front of the Buddha.  Although he has a mortal body, he is surrounded by purple light and does not reveal his bones. Therefore, the lama can conclude that the young gentleman is definitely an ordinary person, and this trip is for the sake of Lang Lang's righteous path, so it is bound to succeed!"

    We, Cangyan, chatted with the Living Buddha for half the night. Although I still didn¡¯t understand some things, I got encouragement from the Living Buddha and I became full of confidence.

    The third day was the Butter Lantern Festival in the Tibetan calendar. Niden Monastery was particularly lively. Thousands of believers came to the gathering. A few of us also became honored guests here and had a great time.

    On the fourth day, we said goodbye to the lama, and Liu Dajin took us to Quzi.  In the first section of the journey, you need to reach the passing ox cart, and you can only take a bus when you reach the southern highway. So despite the fact that there is still some time before February 2, we have to go!

    On the way, they talked about the snowstorm on the bus. Liu Dajin said that he knew the lama in red and had practiced asceticism together before. He was a very good person.  The small monastery where he lives is not far ahead, we can visit it.

    Having been riding on the bullock cart for a long time, we were also a little thirsty, so we walked towards the small temple.

    I don¡¯t know why, but I saw a group of black crows hovering in the sky over the temple from a distance, not just ten or eight, but hundreds of them. The crows made people panic!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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