When Xu Hong finished speaking, people's attention immediately shifted to Xu Hong.
Jeb couldn't help but panic when he saw so many people looking at him.
In the past, when he was at the Dharma Altar Shijing, believers did not dare to look at him at all, and just lowered their heads to listen to him preaching the Dharma.
The status of the two is completely unequal. He is the secular disciple of Buddha and the spokesperson of Buddha.
His meaning is what the Buddha meant, and believers can only execute it and cannot resist.
He was so high up at that time, and he felt so fulfilled when he saw thousands of believers worshiping him.
He seemed to be sitting on the clouds, looking down at these living beings.
In Jeb's eyes, these living beings are nothing more than ants.
If a believer is a group of ants, and he is the ant king, the group of ants should circle around him.
He now hates the Han people extremely. If there were no Han people, he would still be the superior Rinpoche.
He hated Xu Hong even more. If it weren't for him, he would still be accepting the worship of these ants.
Although Xu Hong gave him a chance to prove that he was Rinpoche.
But although this opportunity is an opportunity to restore his honor, it is also an opportunity to kill him.
In Lamaism, turning the human body into a magical instrument is beyond your imagination.
It is not as simple as taking the relics. The relics are made by burning the corpses of eminent monks after their death.
Contrary to the relics, the person selected to make the magical artifact must be a living person, not a dead person.
However, the made ritual instrument is also a ritual bowl, gavel, and ritual trumpet made of human bones.
What kind of process is this? It is a very sacred and cruel process.
To say it is sacred means that it is a matter of immeasurable merit and truly dedicates oneself to Buddha and Bodhisattvas.
It is said to be cruel because during the production process, the bones are taken out from a living human body.
When it is taken out, the human body cannot struggle yet. The harder it struggles, the worse the effect of the made magic weapon will be.
The process of making a magical weapon is of course extremely painful.
It is more painful than the surgery of later generations, and the surgery also uses anesthetic drugs. It does not use anesthetic drugs at all.
Perhaps, what can be compared to it is the vivisection of the human body in later generations.
For example, livestock, chickens and ducks must struggle desperately during the slaughtering process, commonly known as a death struggle.
But during the production process of the magic weapon, you can't struggle.
It can be said that this production process is not only extremely painful, but also impossible to struggle.
Only those who can achieve this in this process are the kind of people who are willing to die and are truly enlightened monks.
They see through life and death and yearn for the Western Paradise; they see through the world of mortals and are wrapped in skins like clothing.
Their practice has reached an extremely high level, truly transcending the world.
At this point, their skin is of no use, and it also binds their souls to ascend to the paradise world.
Since the soul can ascend to the paradise world, it is better to make a magic weapon than discard the skin like a rag.
Just as cultivators have to go through a lot of hardships during the process of ascending to heaven, they also have to go through the pain of making magic weapons out of skins.
The more pain and tribulations a cultivator has to endure during the calamity, the higher the quality of their immortality will be.
In the same way, the more pain an enlightened monk suffers during the ascension process, the greater his hope of becoming a Buddha.
Of course, the more eminent a monk is, the better the magic weapon will be.
They turn their skins into magical instruments to benefit the world, or to use them as mantles, and their merits will naturally be immeasurable.
But here comes the problem. These so-called eminent monks all cherish their legal bodies or skins, so what should they do with their magical weapons?
They defeated slaves like Lanson because they were beasts.
Although they were humans, in Tubo's eyes, they were just talking beasts.
Since all animals must be slaughtered, then animals that can talk can also be slaughtered. This is the reason found by the lama.
Real animals struggle during the slaughtering process. What should we do if these talking animals struggle?
These lamas figured out a way. If you are going to struggle, then your family members will be made into ritual objects together.
After hearing the lama's threatening words, the slave had no choice but to endure inhuman pain and watch himself being made into a magical instrument from living life by the lama.
Now in the eyes of believers, Rinpoche is indeed superior and has the qualifications to be promoted to Feitian or Vajra.
His Dharma body is made into a magical weapon, which is far more effective than a talking beast. His merits are immeasurable, and he can even be promoted to Feitian or even Bodhisattva.
Buddhism is divided into levels, including Buddha, Bodhisattva, Guanyin, Arhat, Vajra, Satsuma, Messenger, Feitian and so on.
Jebu looked at the expectant eyes of the believers and shouted in his heart: "Lao Ne doesn't want to become some Feitian or Vajra. Lao Ne just continues to be a disciple of Buddha in the world, becomes Rinpoche, and continues to accept your worship. That is too great Lao Ne really can't bear the pain."
But you can't say this. If you say it, you will slap yourself in the face and turn yourself from Rinpoche into a mortal who is worse than an animal.
Lamas can ask these talking beasts not to struggle, but they, the superior Rinpoches, just lecture on Buddhist scriptures at the Buddhist altar and accept the worship of believers.
As for why Lang Sheng was made into a magical weapon, it was because they had committed serious sins in their previous lives, and they deserved what they deserved. They should atone for their sins in their previous lives.
To put it bluntly, the fate of these talking beasts is not good, but the fate of their lamas is too good.
But Jeb didn't expect that today would turn around, and it would be the moment when someone asked him to make a magic weapon.
Xu Hong spoke very beautifully, saying that he would be given a chance to prove that he was Khenpo and Rinpoche.
But what kind of opportunity is this? An opportunity for Lao Ne to die, an opportunity for Lao Ne to endure the most painful pain in the world, an opportunity for Lao Ne to not become Khenpo and Rinpoche in the world.
Thinking of this, Jebu wanted to yell. Since he wanted to prove that Lao Ne was Rinpoche, why couldn't he lecture on the scriptures and why should he make a magical instrument?
But now he can't say it, it would be even more embarrassing to say it.
"Lao Ne's cultivation is not enough, and he has not reached the realm of the Western Paradise." He thought for a while, and finally found a reason why he didn't want to become a magical weapon.
In Jebu's view, Tubo was not yet a Han people's world, and Jia Luo was still the right prime minister, and he was the Dharma King.
The lamas all over the world are on the same page, and the Han people in the security team are not only slapping themselves in the face, but also slapping Jialuo in the face.
If Jialuo doesn't save himself, it will be Jialuo's turn next.
It is precisely because of Jialuo that Jeb still has luck in his heart.
Hearing this, all the believers were disappointed, and the lama even looked ugly.
This was Jeb's last chance to prove that he was Khenbu and that he was Rinpoche. Unexpectedly, Jeb gave up.
The believers were just disappointed, while the lamas felt uncomfortable.
Jebu not only represents himself, but also represents Nanzhao Temple and the entire lama.
His actions not only destroyed himself, but also destroyed Nanzhao Temple, and completely destroyed the lama's image among believers.
Skinning and killing people to make magical weapons is your order, Jeb.
Since you gave the order, you will naturally bear the consequences.
If you just want to enjoy the power of the Khenpo but do not fulfill the obligations of the Khenpo, how can there be such good things in the world?
Several masters looked at it with wry smiles on their faces.
Just now, they were centered on Jeb, but now they were at a distance from Jeb. Each of them was at least three feet away.
Seeing that the master had quietly distanced himself from Jebu, the other lamas immediately followed.
Not only was the master now some distance away from him, but all the lamas were now at least three feet away from Jebu, including several of his direct disciples.
Now not only the master and others cannot look up to him, but also his direct disciples look down on him.
During the Pingming Dynasty, Jebu made great use of his words and made himself extremely tall, so that the world, especially believers, could only worship him.
Unexpectedly, Xu Hong, a Han man, turned into a little insect worse than a beast under a few words and words.
Xu Hong glanced at Jeb with great disdain, took the sound transmitting instrument, and glanced at everyone present.
He saw everyone's eyes now returning from Jeb to him, and nodded.
"I thought Jebu was a Khenpo or a Rinpoche," Xu Hong sighed and said loudly, "Now it seems I was wrong. Facts have proven that he is a devil, a beast, and a liar. .”
Hearing this, all the believers could not help but lower their heads in sadness, and some even cried.
If the believers are just disappointed and sad, and the lamas cover their faces, they really have no face to see others.
"Since he is a demon, a beast, and a liar, he still claims to be a Khenpo or a Rinpoche." After saying that, Xu Hong spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm in the direction of Jebu, "Bah."
This sound can be heard not only by the security team, but also by all believers present.
They were not deaf, they heard this voice through the security team's microphone.
After speaking, Xu Hong looked at his men.
Now he has exposed Jeb's ugly true face to the broad daylight, but that's not enough.
There were so many people at the scene, there were thousands of believers alone.
Only by winning the approval of believers can Jeb be truly trampled to the ground and never be able to stand up again.
The first person to shout was Xu Hong's brother Xu Yang. He rushed forward and shouted into the microphone: "Jeb, you devil, you should go back to the 18th level of hell. Don't be embarrassed here. Bah."
After saying that, he spat hard in the direction of Jeb.
Sure enough, they are brothers. Brothers are of the same mind, and their sharpness can break metal.
"Bah, you are a beast, a sanctimonious beast, a beast in clothes." A soldier from the security regiment stepped forward and spat.
This person was a corps commander and one of his subordinates, so he naturally stepped forward to support him.
Another of his team leaders also stepped forward and shouted at the sound-transmitting weapon: "Jeb, you are a complete liar, bah."
Xu Hong's men were already dissatisfied with Jeb, and when they saw the opportunity to disgust Jeb, they all couldn't help but be overjoyed.
With the three of them watching, all the security officers stepped forward to face the sound transmitting instrument, scolding Jeb and spitting at the same time.
Suddenly, the sound of bah bah was endless, echoing in the sky above Qingtang City.
The officers and soldiers of the security group spit out their saliva, but they can only represent the Han people in the security group.
The security team only raised the atmosphere at the scene, but the key was the believers.
While Jeb was reciting the six-character mantra, his ears were actually placed on the sound transmitting instrument.
Although these bah-bah sounds are endless, he is extremely thick-skinned.
The reason why he can have such a high status in Qingtang City is that he still has tens of thousands of followers. This is the basis for him to gain a foothold in Qingtang City.
He looked at these believers, and they still had prayer wheels in their hands.
Prayer wheels are extremely expensive, at least made of copper, even more expensive than a house.
Prayer wheels are so expensive, but these devotees still hold them.
What does this mean? It means that they have not given up on Lamaism.
And he, Jebu, is still a temple khenbu, and any believer who has not given up the prayer wheel proves that he has not given up on him as a khenbu.
Jebu knew this, the lama knew this, the security team knew this, and Xu Hong knew this even more.
Now both sides understand that believers have become the key!
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