Lao Wang carried the jar and waded through the swamp, carefully placing it on the ground. Everyone gathered around to take a look.
Old Wang tried to open the jar, but he could not. Someone said to break the jar and see what was inside. Lao Wang felt that it was inappropriate. This jar looked ancient and had been around for a long time. Even if it was empty, it was an antique with great research value. It would be a pity to smash it.
The lid of the altar was covered with a black red flower that seemed to be budding. The flower was hanging upside down. Although the altar body was the same red flower on a black background, the patterns were twisted into a strange appearance. Hojakai noticed that each petal on the lid matched the pattern on the altar. There was a complete seal between the lid and the body of the altar. It seemed that it had not been opened since the day the altar was sealed.
Lu Yue looked at the pattern. This was the second time she had seen such a pattern. The first time was on the Miao girl's ring. Mother's notebook mentioned that the flower was on an old black jar with red flowers. And that jar was worshipped on an extremely ancient temple altar.
According to the notebook, since the Tibetan aborigines believed in the primitive religion, they began to worship. This temple was repaired and rebuilt by generations of Benz believers, but no one dared to touch this mysterious jar. It had been at least a thousand years.
Lu Yue did not understand where the temple had gone. Thinking of the many sacrifices in the swamp, it was very likely that the swamp was once the original location of the temple. Earthquakes in Tibet were very frequent. Although the magnitude of the earthquake was not large, it was still very likely to destroy a temple that had been in disrepair for a long time.
Miao Nu and Guru Luoba carefully looked at the patterns on the jar. Their expressions changed drastically, and even their actions changed.
Guru Loba said excitedly," The oracle, the oracle has appeared.”Seeing that everyone was stunned, he told everyone a legendary story that had been passed down for a long time.
It was said that on the Moerduo Divine Mountain, there was a Ningma Sect master with a very high cultivation level who had been cultivating in seclusion on this mountain for a long time. On the day he was about to come out of seclusion, a ray of multicolored light stretched into the distance. Seeing this strange phenomenon, the Master came out of seclusion. He stepped on the multicolored light and followed the light path to the peak of the Mordor Divine Mountain.
It was a mountain peak that was rarely visited by humans. It was strangely beautiful and steep. The mountain peak was covered in white snow. On the top of the mountain, facing the sun, there was a strange flower that emitted rainbow-like light. The light was emitted from there.
The Master climbed up the mountain without fear of hardship and came to the side of the strange flower. He saw a blood-red, crystal clear bug lying in the heart of the strange flower.
The Guru was amazed. He plucked the strange flower and brought it back to the place of cultivation along with the strange insects. In the beginning, the insect only ate the petals of the strange flower. After seven days, the petals of the strange flower were all eaten up. The master fed it with the morning dew that was illuminated by the first ray of sunlight every day and the first moon flower under the moon.
The strange insect gradually grew, and its body was twice as big as before. It became even more crystalline, and its entire body gradually emitted a faint red halo.
When the Guru's merit was about to be completed, he would take a bath and change his clothes. Then, he would recite scriptures in reverence. Then, he would sit in the place where he practiced, facing the rising sun, and inject the spiritual energy formed by his lifetime of cultivation into the strange insect.
The insect's faint red glow suddenly increased, and it released a dazzling light that was several meters long. Fifteen minutes later, the light slowly shrank and finally returned to the insect's body. Now, the insect had become a spirit insect.
Three years later, the disciple of the Guru came and found the body of the Guru. He was still sitting with a smile on his face. His body was not rotten nor dry, and he became a Bodhisattva in the flesh. The spiritual insect beside him had completely digested and absorbed the spiritual energy of the master. The light emitted by its body turned into a red flame and a yellow light of enlightenment.
The disciples of the Guru took the body of the Guru back and built a temple to worship it. The temple was famous for having a Guru's body and spiritual insects, and more and more eminent monks came because of its reputation.
Every time a cultivator's merit reached perfection, they would inject their spiritual energy into the spirit bug. The more spiritual energy the spirit bug absorbed, the stronger its spiritual energy would be, and the light on its body would have an additional color.
When the light on the spirit insect reached six colors, the spirit insect already had the Buddha nature. It only needed a green life light to become a Buddha. Become the Holy Buddha of Light.
Until one day, a heretic cult believer came. Everything in the world was like this. There was always a difference between good and evil.
The heretic cult followers were extremely talented, but unfortunately, they were eccentric and were led by evil spirits when they were young, falling into the evil path. He had cultivated profound magic power and evil arts. The heretic cult believer had heard of the magical abilities of the spirit insects and had come here to subdue them to increase his cultivation and skills.
Of course, the spirit insects were unwilling to submit to the cultists, so they fought with them. After fighting for nine days and nine nights, the heretic cult believer fought against the cultivation of the six masters in the spirit insect alone, and he was actually not at a disadvantage. Both sides were evenly matched.
The cultists used all their strength to fight against the spirit insects. The wind blew, the rain and snow raged, and countless people and animals were injured. The cultists only wanted to win, and the more they fought, the more evil they became. The spirit insect pitied the people of the world and could not bear to do so. It withdrew its magic power and was taken advantage of by the heretic cult believer to use the dark clouds to control it.
The Spirit Insects had always refused to be used by the cultists. The cultists wanted to destroy the Spirit Insects, but it was a pity that the Spirit Insects were spiritual creatures born from heaven and earth, so they were unwilling to do so. In the end, when the cultist's life was about to end, he would forcefully inject all the evil techniques and demonic nature he had cultivated in his life into the body of the spirit insect that was being held hostage. Even if he couldn't obtain it when he was alive, he had to turn it into himself after he died.
The spirit bug had been forcefully absorbed by the evil cult believer's spiritual elemental energy. Its power had increased greatly, but its temperament had changed greatly. The spirit bug broke through the dark cloud, and the light around its body had seven colors. The seventh color was the black light of death. Because the cultist's cultivation was very high, the spirit bug was enveloped in a black halo. It suppressed the other six lights.
The spirit insect that had changed its temperament often did evil and hurt people. Because of its high strength, no one could do anything to it. The local people were plunged into misery and suffering, and people began to migrate.
There was a young monk called Nima Gyatso in the temple. Before the spiritual insects were taken away by the cultists, he often served them carefully and the spiritual insects played with him. Now, the little monk had become the Nima Gyatso Great Khenpo with profound Buddhism.
Every day, the Great Khenpo would recite scriptures to the spirit insects. The Great Khenpo hoped that the spirit insects could regain their original nature. There were times when the spirit insects did evil again, stirring up a strong wind to destroy everything. Nima Gyatso sat cross-legged in the strong wind and chanted loudly. The strong wind swept him high into the sky, but he continued to chant.
The Great Khenpo fell from the sky. Seeing that he had died on the spot, the spirit insect remembered how he had served it meticulously when he was young and how clever and cute he had been when playing with him. For a moment, it felt sympathetic.
The spirit insect picked up the Great Khenpo and gently put it down. The Great Khenpo did not stop chanting for even a moment. Still sitting cross-legged. The spirit insect gained a lot of insights. As he listened to the scriptures quietly on the ground, the evil thoughts in his heart gradually disappeared.
The Great Khenpo knew that the magic power of the cultists could not be eliminated in a short period of time. He carried out the altar of hell that had been passed down from ancient times and once worshipped Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. When the nature of the spiritual insect was slightly clear, he invited it in and sealed it in the altar with the fearless hand seal of Buddhism. He let it listen to the Great Khenpo recite scriptures every day to help the spirit bugs recover their nature.
After an unknown number of years, after the Great Khenpo passed away, the other profound Buddhist cultivators also chanted sutras to the spiritual insects every day. Later, there was a heavenly fire that destroyed the temple. From then on, the Altar of Hell mysteriously disappeared…
Guru Loba said,"If this is the Altar of Hell, then there are sealed spiritual insects inside." However, he did not know why he had appeared here.”Luoba's words left everyone speechless, not knowing what to say.
Old Wang asked," It's like listening to a book. It's so detailed. How can it be true?”Luoba was very unhappy because he was questioned. He said," This has always been a legend passed down in our sect. Although there are no written records, it has been passed down for thousands of years and passed down from generation to generation.”
Lu Yue explained," In the absence of written records, people would pass on what happened by word of mouth. Word of mouth is the most widespread and long-lasting. It was just that people had their own understanding and understanding of it, and it gradually evolved into a legendary story.”
Guru Loba said approvingly,"Things that cannot be explained are not false. The Honghua phenomenon of the Living Buddha had not been explained by the Han people until now, but there were so many written records and eyewitnesses who had seen it with their own eyes.”
Indeed, in 1980, the Yurabhikhu Mindachram of the Qamdo Prefecture passed away. His original body, which was more than 1.7 meters tall, shrunk to more than 20 centimeters. Their bodies emitted a red light. Some Living Buddhas turned into rainbows and flew up, leaving nothing behind as they entered the Pure Land of Emptiness.
Lu Yue believed it. No one would believe her interaction with the dog, but it was true. Hojake believed it. After experiencing so many life-and-death situations, he had an unexplainable premonition that would remind him of where the danger was.
The Miao girl couldn't hold back her emotions and asked," I heard that after the spirit bug was injected with the cultivation of the evil spirit by the cultists, it used its thoughts to control other living beings to make people sick or even crazy?”
Guru Loba said,"That's true. How do you know?"”
Miao Nu said," Miao Gu and hidden Gu have the same origin. All Gu actually come from the same source, which is the Gu King. If this jar is really the spirit worm you mentioned, then it is the source of all Gu in the world, the only King of Gu.”
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