Chapter 400: Fatal Disaster, Difficult Mistake to Make Up for

Gao Song did not hesitate. He pinched the soul-calming witch seal with his left hand, and a crack appeared on the second joint of the index finger of his other hand, from which a black bead emerged and circled around itself.

The next second, rhythmic knocking sounds were heard, and a double-sided hand drum emerged from behind the fat lama, and waves of sharp and high-pitched sound waves attacked Gao Song.

When the light green ripples came to Gao Song, he felt a piercing sound in his ears, his head was splitting, his bones felt like they were being bitten by ants, and the itching was unbearable. Fortunately, the black bead trembled slightly, rippling out circles of black light, like a blooming lotus, blocking the incoming ripples, and Gao Song felt better.

The fat lama caught the hand drum, which is also called the Yin-Yang drum. It is made from the skulls of two accomplished practitioners, one male and one female, one yin and one yang, and covered with a piece of skin from their hearts. When refining it, two people who truly love each other are tortured to death in a cruel way, and then their souls are forcibly taken out. The skulls are facing each other to form one side of the hand drum, separated on both sides. They are a match made in heaven, but they cannot see each other, which arouses great resentment and hatred, making it even more powerful.

"I said that you were short of magic power and you would not be able to escape far. This method of waiting for the rabbit to come to you and resting while you are tired is indeed effective." The fat lama fiddled with the hand drum, making waves of magical sounds, and spoke.

"Master Gao," the thin lama stepped forward and bowed, "We only seek wealth. As long as you tell me the inheritance you are carrying, I will swear in the name of Padmasambhava to let you go. What do you think?"

He glanced at the black bead beside Gao Song. Although the bead looked inconspicuous, it was actually the condensation of pure ghost and god power. Although the thin lama was powerful in Tibet and had countless believers, and he also had miscellaneous inheritances such as Tantric Buddhism and Bon religion, he did not have the means to extract it so purely.

"If you can obtain this method of ghosts and gods, and add my bone tools and soul tools, you will definitely be able to achieve perfection in spirit, bones and flesh, and you may be able to attain the Buddha's fetus and Vajra."

The thin lama said silently in his heart. Seeing that Gao Song did not speak, he shook his cassock, which rustled. "If Mr. Gao does not agree, I also have some means to extract souls and refine spirits. First ask this cassock made of 400 brow bones of great monks whether it agrees."

The monk's robe was bright red and yellow, and the fabric was not rare, but from the skinny lama's chest to the bottom of the robe, there were strings of human bone belts crisscrossing each other, which looked terrifying.

Gao Song was on high alert, not daring to relax at all. Hearing the thin lama's words, he just laughed at himself: "Although Gao is not a good person, he does not want to associate with you, not to mention sacrificing his Dharma to save his life." He looked at the bones on the two lamas and said, "You keep saying that you are the Tibetan secret Buddhist tradition, but what you say and do is not merciful at all. If my Dharma falls into your hands, I don't know how many innocent souls will be buried!"

He smiled casually: "I am a person who wants to find a destiny in this life, and I don't want to be burdened by karma and end up in the cycle of reincarnation forever, unable to be reborn."

After he finished speaking, his aura suddenly exploded, and a vast ancient seal rolled from his heart and flew out of his body: "I am not afraid of death, but how can I force you to die!"

As the ancient seal appeared, a wild aura surged, and two phantoms of ferocious beasts fell, one was a tiger with wings, and the other was a nine-tailed celestial fox. They looked extremely scary and pounced on the fat and thin lamas.

The fat lama grinned and shook the human energy hand drum in his hand lightly, and a miserable green Yin fire flew out, circling and clinging to the ferocious beast. The ghost of the ferocious beast, which originally looked like nothingness, was immediately ignited by the green fire and roared.

"The white soil and black water of Tibet are all Buddhist lands. We are in charge of it on behalf of the Buddha, developing Buddhist affinity and spreading Zen. It is a blessing for those foolish people," the thin lama stroked his robe, "It is a great mercy to be able to become a bone tool of the Buddha. Those foolish serfs have all voluntarily sacrificed themselves and have entered the Lotus Land and ascended to the paradise. How can you, a Chinese from the Middle Earth, judge my Tantric Dharma?"

"What nonsense! How dare you, a fool, to lie about Dafa." Gao Song stood up with a cold face. "I am just a junior cultivator from the Middle Earth. I am not even cultivating the righteous Fa, but you two have schemed against me in every way. Not only did you poison me, but you also attacked me by surprise and threatened me with my life. If you use such despicable means, you will kill me with one sword if you really meet a true cultivator from Shenzhou!"

These words left the thin lama speechless. The two of them were not considered high-level cultivators and had only touched the threshold of becoming immortals, just like Gao Song. If they wanted to acquire magic, they would inevitably have to use some tricks.

"We are all immortal beings with long life span. How can we be compared with ants who will be a handful of yellow earth after a hundred years? How can those pig-dog-like slaves and consumables be considered human beings?" The thin lama laughed softly.

Gao Song also recovered his breath and snorted coldly, not arguing with him anymore. The customs in Tibet were very different from those in the Central Earth. Even under the name of Tantric Buddhism, they often did cruel things, such as skinning, drawing out bones, and taking away souls, which were even more vicious than the demons and monsters. There was no point in saying more, and the truth had to be seen with their own hands.

The two beasts and ghosts had been burned to ashes by the Yin Fire, leaving only a few sparks. The fat lama grinned and said, "Brother, why don't you say anything more to him? When I capture him and light the lotus lamp, I will make him tell me everything he knows!"

After saying that, he picked up a bone staff, took a big step, and attacked Gao Song. The thin lama looked at him and shook his head and sighed. Although Gao Song was a side disciple, he had done a lot of good deeds over the years and accumulated a lot of external skills. He was about to become a big shot. He wanted to subdue this person, extract his soul and refine it into a protective spirit, so that they could share the great Dao together. But looking at the current situation, it seems difficult.

"Fortunately, it's not too late. Once we capture him, we can slowly deal with him."

He shook the bone robe, and the rustling sound became louder and louder. The hidden killing move had been activated. The hidden hand was hidden in the sound. Gao Song had been hit since he saw it for the first time and heard it for the first time. Now it was activated, and a black and gold Buddha strode towards him, as if to sit on his heart.

For a moment, the confusing Buddhist voice rang in his ears, and all kinds of strange visions appeared before his eyes. Black golden lotuses bloomed, and a fat lama's bone staff came with an evil wind.

Gao Song is in a very bad condition now. He activates his magic power and several shadows of ghosts and gods, souls of ferocious beasts fall from the ancient seal above his head. He takes out a precious mirror in his hand, which emits a mysterious light.

The bone tool in the fat lama's hand was originally made from the tibia of an innocent girl who had died "accidentally and tragically". It was a commonly used tool in Tantric Buddhism to subdue ghosts and tame evil spirits. Now it was just what he needed to deal with the evil spirits and beasts. He destroyed several ghost shadows in no time.

Although these people have different Taoist origins, they all have the way of recruiting ghosts and gods. They counteract each other, but also complement each other. Otherwise, the fat and thin lamas would not have targeted Gao Song's inheritance, leading to this fatal disaster.

After the ghosts and gods were defeated, Gao Song did not hesitate. The ghost shadow was just a delay. The real power could only be seen in the magic mirror in his hand. He used a secret method to refine the mirror. The evil spirit of ghosts and gods was attached to it. It opened a dark land and now spewed out mysterious light, shining on the fat lama. The lama stopped moving, but a human figure appeared in the mirror, and then countless human-shaped ghosts appeared in the mirror, fighting with him.

Seeing the fat lama's soul being taken away, the thin lama was not in a hurry to rescue him. With his eyes shining, he stared at the mirror and exclaimed loudly: "What a treasure, what a treasure, it gathers Yin and Qi, nourishes ghosts and gods, and opens a netherworld. If it weren't for your low magical power, I'm afraid that once the mirror comes out, it will be able to lead you to a corner of the underworld and invite the ghosts of the underworld to enter the world."

He felt a little regretful: "It's a pity that you only use this mirror as a place to hide ghosts, and support a group of ordinary ghosts, wasting countless pure Yin energy in vain. If it was in the hands of the Buddha, a great Yin god would have been born!"

The thin lama laughed loudly, and the black gold Buddha that had been drilling into Gao Song's mind stopped. He pressed down with his big hand, pinning Gao Song to the ground. His bones cracked, and he knelt on one knee, spitting out a mouthful of dirty blood. "Master Buddha, you are lucky to have this treasure. Take it!"

The thin lama shouted loudly and struggled with his hands, and the human bone rosary in his hand broke apart. The material of this rosary was not so random, it was taken from the finger bones and brow bones of Tibetan lamas, who twisted it in their hands, meditated and chanted scriptures, and carefully polished it into shape and shine. It would take decades to make one rosary, but the thin lama spent hundreds of years to collect only seventeen beads.

Now, seventeen beads flew out, and only three of them jumped towards Gao Song, while the remaining fourteen flew towards the magic mirror and spread around, trying to snatch the magic mirror and freeze the ghost world in the mirror.

Gao Song looked at the fighting in the mirror and sighed in his heart. Most of the ghosts in the mirror were the souls of people who died unjustly. After death, a resentment lingered. The natural souls did not count, and only the ferocious temperament was left. Because there was no Yin to guide the ghosts, they lingered in the human world. He did not want to see all the ghosts disappear in the world, so he used the magic mirror to store their souls and nourish their spirits, waiting to wash away the resentment, nourish the souls, and then send them to reincarnation. This magic mirror was actually a storage device, not a killing weapon. Now it was used to trap people, which was really helpless.

Three prayer beads flew over as fast as wind and thunder, and hit Gao Song. He was pinned down by the black gold Buddha and could not dodge. He took the blow head-on, and his whole body was lifted up high like a rag, trembling a few times, with three bloody holes on his body.

Without the magic power to catch up, the mirror slipped out of his hand and was snatched away by the rosary. It landed steadily in the hands of the thin lama. Looking at the mirror in his palm, he couldn't help but laugh: "It's really a good treasure!"

Before he could finish his joy, a golden light suddenly flew out from Gao Song's arms. It was a golden bracelet. The Vajra bracelet appeared and hit the thin lama's head. Although the thin lama was overjoyed and lost his guard for a moment, he did not panic. He took a half step back and a rosary flew up into the air.

"How dare you show off your skills in front of an expert!"

The rosary beads gathered together, Buddha's light began to appear, and turned into a swastika seal, trying to block the Vajra Bracelet. Gao Song covered his chest with his hands and smiled faintly in his heart: It's done!

He had never revealed the Vajra Bracelet before, which meant he had been hiding a trick and waiting for an opportunity to ambush someone. Now that the rosary was together, he moved his mind, and the Vajra Bracelet grew longer in the wind, emitting golden light, and directly wrapped around the rosary. The seventeen beads were wrapped around the bracelet one by one, and the Buddha's light disappeared, the power dissipated, and for a moment they had no supernatural powers, and they became dim and without luster. They passed through the Vajra Bracelet and fell to the ground. No matter how the thin lama urged it, it was of no use.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Gao Song silently recited the spell. When risking his life, he had no time to hesitate. His soul burned in an instant, and the black bead on his head exploded. Pure yin energy burst out, forcing the black gold Buddha several feet away. He knelt on the ground towards the thin lama and bowed.

"Please, great god, slay the soul!"

Yin energy gathered and condensed into a gray-robed figure behind him with long hair draped over his shoulders. He looked at the thin lama. As Gao Song spoke the truth, the gray-robed witch god opened his mouth slightly and exhaled a breath. As soon as the breath appeared in the world, it turned into a gray knife and stabbed towards the thin lama.

"Soul-binding technique!"

The thin lama immediately recognized Gao Song's specialty and wanted to dodge, but he was stuck in the mud under the gaze of the witch god and could not move. Seeing the soul-killing flying knife approaching him, he hurriedly used magic.

As the flying knife passed, the thin lama's head fell to the ground, but it flew back again the next second. Only a bone-carved little man flew out of his arms and shattered. But it was not over yet. The flying knife had passed, but the soul-stirring power was not gone. The thin lama, who had just escaped a disaster by using the life-saving method, was shocked. He was terrified of life and death, and trembled with fear.

The knife cut through again, and a sharp scream came from behind the thin lama. A ghost and the black gold Buddha disappeared, both of them were in a state of separation of body and life. A terrible scar also appeared on the thin lama's body, going straight through the neck.

He gasped and felt the death energy spreading over his body. All he could see was the huge sword light. He knew that this calamity was not over yet, so he made up his mind and lifted up the head that had not yet grown back with one hand. He turned around and cut off the head of the fat lama next to him, and placed his own head firmly on the neck. His original body was immediately destroyed by the death energy and turned into a pile of rotten meat.

A miserable sound was heard, and the soul of the brave fat lama in the mirror in the thin lama's arms was severely damaged. In a blink of an eye, he was torn into pieces by many ghosts and died without a sound.

"Master Gao has great skills. The Soul Nailing Technique is indeed worthy of its reputation!"

The thin lama's head occupied the fat lama's body, which looked very inconsistent and a bit weird. Seeing Gao Song's strange look, he grinned and said, "My junior brother and I are from the same sect and we are as close as brothers. I have no regrets for him sacrificing his life to save my life."

Gao Song, who had lost his trump card and had his trump card dodged, gave a bitter smile. How could he not see now that the fat lama had long been sacrificed and refined into a soul-hosting Dharma body, waiting for the right time to turn into a life-saving method? It could only be said that the thin lama was cruel enough and had enough means.

The thin lama stretched his body and stepped forward: "If Master Gao has no other means, then please surrender and hand over the inheritance. You know a little about the means of torturing the soul and boiling the human spirit, and it is not pleasant!"

Gao Song's magic power was exhausted, his soul was broken, and even the shadow of the witch god behind him disappeared when the flying knife chopped him off. There was no room for resistance. He could only lie on the ground and listen to the approaching footsteps. The thin lama approached, and his figure covered Gao Song like a black shadow, like the deepest and most insoluble darkness.

"I have spent ten years to accumulate ninety-nine external skills. I am only one skill away from the hundred and the entry into the outer sect. Is this my fate?"

At such a critical moment of life and death, Gao Song did not have much fear, but more of a sense of loss. He had committed many sins in the first half of his life. Although they were not considered to be serious crimes, the karma had already been created, and even if he tried his best to make up for it, it would be difficult to make up for even a fraction of it.

Fortunately, he was guided by an expert and realized his mistake. He turned back and realized his mistake. He followed the previous events and found the victims in the past to make amends one by one. However, he found that some of the victims had passed away, and some were impoverished because of him. He felt a bit confused and looked around. The big mistake had been made, how could it be redeemed by a little compensation? All these were just his prayers for forgiveness to comfort himself!

"I have made a huge mistake and I cannot bear the regrets. My heart feels like it's being cut by a knife and I am shedding tears. In the dead of night, I reflect alone, feeling confused and remorseful. Although the past has dispersed like smoke, it has left traces in my heart. I am determined to change my past mistakes. There is no way to regret in this world." After he finished speaking these few words, he couldn't help but burst into tears and was about to cut off his heart meridians and destroy his soul.

"What are you mumbling about? Master Gao, please have a safe journey!" The thin lama didn't hear clearly, and put his big hand on his head to extract his soul.

Just then, the sky brightened.

(End of this chapter)