Jiawang Riba

"Visualization..."

Zhou Yang's mind was wandering.

Even after finishing his practice of the vajra, he still felt somewhat unsatisfied with the Visualization Method.

He wanted to ask Aji for a complete Visualization Method, but Aji completely ignored his request.

Only when Aji sees something with his own eyes can he feel something, and only then will he give the corresponding method.

"Perhaps I really should go and take a look at the charnel ground on the back of Narong Mountain."

"There, Aji's eyes will surely be full of sights, and he will surely gain some insights, which will give me Visualization Method that I can actually practice, instead of me feeling like a blind man touching an elephant."

However, upon witnessing Gonpo dismantling the corpse at the sky burial platform today, Zhou Yang felt a surge of disgust, fear, and a desire to flee.

If Zhou Yang were to actually go to that charnel ground filled with corpses of all kinds of dead, let alone whether Aji would have a good look at it—he needed to first consider whether he could handle such a scene.

Watching the corpses of one's own kind being dismembered, broken apart, and decayed in various ways before one's eyes is essentially a series of powerful blows to one's own instincts.

In contrast, the fears that arise in people under the influence of Ghost Rhyme are a different matter altogether. Zhou Yang slowly exhaled.

He will eventually have to go to the charnel ground.

Before going, first train your mind with "Corpse Dissection Visualization".

Only when you can dismantle the corpse on the platform without feeling any turmoil in your heart should you go to the charnel ground!

Once he made up his mind, Zhou Yang immediately began to recall the scene of Gonpo dismantling the body on the sky burial platform that day—just recalling that scene made him feel his subconscious instinctively resist it.

The scene from that time became blurry in his memory.

There are missing details everywhere.

A layer of blood spread across the scene that appeared in Zhou Yang's mind. The blood-soaked little figure on the sky burial platform looked like a sharp knife, stabbing towards his eyes!

He immediately wanted to banish this memory from his mind, and his body trembled slightly.

But his mind repeatedly suppressed this instinct, causing his consciousness to repeatedly enter this bloody vortex of memories.

The more he recalled, the clearer the details of Zhuoma's body became.

Until finally—on the sky burial platform in his memory, Zhou Yang saw Zhuoma's body, which was not wrapped in sheepskin, with its blood vessels, tendons, and exposed bones all clearly visible!

Those details that he couldn't bear to observe or see clearly at the time were all recorded by his subconscious.

As his mind repeatedly forced his instincts to recall, these details finally came to light!

On the sky burial platform, Zhuoma lay quietly on a sheepskin bag.

Zhou Yang watched her from a short distance away.

He dared not move, as if the slightest movement would wake Zhuoma, who was lying on the platform.

A pungent smell of blood even lingered in his nostrils.

Zhou Yang held his breath, preparing for the next step of visualization—disassembling the corpse.

At this moment!

In his mind, Zhuoma, who was lying on the sky burial platform and had no chance of coming back to life, suddenly sat up!

Her two bloodshot eye sockets faced Zhou Yang, her mouth opened and closed, revealing a red inner cavity. A hoarse, dry voice, like that of an old woman, came from her mouth: "Buzz--"

"Sodaha, Namrabala..." "Skinless Zhuoma" chanted the secret mantra!

Zhou Yang was so shocked his hair almost stood on end!

All his consciousness was focused on Zhuoma. The moment he saw Zhuoma sit up from the sky burial platform, he was almost unable to think!

But in the next instant, he suddenly realized—this Zhuoma was not the real Zhuoma!

My own visualization is also fine!

The problem lies with the monks involved with Zhuoma —that Jiawang Riba, who was chanting mantras in an attempt to establish a connection with Zhuoma, but his mantra ended up being transmitted to himself!

I had already established an inseparable bond with Zhuoma long before him!

Zhou Yang suddenly snapped back to reality!

Zhuoma, sitting bloodied on the sky burial platform, has not disappeared!

Still reciting mantras!

Zhou Yang originally thought that Jiawang Riba would not find him for at least several dozen days.

I didn't expect him to arrive so quickly! "This is the Secret of Warding Off the Six Sense-Faculty Demons..."

"Those who cultivate the secret method are using this secret method to dedicate the impure habits within their six senses to the six demons connected to their six senses."

"You have subdued the demon that he originally used to connect the six senses, so his dedication and offerings will be ineffective."

"If it has no effect, he will surely sense it."

As Zhou Yang had expected, Aji's consciousness was once again stirred by the chanting of mantras that lingered in Zhou Yang's mind.

"Dedicate the merit to the offering?" Zhou Yang thought to himself.

Aji immediately responded, "The Secret Yidam practice is the key to the integration of Kriya Tantra practice and the transition to the next stage."

"The practices of the various schools of Tantra and the Secret Yidam Esoteric Nature are all different."

"The practice of offering these impure six senses to the six sense demons, gathering them in the Secret Mandala, and transforming them into Secret Yidam is the practice of the ' Ancient Esoteric Red Hat School '."

"When a monk reaches this stage, he must make great efforts to use external rituals to harmonize the impure roots within his heart."

"Therefore, it is necessary to build a secret chamber, and in the secret chamber, one must observe the precepts, abstain from drinking, eating, and sleeping for several dozen days, and maintain absolute purity inside and outside the body. During these several dozen days, one should practice the ' Secret of Warding Off the Six Sense-Faculty Demons ' every night, taking the impurity in the six senses as an offering, and repelling the six demons connected to one's own six senses."

"When the six senses are purified and clear at the same time, make a great vow, summon the six demons, subdue them in the Secret Mandala, and unite them as the Secret Yidam." Aji spoke in a mysterious way, but fortunately Zhou Yang still understood.

At present, Jiawang Riba is still in the stage of practicing the precepts in seclusion.

During this stage, he must constantly feed the six demonic beings born from him, and the food he uses to feed them is the impure things within his six senses.

In this way, the six demons can be transformed into the six root demons of oneself more quickly.

When the Secret Mandala was finally built, they made a vow and summoned the six demons to him.

Zhuoma, who corresponds to the "Body Demon" among her six senses, has already transformed into her Primordial Right Consciousness.

If he didn't use some methods, Jiawang Riba would know in no time that his Body Demon had escaped!

Then the monks in the temple will have to go out and investigate the cause of this matter.

"Is there any way to make up a pretext and get through these next few dozen days?"

"Should we not let him know that his Body Demon has already escaped?"

Zhou Yang's mind raced, and he asked Aji.

Aji immediately replied, "Yes. Simply dedicate the merits of the offerings made to the six unclean senses to the spirits and deities that delight in consuming these things."

"Hmm?" Zhou Yang asked, a question forming in his mind. He then asked Aji, "What would be the consequences if we did that?"

The more offerings and dedications are made, the closer the connection between the corresponding spirits and deities becomes.

"When he makes a great oath in the future and summons the six demons, the ghosts and gods will also come to his door."

Aji said so.

What good things could come from being visited by ghosts and spirits?

Zhou Yang was overjoyed, but then hesitated. "After all, he's a lama in a temple. How could he be so careless in practicing 'secrets'?"

"There's such a huge loophole here. Even without us, if his enemies find out and exploit this weakness, wouldn't they at least make him suffer a lot, if not die?"

"A secret is a secret because it cannot be known to people."

"If everyone knows this, and the secret is lost, then great calamity will surely befall us," Aji replied. "After reciting the ' Secret of Warding Off the Six Sense-Faculty Demons ' thirty-six times, among the demons corresponding to the six senses, there will still be those who do not accept offerings, and these will be perceived by the practitioner."

"The practitioner has now recited the mantra six times..."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang no longer hesitated: "Please dedicate the merits of this person's six senses to offerings, and offer them to the spirits in person." "Please recite the secret mantra in your heart: Yixi Xi Rang Dang Zha Bi Jie, Nai Qiong Jia Bo Kuo Dang Yang Kuo Jie..." Aji began to recite the secret mantra again and again in Zhou Yang's mind.

Zhou Yang also followed his instructions and recited the mantra.

Between his brows, Mindfulness flowed smoothly, unaffected by the mantra in the slightest.

But within this body, another secret power suddenly appeared, flowing up his throat along his heart meridian and coiling around the root of his tongue. Every time he chanted the secret mantra in his heart, his tongue never moved or made a sound, but in a trance, the vast emptiness resonated with his heartbeat!

"Yixi Rang Dang Zabi Jie..."

As Zhou Yang chanted the mantra over and over again, he smelled the fishy odor of the river!

A mostly rotten wooden box floated on a dark river. Inside the decaying box, three human heads were visible!

The three heads were attached to the same corpse dressed in a scarlet robe. At that moment, all three heads opened their eyes, and flames spun in their blood-red eyes!

Ghost Rhyme, carrying the fishy smell of river water and the stench of roasted corpses, wafted from Zhou Yang's tongue!

This tongue, imbued with Ghost Rhyme, flicked suddenly beyond Zhou Yang's control, the trilled sound abruptly piercing through his meditation—

In the void surrounding the sky burial platform that Zhou Yang conjured, the trilled syllable "da!" echoed continuously.

The image he conjured in his mind was instantly covered with cracks. The cracks spread like a spider web, and in a moment, the image remaining in his consciousness completely collapsed and vanished!

As Wupi Zhuoma sat up on the sky burial platform, chanting "The Secret of Warding Off the Six Sense-Faculty Demons," she was directly pierced through by those cracks, turning into a bloody void!

Zhou Yang's consciousness followed him into the void and immediately saw—

In a pitch-black cave, only an oil lamp was lit.

Under the oil lamp, a thin old monk wearing a red cap and a scarlet robe was chanting the "Secret of Warding Off the Six Sense-Faculty Demons" as his lips moved.

The skin color of this thin lama was indistinguishable under the oil lamp light.

But he had a goatee under his chin, which Zhou Yang could always "see" very clearly!

The lama's identity is self-evident!

It was Jiawang Riba!

Zhuoma once mentioned in a song that the lama who peeled off her skin was the one with this goatee!

"Buzz--"

A colorless yet filthy, invisible aura, which could only be sensed, suddenly rose from the top of Jiawang Riba's head and drifted along the bloody hole! Zhou Yang suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed all the "filthy aura" that drifted in from the hole.

However, this breath did not flow from his mouth into his throat and circulate through his internal organs.

Instead, as Aji repeatedly chanted the mantra, Zhou Yang's tongue picked up this impure energy from his body, and he made a grinding sound as he sent the energy straight into the vast void!

The offering was made to the ghost that Aji summoned while chanting the secret mantra!

In the blink of an eye, everything calmed down.

Even the faint Ghost Rhyme clinging to Zhou Yang's tongue vanished completely.

Aji slowly said, "After another six to eight nights, he will again dedicate the merits to the 'impure energy of the body'."

"The same method should be used to deal with this situation."

Zhou Yang silently agreed.

The recitation of secret mantras and the offerings to spirits and deities can only be accomplished with Aji's active cooperation.

He himself has never grasped any "secrets," so even if he memorizes all the mantras he just recited and recites them repeatedly in the future, it will have absolutely no effect.

This body is, after all, Aji's body. It is only right that the other party should worry more and put in more effort.

Zhou Yang remained lying in bed.

After waiting for a while, the sound of Jiawang Riba chanting mantras did not come over again.

He gradually relaxed and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The current environment is quite rudimentary, and the bed is extremely uncomfortable to sleep on.

Even so, this was the most comfortable night Zhou Yang had ever slept.

In his dream, he saw Zhuoma again, playing a game of building blocks with him.

Little Zhuoma transformed herself into building blocks, allowing Zhou Yang to piece together her hands, feet, head, and internal organs.

An adult and a child had a great time, getting Zhou Yang's hands all red and swollen.

After that, Zhou Yang gradually regained consciousness.

"It's still early, I might as well sleep a little longer." Just as Zhou Yang was thinking this, a stranger's shout suddenly came from outside:

"Hey! Gonpo!"

"Come on, come on! Let's go see, Zeweng has gone mad!"