Chapter 185: The True Teachings of Vajra (3)
Lu Yi's Yushunfang Survey Office headquarters was not much damaged.
Especially the backyard where the five uncles are stationed is like a den of dragons and tigers.
In addition to the weapons and armor blessed by the incense ashes offered in the Great Vajra Temple, Lu Yi's personal guards and subordinate guards only suffered more than 300 casualties in the battle, and about 1,000 people were injured or killed. The loss situation was much better than expected.
The bigwigs in the court, the empress dowager, the emperor, the general, the prime minister, and those ministers in purple and red robes, were once again caught up in quarrels, but their troubles had little to do with Lu Yi.
The truth about the disaster that befell Yushunfang must be kept secret.
The Queen Mother and the Emperor did not want to hear any news about someone's immorality or sneaky behavior, so they had to keep it secret .
The cultural and educational officials represented by Prime Minister Zhu Chong did not want the people of the world to know that the root cause of this secret rebellion was actually Bai Changkong - the cultural and educational officials had just demoted Bai Changkong to the position of a living saint.
Therefore, if everyone works together to cover up the problem, the efficiency becomes very high.
Those dead officials.
If the officials are selected as filial and honest officials, scholars, or scholars, if their entire family has died out, then that is naturally a good thing, and they won't have to clean up the mess.
If they are wealthy enough and have other clansmen in their family, they can simply ask them to recommend someone to replace the original person's official position. This way, everyone will be happy and no one will say a word about the death of this unlucky guy.
If he was a disciple of literature and education, he would become an official by passing the imperial examination.
Most of the disciples of culture and education come from humble families and common people. If their entire family is wiped out, there will naturally be no future troubles. Just let them die.
If their family was lucky enough to have a direct descendant alive, based on the principle of "people-oriented", the court would allow them to have two or three sons study in the Imperial Academy, so that everyone would have hope of passing the imperial examination.
Or, they could simply pick a lucky person and demote his original official rank by three levels.
The official hat fell from the sky, and there was no need to pass the imperial examination... How could the relatives of the deceased officials not be happy? In this way, this butt was also wiped clean, round and shiny.
Those dead tycoons and wealthy people are also easy to deal with.
If the foundation is deep enough and there is a big shot with enough weight in the court to speak up, then their close relatives will be chosen to directly inherit all the family business, and the matter will be over.
If one does not have sufficient backing and connections, he will inevitably lose part of the family business in the process of inheriting it. But it seems that these heirs are willing to pay some price for getting an astronomical fortune out of thin air.
As for those unfortunate people who have no descendants, their property... will naturally be taken over by the court, and their huge wealth will be used for national economy and people's livelihood. As for whether it is the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Finance, or even the Ministry of Finance or the Emperor's inner treasury, it will be a matter of time, and all parties must share the benefits.
As for the civilians who died...
Just die.
Common people are like leeks, one crop will come back after another, and they cannot cause any trouble. Or, if someone causes trouble, there is no need for other powerful government agencies to step in. They can just let the patrolling military governors reprimand them and give them a few coins as compensation, and the matter will be suppressed.
The Queen Mother, the Emperor, the generals, and cultural and educational officials, the two sides have never been so united.
The court of Dayin operated with unprecedented efficiency in the past hundred years, and everyone was working hard. However, such a shocking case as the attack on Yushunfang, in which hundreds of thousands of officials and civilians were killed or injured, was covered up.
For several days in a row, there were cries of grief in the Imperial College. Doctors and professors came forward and led the students to offer remote sacrifices to Bai Changkong.
Under the deliberate guidance of some people, after a few days of sacrifice, the students continued to go on outings and picnics, taking their beautiful wives or confidantes to the riverside to show off their elegance, and even visit prostitutes. The flame of youth burned wildly, burning away the last memory of Bai Changkong among the students.
The wealthy students who had been extremely respectful and filial to Bai Changkong also found targets to show their filial piety to. Boxes of gold, silver, jewels and all kinds of rare things poured into the home of their new teacher.
In Baimafang, south of Jingang Creek, in a completed hall, Lu Yi was sitting cross-legged under a statue of Vajrapani Bodhisattva. In front of him were two winnowing baskets, one filled with secret incense powder, the other filled with incense sticks of varying lengths and thicknesses.
Just like the intoxicated abbot and a group of elders inside the mountain gate of the Great Vajra Temple, Lu Yi practiced the authentic inner sect skills of the Great Vajra Temple, starting with rubbing incense sticks.
Concentrate fully and harmonize your energy and spirit.
Every bit of strength in the body is concentrated between the palms, compressing the incense powder as hard as possible, pressing the fluffy and soft incense powder into incense sticks that are as hard as gold and iron.
Nowadays, a stick of incense from Lu Yu weighs no more than three or five cents.
Monk Shi E showed Lu Yi the incense sticks that were rolled by Abbot Shenzui himself. It was said that these were rolled by Abbot Shenzui because he was too old and almost reached the limit of his lifespan, and his cultivation level had declined like a landslide. The incense sticks were also very thin, but weighed nearly a hundred kilograms!
"Crunch..." "Crunch!"
Lu Yi threw a crooked incense stick into the dustpan, then picked up a handful of incense powder and rubbed it vigorously.
Falsehood is a thousand words, truth is a single word.
The inner true fundamental law of the Great Vajra Temple is a bit like the way natural diamonds are born.
After reaching the Fiery Fire Realm, one ignites the flesh furnace forged in the Furnace Realm, using one's own essence, energy and spirit as fuel to forge the body at high temperature and high pressure, using enormous force to rub, forge, crush and fuse the body bit by bit, allowing the body to achieve essential sublimation.
Just like the single element 'carbon', it can be soft and slippery graphite, or it can be extremely hard diamond.
"That makes some sense."
"One bodhi seed, the power of the Buddhist Vajra." Lu Yi murmured, "Use this Buddhist Vajra power as a fire to forge the whole body. Temper it bit by bit, polish it bit by bit."
The incense powder in the palm of his hand continued to make a "crunching" sound, and a stick of incense slowly rubbed out from the gap between Lu Yi's palms.
"Even, balanced, pure mind, empty mind." Lu Yi silently recited the secrets of practicing "Dragon Elephant Vajra Body" that Monk Shi E had taught him in the past few days. The incense stick in his palm gradually became evenly thick and shiny, which gave it some meaning.
I don't know when the monk Shi E walked in.
He quietly watched Lu Yi rubbing the incense sticks, and nodded slowly: "The Great Vajra Temple, after all, belongs to Buddhism. When practicing, the most important thing is to cultivate the mind. If the mind is there, then the practice will be there. You can imagine your own mind as a dusty Vajra relic. As long as you brush away the dust on it, you can see through your true self and understand the root."
Lu Yi raised his head, looked at the monk Shi E who was shaking his head, and smiled.
He could not help but once again exert the earth-shaking power of the copycat: "The body is like a bodhi tree, the mind is like a bright mirror, always wipe it diligently, do not let it be stained with dust."
Monk Shi E was stunned for a moment, then his eyes gradually widened, and his pair of bull eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
He looked at Lu Yu in shock and horror. After a long while, he suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "Lu Yu, are you the reincarnation of the Buddha of my sect? This, this, this... just based on these few words, I cannot be your master."
Lu Yi coughed lightly and said quietly, "Bodhi is not a tree, and a mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so how can dust stain it?"
With a bottomless evil taste, Lu Yi gently pointed at the monk Shi E and said, "Master, you... are obsessed."
"Why!"
Monk Shi'e twitched, rolled his eyes, then closed his eyes and slowly sat down cross-legged.
The next moment, his heart and lungs shone with golden light, and his skin turned light gold. A trace of light shone through his bald forehead, and condensed into a faint shadow on top of his head that looked exactly like the statue of Vajrapani in front of him, but with three heads and six arms, holding a dragon and riding a tiger.
The long roars of dragons and tigers rang out in Monk Shi E's body. The two golden flames that lit up in his heart and lungs quickly spread throughout his body, lighting up more than a hundred acupoints in his body.
This is also the inheritance maintained by the Great Vajra Temple today, the maximum number of acupoints that can be opened in the Furnace Realm.
These acupoints also spewed out blazing flames. Monk Shi E chanted the Buddha's name for a long time, and then the faint shadow above his head turned into a point of golden light, which quickly plunged into the sea of fire that filled his body.
Because of the Buddhist verses copied by Lu Yiwen, Monk Shi E had an epiphany and his cultivation level rose from the peak of the Fiery Realm to the Golden Lotus Realm.
One could hear the roar of muscles and bones all over his body and the rumbling sound of his flesh and blood. He was nearly ten feet tall, and his body expanded a little bit, then compressed a little bit, expanded a little bit again, and compressed a little bit again.
With every expansion, the gold on his skin became brighter.
With every compression, the gold color on his skin deepened.
After doing this one hundred and eight times, the color of Monk Shie's skin had become as if it were made of real gold.
His aura was more than ten times more powerful and majestic than before. The sound of his heartbeat alone sounded like the roar of a war drum, shaking the entire hall.
Several great monks including Shi E and Shi Jie hurried over. Seeing Shi E in such a state, they chanted Buddhist mantras one after another, and then looked at Lu Yi in confusion: "Brother, it is reasonable that you need to hone your cultivation for another seven or eight years before you can enter the realm of planting golden lotus."
Lu Yi coughed lightly and recited the two verses again.
The air in the hall vibrated, and wisps of light golden mist emerged from thin air, slowly falling on everyone in the hall.
As a result, the aura of Shi'e became stronger and stronger. Monk Shi'e and others also sat on the ground with a sacred look on their faces, and their aura also quickly rose.
Lu Yi's palms also suddenly turned into a very light golden color.
'call'!
A terrifying high temperature surged out of Lu Yi's body, burning all his clothes to ashes.
The skin near his heart turned translucent, and a thumb-sized ball of light golden flame rose from the heart. As the majestic blood essence was injected into the heart, the golden flame grew larger and larger.
The high temperature swept through his whole body. Lu Yi gritted his teeth and endured the stimulation that felt like burning flames all over his body.
A clearly audible crisp sound was heard, and Lu Yi's physical strength soared, officially breaking through the bottleneck of the world's secular physical limit.
In the past few days, Lu Yi had no idea how many black-scale monsters he had killed, and endless power was stored in his body. Because he had reached the ultimate perfection of the Furnace Realm, these energies could not be consumed, causing tremendous pressure on his body every moment.
At this moment, a raging fire rose in the heart orifice, and all the energy was invested in it. Lu Yi's heart was like a madly burning furnace, emitting raging flames.
