Daddy's God Restaurant

Chapter 209 Divine Music and Magic Music, Sanshenghua Blooms (Fourth)

Old Sengtuo's big apprentice is the head of the Eight Great Jokhang Monks. He is a terrifying old monster who has survived since the Tang Dynasty. In the circle of gods, he is a legend on the same level as the ghost monk Maya.

If it weren't for the fact that the eight Dazhaos didn't come out of Tibet, and the ghost monk Maya had never fought against the Great Venerable, the title of the second in the world's god realm might belong to whoever it is.

The old monk's words obviously blocked everyone's mouths.

After all, in the entire Tibetan area, there are not a few people who dare to challenge Tenzin Dundup, but none dare to challenge the Great Venerable.

In the ensuing battle for ranking, Lin Yi and the others also watched indifferently from the sidelines.

In the Tibetan area, many Sanskrit music masters also tried their best, and the scene was extremely lively all of a sudden.

At noon, the battle for ranking finally came to an end.

There are three seats in the core, where Tsomu Dolma, Lin Xiaoxiao and Ye Shishi sit respectively.

The following areas are the eight statues of the Jokhang, the two brothers of the Chang-er Lama, the three elders of the Tashi Temple, and other Tibetan Buddhist authorities.

"Now that the competition for ranking is over, you must have obtained the seats you are satisfied with." Tenzin Dundup stood up.

Although his ranking is not the highest, he is the organizer of the Sanskrit Congregation after all.

"Satisfied?" The fat monk looked at the three core seats and muttered.

"What? Do you have objections?" Tenzin Dundup frowned and looked at the fat monk beside him.

"I..." Before the fat monk could say anything, he was stopped by the long-eared lama: "No..."

Tenzin Dundup nodded lightly: "In this case, the Sanskrit Concert has officially started. I hope everyone can work together to awaken Sanshenghua at this Sanskrit Concert!"

"Yes!"

The many masters present also looked solemn, and for a moment they also forgot about the battle for the core seats. If they couldn't make the Sanshenghua bloom, everything would be vain.

The magnificent and mysterious Sanskrit sounds were recited by the Buddhist masters present.

The Sanskrit sound echoed over the entire Nyainqentanglha Peak, and gradually manifested into countless different forms.

Or the flying of auspicious clouds, or the soft singing of mysterious birds.

The wind and snow have stopped, and the glaciers are melting slowly under the Sanskrit sound...

"The Sanskrit Concert, as grand and solemn as ever..." The old monk looked at the grand scene in the field, and a faint joy appeared on his face.

Since the Tang Dynasty, when Princess Wencheng went on a mission to the Western Regions and established the Potala Palace, Tibetan Buddhism flourished and developed to modern times. At the Sanskrit Concert of Tibetan Buddhism, even if it is in the realm of the gods, there are more than a dozen people present. Tibetan Buddhism has prospered all the way. History, he witnessed it with his own eyes.

"emmm..." Ye Shishi was in the Sanskrit sound, not knowing what to do, so she opened her mouth slightly, pretending that I was reciting.

However, even if the Sanshenghua hasn't bloomed yet, those mantras pervading everywhere have the effect of calming the nerves and calming her down, making her still not completely stabilized yet, gradually stabilizing...

Both Da Laohei and Wei Qiqi were watching the situation on the Sansheng Stone.

Now the entire world is filled with Sansheng sounds, even the glaciers are melting, and the ice and snow deposited on the Sansheng Stone have naturally melted, but there is still no trace of the Sanshenghua.

Tsomo Dolma and Lin Xiaoxiao looked at each other, smiled slightly, and spoke at the same time.

The tone of the words chanted at the Sanskrit Concert is regulated.

Lin Xiaoxiao has learned it in the past two days.

The deep Sanskrit chanting in Tibetan came from the mouths of Tsomu Dolma and Lin Xiaoxiao respectively.

Obviously the same words, the same pauses and tunes.

But the two little girls sang completely opposite feelings.

"boom!!!"

With the addition of the two voices, the Sanskrit sounds all over the sky seemed to have become their tuning board.

Above the auspicious clouds, two huge phantoms appeared.

One is a ferocious strong man with a purple magic cloud on his feet and a nine-foot snake around his shoulders. It is the image of Mahakala Dharma protector in Tibetan Buddhism.

The other one, with golden auspicious clouds on its feet and auspicious wings on its back, is the image of the Great Light Wheel Fashen.

The two statues of phantom sounds stood on top of the Sanskrit cloud composed of many Buddhist master Sanskrit sounds, stirring up the situation.

As Lin Xiaoxiao and Tsomu Dolma chanted faster and faster, the two gods and demons also changed.

The Dharma protector Daheitian danced and stepped, and the magic sound appeared, crying like complaining.

The Great Light Wheel Fa's divine light wings stir, and the divine sound is thicker, like a song.

The two sound wheels, one black and one gold, mixed together and rushed towards the Sansheng Stone.

This kind of abnormal phenomenon has never appeared in the Sanskrit Concert that has been going on for thousands of years. At this time, the eyes of those Buddhist masters who are very senior and have participated in many Sanskrit Concerts brighten up!

Especially Da Tianzun, at this time, is even more excited.

Da Laohei and Wei Qiqi also looked at the three-living stone excitedly and nervously.

If neither the natural magic sound nor the foundation-building divine sound can make the Sansheng Stone bloom, then they can't imagine what can make it bloom.

"The last fight..."

Rao is in the state of mind of the old monk, and he can't help breathing heavily at this moment.

Lin Yi just watched all this with a faint smile, because he already had a premonition in his heart.

"Boom~"

The black gold sound wheel crashed onto the Sansheng Stone, wave after wave.

"Chichi..."

"Come out!" Da Laohei roared.

"Keep your voice down!" Wei Qiqi pinched Da Laohei hard.

"I know, I know..." Da Lao Hei Hei blushed, and quickly lowered his voice.

Under the impact of the black golden light wheel, a tender green branch slowly grew out, stretching its body like a newborn baby.

"Chichichi..."

On the branches, stamens gradually emerged, and auspicious sounds that made people feel refreshed quietly came out.

"The pistil is born!" The old monk's breath became short of breath.

For thousands of years, the biggest progress is the blooming of stamens!
I don't know, at this moment, under the impact of this black-gold light wheel, can it go further! ?

"Boom!!!!"

The phantom of the petals gradually condensed.

Finally, those virtual petals finally solidified, and slowly opened in the eyes of all the Tibetan Buddhist masters in disbelief...

The three-life flower that has not bloomed for thousands of years, in this divine music and magic music, finally, the flower blooms!

　The sequelae of the magical train staying up late appeared, so I went to bed first... The fifth update will be updated tomorrow morning, thanks to Chinasi for the reward!

　　
　
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