The journey took two days, during which I received a call from Si Yan. She told me that the farce at Juqu Mountain had been temporarily halted.
Just that she warned me not to return to Sangui Mountain for the time being. The people at Juqu Mountain will definitely block my way on all paths leading back, new grudges, old grievances, completely tearing apart the relationship between the two gates.
I knew without any need for Si Yan to speak that the bodies of those red-clothed Daoists had been found by Juqu Mountain.
"The elders of Juqu Mountain died by accident. When we were fighting, the Lamas from Heicheng Temple suddenly appeared and deliberately held back the elders, preventing them from using their thunder magic. They forcibly endured my thunder incantation." I explained to Si Yan in one sentence.
"The senior elder believes in you, there are reasons for this. We will coordinate with Juqu Mountain and deal with it." Si Yan lightly drew in a breath, her tone still calm.
I don't know why, a sudden surge of bitterness rose in my heart.
This is not the first time I've been without a home.
When I was a child, the Luo family was overthrown. My parents were nowhere to be seen or found dead. Back then, I was young and powerless.
After that, I was forced to flee from the Great Ceremony of Sangui Mountain.
By the time I returned to the mountain, my strength had vastly improved. Even then, some disturbances still cropped up. With He's help, I could suppress these issues, and my own strength was enough to pacify the other opinions in Sangui Mountain.
Nevertheless, up to this day, I still find myself being "thrown out of the house" by others.
Is this fate?
Is destiny not allowing me to live in peace and study the Tao in a secluded corner?
"Xian Shen Brother?" Si Yan called me softly again, asking if I was listening.
"I'm listening." My voice sounded slightly hoarse as I replied.
"Big Brother tells you not to belittle yourself, not to think that others' perceptions and opinions are correct, not to doubt yourself. You have no problems; that's what all of us see. If you had problems, Wu Jinlan at the Immortal Gate wouldn't have fought for you with reason, and Shen Qing Elder at the Leiping Temple wouldn't have raged. He even stood face-to-face with the three immortals from Juqu Mountain, wanting to discuss Tao with them. He even wanted to see if his conversion from a monk to an immortal could negotiate 'reason and numbers' with Juqu Mountain. The ancient Qiang City remained neutral, and Yunjin Mountain may seem neutral, but Tang Wu Elder still supports you."
Si Yan's words were long, and her tone conveyed much comfort.
I naturally understand that Tang Wu, the old man, helped me. In the previous phone conversation with Wu Jinlan, I already heard that he had intervened.
I didn't expect that Shenqiao would come down so fiercely, standing alone against the three immortals from Juqu Mountain without any retreat.
"The problem with Juqu Mountain is that they are unwilling to accept it. They feel that we, the Sangui Mountain, have taken away what should be theirs - real people and opportunities. Moreover, we have weakened their strength. With the number of real people they have still remaining being higher than ours, they dare to launch an attack." "I believe in you. When you return to Sangui Mountain next time, no one will dare to show off in front of you."
Si Yan's tone was filled with trust and encouragement.
"Sangui Mountain is your home, and there are people to protect it. You are on your path. Big Brother says you will go very far, very far. Don't let anyone or anything drag you down, not even your inner fluctuations, doubts, or uncertainties! The demon of the mind arises from this!"
"This is my experience."
"By the way, Shenqiao Elder gave the long written things to you to Senior Elder. I've read it and you must remember what I told you." At this moment, Si Yan carefully instructed me.
The issue of the breeding of the demon within the heart is an age-old topic.
Anyone can see that people have desires and regrets in life.
Si Yan must have faced a Three Spirit Worm before.
Is it possible that she has temporarily overcome her inner emotions and controlled the growth of the demon within her heart, so that the false Three Spirit Worms of the poison still have not appeared?
I reassured her not to worry and told her to pass on a message to the master brother, saying that I was safe and sound, before hanging up the phone.
Thoughts are spreading and diffusing.
In Si Yan's words, Juqu Mountain is in the wrong.
Looking back on the past, she questioned Juqu Mountain and asked for evidence, actually, when we all know the situation like this, to ask the one asking for evidence to produce evidence they can't possibly produce is like shooting oneself in the foot, which is a step backward.
This is based on Si Yan's conviction that Juqu Mountain is in the wrong, which is why she is so certain and speaks with authority.
Could it be that Juqu Mountain is really in the wrong?
The four great halls of Yinyangjie, the three immortals of Juqu Mountain, have stood for generations and who knows how many years.
Are they really so insignificant?
Let's put ourselves in their position. If I were any one of the immortals from Juqu Mountain, facing the extremely important murder of a fellow disciple, especially if that disciple was also at the level of an immortal, and it concerned the great spiritual array of Juqu Mountain.
After the murder of his fellow disciple, he discovered that only the medicinal plants that can be cultivated in his own mountain were taken away by the "murderer," and even allowed a new immortal to emerge in his disciple's school.
Moreover, his elder who has passed away and was dismembered was sold into the hands of the "murderer," used as a vessel for a plague ghost.
What kind of emotional attitude would I have?
If He was an immortal from Juqu Mountain, how would he react?
Who could act as if nothing had happened?
Who could swallow their anger and bear it?
Juqu Mountain is not in the wrong.
What about me?
Mao Yi killed the seventh elder, Mao Yi wanted to kill my entire family, and Mao Yi was aggressive.
Juqu Mountain has been pressing me hard, have I done something wrong?
I am also not wrong.
It's just that our positions are different.
I have understood one thing, why would two parties fight to the death even though they are not wrong, the only reason is that.
It's what He Yu said; it's due to the imbalance of power.
If the balance of power between the two parties is achieved, they will not fight to the death, but rather sit together on a stage and find a solution that both parties can accept to resolve their conflicts.
In this world, right and wrong only have meaning when there is balance. Otherwise, the reason lies in the hands of the side with more power.
I understand the logic, but when the situation actually occurs to myself, it's hard for me to accept.
After fully understanding the matter, the heart becomes spacious and enlightened.
With nothing beside me, and with no distractions in my heart, it's actually not as restrictive as before.
......
Inadvertently, the surrounding mountains have changed, the barren hills undulating constantly, with numerous rugged mountains and even landslides occurring on the distant mountains.
Soon, we arrived at a hill covered with lush grass and vibrant greenery, where the path was wide and open, the sky was a brilliant blue, making one's heart feel serene and tranquil.
Above, the white clouds floated one by one, and on the grassland, the cattle and sheep were also scattered in groups, black and white intermingling to form a picturesque scene of simplicity.
Finally, the car arrived at the foot of a hill just as it was about to dawn, and the numerous red houses were even more prominent and solemn.
The spiritual car did not follow the main road because there were numerous gaunt lamas crawling on the road surface.
From a small path, we climbed up to an area. Under the grayish light, the slope was withered, and the ground was full of rough pebbles, with a faint feeling of thick and sticky dirt. It seemed that it had been soaked in dirty blood for a long time, making the oil coat even more prominent.
On the right side of the slope, there were a few houses and a large canvas shed. The air was filled with a pungent smell that assaulted our nostrils.
This is the smell of a decomposing body, but not a simple one. In other words, it's the smell that comes from the body and bones being cut open!
My brow furrowed slightly, and I tried hard to restrain the urge to vomit.
The golden-armored lama murmured a few words in Tibetan that I couldn't understand, then said, "Elder, get off the car. Lama Agon is waiting for you."
