Again, a bizarre scene occurred. At the top of the person's head tower, there was another skull head. Under the blazing sunlight, two fireballs shot out from the eye holes of that head, accompanied by a deep purple hue.
The sword penetrated into the skull's mouth!
There was no expectation of the skull being shattered; it wasn't even pierced. The skull seemed to have bitten down on the Gao Tian sword, hanging it at the top of the head tower!
The chant-like recitation continued to resound in my ears, suddenly turning the confusion into emptiness. I stood there frozen, as if my limbs and hands had lost their ability to control.
The giant prayer wheel continued to produce a rustling sound, and the people who turned the prayer wheel gradually gathered around me, approaching, a large crowd of people surrounding me, squeezing me in the middle.
Their bodies began to bend and press down, causing me to lose my balance and have to crouch down, then crawl.
Crowded, suffocating, darkness...
I tried to twist my head and struggle, but all I could see was a black mass and a barely noticeable gap that let in a sliver of light.
I have no idea how long I've been under this oppression. Suddenly, a sliver of light began to dance. The pressure on my body vanished all at once, and everything around me was still dark. I straightened my body and looked straight at that sliver of light, as the light jumping, the light amplified, expanded, the familiar darkness in my sight.
I was no longer in the same spot as before, but instead was in a huge, spacious yet dark and cramped room.
In front is a lotus pedestal, upon which an old monk is seated in a lotus position. To his left and right are two rows of lantern stands, filled with oil lamps that have flickering flames burning.
The thickness of the old monk's clothing exceeds that of Arong Lama and even that of the black devils at Hei Chengsi Temple.
Yet his skin had a very tactile quality, a deep yellow hue with a glaze-like polished appearance.
With a stooped body, closed eyes, he held his hands in a Buddhist gesture, the fingernails of his hands were too long and had intertwined with each other.
He is dead, but not completely.
His breath is very faint, yet it is balanced, as if that of a highly ranked zombie. Yet there is still no sign of the dead aura that should accompany a zombie.
This... who is it?
What does Arong Lama want to do?
How did I get here? Did the previous experience cause me to faint?
Looking around, what I can see is the thick fabric falling from top to bottom, of various colors, very deep, these are not ordinary fabrics, but also have fine scriptures written on them.
Taking a deep breath to regain composure, I turned around and started walking towards the back.
These prayer banners obscured all views, covering all the walls, even the doors. I could only feel my way to find an exit.
Arong Lama is playing tricks!
People should do their own thing. My parents' life is already tough enough. I haven't had the chance to enjoy family happiness yet. Under no circumstances can they be separated, and my dad cannot get into trouble!
If I can't even protect my father, then how can I talk about protecting Muoying, or about protecting the entire Si Gui Mountain in the future?
In an instant, I pulled aside the front prayer banner, only to find more and more layers behind it. Walking forward with large strides, I would pull aside each layer one by one. This prayer banner seemed to have no end...
I kept reciting the scripture of purifying the heart in silence to minimize external interference.
Finally, as the last piece of cloth was pulled aside, what I saw was a door.
This door is very high, but on the side it is very narrow. In front of the door there is a horizontal barrier, which makes the whole doorway feel small.
The light outside was bright, the sunlight was very dazzling, and it was as if it separated two different worlds from inside.
As I was about to take a step forward, the old monk Arong appeared silently in front of me, blocking my path.
My hand immediately reached for the Gao Tian staff. However, the old monk Arong raised his arm, and in his hand was the Gao Tian sword, as if he was offering it to me.
"Arong Lama, you cannot hold me back," I stopped the action of pulling out the Gao Tian staff and took over the Gao Tian sword.
"You, have seen the Living Buddha." Arong Lama gazed at me, and a trace of purity and clarity appeared in his turbid eyes.
My expression changed slightly.
The Living Buddha?
Is it the old monk who was just... almost dead?
"XIII Shí World Chan Ren's Nianchi's dead to die for more than twelve years, in many hereditary blood lines of Tibetan region Daxian, no one has received the chance of rebirth, this place only I can enter, today, I have another you."
"He was in opposition to Xingbo of Heicheng Temple across the vast highland during his life, which made the darkness of Heicheng Temple dare not offend the Five Lha Monastery. Before Heicheng Temple retreated into the depths of the grassland, there were five Living Buddhas in the Five Lha Monastery, and Heicheng Temple had more than just one Xingbo. It was a fierce battle, with the help of Jintzhu Mamai, that Buddha's light shone over the Tibetan land."
"Therefore, Heicheng Temple is the only one left, and the Five Lha Monastery has only one Living Buddha left. The other Living Buddhists have disappeared for some reason, until about twelve or thirteen years ago, when the 13th Chan Ren Nianchi sat down and died, he no longer had the opportunity to be reborn."
Perhaps because he has been in contact with me more often, Arong Lama's speech has become smoother, albeit with a strong ethnic accent and occasional licking of the tongue.
"Without a Living Buddha leading the followers, they cannot enter the Heicheng Temple. The sound of the gong and bone flute will make the followers suffer and struggle. Xinbo is old, and with only one person left, he cannot come to the monastery. Living Buddha rebirth can occur throughout the entire Tibetan land, but Xinbo can only be reborn in Heicheng Temple, otherwise he will be discovered and imprisoned."
Arong Lama's explanation of this has solved my doubts about why the Five Lha Monastery didn't remove Heicheng Temple.
If we liken them to a Taoist sect, it's like the old master has died, and the new master has not yet appeared.
And Heicheng Temple still has living masters, as well as various methods that can counter ordinary monks, which makes them afraid to approach.
However, the Xinbo of Heicheng Temple does not know about the Living Buddha's death, and he dare not leave the Heicheng Temple.
"Please," said Arong Lama, gesturing for me to proceed inside.
I remained silent and followed him inside.
Knowing more will lead to more solutions. It's better for Arong Lama to help than for us to become enemies.
Moreover, only he seems to understand my father's current situation.
Quickly, I returned to the original position. The thick prayer banners around were still heavy, and the deceased Living Buddha was still peaceful.
Arong Lama knelt down, hands clasped together, bowed respectfully, then spread his hands, his whole body prostrating on the ground. He chanted a sutra that I couldn't understand.
This ritual took at least five or six minutes before Arong Lama stood up. He turned to look at me and said, "Why must it be Luo Muye? Do you think he would go out to kill Xinbo?"
I remained silent, not answering, but had already agreed with this idea in my mind.
"In the Tibetan region, families with great spiritual abilities often pass them down from generation to generation. Great accomplished practitioners are reborn in their descendants, and the experience of multigenerational meditation is a mysterious force. The 13th Chan Ren Nianchi possessed the noble bloodline of a Yogi, of course, this is not constant and unique; certain ascetics may also become Living Buddhas. Whether it's bloodline or Living Buddhas among ascetics, they can be reborn randomly and may not necessarily awaken their memories."
"Only Xinbo will definitely choose to be reborn in the bloodline. After Xinbo's rebirth, the same auspicious signs will appear."
