Among the current descendants of Xibozi, none can inherit his legacy. The Black City Temple is more silent than at any other time, until, you brought out Luo Muye, until they repeatedly sent the Black Demoness away from the temple to seek you.
"Currently, I am discussing with Luo Muye a method where he consumes the Buddhist beads made by the monk with perfect attainment body, without resisting Xibozi's reincarnation. When Xibozi takes over him, his own cultivation and the power passed down by him will be contradictory, and will naturally come to an end."
The explanation by Lama Ajigon was very clear.
My face turned ashen repeatedly.
Lama Ajigon continued: "He has not fallen into the hands of the Black Demoness. He will only tell the Black Demoness in some way that he has gone to the Black City Temple and wants to see his father, seeking forgiveness for his family." Furthermore, "He has not revealed that he knows everything about Xibozi."
"And he will come to Wulafoyin Temple and take away the Buddhist beads."
Upon hearing this, a look of surprise finally appeared on my face!
"We can't give it to him! This plan is off, Xibozi is like a person who is on the brink of death. The way he chooses, is just like the Taoist High Heavenly Person. Only, he determines who can inherit his reincarnation and we may not be able to deal with him!" I spoke with certainty.
"You cannot interfere with this happening," Lama Ajigon shook his head, he calmly looked at me and said: "If Luo Muye succeeds, he will also achieve the perfect attainment body. This is a virtue that can save countless people."
"You are a Taoist; Taoists act on behalf of the heavens. In times of chaos, to cultivate during turmoil, if there is a place in need of your salvation, you would also offer your life," said Lama Ajigon.
My face froze.
Sacrifice one's life?
This is a question I am not yet able to answer.
Lama Ajigon's eyes, however, showed a subtle change.
He shook his head slightly and said, "It seems that you still haven't understood. So your cultivation is also far from being there."
I remained silent without a word.
If this matter were placed on his shoulders, would he do it?
How many true immortals can do this in any Daoist temple?
"Everyone follows their own path. Perhaps Lama Ajigon you can, perhaps every living Buddha can, but I am not a Buddha. To act on behalf of heaven, it does not mean that I myself am heaven. At present, I can only confirm that I will do what I can. If my family is safe and sound, I can also take some risks. But I will not rashly put myself in danger when my family's safety is not certain."
"Taoists are still Taoists, they will not be completely selfless," I opened my mouth and spoke firmly: "Therefore, I will definitely interfere with you. Since my father hasn't obtained the item yet, then I will hold you back."
"If I can kill you, what then?" Lama Ajargon suddenly asked. "A dead you, how can you stop me?"
My face changed again.
Lama Ajigon shook his head slightly and said: "Unbind the shackles for you, everything that happens in this life is just a fleeting cloud, you do not need to consider using your feelings to change something. Without you, the people who are related to you will think about other things unrelated to you."
"Killing one, dying one, saving many, my heart is steadfast."
The seemingly casual conversation was filled with danger, and I have no doubt that Lama Ajigon would really kill me. He would not hesitate to do so, as he does not care about our previous relationship with my father!
Even if he kills me, he will tell my dad that I am fine, and let him go to face Xibozi with peace of mind.
As for my father, his willingness to die is not just because of us behind him?
It is not what Lama Ajigon said about saving more people.
Lama Ajigon is using my dad to achieve his own goals!
After thinking everything through, my face gradually turned pale.
I can think of it, but my dad can't?
He can too, at certain moments, his thinking is much more flexible than mine.
This exploitation just happens to be in line with my dad's willing participation, and it also happens to resolve the potential dangers on my end, removing the watchful eye of the Black City Temple.
This only makes me feel that Lama Ajigon is not as great as he appears.
After all, I have interacted with too many people, even immortals, who speak in grandiose terms and are just putting on a mask.
Is this matter truly unsolvable?
Is there only one outcome in this?!
I'm not satisfied with this!
Lama Ajigon suddenly said, "Perhaps, you can go face Xibozi and leave Luo Muye behind. You are not doing this for the multitude of people, but for yourself and your family. In fact, Luo Muye is also doing this for his family. You don't understand his good intentions; he wants to do everything in his power to protect you, willing to be used by me. But you want to disrupt everything. Switch positions with him; he may find it easier to accept the current situation."
I never expected Lama Ajigon to admit that this is a form of exploitation.
But the question he raised was even more daunting to me!
Breathing grew heavy, sweat beads rolled down my face.
I widened my eyes, staring at Lama Ajigon, my eyes were red and swollen, and the whites were almost popping out.
"My plan was originally to go to the father and leave the son, and to go to the son and leave the father is also quite good. Are you willing?" Lama Ajigon remained calm and collected.
Then, he shook his head, his gaze at me laced with a trace of pity and disappointment.
"Your selfishness actually stems from self…"
"All right, I will go to the Black City Temple and face Xibozi. Let my dad stay here, and give me the thing you are about to consume." I replied hoarsely.
This time, Lama Ajigon's face froze.
"My father has never truly faced out-of-earth god, Xibozi and the rebirth of the Dalai Lama, is an out-of-earth god facing a possession by someone destined. I have faced the transformation of heaven's Taoist High Dao when he becomes a ghost, I have faced Ding RuiPo's death of a ghostly essence, and even she may also become a ghost. High Daoist Heaven is now suppressed and I have drunk from Tian Gong Spring which provides immunity to Three Dead Worms. I carry artifacts that reach the level of an out-of-earth god and even once, I knocked down High Daoist Heaven's realm. I will go, perhaps there is a glimmer of hope for me."
I said these words with great conviction and certainty.
"If I do not comply with your words, and you think my father staying behind is better, then I will go, you must feel that it is more appropriate. Moreover, my strength and experience far exceed my father's."
I added another sentence, my gaze becoming even deeper.
Lama Ajigon did not speak, and he seemed to be deep in thought.
After a long time, Lama Ajigon shook his head and said: "You are very impulsive. You are willing, Luo Muye will not be willing either. The result seems to be the same. What differs is that the person who is debating with me will be you instead of him. It's indeed deep parental affection."
He analyzed it correctly; the outcome will indeed be the same, with only the people involved being different; the process will not be different.
"I, have been trapped in a circle by you. However, I have another method. You cannot replace Luo Muye, but perhaps you can find someone else." Lama Ajigao suddenly said: "Before everything happens, if he appears, the situation might be reversed. Your father and son will live on, and the Black City Temple will gradually decline."
"Who?!" My face twisted slightly, and my heartbeat sped up several times faster.
