"I can't tell you who he is, even unsure if he exists."
"The Wulawofayin Temple will be closed until a definite conclusion is reached. Until then, the entire area to the west of Qubali, which was once protected by the Wulawofayin Temple, will have no protection. If you can find him, you can rewrite the destinies of your father and son."
After speaking, Lama Agon fell to his knees on the ground, and then he paid several obeisances consecutively to the body of the Living Buddha.
As Lama Agong stood up, the entire room seemed to darken even more, and the candle beside the Living Buddha's corpse was almost out of flame.
"Come with me." Lama Agon said again.
I followed him out.
During this time, Lama Agon did not say any other words.
I understand that he will not change his mind, and there is no room for negotiation.
At least now there is a way, and I can only do everything in my power. Or, while I am looking for people as Lama Agong instructed, I also need to find my father and stop him.
Outside the room where the Living Buddha is located, you can see that it is a very large temple, with red walls and a viscous texture, as if the paint has not dried completely.
The temple is situated on a slope, and Lama Agong is walking downhill. I follow him, and as we walk, the slope turns into steps. Unconsciously, the surrounding buildings are still those red ones, and we have already left the area of the Wulawofayin Temple.
As I looked around, I could not see Lama Agong's residence or the tent.
"After the Wulawofayin Temple is closed, the Heicheng Temple will not become active. They will also soon quiet down until Luomuyewild enters. Even then, they will close. You have some time, I'm not sure for how long. If one day you see an anomaly happening in the direction of the Heicheng Temple, then you do not need to look for him." Lama Agong spoke in a low voice as he walked.
The number of monks crawling up the steps was the same as before, and all of them had extremely dry and cracked skin, suffering from the elements.
"Anomaly means that Xinbo has reincarnated. It's also the time when he cuts off his own connection." Lama Agong explained again, worried that I might not understand.
"I wonder where I'm going?" I cautiously asked Lama Agong.
"I don't know," replied Lama Agong.
"I don't know who it is. I don't know if it exists, and I don't even know where to find it," I stopped and stared at Lama Agong intently.
I even thought he was playing me.
"If you give up, you can choose to stay by my side until the news of Xinbo's death is announced, then you can leave. If he manages to survive and Luomuyewild fails, you cannot leave my side for the rest of your life."
"If you strongly resist, you can choose to die in my hands," Lama Agon said lightly.
Die in his mouth, it's really as simple as sleeping and eating.
I remained silent.
"Remember a few things," Lama Agon said with a faint smile, "any suffering you see, no matter how great or difficult it may be, you must overlook it and observe from the sidelines."
"You must not use your Daoist arts to kill anyone in the area. Those who commit crimes will be punished on their own."
"Do not use the thunder technique, do not draw the attention of the Heicheng Temple, and do not remove your robe."
I only noticed that I was indeed wearing thick robes and even had a hat on my head, which I had not been aware of before, as Lama Agon spoke.
"Where's Lao Gong?" I asked Lama Agong again.
Actually, I was also worried about one thing, that is, he left Lao Gong behind.
I don't have enough trust in Lama Agong. I don't think he is a truly good person.
Of course, from another perspective, everyone is doing their own thing. This can be considered a form of adjustment.
Otherwise, Lama Agong wouldn't have needed to give me a new way to break the deadlock.
Controlling me would minimize the variables.
In these thoughts, Lama Agong handed me something, a black stone with some fine lines on its surface, resembling both silver and gold, very profound. At first glance, it looks like an eyeball.
"He is here. The night pot is a polluted object; if the body he embodies is polluted, how can it be completely purified? Change a place; it's more convenient for you to carry it, and more concealed and cleaner for him," Lama Agong replied.
I took the stone and touched it with my hand. It had a faint sense of very heavy coldness, but the texture was not like a stone.
"Thank you," I whispered.
Unconsciously, we had actually reached the foot of the mountain.
Outside the slope, there is a road, grassland, and an uninhabited area.
The mountain, filled with red houses, seems to be isolated from the world.
"Weng, ah, Mo," Lama Agong suddenly recited three words.
I don't understand, feeling it doesn't make sense.
"What?" I asked him.
Lama Agong just laughed without speaking, as if to say, you understand, that's understanding; you don't understand, that's not understanding; there's no need for an explanation.
Turn around, Lama Agong suddenly knelt down on the ground, and he paid homage to the slope above!
This action instantly caused the monks on the slope above to stand up one by one, muttering and chanting continuously.
It was like a row of dominoes. Lama Agong didn't climb up the mountain, but as the monks chanted, they all entered the houses. The monks further up the slope, seeing them enter the red houses to chant, also followed suit...
In a blink, there are no monks to be seen in the area that I can see...
Only then did Lama Agong get up and slowly climb up the mountain.
Unconsciously, the blinding sunlight was replaced by the setting sun, and it got dark quickly. When Lama Agong completely disappeared from my sight, there was no light at all, just a patch of darkness.
Actually, Lama Agong has many careless mistakes.
Firstly, he let me go. I can go and stop my dad.
Furthermore, I can even disrupt his plan.
I took out my mobile phone and dialed my father's number. To my surprise, it didn't ring.
"Lao Gong, come out." I whispered.
Quietly, Lao Gong appeared on my shoulder, twisting his head left and right as if he was very uncomfortable.
"Count down, when will my father arrive here?"
As I spoke, I began to walk further away.
Lao Gong looked very uncomfortable.
"Grandpa, some things I've heard, some I don't understand. Let me first tell you about the situation."
Lao Gong's tone and demeanor remained the same as always, which made me breathe a sigh of relief. Lama Agong hadn't tampered with him.
I explained all the circumstances to Lao Gong.
Lao Gong only seemed to understand everything at once, he opened his mouth wide and spat out a yellow tooth, muttering to himself for a long time before swallowing his teeth and shook his head, "I can't figure it out. It's a chaotic hexagram. The old master wouldn't have failed to think of our methods. This place is too strange, and he has too many strange abilities. He could deceive your sight and hearing, causing you to be confused even in broad daylight. He could probably handle everything without us knowing."
"Causing trouble is not possible. According to the plan, there may be a glimmer of hope." Lao Gong murmured while asking me, "You still haven't thought about whom he wants to find, Grandpa? This shouldn't be the case. If you can't figure it out, you probably won't find him. This can't be said; it must be understood."
