The crowd is becoming more and more crowded, and the situation has escalated to a great extent!
Finally, those wandering ascetics on the slope who were hesitant to act began to move. Some walked towards the mountain, while others intervened, attempting to stop the monks who were suppressing the common people.
This scene, in fact, is an unexpected joy.
I hadn't expected it to happen, only that I thought Lama Agon would be involved and couldn't be the one who reaps benefits from the situation!
However, this is not surprising.
Lama Agon having a problem doesn't mean all the monks have problems.
The Taoist's Taoist heart cannot bear such cold-bloodedness, and the mendicant monks cannot either.
If Lama Agon doesn't show up, the fifth Buddhist temple will be in chaos.
Time passed slowly, and when the sun hung high above the hilltop, the public had climbed nearly thirty meters up the slope, completely blocking the path. The number of mendicant monks clustered together grew increasingly dense, and soon it would be impossible to hold them back!
Even if the public can't reach the top, those wavering mendicant monks will go up the mountain. They will all start to suspect Lama Agon!
It was just at this moment that a person slowly walked down the mountain road.
He was dressed in heavy robes, very old, and walked at an extremely slow pace.
It was Lama Agon, who had appeared!
Heartily excited, I walked quickly in another direction towards the mountain without hesitation.
It was a small path, even though I hadn't walked it before, but the mountain was pointed, and it was bound to be correct upward!
Moreover, the chaos in front of the mountain had drawn everyone's attention there, so I didn't encounter any obstacles on my way and soon reached the vicinity of the summit.
Having arrived here, in fact, it was already the edge of the fifth Buddhist temple.
The mountain path had become white steps, and at the very top, one could see the massive wall of a temple.
I climbed the steps, carefully searching for familiar landmarks, but everything I saw was unfamiliar.
Fortunately, there will be a circumferential path similar to a viewing platform after a certain height of steps.
And there are also tourist road signs, one of which is the sky burial platform.
Following the road sign, I finally saw the tent and not far away, Lama Agon's house.
After a moment of thought, I didn't enter Lama Agon's house but instead searched for familiar landmarks, continuing in the direction I had taken.
Originally, the buildings on the summit were already very dense, with spinning prayer wheels and small towers visible everywhere. However, as I walked along, I felt that the surroundings had become much more spacious.
Until I climbed onto a dirt road and took a few more steps, I saw a temple ahead!
I can't describe the exact direction, but without following these familiar paths, I wouldn't have been able to get here.
The wall of the temple was a deep red, very thick, and exuded an odd fragrance, fragrant and slightly sweet.
Under the golden eaves, there was also white paint that I hadn't noticed last time, as if it was cascading down in a gradient.
On the slanting opposite side of the temple, there stood a very tall pagoda, giving one a sense of awe and fear, as if I shouldn't be here.
I took a deep breath, remained calm, and walked straight ahead to the temple's entrance.
The door was extremely tall and narrow, shut tight, with a heavy padlock hanging from it.
Before Lama Agon left, he still remembered to lock the door, but this didn't faze me.
With ease, I opened the lock and pushed the door in. The thick sutra cloth obscured my vision, so I lifted it and moved forward. However, when I reached the center of the Buddhist hall, seeing the empty cushion, I stood frozen.
The body of the Thirteenth Zen Master...
Incredibly, it's disappeared!?
My plan was to drag Lama Agon into the mess he caused and then return to the body of the Thirteenth Zen Master.
All the Taoists of the level of spiritual transcendence I've ever seen should have their souls lingering around the body.
My intention is to try and communicate with the spirit through physical means!
The high heaven Taoists consider me as someone with a fated connection.
I can see Grandmaster Xie Yi.
It has indirect interaction with Li Ping.
Does the Thirteenth Zen Master really need to be reincarnated?
Is it possible for me to also see his existence?
After all, Xinpo and Chanren, in a way, should be of the same origin as if Tian Shou's lineage had come from Li Ping.
As long as I can see him, I will definitely be able to possess the body!
This is the reason why Lao Gong couldn't think of it, but I did!
But...where has Lama Agon hidden the body of Chanren!?!
"You can see me!"
"Where are you?!"
My heart was thudding, and I turned abruptly, scanning the surroundings!
The heavy sutra cloth remained completely still.
My voice wasn't loud, but there was no echo in this narrow environment.
My face turned extremely ugly, my fists clenched tightly, and my nails dug into my skin, causing intense pain.
This Lama Agon is really strange.
Why would he move Chanren's corpse?
He's just using me to make Chanren reincarnate, right?
Quiet, nothing unusual has happened, and no spirits have appeared.
My temple is jumping at an extremely fast pace, and my heart beats even faster, thudding, and especially disordered.
At this moment, a dull sound of footsteps suddenly rang out, someone had entered the Buddha Hall house!
Without Lao Gong, I had to be cautious and find a hidden spot myself. Without hesitation, I leaped upwards and landed on a thick, heavy beam.
Lama Agon, why did you come back so quickly?
However, the situation at the foot of the mountain was chaotic, but not chaotic to the point of being unsolvable. As long as Lama Agon appears and opens up Five Sutra Temple, everything will return to normal and can be resolved.
That doesn't require guessing; he can figure out it's me who did it.
It seems like he suspected I would come to this Buddhist hall.
Of course, he might not have thought I would use possession to solve Heicheng Temple.
From the sound of the footsteps, someone emerged from behind the sutra cloth, but it was not Lama Agon.
That was another aged monk, wearing heavy robes, with short white hair on his head, wrinkled skin hanging down, deep lines like furrows in the grass.
The old monk held a prayer wheel in one hand, raised it in a vertical position in front of his chest, and stopped in front of the cushion, remaining motionless.
I dare not breathe a single breath.
This person didn't seem to notice me!
I dimly remember that this place is supposed to be accessible only by Lama Agon?
Who is he?
He has a profound sense of pressure, which is on par with Lama Agon...
A low murmuring sound came from his mouth, reciting sutras that I could not understand.
After a few minutes, the old monk swept a glance around the Buddhist hall, shook his head slightly, and then bowed his head and walked out.
I hesitated for a moment, not daring to follow him. Instead, I listened to his footsteps as they faded away, and then I crept quietly to the closest position of the beam and roof tiles, opened a few tiles, carefully crawled out, and quickly covered them back up.
At the same time, I glanced at the temple below, that is, the door of the temple.
What I saw filled me with a chill.
The old monk stood quietly at the temple door, looking inside the temple. Behind him, a group of lamas followed, and it was not the first-ranked armor-clad lama who led them, but rather the one in the back.
Without exception, they all held half-staffed hammers and half-moon-shaped talismans as religious artifacts, as well as some short and thick daggers.
They were waiting for me to appear!
