He finally walked out of the shed, and from afar, Lama Agon stopped and waved to us.
The sunlight in the snow made everything very white, and even Lama Agon seemed to merge into the halo and into the snow.
About ten to fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the temple where the thirteenth Dalai Lama entered into meditation and attained enlightenment.
The thick strips of sacred cloth draped throughout the temple made everything extremely solemn and awe-inspiring.
Lama Agon sat in the position where the thirteenth Karmapa had sat before, and he spoke a lot.
Revealed a lot of information!
He mentioned the Black City Temple again and talked about Xinbo.
He even mentioned other temples.
From the tone of his speech, I could hear something even more terrifying.
It's not that there are living Buddhas in all these temples, but it's about the Black City Temple; it's not just a temple, but an enormous congregation.
What the Black City Temple has changed is people's understanding and beliefs, just as Xinbo marks a new era, like the demise of the five Lama courts and its living Buddha. Someday, the living Buddha will reappear again, and Xinbo will reappear as well.
But the five Lama courts cannot completely eliminate the Black City Temple, and the reason is simpler. He now is powerless, only one person.
The Black City Temple is the abode of deities. Even though these deities are pursuing Xinbo, it is only because Xinbo was too greedy, occupying that position for too long. The respect for the deities gradually turned into slavery, and he placed himself at the highest position.
Eventually, when his three souls are caught, the deities will enlighten another Xinbo, or someone will awaken from the Black Mahisasaka.
"To put it in your terms, wildfire can't burn out and spring wind will bring life back again. I alone can't confront the Black City Temple now, and I can't enter their arena. Five Lama courts are not in their most powerful period."
"If there were still four other living Buddhas to appear, then everything would be easily resolved. I want you, the deity Luo Xian, to free the shackles from the four other living Buddhas."
Lama Agon made it clear about his intention!
My face turned pale!
Including my father, we were all shocked!
Everything Lama Agon said was indeed terrifying and full of long-term consequences.
But his demand was even more terrifying.
Loosen the shackles...
That would be equivalent to the efforts of the thirteenth Karmapa being erased entirely.
Ultimately, I believe that the thirteenth Karmapa is truly the living Buddha.
He, he bound himself.
He will not let anyone bear hardships.
How much karma and retribution would I suffer if I broke everything?
"The thirteenth Karmapa was wrong. He was right once, but now he is wrong. As the saying goes, 'the Tao is one foot higher than the demon, and the demon is always rising higher.' The demon is constantly rising, while the Tao is stepping in place. This is the current state of the Five Lamas Monastery."
"You can ask the living Buddhas from other temples to help you," I spoke firmly.
"You think they won't have any constraints? If not, how could the Black City Temple have existed for so long? Constraints are mutual." Lama Agon shook his head.
For a moment, I fell silent abruptly.
"This matter, you must carefully consider the deity Luo Xian," my father spoke at the right time, his brow furrowed.
"You can consider it. Until the consideration ends, you cannot leave this temple. Special personnel will deliver food."
"I will be here with you, waiting for you to make a decision," Lama Agon said.
The implication is that they won't be able to leave if they don't make a decision.
If we make a decision that Lama Agon is not satisfied with, whether we can leave or not depends on his mood.
Noon arrived.
Lao Gong did not appear.
As expected, someone delivered food, a familiar face, Jinjia Lama.
The meal was vegetarian and lacked any fat.
That's why the lamas are all so thin.
My dad hasn't spoken.
For me, I only feel that the karma is too great.
Breaking the shackles of the Karmapa was something I did unknowingly, and there have been no signs of karma yet. If I were to deliberately break the shackles of the other four, I don't even dare to think about what kind of retribution I would face.
What Lama Agon said sounds reasonable, but it's hard to say how much of it is true and how much is false.
Time passed slowly, and we were thus caught in a stalemate.
The sky turned dark.
Lao Gong appeared next to us, but he was very afraid of Lama Agon and didn't say a word.
He wore glasses on his face.
Lama Agon had originally closed his eyes, but he suddenly opened them and smiled faintly at Lao Gong.
Lao Gong shivered and felt like he had goosebumps all over.
"You're afraid of going to hell?" Lama Agon spoke again.
"But you are also a Taoist, don't you worry about what those people on the mountain might do to those in the valley? You, haven't you made great sacrifices?" Lama Agon asked again.
Lama Agon's words further confirmed the things I had been considering.
The consequences would be severe!
"Then you can try going to hell, you can break the shackles, and you might die, but there will be five empty positions, what do you think? Maybe my master becomes a lama, and my master stays here as a cremation monk." Lao Gong spoke out, making Lama Agon's little face pale.
In the next moment, he took out a string of white Buddhist beads from his sleeve and kept squeezing them, making snapping sounds.
Lao Gong shrugged his shoulders and pushed up his glasses.
This had no effect on Lama Agon.
"You can't just stay here like this. It's not going to produce any results," Lao Gong said again: "The Black City Temple is not in trouble now, and it's impossible for Xinbo to come out so easily, let alone for how many years. When that happens, you'll have already achieved enlightenment. Unless you're willing to keep reborn again and again, are you afraid of what will happen later?" Lao Gong said another sentence.
He suddenly stared straight at Lama Agon, his eyes not moving.
Lama Agon did not respond, nor did he show any emotion. But his young face, which was being lit by the candlelight, had a strange smile.
"Alright, you're going to be reborn, which means you have no choice, right?" Lao Gong was disappointed.
"You can choose," Lama Agon said. "Just that, you can't go against my will, so the choice is only one, it can be today's agreement, or next year on this day, or perhaps ten years later."
"The people on the mountain are vengeful and bear grudges, their character is even more comparable to wolves in the plateau."
This was a soft threat!
"Yes, perhaps, I can send someone to go once. Perhaps, Muye, you gave them to them, what then?" Lama Agon continued to smile.
"Don't you care about how you get things done?" My father's face changed again.
"You missed one. In order to achieve the goal, the goal is good, and the process doesn't matter." Lama Agon replied.
My face changed repeatedly.
"Checkmate is mutual, isn't it? The living Buddha has always been passed down through the bloodline. What's the difference between you and Xinbo? He eats people, while you don't look like it, but you're doing it in different ways?" Lao Gong suddenly said.
"Old man, don't think that changing your body will make you free from all fears. Don't be too arrogant!"
Lao Gong looked eerie and angry as well.
