"You harbored anger and resentment, feeling discontent, and then you criticized him. Anger and resentment can blind your five senses and six perceptions. You don't need to consider what Luo Xian Shen will be like after a hundred years; just focus on what is in front of him. As for me, I need to consider more. Shouldn't the path of the Taoist be the path of great fearlessness, the path of dedication? As a result, you are full of anger; Luo Xian Shen is narrow-minded."
"Master and servant both have a bias towards me, yet they want to indulge the resurgence of Heicheng Temple? " The lama Agong didn't show any sign of anger at all. His demeanor was as if he was discussing Buddhist sutras and teachings with us.
"A load of nonsense!" Old Gong was so angry he could barely keep his teeth from chattering!
"I and my father are in a state of silence for a moment."
After all, Xinpo is not twisted reasoning.
Heicheng Temple indeed poses a dangerous problem that will eventually explode one day.
His actions entangle the so-called justice with his own selfishness.
Others have become mere pawns and tools in his hands.
What about the mutual constraint mentioned by Lao Gong?
The living Buddha also passes through bloodlines.
The gap between him and Xinbo?
The current gap I see is that Heicheng Temple is oppressing those who do not comply, whether it be the physical forced labor of the Nianlan Mingfeng or the direct extraction of flesh, bone, and other body parts from people.
Disagreement, but also forced agreement, the soul is by magic to be transcended, forced to become.
What about the Five Lamasery?
They are voluntary, believing that they have been saved!
They willingly offered up "heart, liver, spleen and lungs".
Of course, that's a metaphor. It's because the living Buddha of this line of Agon Lama has beautified the appearance, making people eager to pursue and give their all.
They are of the same origin, yet in terms of their essence, how much of a difference is there?
It's just about the heart!
The 13th Dharma Ren's heart has returned to the right path, desiring to put an end to all this, and Agon Lama is determined to destroy it!
At present, if one does not agree to Agon Lama, in the future, Heicheng Temple will have no constraints, and this is a very delicate and difficult choice!
What's worse, if we don't agree to him, we won't be able to talk about it at all.
First it's my father as a threat, and then it will be something else!
"I can promise to let you in once, but I have conditions."
As soon as the words were spoken, Lao Gong's face changed color. My father also turned pale and said, "Xian Shen, you cannot!"
"This old brat, that bald monk, dares not kill you. Sir, he's only daring to waste time with you. We won't agree to him! If he's free of constraints, who knows what terrible thing he'll become. If he dares to use your father as a threat, we'll break face with him too, and let him get nothing out of it!" Lao Gong spoke with particularly tough attitude.
This is in the face of absolute strength, he has no way, to jade and stone are both to be destroyed!
"I have conditions." Unheeding Lao Gong and my father's objections, I looked deeply at Agon Lama.
"What conditions?" Agon Lama asked.
"First, tell me everything related to the eight houses." My tone was very calm.
Agon Lama shook his head with a smile.
"Then, we'll wait. If you can try to send my father away, then we have nothing to talk about."
"I can't keep up with you, but you also can't achieve your goal. Two ordinary lives letting a living Buddha helpless is not a bad thing."
"You can also wait. An army composed of many Taoist temples will come to your Five Lamasery to suppress you. Many people know that we are here. You can try to see who is stronger, the living Buddha or the spirit that possesses you, and whether you will become the first living Buddha to be annihilated."
"My words are also completely devoid of emotional fluctuations."
The smile of Agon Lama gradually solidified.
For a moment, everything seemed extremely quiet.
"I'm not sure if I will be able to open those fetters and encounter anything. Whether the four floating living Buddha wants to kill me. As long as you agree to my conditions, I can try going downstairs. My father's body is special, he can also go downstairs. Our success rate will be higher." I added one more sentence.
Agon Lama stopped smiling, but a hint of contemplation appeared on his young face.
"Do not try to anger me," he said, a seemingly unrelated statement.
Afterwards, Agon Lama slightly lifted his head and looked at the scriptures, lost in thought.
"That temple has seated and transformed many living Buddhas."
Agon Lama opened his mouth.
The first sentence made my hair stand on end.
"At the peak of the snow mountain, near the heavens, living Buddhas listen to the celestial music, then seat and transform, reincarnating beneath the mountain to build temples and save sentient beings. Xinbo followed down the mountain," Agon Lama continued.
Only then did I feel as if I had received a revelation.
This is akin to the origin of all living Buddhas in the land?
However, rumors like these are never entirely true. They are often written and beautified by later generations, containing some truth mixed with much fiction. They can only be used as a reference for consideration.
"For thousands of years, either the Buddha became a country, or the monks were driven out and killed. There was constant conflict between the two factions, one gaining ground while the other losing it. No one wants to return to that mountain top, which is a truly freezing place that only those with great resolve can endure. Even for those with great resolve, it is difficult to survive there for long."
"One year, suddenly the temple lit up with lights, as if a star shone in the sky."
"There was a monk whose spirit was divinely inspired, who believed that there might be an opportunity to become a living Buddha. He knelt his way up the mountain top, only to never return."
"At first, everyone believed that no one could bear such hardship except for the original living Buddha, and no one dared to ask why they were able to live there in the first place."
"After that, the top of the mountain became a place many monks dreamed of reaching, and they went there one after another."
"Finally, a monk returned. He was not a reincarnated living Buddha. He said there were demonic beasts on the mountain that ate people, even the bodies of the Buddha. Over these years, all monks who had climbed the mountain had been brutally slaughtered by it."
"The monk also said that those people had hideous faces like demons emerging from hell, seeking liberation and redemption. However, even in the place where living Buddha resided, they could not save themselves. The bodies of the Buddha meant nothing to them."
With that, Agon Lama fell silent, not continuing his story.
"No?" I furrowed my brow.
"It's more like a canon, with no definite claim, no living Buddha has climbed up to see it?"
"You also haven't told me where that place is," I asked in quick succession.
Agon Lama raised his sleeve and pulled out a yellowed parchment from his sleeve.
He handed it to me.
Upon opening it, I found it was a map.
The map has coordinates for Dai County, and many Buddhist temples are marked on it. At the edge of the map, there is a strange pattern drawn, with a mountain included.
The mountain has a ghost face painted on it.
No, it's actually the cheeks of the Taoists from the line of the eight houses!
The cheeks are covered in bizarre, almost-pus-like growths, making even a simple drawing inducing nausea and fear.
"I am very sincere and never deceive or pretend," Agon Lama said: "You have fulfilled your request, and what are my requirements?"
I actually asked several questions, but Agon Lama didn't answer any of them.
His eyes, as pure as a seabed, looked at me expectantly.
