“Thank you,” I said.
"This is an equivalent exchange, no thanks are needed," replied the Lama.
"I've been tired from travel and it's taken a lot out of me," I said. "I want to rest for two days until I'm back up to full strength."
"That's reasonable," the Lama Agon smiled, his face lighting up.
The childlike face of Taishen is too clear, but his behavior and movements are too mature.
Suddenly, a word popped out, young but old?
My dad seemed very silent, his emotions unreadable. Perhaps they were there, but he didn't seem happy.
"Muye, you said back then that you wanted to see the Five Buddha Temple properly. Now, you can."
"In the future, the entire Five Buddha Temple will belong to you."
"I will not force you to stay here as the Khenpo. You can leave at any time, and you can also return whenever you wish."
"Show God, you are the same. When you want to become a sky burial master, you can return to do so at that time. You have the opportunity to become a living Buddha."
Lama Agon's words no longer bound us, but the meaning in his words was clear.
In the future, it will be me and my father as the people of the Five Buddha Monastery?
At least, if we ever want to become part of this place, we will be.
After that, two days later.
During this time, Lama Agon did not follow my father continuously, nor was a lama arranged to accompany us. The food and supplies were delivered to our shed.
It can be seen that the Lama Agon mentioned earlier that he was afraid to return, which should not exist.
At first, my father and Lao Gong did not quite understand me. They thought that this would lead to endless trouble.
I didn't explain and answer. Lama Agon has another ability to predict many things. I don't know how he does it, how he can be more magical than Mr. Master. All I can do is not say anything, the thoughts in my heart, he can't know.
I stuffed all the Tsampa, dried meat, and other food items in the shed into my pockets. I ate some of the meals that were delivered, but the rest were packed away.
This action gave Lao Gong a thoughtful expression.
My father's attitude also changed.
There is actually another area in the Five Buddha Temple, where tourists come up the mountain and sell some local specialties, such as dried meat, beef jerky, and yak yogurt.
I bought quite a lot, and on the surface, it seemed like I was indulging in a feast.
My father was also about the same.
On the third morning, Lama Agon waited for us outside the shed.
We went to the depression where no one from the Five Buddha Temple dared to enter directly.
Like an inverted spire, at the bottom, that is, the tip of the tower, there is a door sealed with animal skins and symbols.
Lama Agon was very much looking forward to it.
I and my father, the two of us, squeezed in.
The door pressed on the entrance closed heavily, with the light of the flashlight, the line of sight was not so dark.
There is a bas-relief face on the inner side of the upper part of the door, pitch black, but it lacks the feeling of blood-red coloration from the last time, only a color like dried blood covering it.
Previously, it was because the 13th Chanren was just locked up.
Recently, it's been a long time since anyone entered here.
"I don't know, who locked Chanren up at first?" Lao Gong appeared in front of us.
He muttered to himself: "It should be Lama Agon, he's the most impatient one. Others dare not enter here, and now he also dare not enter because his purpose is obvious. The living Buddha here, although locked up, will certainly do something, but they should also do little. At least you don't need to be afraid. Otherwise, the old boy wouldn't have let you in."
Lao Gong's analysis makes a lot of sense.
"Show God, what do you want to do? Do you intend to escape from here by digging a tunnel?" My father finally questioned.
"He may not have sent people to follow, but he certainly knows that we brought a lot of food and drinks," my father continued in a low voice. "You took what belonged to him and promised his conditions. If you can't do what he asked, he will turn his back on you."
"I promised to come in, and now I am here, so there is no problem," I replied.
For a moment, my father was silent, as if he had no words to say.
The passage was very narrow, and only by crouching could we crawl through. The sides were very tight, and it was impossible for people to walk side by side. Even slight movements would hit one's head.
"Master is someone who knows how to read between the lines. Hmph, I have been predicting that he would do something like this," Lao Gong seemed very proud of himself.
"Is that right, old Gong? Are you sure?" My father spoke again, his voice a bit muffled.
"What else?" Lao Gong emphasized.
"Phew..." I exhaled a muddled breath before saying, "To calculate the right direction so that Lama Agon can't find us, we need to leave the Tibetan area. Old Gong, it all depends on you."
"Hmm... All up to me?" Lao Gong seemed slightly uncomfortable.
"Master, he is a living Buddha and I am just a mortal. I thought you had thought of a solution, not to have the female Yi possess your body?"
"We have gotten what we wanted, why fight with him? Zushi master possession is the last resort and the only way to survive." I frowned.
Lao Gong: (...)
"I am the earth god... not the solar god. Master, we were found last time as well. This time and the last time, there is no essential difference." Lao Gong's ghostly face seemed very agitated.
"Lao Gong, you've calculated the ways of Show God, how can you not calculate that the departure support is you?" My father spoke up, he took a deep breath.
Lao Gong: (...)
The narrow passageway led to the end.
The first stone chamber, square and square, there was a wooden tower in the middle, layer by layer, until it was about to touch the top. Only then did the tip of the tower appear.
The open tower door can be seen, with a living Buddha sitting quietly inside.
His bones and flesh are like jade, but not jade, exceptionally solid and heavy.
Lots of tiny chains passed through his four limbs and vital organs, passing through his head and face, which was too terrifying.
This door was the one I opened last time.
However, it feels completely different from the last time. This tomb chamber gives a thick and cloggy feeling, and it's slightly difficult to breathe.
My intuition tells me there's something else in the tower.
I can't see it now, but if I go in, I will definitely see it!
The pressure began to increase, and Lao Gong's ghostly mist overflowed, but it was quickly dispersed. Wei Youming appeared, he blocked a few seconds, and the same ghostly mist spread out.
It seemed that I heard some sounds in my ear, like singing, sometimes there and sometimes not.
Suddenly, my father raised his hand.
He put one hand in front of his chest, his demeanor was serious and reverent, and the other hand grabbed my chest!
Inside the tower, the living Buddha's body seemed to be very painful. The thin copper chains made a rattling sound, and his body began to bleed!
I saw that there was also blood dripping from my father's face!
It's obvious that there are no wounds there, but blood is oozing out!
Lao Gong took a deep breath in, and my scalp was also numb.
Possession!?
The instant this thought occurred, goosebumps appeared all over my body!
