Old Gong's not only sense, there must be a few divinatory in the inclusion.
To me, I've long felt that my dad's behavior is peculiar.
Because... he first listened to the body of the living Buddha?
My body is special, at least I have seen Xinpo, Gao Tianshengren, Lei Pingdaren, Cixi Zushi's out of Yangshen, Ding Rui poo, I can sense her existence as well. She just hasn't made herself present in front of me.
As for my dad, it seems he can bear more.
For example, when the living Buddha was on top of me before, I only had some sensations, but he was the one who actually took over as the recipient.
That being controlled by the shackle's Buddha, teach him to make bone beads?
In the midst of my thoughts, the two had already passed through several corridors between mausoleums.
There was an incident in the middle, as I passed through the bodies of the living Buddha in front of each mausoleum, my father would bow deeply with both hands clasped in respect.
By the time we walked through the initial passage and approached the entrance, my father whispered to Gong: "you, for now, do not need to appear, unless when we stop."
"Manifest your divine power, wait a moment, you must hold the prayer beads tightly and do not let go."
"A Gong can roughly sense some breath, but when the breaths of other living Buddha's cover us, he cannot sense anything."
I nod slightly, indicating that I understand.
"All right, well then, I guess I still need you to confuse the Lama's eyes." said Old Gong.
"Here, this is the place where the living Buddha's corpse is kept. In general, Lama would never come here. Not to mention now, with four entrances, Gong will definitely send most of the Lama there to guard it. He won't overstep himself, just that he will never think that we will go back the same way." My father said before, and Old Gong disappeared. Under his gaze, he handed me the other end of the prayer beads.
I tightened it, and immediately felt a strange temperature surging, making my whole mood calm down a lot. Although I felt a little empty again, some positions of the prayer beads seemed to have an attraction.
In a daze, I seemed to see the Thirteenth Dalai Lama, but it was just an illusion that disappeared in an instant.
This emptiness, does it come from a few beads without soul and spiritual energy?
Equivalent to a hollow vessel?
"Let's go, manifest divine power." My father pushed out with a forceful hand.
The sound of a slight squeak, and the wooden door opened.
Father and son left this passage, outside the night is quiet, even tonight is a cloudy day, even the moon can't be seen.
Indeed as my father had said, this place shaped like a covered bowl; not to mention a Lama, even half a ghost figure can't be seen.
He walked in the direction of the front, and we quickly passed through the white stupa buildings.
Shortly, we arrived at the rear of the large hall where the body of the Thirteenth Dalai Lama was previously stored.
One could see a row of people at the base of the wall, old and young, with different ages.
These are not people, but ghosts who consume incense and listen to the Buddhist sutras!
My face slightly changed.
Though they are ghosts, it doesn't matter in ordinary times, but now it's different.
What if they want to take advantage of Gong Laoma's blessings, that is, the Buddha's mercy, and sell us out?
In the next second, the ghosts indeed looked up and looked at us.
To our surprise, what happened next was unexpected; without exception, all the ghosts actually knelt down to the ground!
They appeared exceptionally devout.
My father remained calm, leading me away from the hall in another direction.
He is very familiar with the five Lama Temple, and he leads me to a place with ease.
The tent of Gong Laoma!
"Dad, what are you doing here?" I felt a bit startled.
Other places are fine, but here is where Gong Laoma's corpse is located. We go to his corpse and what benefits can we get? Maybe we will be discovered at any moment!
"Indeed, he is afraid of his own corpse. In other words, it's not so much fear as it is hesitation. Why would he hesitate? Because, once an out-of-body spirit had occupied his living Buddha's body."
"The living Buddha's body back then must have been stronger than his new one; that's why we had the chance to flee far away."
"The reason why Gong Laoma did not directly turn against us was not just because of his 'mercy', righteousness, but also definitely related to Ding Rui Po's previous visit. However, he does not know that Ding Rui Po will not come anymore."
My dad explained carefully and then pushed open the door of the tent.
He did something, hanging the string of prayer beads in the exact center of the room.
Then, my father looked deeply at Gong Laoma's corpse.
"The string of prayer beads is missing a part of the Buddha's essence, and I need to get it to proceed with the next step." He said.
"What's the next step?" My face changed slightly again.
My dad smiled and then said, "Gong Shen, how do you think about your father?"
"Dad, what are you trying to say?" I felt a sense of uncertainty in my heart and a vague feeling of emptiness.
My dad's eyes suddenly became deep and he murmured, "Years ago, I was full of confidence and spirit, only to end up spending so many years in the black prison, missing your growth."
"Now, I have not fulfilled my duties as a father and have even put you in dangerous situations, subjected to coercion."
"And even, I cannot help you. This matter is a thorn in my heart."
"I'm still of some use."
"As you put it, I have my own fatherly way."
My father said and suddenly took out a dagger, stabbing it in the forehead of Gong Laoma's corpse!
He forcefully dug out two pieces of Gong Laoma's eyebrow bones!
The other living Buddha's bodies had no much blood left, but Gong Laoma's corpse was still bleeding.
His actions did not pause, continuing to dig out Gong Laoma's two shin bones, and then began to carve the prayer beads with his dagger!
"Swoosh..."
"Old Gong appeared, staring at me father dazedly and said, 'Master, you're quite ruthless. That old fellow will probably dismember your bones and feed them to vultures with your flesh.'"
"He's still alive and has a good status, but this corpse in such condition... probably won't end well."
"Originally, did he have any virtue?" My father was focused on polishing the bone beads, muttering, "You reminded me correctly. I should have taken his bones and flesh to feed the vultures. The Buddha nature, his deepest Buddha nature is still in this corpse. I will take a part of it and let him refine a part more."
"Old Gong fell silent."
I kept sweating on my forehead, and my hair follicles were all standing up.
Just at that moment, Wei Youming suddenly appeared.
He stood next to my father, silently looking at his side, as if deep in thought.
It wouldn't be a special moment for Wei Youming to appear, unless there was something wrong with my father.
Although his actions now are satisfying, they are indeed very bold, and he hasn't said what he will do next.
"The way to heal is to erase."
"What's the way to heal you?" Wei Youming actually asked my father?
The "healing" that Wei Youming referred to was about Gong Laoma.
At least, in Wei Youming's eyes, Gong Laoma is sick!
However, Gong Laoma was too strong, which made Wei Youming unable to appear directly to target him.
My father did not answer Wei Youming; instead, he was even more focused, blowing off the bone fragments that had accumulated on his fingers.
