Having done a whole string of Buddhist beads myself, my dad's actions are more refined and faster.
Soon, he already had a rough round bead in his hand.
The corner of my dad's mouth gradually curled into a smile.
He became more serious.
Wei Yumin walked around the room, stopping in front of the living Buddha bone beads for a long time. His lips moved slightly and he seemed to have said several sentences, but his speed was too fast and his movements too weak, even lip language was difficult to distinguish.
Wei Youming disappeared.
Lao Gong has been staring at his night pot, seemingly muttering something.
We left, taking a considerable amount of time.
My dad making the Buddhist beads takes a long time as well, but relatively speaking, it's faster than at the beginning.
The sky lightened up.
Faintly, one can hear loud and noisy voices.
However, the sounds were distant, and this shed itself was already a sacred place. After Master A Gong became a living Buddha and his body was placed here, it became even more sacred to the five Lamasery, and no one dared to get close.
"Enlighten, you rest for a while." My dad slightly raised his head, and his eyes reflected calmness and tranquility. He said, "Master A Gong is still waiting for us to leave, perhaps he will start looking for us."
"The most dangerous place is the safest, this principle has been time-tested."
Indeed, who would think to look for someone at the shed of Master A Gong?
The living Buddha bone beads blocked their breath, and Master A Gong himself would not have thought we would come here, much less the ordinary lamas who dare not disturb them.
I ate some food from the shed and had a nap.
While my dad, however, seemed not at all anxious; he was more focused on polishing the beads.
Only after the shin bone, eyebrow bone of Master A Gong's corpse were all made into round beads did they put them all on the living Buddha bone beads string.
I could feel the thickness of the bone bead increasing again.
Time had passed for an entire three days.
My rest has been filled with energy, and my dad looks more vibrant than ever.
How would Master A Gong think for the past three days?
In the depth of winter, especially in such a place, it is always snowing with feathers, so he must not be comfortable.
The living Buddha bone beads were not hanging under the ceiling all the time. My dad began holding them in his hands, turning them one by one, making a faint popping sound. Of course, this sound could only be heard inside the room and could not be transmitted outside.
Another seven days passed, and the food and water inside the shed were almost gone.
That night, my dad took off the monk's robe from Master A Gong's body and wrapped it around himself, leaving Master A Gong's corpse bare.
Master A Gong's corpse looked thin, but actually, he had muscles when he was clothed, just a thin layer of skin, and underneath were muscle groups, which were quite aesthetically pleasing.
"Do not leave me more than three meters away." My dad's words, he hung the living Buddha bone beads around his neck.
He is from this place originally.
In itself, he has always given people a hard-to-understand feeling.
Now his appearance dressed in this, and added to the string of beads, seemed like an experienced middle-aged lama without any sense of incongruity.
Carrying Master A Gong's naked corpse on his back, we walked out of the shed.
Ten days later, there seemed to be little change at the five-Lamasery.
At least, I did not feel any sense of strictness or security.
Perhaps that feeling has not spread to this place.
My dad walked towards the shed under the cremation platform.
Upon entering, the smell of corpses greeted us immediately.
Even though I have only been here once, the memory is still vivid.
"Enlighten, you should be clear that each Taoist temple, Buddhist temple, or Iron Mountain you have visited all have images worshipped. Even your earliest nine-rank magic has worshiped the ancestor?" my dad said.
I just nodded, not interrupting him.
"Ling, the true body, this is what the Black City Temple worships. After the living Buddha is reincarnated, they will still properly preserve and offer the remains of the previous life. Or there may be some places of great importance where they will take away the remains. The remains of the previous living Buddha at this five-Lamasery should have been destroyed by the five people from the Thirteenth World Zen Ren, but after they self-destructed and sealed themselves off, there was no use for the remains."
"Through the worship of incense, using the faint connection between the corpse and the current life, absorbing this faith force from beyond the realm, making oneself stronger. If one is not present, it is equivalent to the 'deity' of Black City Temple."
My dad's words were becoming more and more profound.
I understand, but I'm starting to feel confused again.
"Aqon's corpse wanted to achieve this effect, he himself was a sky burial master, he himself was respected by people, he just hasn't had time to plan yet. I, helped him plan. I, helped his true body first ascend to heaven. He has been doing this for his whole life?"
His words sent a shiver down my spine, causing a series of tiny goosebumps to form on me momentarily.
He is to cut off the roots of Master A Gong?
At least, he wants to cut off one point where Master A Gong strengthens himself spiritually?
The female ancestor, Zushi, is worshipped at the Four Rules Mountain.
Initially, Gao Dao was the same way. After his death, many years later, the Gao Dao Temple still existed.
I don't know how much impact it will have if the remains are destroyed.
However, there is still some impact.
The most terrifying place is where a person has no vulnerabilities, and as long as there is even a small wound, the nature of that wound is completely different.
As he explained, my dad took out some tools from Master A Gong's monk's robe.
He began to cut up the corpse, separating the bones from the meat. The bones were stacked on one side, and the meat was placed in two buckets, filling them up completely.
The only remaining part was Master A Gong's skull with a missing eyebrow bone, looking particularly eerie.
My dad tied it up with a piece of cloth and hung it at his waist.
The bloodstench attracted vultures hovering, my dad muttered, "The more of them that come, the easier it will be to be discovered. However, Master A Gong won't know it's us for a while. We need to move fast. After a bit, you must follow me closely and don't let go!"
My dad said, he put his arms around a pile of white bones and indicated me to carry the bucket, heading towards the hill.
To maintain a distance of three meters without separating, I walked almost side by side with him.
Last time, I had never been to this slope. After walking here, the smell of corpses became even stronger, and the ground was slippery. An ordinary person might have already fallen to the ground.
Besides the blackish-red slope, like an aged glaze, everywhere else was snow-white.
The meat was poured onto the ground, and the bones were piled on top of the meat.
Before my dad and I could retreat, several vultures dived down and devoured the meat frenetically.
Moreover, some vultures carried a femur bone and soared into the sky suddenly. The bone hit the ground heavily, turning into a pile of shattered pieces. After the vultures came down again, they greedily ate the marrow and then ate the shattered bone pieces without wasting anything.
My dad did not linger and quickly left with me.
The sky was dark and filled with vultures. Their numbers were increasing, and they competed eagerly, making harsh and unpleasant calls as their wings flapped, creating a piercing sound.
I only felt an unprecedented heart-stopping and thrilling sensation!
