Even though my father's behavior and actions are very confusing and make people feel that he is ready for everything.
After all... we are dealing with a living Buddha!
A mortal incarnation of a sun deity!
Is that not just the beginning of an eternal enmity?
If Ahong Rampa knows all this, I'm afraid even burning our bones and ashes wouldn't be enough to vent our anger!
The path my father took wasn't a typical descent down the mountain; it conveniently skirted past some red houses.
No one noticed us.
However, I began to hear a loud, chaotic noise.
The mountain, it seemed, had lit up.
There were lights, flashlights, and torches.
Lao Gong appeared, his head fell onto my shoulder, constantly sighing and panting.
"You've really gone for it, master! Master, master, you're not someone to be messed with. You've struck black and quick, ruthless and decisive!"
Lao Gong hadn't appeared earlier, obviously out of fear, not sure if we could leave safely.
Now, we can leave safely, and he finally breathes a sigh of relief.
Finally, we descended the mountain of the Five Lotus Buddha Temple. My father hurried in a direction again.
During this time, Lao Gong kept a strange smile on his face.
"Lao Gong, what are you smiling at? Will we have trouble?" My heartbeat couldn't help but be chaotic.
"No... I'm not laughing at you... Master, I'm laughing at that old son of a bitch! I just can't help it. Just thinking about him makes me want to laugh. I gave him a reading and he's going to be very different when he goes out in the future. Tsk tsk."
"How will he be different?" I said, slightly surprised.
"Others who become living buddhas are enlightened through the Rainbow Body, with clouds atop their heads. He, on the other hand, will likely have a bald spot on his head and some residual souls on his body. Their sky burial is a means of elevating the soul, and vultures are what transmutes them. However, it seems that only half of the vultures have completed their task. What do you think?"
"That must mean the rest of the vultures need to be transmuted as well. Can Ahong Rampa use his stick to chase away the vultures?"
"He must have realized by now that he has been completely consumed, even the bone marrow is gone. He might be boiling with rage..."
The last word that Lao Gong uttered was "thunder".
We then heard a bloodcurdling roar of rage and fury!
The voice was both young and old, filled with a strong sense of hatred!
"Ahh... Such comfort." Lao Gong's face was full of rapture as he exclaimed out loud.
My father's footsteps did not stop, and he continued straight ahead.
We began to distance ourselves from the Five-Lotus Buddha Temple and were not heading in the direction of Daxian.
"Not yet, he will look for us, if he can't find us, he will retaliate," my father's tone was particularly solemn.
He was particularly decisive, saying, "But he won't be able to retaliate. I will be his restraint."
At first, I thought my father's words meant that his being a living buddha bone bead signified his power.
After all, the bones that were left, were all here with him, and there was a head.
But I never expected that as we walked and walked, we would actually see the lakes outside the Luo family's estate, and even... see that mountain!
My father's destination was... Black City Temple!
I wanted to stop, but he didn't stop, so I had to follow.
"Master, are you mad?" Lao Gong shook on my shoulder, his voice startled.
"What Ahong said is true. Who else will go to hell if I don't?"
"If Xinbo is destined to appear, then who else will become Xinbo if I don't?"
"If the Five Lotus Buddha Temple were to become dominant and if Ahong were to have no reservations, then he might very well be the next Xinbo."
"He wants to restrain me, okay, I will be his restraint!"
In that instant, my heart felt as though it was plummeting down a cliff.
I suddenly stopped and grasped my father's shoulder with a force!
"I haven't summoned the Matriarch Ancestor yet!"
"There are other ways! We may not be afraid to face him head-on, and we already have the advantage of the first strike!"
My voice was extremely hoarse, and there was a hint of redness in my eyes.
"There's no way out anymore. Even if we summon the Matriarch Ancestor and fight him to the death, it would be better to disable his body and soul. How many times can the Matriarch Ancestor possess him?"
"It's as if they've consumed even Mount SiGu."
"People are coming to invite us, and we're attacking a living buddha. This isn't about the Black City Temple; other temples won't intervene?"
"We don't have the right."
"And, since Black City Temple is bound to produce Xinpo, it must be among the Hēi Luó Shà, what have we done? The previous Xinpo, Tangka, was destroyed. The whole of Black City Temple was filled with smoke and fog. Then it would be their turn to settle accounts."
"Unknowingly, all of this has been leaving behind potential problems for future generations."
"My master, this idea of yours is splendid! Who else would be able to become Xinpo if he doesn't? I guess it's the living buddha who was tied up who told you this, right?" Lao Gong suddenly asked my father.
"If I said that I have been considering this matter all along, but I think it's not going to happen so quickly. I can wait until I see the manifestation of the divine power and his wedding, and only then go to Black City Temple. After all, I have no guarantee that Black City Temple will accept me, and going there might mean certain death." My father replied.
Lao Gong fell silent all at once.
For a moment, I didn't know how to speak.
"Now, they will definitely accept me."
My father spoke in a decisive manner, each word pronounced with certainty: "The bones of the five old living buddhas, the bones of Ahong, made into garbhadana; Ahong's head. This is not just a knocking stone; it has already paved the way for me to enter Black City Temple."
"Ten years of imprisonment in the Black Jail, countless temptations, but my heart has become like a rock."
"I won't change, there won't be any of Ahong's ambitions, nor will there be the previous greed for life that Xinpo had."
"I will keep a close eye on Ahong. If I cannot eliminate him, I will continue to watch over him."
"I wanted to say something else."
But I still didn't know how to say it.
My father's words were so compelling that they left me speechless.
What's more, his perseverance, determination, and decisiveness leave people speechless and unable to persuade him.
"How about the previous Xinpo who was being pursued? Although he was divided into three parts, what if he takes control of your body and reunites again? Wouldn't that be like you are volunteering to die?" Lao Gong could still speak, and what he spoke of was another potential threat.
"He will come in, but not into my body."
"It's the garbhadana of the 13th generation Zen Master Enlightenment."
My father raised the bone bead hanging around his chest, the one he referred to as garbhadana.
I saw the special few bone beads, which conveyed a sense of emptiness and a pulling force.
He has already prepared all kinds of means.
"Oh..." Lao Gong was speechless.
"Xian Shen, you must follow your father. It's not a good time for you to leave now. Ahong doesn't know that we have arrived here. When he becomes enraged like thunder, it will be the beginning of his suspicion and paranoia. We should do the opposite of what he expects, enter his shed, cut up his body to feed the vultures. He will now think that we are still on the mountain, and he will believe that we are planning other mischief and challenging him." My father narrowed his eyes and turned to look in the direction of where we came from before saying, "By the time he realizes what's happening, the Black Su minority has already arrived to invite him as a guest. The head is a gesture of respect."
