Are there really no more variables?
My father is at Black City Temple, how is he?
In name, he surrendered and would do Shemp, but has his strength reached the level of Shemp?
The difficulty should be quite high, after all, he doesn't even possess real person strength, and there is still a long way to go before he can achieve the Yang Shen.
I quickly drew a diagram in my room, the map of Black City Temple that I remembered was very clear, I was certain that I didn't draw it wrong.
Next, I called Wu Jinluan to come and take the blueprint.
"Master Luo, have you made up your mind?" Wu Jینluan asked me, his expression showing a mix of urgency and confusion.
"The others can't stop you, Master He knows your temperament, but..." Wu Jijuan's words were only halfway out.
I smiled and said, "What about Mr. Wu?"
"My pregnant wife and her entire family are in his hands," I asked. "Is there any other way we could compromise?"
Wu Jiluan was silent, then said, "Mr. Tang refuses to change direction, Master He has already contacted him."
"Previously, I cast a divination, not for Master Luo but for many Taoist abbeys, this journey is fraught with danger, but there is still a way that has a chance to save your life, Master Luo went to the Five-Lu Temple, if the situation does not develop as expected, then run west. I will meet you there with many Taoist abbeys and wait for you. As long as you are not deceiving us and truly have the ability to save your life, we can leave safely."
"Master Luo is correct. In that case, anyone else might only have one person like Han Jin who would flee at the critical moment. Effort may be in vain, but not making an effort is guaranteed to result in nothing. Regret is always a punishment for those who never take action."
"If things don't work out, it's just regret, regret drives people to reach the top, and regret will slowly erode one's defenses."
A sudden silence followed Wu Jinluan's words.
The former is the action they have taken.
The latter is Wu Jinluan's perspective.
He lacks the Buddha's profound insight of Jinlun Shenxiao, but Master Wu's words seem to resonate more with human emotions? It seems ordinary, but upon closer reflection, it reveals profound truths that cannot be refuted.
"Remember, Master Luo, things may change, you must head west, and they may not be truly of one heart. This may be your chance to break free from restrictions." Wu Jinluan spoke with great emphasis once more.
I nodded.
Wu Jinlan then took out a pair of frameless glasses from his bosom and handed them to me.
"Master Wei has already stopped following me," I shook my head and refused immediately.
"Five-Lu Temple has more and heavier patients, if he can come out, it's definitely to see a doctor, if we use Dai Hong, we will have one more chance to win." Wu Jinluan explained.
I said no more, and took the thing that Master Wei Youming had left behind.
Only then did Wu Jinluan take the map that I had drawn and leave the room.
Standing silently for a few minutes, I took out my mobile phone and tried to call my father again. As expected, there was no signal at Black City Temple, I couldn't reach him, the phone was turned off.
After that, I abandoned all other thoughts and left the room directly.
As I walked down from the elevator to the main hall, I saw that the golden armor lama and others stopped chanting sutras and stood up.
These lamas all casted their eyes towards me.
The golden armor lama bowed before saying, "The living Buddha said that if the Taoist immortals refuse to come the first time, then the second time it will be Master Luo going to the banquet alone. Master Luo, please."
I slightly narrowed my eyes, looked at them deeply, and then walked straight out of the hotel. These lamas followed me.
There were many tourists, both locals and visitors, gathering outside the hotel. They were originally looking around. As soon as we came out, their gazes were focused on us.
This place is small in Daxian County. With the lamas gone, it's bound to draw attention. The arrival of Taoists would be even more surprising. The sudden scene of a lama inviting a Taoist would naturally attract even more attention.
Shortly after, we left the street where the hotel was located, and the rest of the road was much quieter.
"Don't you have a backup car?" I asked casually.
The golden armor lama said a Tibetan sentence before explaining, "The living Buddha asked us to come here on foot to show sincerity. We originally thought that having many Taoists walk would also allow us to appreciate some of the local scenery."
I didn't say much, I wasn't sure if Master Gong had such thoughts. But I doubted it.
The sunlight was so intense, it burned directly onto the skin, causing a slight sting.
Walking on the broad road, surrounded by continuous grasslands, white sheep grazing among the grassland, the clouds in the sky moving under the wind, as if the heavens and earth were connected as one.
"The land here is closest to heaven." The golden armor lama suddenly spoke up, his Mandarin still clumsy but imbued with a mysterious devotion.
"Maybe, but the place closest to heaven is not a temple now." I replied in turn.
At that moment, the golden armor lama's face turned incredibly cold.
It wasn't just him, but the other lamas also had a hint of anger in their expressions.
As if my words had wounded them all.
No one answered me, they all lowered their heads and started walking silently.
I originally didn't want to say more to them, silence was actually better.
The conversation had been initiated, and it inevitably made me ponder throughout the journey, what exactly was there on that mountain of the Eight Houses?
It is said to be the place where the living Buddha was born, but the living Buddha himself refuses to return?
It should be a sacred site, yet someone has taken possession of it, and it seems to be ignored?
Furthermore, I've always wondered, why are there so many living Buddhas in this land?
It's completely different from the Taoist sect, where there are very few living Buddhas. It seems that every prominent Buddhist temple must have one or even several, and each major Buddhist temple corresponds to a Black City Temple and Xinbo.
Have they slain the three insect phantoms?
If they have, then why do they still have such a strong attachment to desire?
Yes, Master Gong represents the greed. As for my understanding, it seems he is greedy for his own power, identity and life. That's all I can tell you for now.
As for the Xinbo in Black City Temple, it's not just greed, the existence of Mingfei adds lust, and their emotions are filled with brutality. It seems that they have reached such a level, yet their inner greed seems to be rampant like the insect phantoms. However, Black City Temple has not been controlled or disturbed by the insect phantoms.
Are they truly cultivating to become Yang Shen?
Compared to the Taoist cultivation of Yang Shen, they are like people with heart issues.
Are they worthy of being compared to females like Nu Er Zhu Shi, Lei Ping Zhu Shi?
Even I feel that their mental state is not as good as Gao Tian Tao Ren.
Daxian is quite far from Wulaofo Temple, it took us half a day to reach there, and we finally saw the mountain of the temple as the sun was about to set.
A large group of vultures were circling in the sky, emitting a harsh and hoarse screech, adding a layer of gloom to the otherwise peaceful temple.
Even the occasional squawk of a crow sent shivers down one's spine.
The red houses scattered everywhere on the mountain looked like a sea of blooming bloody flowers!
My dad really made things tough for Master Gong.
