Suddenly, an old monk took a step forward, holding a string of prayer beads in his hand.
Before, I couldn't tell the difference, and thought it was just a string of prayer beads. Some slight discoloration was normal, but now I can see that it's actually a string of skulls.
My father used the eyebrows and shinbones of a living Buddha to create ghadara.
Who's bones does this old monk, no, this living Buddha, use?
It should be that of a seated monk, and not from a living person's bones, right?
A crisp snap resounded, and the collision of ghadaara produced a strange noise, akin to "ohm!"
Then there were two more snaps, one resembling "ah!" and the other "moo!"
Prayer beads are not used for reciting sutras, but their sound is similar.
The old Gong's head made a soft puff sound, creating an invisible hole. The grayness was leaking out continuously.
As he spoke, it was too late, yet too quick. Wei Youming's dark purple ghost mist surged up instantly, enveloping Old Gong.
All of this happened too quickly, in less than a minute.
I realized that there was likely no chance for a sit-down talk.
I had thought that Lama Agon might use some persuasive words to entice and confuse me, but it turned out that he would resort to underhanded actions. If the first attempt failed, he would use forceful measures!
In a moment of thought, I held the malevolent corpse pill in one hand and chanted a spell with the other.
In the ghostly mist, Da Huang's malevolent corpse appeared and disappeared.
At the same time, I opened my mouth and recited, "One look, sitting in the ten directions!"
What I didn't expect was that the old monk who was manipulating the ghadara recoiled and took two steps back, his eyes showing a hint of reverence.
For a moment, the tense atmosphere was gone.
The ghostly mist swirled, and Wei Youming, like Dai Hong's malevolent corpse, appeared and disappeared.
Old Gong stooped, supporting himself with one hand on his forehead. His eyes were cold and menacing, yet he remained silent.
Quiet, utter silence.
" Lama Agon, there's no need to hide your head and tail. I know, you are one of them," I said hoarsely, my spirit heavy.
"Is it important?" Another old monk opened his mouth, and shook his head slightly.
Old Gong bared his teeth, as if he wanted to curse, but he didn't know whom to blame.
I let out a breath of stale air before saying, "Maybe. To you, it may not matter. Perhaps to you, nothing is important. But, monks killing people, Buddha killing people... is that really the true face of all great monasteries?"
As I spoke these words, my eyebrows were tightly knitted.
The oldest monk present was startled. He shook his head and said, "Reverend, you must be mistaken. How could a temple harm people without reason?"
"Old club, you're not only blind but also have a poor memory?" Old Gong's sharp tongue finally found its target, cursing and muttering, "Ignoring the mischief that Lama Agon has been up to, you guys had me sit on the sharp stick before. He went down and died right away. Isn't that also harming human life?"
"Attempted murder is still murder," Old Gong said with a dark countenance, becoming more and more confrontational.
The old monk shook his head and said, "For an ordinary person, this is murder. However, Master Luo is not ordinary. He is the grandson of the previous Xinpo of Hei Cheng Temple in Dacheng County and the son of the current Xinpo. His asceticism was after he first took refuge in Buddhism and then atoned for his sins."
Old Gong: "?"
"So, you bunch of people have captured and imprisoned the Huo family. After all that, what is it? It's a case of implicating others? Because the Huo family's daughter-in-law is my son-in-law," he said in a low voice. "Then, the first to die should not be my son-in-law, nor the Huo family. It should be Lama Agon."
"Originally, my father and myself wouldn't have entered the Black City Temple. Why did we go? It was because he called for us."
"Old guy is both the instigator and a friend of my father-in-law. It's possible that by summoning all of you, he wants to cause all of you in the monasteries to clash with the Taoist sects, fight to the death, and in the end, you all get killed. Then he transforms the Five Llama Academy into a branch temple of Black City Temple!"
Old Gong speaks too much, inverting black and white.
Before the words had even paused, Old Gong continued, "Do you know how my father-in-law confidently entered Black City Temple? It's because he and my son-in-law killed the previous Xinpo, yet the Black Demon still accepted him?"
I remained silent and did not interrupt Old Gong.
Having interacted with Wu Jinluan for a long time, my way of thinking has become more aligned with his.
Most of my attention was focused on the faces of the six old monks.
I noticed that the expressions of five of the six old monks had slightly changed, not because they were living Buddha, but there were fluctuations.
Only one appeared very cold.
He was about seventy years old, with the most resolute face among the six living Buddhas and also the most robust physique.
My gaze was completely fixed on him, knowing that he was Lama Agon!
Lama Agon's emotions were surging.
The other five old monk living Buddhas clearly listened attentively without interrupting Old Gong's remarks.
Curiosity is essential to human nature, even for living Buddhas.
Actually, it's more than that. The most important thing is that Old Gong mentioned the Huo family. I remember that at that moment, these living Buddhas' eyes showed confusion. They didn't know about Lama Agon's abduction of the Huo family.
Because of this, they were curious about Old Gong's words.
"Tsk tsk, then it must be said that there was a string of beads as a knocking stick. Lama Agon the old son is generous enough to give away it. Five living Buddhas, plus his own eyebrow and shinbones, were actually turned into a string of ghadaara. Moreover, he also expressed his attitude that as long as my father-in-law entered the Black City Temple, Tibetan territory would be completely controlled by the two of them in the near future. To prove to my father-in-law that he has not lied, guess what he did!"
Old Gong said this, pointing directly at the elderly monk who was seventy years old and robust!
Not only did I see it, but Old Gong saw it too!
At the same time, Old Gong also raised his head and pointed to the sky, although it was blocked by the temple's roof. Everyone knew that he was pointing to the sky.
"Using his body to feed vultures, he is not afraid to let everyone think that the Buddha of Five Lama Academy is a demon. He has splashed a pot of water that he can't wash off on himself, showing his determination!"
"You old bald apes have been sold out and are still counting the money for others!"
"Furthermore, Lama Agon, do you want to kill my father-in-law? What are you planning to do? Do you think my father-in-law will have no son after his death, and then you can become the new Xinpo?"
Old Gong's speech was too long and convoluted. He twisted my father's actions to frame Lama Agon, saying that Lama Agon and my father had worked together but then switched sides to take power in the future...
He was implicitly cursing Lama Agon for wanting to be my father's son?
Quiet, the inside of the temple was completely quiet.
The elderly monk, who was seventy years old, took two steps forward and stood in front of all the living Buddhas. He shook his head slightly.
"Indeed, you are a greedy ghost that eats people's souls. As expected, you are eloquent and can turn black into white."
"I was clearly oppressed by you guys, yet I became the one with a criminal record?"
The old monk's voice was strange, but there was also a hint of Lama Agon's tone.
He shook his head and said, "You say I abducted a family? Such a thing is unprecedented. You say I want to enter Black City Temple? That is absurd."
"I invited Luo Xian to come and talk to me, knowing that he led many Taoist temples and practitioners to climb up to Black City Temple, solely for his father Luo Munao. I also invited numerous living Buddha and monks to come here for the same reason."
"Luo Munao has already fallen into the demonic realm!"
