The sound of Llama Agon echoed in the Buddhist hall.
Especially the words "into the demon," echo in my mind endlessly.
I locked eyes with Lama Agon, and his gaze showed no sign of retreat, nor any hesitation. It was resolute, as if he were truly engaged in some noble and solemn undertaking!
Lao Gong kept gasping, with even more muttering in his mouth, implying that Lama Agon was capable of telling lies, even changing his facial expression while doing so. He truly believed in the righteousness and virtue that he spoke of, forgetting his own stomach full of schemes and tricks.
At this moment, regardless of Lao Gong's verbal attacks, Lama Agon showed no signs of color, no signs of dissatisfaction or anger. Just like the other living Buddha's expressions, his demeanor remained calm and composed, as if his thoughts and emotions had not changed because of Lao Gong's words.
At least one point can be seen.
They are not like we thought, knowing that the Yao family was captured, they still aid the wrongdoer.
I don't believe a single stroke of the characters Lama Agon spoke of!
"So, Master Luo Xian, will you join the monk and go with us to resolve the issue at Dacheng Temple in Dachuan County, where the bones of the living Buddha were stolen by those evil men who seek to become another Xinbo?" It was still the elder monk over a hundred years old who spoke.
Though it was a question, his gaze seemed to convey absolute certainty.
The elder monk who had previously used the Kachopa formula spoke up: "Since you are a legitimate and prestigious sect, how can you allow such a savage and despicable father to continue? It is our duty to uphold righteousness and destroy our kin!"
In just a few words, Lama Agon erased the fact of the Zhao family being here, and the other living Buddhas directly resorted to moral coercion.
They had no idea about Lama Agon's problems, had no idea how dark his heart was, and even less knew that my father sacrificed himself to go to Black City Temple to keep an eye on Lama Agon.
Probably, even if I mention it, Lama Agon will have a silver tongue, and these living Buddhas will still believe that all this chatter is useless.
Peaceful achievement of the goal may still be zero.
Thoughts in my mind kept fluctuating and surging.
The only result I am facing now is a confrontation.
But I can't defeat them, so I have no choice but to flee!
No... possibly there's another result? That is, finding the Zhao family?
Will those living Buddhas still stand on the side of Lama Agon?
I was still lost in thought, and all those living Buddhas, without exception, continued to gaze at me, including Lama Agon. His expression was extremely calm, showing no sign of guilt.
"You've deceived me too many times, I don't believe you. I only believe in facts. I think the Zhao family was taken by you, and you deny it. That's not enough, you need to use facts to make me believe." I opened my mouth in a low voice, directly expressing my intention.
"What facts? My oath is enough?" Lama Agon's hands formed a sword-point, pointing upward.
"The vultures are flying above your head, just itching to peck you clean. What do you need an oath for? Get struck by lightning? Your morality is lacking." Lao Gong rolled his eyes.
"If that's the case, then let Master Luo look for it in Wulawofei Temple or any place you consider under the jurisdiction of Lama Agon. If, as you say, Lama Agon has truly captured an ordinary family, then Master Luo's anger is justified, and if we help him, we are aiding the wrongdoer." It was still the oldest living Buddha who spoke.
Then, the elder monk living Buddha, holding the Kachopa, nodded in agreement.
The other three silent living Buddha's also began to nod in agreement.
Lama Agon had no words to say.
"Finally said something human, not too despicable." Lao Gong stretched his body and smiled with a squint.
My heart also slightly calmed down.
At least, basic principles, these living Buddhas must tell.
"We will wait here in this temple, hoping that Master Luo will not leave without a word." Lama Agon cupped his hands together and gave a slight bow to me.
The other living Buddha's slowly retreated back to the Jingbu area and disappeared into the distance, leaving no trace and no sound of footsteps.
I stood still for about one or two minutes before heading in a certain direction.
Easily, I actually managed to walk out of the temple.
There were a few people standing outside the red wall, including the Golden Lama and some of the previous lamas, who did not leave.
I walked out calmly, causing a slight surprise in their eyes. The next second, they bowed respectfully without moving forward or even following me.
Taking a few more steps and moving slightly away from the temple, I could see more of the other temples, more buildings of the Five Lamasery.
"Those old things, indeed, are something. Lama Agon, this reptile skin monster, can only deceive them to come and help, and they still think they are doing good deeds." Lao Gou's words were unequivocal.
"How do we find them?" I got straight to the point and cut to the chase.
"Uh..." Lao Gou licked his lips and his eyes twinkled.
He lifted his hand and pinched twice, closed his eyes, and seemed to be sensing something.
"There's a bit of numbness, it's been a long time since I felt the things on Zhen Ying Xiao Jiezi's body." Lao Gou shook his head.
"What do you mean?" I asked again.
Lao Gou shrugged his shoulders and said, "A lot of living Buddhas, here it's too hard to calculate, all are messed up.”
With just a few words, Lao Gou implied a result: It's difficult to find the Zhao family in the Five Lamasery.
For a moment, I didn't say anything, just squinted my eyes, and my face showed a somewhat unpredictable expression.
"Precise finding is impossible, so we'll just look in one place after another, it's just such a large mountain and just a few temples. The old guy shouldn't hide them somewhere else." Lao Gou proposed again.
I calmed my spirit slightly and nodded, saying it was a good idea.
Then, things became much simpler.
Find people.
Starting with the nearest building to our line of sight, it was a hall of prayer, and even at night, there were quite a few lamas inside reciting scriptures and doing their prayers.
Lao Gou was even more direct, even saying it was slightly excessive.
He shouted out Wei Yumin and let Wei Yumin release a part of the ferocious prison. They tried to cage this area, which was a large group of ghosts wearing hospital gowns, inch by inch, searching everywhere. Although they didn't really dig up three feet of earth, the ghosts could crawl into places, and all of them had been crawled over.
When we left the temple, each lama's face was the color of liver, as if their faces had been rubbed on the ground.
As night fell, it was already getting dark, so our movements were quick. We conducted a thorough search, which could be considered carpet-style.
The main area of the Five Lamasery on the mountain top consumed half a night to find.
Beyond the main area is the red house at the foot of the mountain.
Wei Yumin was particularly domineering. He directly expanded the ferocious prison to encompass the entire range of the red house.
How could the symbol array of the temple and the ordinary monks' residence in the red house hold back Wei Yumin, who is known for his great evil, as a ghost?
And the place where he expanded the ferocious prison was exactly at the main gate of the Five Lamasery, where there were the most and densest red houses.
Soon, a large number of monks came out, and without exception, they chanted continuously, repeating the sounds of 'oh' and 'om'.
The Khenpo appeared.
He sat cross-legged in front of all the monks, as if he was afraid of what Wei Yumin would do.
Slowly, tears began to stream down the rough faces of the monks. A sorrowful atmosphere was spreading through the mountains, spreading around and around.
