I stepped forward.
The distance wasn't far, but it felt like I was walking with some difficulty and it took a long time.
Lao Gong was still talking incessantly, implying that if I didn't go over, he would have to do the favor, and he could endure almost anything except seeing Miss Weeping.
My father's body trembled severely, but he didn't make a sound. His gaze at me was complex, containing confusion, excitement, disorientation, pride, but most of all, a trace of sorrow.
After all, it was just an attack on the body, and I could sense and hear everything. He could hear a part of it as well.
Even if it's not all, it's possible to guess many things.
Adding Lao Gong's words one by one.
What is my father thinking at this moment?
Finally, I walked to the entrance of Lotus Tower but did not go in.
The heavy negativity and resentment are too tangible, which can affect the balance of one's yang energy in the body.
"That's right, go to my arms, the Quickly righteous lady of the main palace." Lao Gong's one more sentence made me even more stunned and disoriented.
"You don't remember who I am."
The faint voice was even more carrying a trace of the sorrowful and melancholic atmosphere peculiar to women.
"It's not safe here, we can't stay long."
With another word, Qi Youyou disappeared without a trace.
Lao Gong was stunned, his head turned several times quickly.
"You old man, you're going to die of impatience! Quickly call out the main palace lady! Call her out! Call her out!" Old Gong's head was bobbing up and down.
I heaved a huge sigh of relief.
Because I originally didn't know how to say it properly, I only knew that it wouldn't develop into what Lao Gong said, but as long as it wasn't that result, there would definitely be some twists and turns.
Luckily, Qi Youyou escaped faster than me.
Perhaps, this isn't about avoiding something, but rather her concern for my safety?
"Qi Jia's daughter is right, this place is not suitable for us to stay long, we need to leave quickly."
"They think you are Xinbo... is that Xinbo? Dead or alive?" My father carefully asked me.
It's obvious that my father didn't see the scene where Xinbo's soul spirit appeared abruptly earlier?
It should be because it happened too quickly, he didn't react in time?
"Even if the head is gone, how can you possibly live?" Lao Gong's head floated in front of my father. His emotions changed very quickly, and he said with a laugh, "In this life, I sacrificed my life for my son. In the previous life, I sacrificed everything for the reincarnated son. However, Master, this Black City Temple is very ghostly. We almost crashed. There is a human skin scroll on Xinbo's body, and there is also the soul spirit of the former Xinbo inside it?"
"To be honest, if that Mao Zhan Immortal really gets their soul scattered to the winds, once the soul in the human skin scroll is released, it would truly be all over for us."
Lao Gong's words contain a lot of information, which can fill in many of the gaps my father doesn't know.
"That's... Mao Zhan... Immortal?" My father's eyes were more shocked.
"It's hard to explain, not just a regular immortal, but one who has faced a three-body worm once and a second true worm. He should have relied on his own strength to manifest an immortal spirit, but was pressed back by the edge, allowing lower-body blood to invade and harm both his son and daughter-in-law. This led him to a chaotic state until just now, when he finally understood and expelled the true worm. However, in order to save us..."
"Let's go, my lord, I can't hide for much longer. We need to quickly leave Black City Temple. Those old monks should go and notify the Black Lotus Asura to return, inform everyone that Xinbo has successfully reincarnated. With so many Black Lotus Asura, if anyone sees Xinbo's soul spirit, it might happen. It's unpredictable."
Lao Gong spoke so quickly it was like a fusillade, and it gave my father a dizzy feeling. He steadied himself and said in a hoarse voice, "Indeed, it's best to leave this place first."
After that, we left the range of the Lotus Tower and arrived at the Black Jail.
Of course, there was a little interlude. When we passed by some deserted Buddhist temples, we went inside and took out two sets of clean clothes to change into.
Perhaps because Xinbo had everything well planned and both my father and I were under control, there was no need for enhanced defenses. After entering the passage, we walked towards the exit.
Lao Gong did another thing. He asked me to use the High Sky Mace to pry open the cells along the way, and he told my dad to use Tibetan in Canghua to tell the prisoners that Xinbo was dead, Black City Temple was empty and weak, and they could escape!
The prisoners were all overjoyed, but not everyone chose to follow us. There were still quite a number of people who resolutely charged back into the Black City Temple from the same route!
It can be imagined that without Xinbo sitting at the helm, the Black City Temple, facing a chaotic scene in the Black Jail, would be unprepared and would definitely suffer heavy damage again!
By the time we arrived at the entrance of the Black Jail, the guards above descended and were immediately overwhelmed by the enraged prisoners. Either hit by their iron chains or bitten by their teeth, they were instantly drenched in blood and died on the spot.
Exiting the Black Jail, the outside was bathed in bright sunshine with a cloudless sky.
The sun in Black City Temple is also there, but it doesn't have the blinding and warm glow here.
The eyes fell upon the scene, and there was no one guarding it.
Looking back at Black City Temple, from this distance, ants-like figures could be seen running and moving beneath the temple walls.
However, they did not come towards us but instead turned back.
You can see more blazing fires rising on the hill, with black smoke rolling up.
It must be those prisoners who didn't leave, setting fire to the temple!
It also attracts the Black Lotus Asura to return and suppress!
I don't know what my father and the many prisoners said, but they all shivered and knelt on the ground. Then they crawled, and finally lifted their hands high with their palms facing up to the sun. The sunlight shone on their faces, and they all appeared to be extremely devout, as if kneeling before a deity.
After that, these prisoners scattered like a swarm.
However, three of them still didn't want to leave and crawled behind us.
My dad said some Tibetan, and those people raised their heads, showing extreme excitement.
"They have nowhere to go, and if they want to follow us, let them," my father explained to me.
I nodded, as I had no other opinions.
In front of us was a mountain, which could be said to be the gate of Black City Temple, and beyond that was the Lo family, acting as watchdogs.
As we walked, the three people had gradually distanced themselves from us, almost to the point where they could only be seen from a distance, as if they were about to lose us at any moment.
"Are they going to follow us again?" I asked.
"No, they won't bother us. They'll follow from a distance," my father said.
I suddenly understood.
We walked forward for a while, almost approaching the mountain. During this time, my father and I happened to keep silent.
Until we reached the foot of the mountain, right at the spot where we first encountered the mountain passersby, we stopped for a moment to pause.
Looking back at Black City Temple, dark clouds were swirling above, actually formed by thick smoke. The temple had definitely suffered an unprecedented damage.
"Huff..." I took a deep breath and said, "Xinbo deserves to be punished, and Black City Temple deserves to be punished. However, one person should have come, but he hasn't. If he had come, at least it would prove that he is still a good person, even if he chooses to take unscrupulous measures for his goals, at least it would show that he is not wrong."
"But he didn't come, which proves that he is indeed the kind of person Xinbo mentioned."
"He, by using me, reached a high position."
"He's afraid of death, so he doesn't dare to face Xinbo head-on. He doesn't deserve to be a living Buddha."
Word by word, my tone was cold and grim.
"Akong Lama? Perhaps, there is some misunderstanding." There was a hint of hesitation in my father's tone regarding Akong Lama.
However, I no longer hesitated and told him everything Akong Lama had done to me.
Saying that Akong Lama had achieved the realm of the Living Buddha.
He changed his mind.
These pieces of information are all things my father doesn't know.
He looked quite shocked.
Of course, I also told him everything about my relationship with Xinbo, filling in all the gaps that he didn't know.
After a slight pause, I said, "If Akong Lama were to come, dealing with Xinbo would be much simpler than we might imagine. In fact, he hasn't come. Perhaps Xinbo was too cautious, afraid that he might cause a change, that's why the Black Lotus Asura were stationed outside Black City Temple. If Xinbo had been more daring and directly determined that Akong Lama wouldn't be here, then perhaps the events today would have been quite different if he had left the Black Lotus Asura here." My words were straightforward.
My father became silent, and we walked for a long time before he said:
"There may still be some issues here. How does a Living Buddha appear? The first time the appearance of a Living Buddha is usually known when they achieve rainbow body, and then it becomes widely known through reincarnation... Akong Lama couldn't have become a Living Buddha without achieving rainbow body. If he had achieved rainbow body, then he wouldn't have been able to come here."
"Perhaps, it is Chán Róng reincarnating and occupying Akong Lama's body? If he doesn't come, then it is Chán Róng's affair, and not Akong Lama's."
The person in the midst is often blinded, and my father's mention made me realize I had overlooked this aspect.
The day of manifesting the divine spirit is the day of one's physical death and spiritual extinction, the moment of transforming one's body into energy.
A complete manifestation of the divine spirit is like thunder leveling the sky. Either it is pure and true, with no more soul poisons like the three-body worm, or it is like Miao Zhan who overcame the level of ghosts, and cannot pass that level even if one commits suicide or dies to resolve their body. Even when they become terrifying ghosts, they will still be stuck in front of manifesting the divine spirit.
To achieve a manifestation of the divine spirit while alive, is it necessary to seize another's body?
To become a Living Buddha, does one have to reincarnate?
Then, in reality, it means that Chán Róng did not come?
But obviously, Chán Róng, along with the other four living Buddhas from Wula Temple, were all locked in the underground. Even that place was considered a place of great evil by other lamas and monks. It is likely that only Akong Lama could enter it, and I managed to break in as well.
Even more so, I unlocked the chains that bound Chán Róng, and the change in Chán Róng's body, along with the sensation at that time, clearly indicated that his soul had scattered and his spirit was dispersed.
I did not free Chán Róng, but rather, I made him disappear.
This created a seemingly unexplainable contradiction with what my father had said.
If Chán Róng has been extinguished, how could he reincarnate?
For a moment, both of them fell silent.
Not until we were far away from the mountain and had walked for a long time, looking into the distance at the water pool, did my father say, "I don't know what exactly happened to Akong Lama, but it seems that your judgment is correct. My son and I were indeed taken advantage of by him."
"Like your father said, do not enter the Tibetan territory. This place is not just forbidden for us, father and son, but for anyone related to us." My father said resolutely.
After that, my father was completely silent and stopped talking. A sense of negativity spread through his body.
I nodded and looked up at the sky again.
The sunset had long since set, and the twilight was about to engulf the daylight.
In a daze, I seemed to see a shadow. It was by the water pool, and I, Luo Chiyang, and the white-haired Luo Penyun were walking towards Black City Temple...
At this moment, only my father, old Gong, and I returned.
This battle seemed to have few casualties, but my father had lost his parents, his friends, and had completely lost his family.
He had cut off the only link between him and the Luo family.
I, as such.
