Beginning as a Tantric Academy Monk

Chapter 771 The End (Part 1): Burying the Ancient Tibetan Bottle

Upon hearing this, the old grandmother said softly, "Where is the Avici Hell? Where there is no Buddhism, everywhere is the Avici Hell."

Not only did she say those words, but the old grandmother then took out a hard-covered black notebook from her sleeve, placed it in front of "Master Lu," and pressed the notebook down with a large bowl.

He then said, "So that you may know, it was during the last period when this place was still here that some foreign monks came here. These foreign monks often traveled here and even wanted to build a foreign temple here. The king treated them very well and stole the limelight from the monks."

Later, the monks killed them, even cutting off their flesh and blood, and buried them under the Silver Pagoda, trampling on them day and night, so that their souls would be exposed to the sun by day and roasted by night in this earth.

Before they were captured, the king had sheltered several of the foreign monks, bringing them here in an attempt to protect them. They saw me and called me the Holy Mother, Mother. Unfortunately, even the king couldn't resist those monks; he came looking for them, took them away, and killed them.

Even I was kept here by them, and they wouldn't let me leave.
Just before those foreign monks left, he left this thing to me, saying it was a new place they had found for their master. I have this thing, but it's of little use to me now.

"I'll leave it to you; you need it more than ever. My eyes are so old they've become blurry; I can no longer see things clearly outside."

When she spoke, she was just like an old lady, starting to ramble on and on, her words incoherent. Even so, "Master Lu" sat to the side, neither becoming impatient with her rambling nor pretending to be "solemn" in listening to her.

In other words, "Master Lu" is now showing a "you say what I want, I'll do what I want" attitude.

It was a strange state of "not disturbing each other." Even so, "Lu Daoren" did not try to reach for the book underneath. He knew that this item was not prepared for him, but for "Yongzhen." Therefore, even if he reached out now, he would have no chance of taking it away. It was better to just sit here.

As for Lu Feng's thoughts, he clung to the "human skin scroll" and wouldn't let go. Even with his eyes open, he looked more like a "wooden chicken," as if everything outside had nothing to do with him. Therefore, the atmosphere here "froze," leaving only the rising "beef soup."

Until Lu Feng descended from the horizon and slowly entered this place, although his "golden body" was now put away and his injuries had not yet disappeared, Lu Feng gained something as soon as he stepped into this "royal palace".

The “compassion” here comes from “Tara”. “Tara” is the most famous “peaceful deity” in the “tantric realm”. When making offerings to “Tara”, there is no need to use large amounts of meat, blood, poison, feathers and other such offerings. The most that can be used to make offerings to “Tara” is “three whites”. No matter what, human lives cannot be used.

At the very least, it cannot involve the direct use of human lives and resources. Each "Tara" has her own "hope" and "compassion." Under such circumstances, in order to prevent himself from being "cursed" by his enemies, the "King of the Empire" not only needed a Bodhisattva like the "Great White Umbrella Goddess" to protect him, but also ordered the monks to create such a Buddhist treasure to protect himself.

The force of this pull was so great that even the other "compassion" elements, which resembled prayer flags, were drawn into the three Tara statues. Later, they transformed into the true form of "compassion," the "compassionate grandmother statue," which was neither good nor evil, only "compassion."

Such a thought was merely a fleeting moment for Lu Feng. He had already stepped into the tent. When the old grandmother saw Lu Feng, she stopped her nagging.

She looked at Lu Feng and was very satisfied with his tall and sturdy build.

She stepped forward shakily and stroked Lu Feng's face with her wrinkled hands. Lu Feng leaned down slightly so that his grandmother could touch him. After touching him for a while, the old grandmother suddenly said, "Very good, you are a very good child."

So here it is, take this and leave.

However, there are some things I still need to say to him.

As she spoke, the old grandmother took the black notebook out of the "big bowl" and placed it in "Taoist Lu's" hands. This time, "Taoist Lu" accepted it, glanced at Lu Feng, and then left!

Lu Feng casually glanced at the "notebook." This notebook was somewhat similar to those he'd seen on the road carried by the "explorers" who had come with "Jack" but were killed by the monks of the "Temple of the Origin of All Dharmas." However, the writing on it was clearly not the language of "Jack's" country; it was a different language. In other words, these "foreigners" killed by the monks in the "Royal City" had arrived in the "Secret Dharma Domain" much earlier than "Jack." Lu Feng also understood his grandmother's words: her eyes were playing tricks on her.

The vision was blurry, but the "compassionate grandmother" was not human. She could not grow old, so it was impossible for her to have blurred vision. At least, it was not a vision problem caused by her physical body. The black notebook she gave him must have come from the "explorers" in the West. They must have found a place to bury the "Tibetan Ancient Bottle" and the "human figurine". Now that the grandmother had given this to Lu Feng, she was telling Lu Feng to go to that place and bury the things.

After stroking Lu Feng's face, the old grandmother, with a kind and gentle expression, said to Lu Feng, "Please sit down, please sit down."

Lu Feng was tall. He didn't bow his head. The "compassionate old grandmother" couldn't touch the top of Lu Feng's head, but now, the "old grandmother" told Lu Feng to sit down. Upon hearing this, Lu Feng sat down cross-legged, and the old grandmother stroked Lu Feng's head, like an old grandmother stroking her grandson. The old grandmother stroked his head while shedding tears.

He said, "My son, my poor son."

Lu Feng clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.

The old grandmother was so gentle, like she was holding a Bodhisattva in her arms, she slowly held Lu Feng in her arms, constantly calling out "my son". She did not let Lu Feng eat "beef soup" or drink "butter tea".

She said slowly, "Be careful, my son."

You're so fat and big, there were wolves on your way here and bears on your way back.

They are all cannibals, they are all cannibals.

I have nothing to give you either, so here, here, I'll give you a knife.

After she finished speaking, a knife suddenly appeared in Lu Feng's hand. She wrapped her hand in Lu Feng's hand and told him to hold the knife tightly. Lu Feng did not need to look down to "see" the appearance of the knife in his hand. This knife was the small knife that "noble lords" used to eat meat.

The handle is made of red copper and inlaid with agate gemstones at both ends.

Such a knife is useful for eating and cutting meat, but when used for self-defense, it can only injure the user, not others.

This knife was not designed to pierce someone else's body.

Most knives have some kind of protection on the handle.

Such a knife is not designed for cutting flesh. Therefore, if you hold such a knife and forcefully stab someone, you will not only fail to penetrate the other person's internal organs, but you will also cut your own hand. The old lady forcefully shoved the knife into Lu Feng's hand and said to him, "Take it, take it."

Lu Feng looked up and said, "Good."

The old grandmother nodded in agreement and said, "Then let's go, let's go now."

Keep going, don't stop!
Take this knife and protect yourself.

She kept stroking Lu Feng's head, and after a while, tears streamed down her face.

Lu Feng made no move, but lowered his head and let his grandmother stroke him.

Then, everything around Lu Feng began to wither away. Even the "royal palace" around him turned into sand and dust, which was blown away by the wind. Even the "grandmother" in the palace gradually withered away in the wind and disappeared. Only a tear remained, which fell on Lu Feng's arm and seeped into his robes.

When the strong wind howled and blew over, extinguishing all the warmth on Lu Feng's body and obliterating everything before him, Lu Feng carefully sheathed his knife, tucking it into his monk's robe. He then stood up, straightened his clothes, and strode down the mountain. His grandmother seemed not to have spoken, but she had said everything she could say, so Lu Feng understood. Yet, even with this understanding, he felt no fear. When he first took this step, leaving Zhasa, he was filled with trepidation and fear. He concealed everything, daring not to reveal anything, even sleeping with his robe stuffed in his mouth, afraid of uttering something unworthy of being spoken.

But as he rose higher and higher, he became increasingly famous.

Not afraid anymore.

Or rather, they were terrified.

When the old grandmother departs, compassion is gone. Whether the compassion is too small to be suppressed, or the "compassion" close to him cannot protect him, even the prayer flags of the Bodhisattva's "compassion" cannot protect him in the end. The remaining "prayer flags" are all "compassion" with their own masters, and cannot save him.

"So some of the wind horses originated from here."

Lu Feng turned around.

"Let's go!"

This time, Lu Feng didn't even turn his head.

"Lu Daoren" had already put all the "swords" in his arms, and when Lu Feng's time came, he planted the "seeds" again in the "royal city".

Seeing Lu Feng stride out, he handed the "black notebook" he was holding to "Yongzhen".

Lu Feng glanced at it briefly, then, after examining it closely, pointed in the direction where the sun was slowly rising and said, "Let's go. Go there and leave everything there!"

"Master Lu" nodded, and Lu Feng walked with him. They piled up "Mani stones" in some places, creating a path in this long-abandoned place, which could also be considered a "path to survival." The black notebook recorded many mountains and geography. These "explorers" were very good at recording human and geographical matters.

What they were going to do is another matter. They simply put a lot of effort into recording some astronomical phenomena. Lu Feng was holding one of their results in his hand. Holding the object, Lu Feng pointed to a distant, seemingly unremarkable mountain and said, "Let's find it there and see what's there."

Even so, as they walked, Lu Feng still asked, "Can you feel anything?"

The wind stopped.

The sun is about to get scorching hot again.

"Master Lu" ignored Lu Feng, and the bowl of "butter tea" made him feel very comfortable. He even sang a tune on the way.

He simply found an umbrella on his person and carried it over his head.

"The weather is scorching, but I have my protective umbrella to shield me, so what does this matter have to do with me?"

"You actually possess such a treasure? Then, give me one."

"Alas, I only have one of these precious umbrellas, and I have no extras."

I can only protect myself; I cannot protect anyone else.

Forget about it.

"I am your true self."

"Since it is my original form, then what I have, you naturally have too. Since you already have it, what's the point of asking for this one from me?"

"mean."

Lu Feng said.

Upon hearing the original's evaluation, "Daoist Lu" sneered and said, "Stingy?"
Then let me ask you, along this journey, do you think the trees I planted are good or not?

Lu Feng said, "It's good that you planted trees, but I'm actually ignorant. Can your trees compare to the sun in the sky?"

"Master Lu" laughed and said, "Not as good as him, not as good as him."

It is only the shade of a big tree that can provide some coolness, even when it is scorching outside.

How about this: you thank the people following me along the way, and say, "Thank you, big tree."

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng actually stopped.

He glanced at "Taoist Lu," and then actually performed "supreme worship and prostration," bowing deeply towards the back.

Say, "Thank you, big tree!"

When Lu Feng bowed down, "Daoist Lu" stepped aside and waited until his own body had bowed before saying, "You have bowed to these trees, and these trees will also help you."

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng didn't say anything more, but simply put away his knife and headed in the designated direction.

However, the three of them traveled together along the way.

When they left, "Zhan Dui" remained there forever.

Even when the fighting was taking place outside, the "occupying pile" did not appear.

At this moment, Lu Feng was about to leave, and once he left, he would never return. Even at this moment, "Zhan Dui" had not left, and Lu Feng did not even glance at his place again. It was just that one of the three people who went there was now missing.

The two left the "Royal City" like the wind, heading towards the burial place. Only in the wind that belonged to the two of them could their voices be heard, first Lu Feng's, then "Daoist Lu's".

Lu Feng said, "Look at us, riding the wind, as fast as the wind, as swift as lightning. But if we were to go against the wind, our robes would billow and our sleeves would bulge, making it almost impossible to move. Along the way, the wind has been on our side. Just now, when this palace was in decline, could you feel the wind change?"

"Master Lu" said, "Wild horses, dust, and living things breathing each other."

Lu Feng said, "My wild horse, I will never see her again. She has been waiting here for too long, enduring for too long, just to see me. Now, my wild horse is gone, but the greatest creature has begun to blow her wind. This wind is so fast that it can blow from the most remote no-man's land to Nyima Nadacuo, and it can reach you in a day."

"With me in the ranks, with the 'Human Skin Scroll' in the ranks, those great monks sent out by Bodhisattva Drokdendra, they couldn't ride the wind; with me holding them back, they had to follow step by step. But now I'm gone."

During this exchange, Lu Feng turned back to look at "Nyima Nadacuo" and said, "Perhaps the keys were all ready the night I left. Even if the keys were ready, then even if Zhuoge Dunzhu Bodhisattva wanted to hold back the time, he probably wouldn't be able to."

Before the hidden treasure was opened, he was the greatest Bodhisattva. But now that all the keys are in place, I fear that even the greatest Bodhisattva is no longer the greatest.

In the realm of esoteric Buddhism, the teachings of bodhisattvas are the most indestructible metaphors.

No one can stop them!

……

It was also at this time.

Lu Feng himself had experienced a lot in the mountains and in the uninhabited areas, but outside, things still unfolded in an orderly manner. Along the way, many monks prostrated themselves, as well as nobles heading to this place. Many "tents" appeared on and off the mountain, inviting these "distinguished guests" to stay there. The mountain and the area around it were bustling with activity.

It was at this moment that Lu Feng's thoughts remained in the "Ganye Temple," and looking at the dilapidated "Ganye Temple," they began to take shape again.

The "Tsochin Hall," where the ceremony was to be held, was covered with silk ribbons.

One by one, the butter lamps were lit, and the Buddha statue of "Mahavairocana" that Lu Feng had obtained was offered on the table in the "Tsochin Hall". It was covered with a red cloth, so it looked somewhat like it used to be.

Even some of the collapsed houses were rebuilt.

Since the position of "Hutuktu" has not been stripped, after the "reincarnated Buddha" is found here, he must be "enthroned".

Even the things needed for "sitting on the bed" are now very neatly arranged, and the sun rises at this moment.

Everyone started heading up the mountain.

Lu Feng glanced once more at the "lotus stool," which was the most important item during the "enthronement" ceremony—this "lotus stool" was the most crucial element of the ritual.

The number of layers, their size, and the contents inside were all clearly specified. There were also monks in red robes—these were monks from the other sects brought by Lu Feng. For now, they were naturally disciples of the "Ganye Temple," having re-entered the "Temple of the Origin of All Dharmas" system. These "monks" would also perform their prescribed actions after the ritual began. These were all distinctions of "rank and order," and none could be taken lightly.

Even the two "Bodhisattva messengers" from the "Temple of the Origin of All Dharmas" stood here with tense expressions, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent, as they too had to act according to this ritual.

Lu Feng stood at a distance, looking at this place, when suddenly a feeling of joy washed over him.

A single sentence emerged from his heart chakra, passed through the central channel, and came out directly from his mouth.

A thousand words can be summed up in one sentence.

It all came together in one sentence.

Will everything be alright?

Yes, will everything be alright?
(End of this chapter)