No supernatural events occurred afterward, and Zhao Youliang, preoccupied with his thoughts, stopped drinking with the guests.
After seeing off the last group of customers and packing up to go home, it was just in time to offer incense to the two figurines.
Looking at the wooden knife and gold lighter that he had deliberately left on the offering table, Zhao Youliang hesitated for a moment but still did not take them back.
He had a feeling that these two treasures were more useful here than on his person.
After completing all the required procedures, Zhao Youliang lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.
An extremely contradictory feeling kept clashing in his mind:
At the moment when the Great Master of Bitterness risked his own life to lead away the hundred ghosts, Zhao Youliang felt that he was a living Buddha in the world.
With boundless compassion, I walk through the world; if I don't go to hell, who will?
It should be understood that Master Da Ku's actions not only saved Zhao Youliang himself, but also saved the innocent residents of the town.
At least temporarily, the town's residents were safe and away from the perilous situation of the ghosts roaming the streets.
But when he thought back on the past, Zhao Youliang felt that Master Da Kuben was a devil.
They are callous and indifferent, only knowing how to demand gold.
Even the devil, who does the most cruel things in the name of holiness, skins people alive and makes them into magical artifacts.
"Good heavens, what kind of people are these lamas?!"
Feeling agitated, Zhao Youliang simply sat up and subconsciously took out "I Miss You" from under his pillow and read it aloud.
Of course, he still didn't recognize the words on it, and just read them by feeling.
Surprisingly, after reading it aloud, I felt calmer.
It evokes a feeling akin to "Having seen the vast ocean, other waters seem insignificant; having beheld the clouds of Wushan, other clouds are not worth seeing."
In fact, it wasn't just Zhao Youliang who benefited; all the immortals who heard his reading voice also benefited.
Including Huang Yu and Chang Jie, all the immortals had gathered outside the bedroom door, listening intently to Zhao Youliang's voice, their faces filled with a sense of satisfaction.
The immortals at this time were in the state of "hearing the Dao"—the "hearing the Dao" in the proverb "If I hear the Dao in the morning, I can die in the evening."
The magical state lasted for a long time until it was interrupted by a sudden sound.
The owner of this voice was none other than the source of everything—the Great Master of Suffering.
"Om Mani Padme Hum".
"This old monk has taken the liberty of visiting you late at night, and hopes that 'Zugu' will appear to meet you."
At this moment, Zhao Youliang did not know what "Zugu" meant, but since someone came to his door in the middle of the night, who else could they be calling if not him?
In addition, the Grand Lama had just helped to lure away the ghosts... so Zhao Youliang immediately stopped reading, quickly dressed, and opened the back door of the paper-making shop.
With a change in mindset, even the title was changed from "Grand Lama" to "Master".
"Master, you're finally back!"
"How are you? Are you alright? Did you shake off those filthy bastards?!"
"Oh dear, why are you sitting on the floor? Get up quickly and come in and sit down!"
As Zhao Youliang spoke, he tried to help Master Da Kuben up, but the other party refused with a smile.
That's right, it's a smile.
This Tantric ascetic, who was usually expressionless, actually smiled at this moment.
That smile, so liberated, compassionate, and enlightened, is like the Buddha's smile as he held up a flower.
"Om Mani Padme Hum".
"After fifty years of ascetic practice, the old monk finally attained enlightenment at the last moment and finally understood why his senior brother entrusted you with the sacred Tantric artifacts."
At this point, Master Da Ku Ben stretched out his calloused hand and placed it on the head of Zhao Youliang, who was squatting in front of him.
“‘Zugu,’ you are surrounded by boundless darkness, and the demons of hell are tempting you to fall into the abyss.”
"Remember, no matter what happens in the future, never let your heart be corrupted by the devil."
"Mahakala will always be with you."
After saying this, the Great Master Ku Ben placed the bone flute into Zhao Youliang's hand and hung the human bone rosary around Zhao Youliang's neck.
"This item is not yet perfect; it still needs the old monk's help to 'Zugu'."
"Master, what are you doing?!" For some reason, Zhao Youliang suddenly had a bad feeling.
However, before he could make a move, the Great Master of Bitterness had already inserted a finger into his own brow, and thus dug out a piece of his brow bone.
Under Zhao Youliang's shocked and incredulous gaze, the bone, still warm and wet with blood, was strung onto the human bone rosary.
Thus, this esoteric Buddhist ritual implement was finally completed—it contained the brow bones of one hundred and eight esoteric Buddhist masters!
Having done all this, Master Da Ku Ben ignored the dumbfounded Zhao Youliang.
After standing up from the ground, he strode away, shaking a prayer wheel with one hand and striking a human skin drum at his waist with the other.
Only the sound of chanting drifted from afar: "The Bodhicitta is the cause, great compassion is the root, and skillful means are the ultimate..."
A night breeze blew, lifting the crimson robe draped over the body of the Great Master Ku Ben.
Zhao Youliang then realized that a large hole had been torn open in his chest cavity.
The heart inside had long since disappeared...
"master!!!"
Just as Zhao Youliang was about to chase after him, he was grabbed by the mad prisoner.
"Don't act impulsively, look!"
As the Great Master of Suffering walked, he was suddenly grabbed by countless ghostly hands that appeared out of nowhere.
The master did not struggle, but simply let himself be pulled into the boundless darkness by the ghostly hand.
Then came a loud bang, and the prayer wheel, the human skin drum, the flesh lotus, and even the master himself all exploded and disappeared.
At the same time, many evil spirits also disappeared.
Only the bright red cassock fluttered in the wind and drifted to Zhao Youliang's feet.
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