"I'll melt...... This is the saddest ending, and only the most brilliant great virtuous master can be rainbowized...... I used to wish that I could be like them, abandon **, and reach a higher realm of wisdom...... However, I was not able to do it, and now I know that the outcome of the Fuzang Master is very different, and I did not do my best to promote the Dharma, but just kept silent, so I am not qualified to go to Honghua......"

A tear suddenly welled up from Guru Jiayu's old and decaying eyes, as shocking as a huge bead of blood.

"That's a fateful arrangement, but there is no distinction between high and low, and there is no difference between rainbow and dissolution, heavenly burial and water burial, cremation and burial. After disappearing, everyone is just a soulless soul, and all souls are equal, aren't they?" Gesang asked with a frown.

"No, when you're close to death, you'll find that rank is everywhere. Among all the practices, only 'rainbow' is the true fruit...... the true meaning of 'rainbow' is not death, but ...... It's eternal life, eternal life in the truest sense of the word......"

The bloody tear rolled down and fell into a puddle of water, quickly blurring, and the rest of the water turned into a puddle of blood.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you." Gesang slowly bowed to Guru Jiayu.

"It's okay, it's not your fault, it's just me. I now know that there is no laziness in practice, and that the result of reciting some scriptures 100,000 times is very different from 10,000 times...... If I were to be a practitioner in Tibetan Buddhism in my next life, I would have done my best from the very beginning to be the most devout person of recitation...... You help me, leave for a while, don't look at my ugly appearance before I melted......"

For Master Jiayu's last request, Lin Xuan and Gesang agreed in unison, bowed deeply, and retreated side by side, temporarily withdrawing from the Bagua Array.

Dorjee Tsomu leaned against a pile of Mani stones, exhausted, dozing off incessantly, and almost unable to hold on.

"How?" Seeing Lin Xuan, Dorjee Cuom regained his strength.

"Guru Jiahu has to think about some things for himself, so let's come out first." Lin Xuan explained simply.

The sky is about to dawn, and a shocking event is carried out in the dark night. When the sun rises, what appears in front of tourists from other places is still the silent Jiwu Temple for them to visit.

Visitors can only see the surface of something, the real truth, which only the true masters can reveal one by one.

"Why are you here?" Dorje Tsom was surprised by Gesang's appearance.

Lin Xuan made up a lie: "Master Jiayu asked her to come."

Gesang nodded: "That's right, it was Master Jiahu who called me here and opened up my wisdom."

From a deaf and dumb girl to a normal girl who can hear, speak, and laugh, Dorje Cuom was taken aback, and looked Gesang up and down several times before coming back to his senses.

Lin Xuan remembered the Bayeux map in the ancient scroll of "The Land of Extreme Things" and the folder, and suddenly his head was a little big. Fortunately, these strange things happened in the gossip array, and Luo Yuan and others had no chance to get involved. Otherwise, I'm afraid the situation will be even more chaotic.

"Lin Xuan, take a step to speak." Dorjee Tsomu came over.

Lin Xuan nodded, smiled at Gesang, and then followed Dorjee Tsomu to the right, to the other pile of colorful Mani stones.

This morning, the wind was strong, and the prayer flags hanging above the Mani stone flew up and down, like a long string of restless butterflies.

"I've been staying here, and I always feel like something big is going to happen." Dorje Tsom whispered.

Lin Xuan smiled bitterly, something big had happened, but the people outside the gossip array didn't know about it.

Duoji Cuom took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, slowly unfolded it, and sent it to Lin Xuan.

There was no writing on the paper, just a picture with messy handwriting. In the painting is a huge demon with nine heads, nine tails, eighteen hands, and eighteen feet, standing proudly among the mountains. It moves strangely, and is putting its nine hands into its nine mouths, as if it is about to bite and swallow.

"This is painted by Master Jiayu, after returning from Luo Yuan, he stayed at my residence for a while, painted this painting, and said some inexplicable things, to the effect that his practice has ended, not only can he not obtain the 'rainbow ascension' and catch up with the figures of many predecessors, but also have to experience the nightmare of the practitioner to melt with the wind, dissolve with the water, and flow along the leylines of the earth into the unknown Nine Shadows. Practitioners all know that in the various ways of death, rainbow is the most noble, the second is the heavenly burial, the third is the water burial, the fourth is the earth burial, and the cremation is the fifth, all of which can enable people to retain their souls intact and obtain the next chance to be reborn. As for dissolution, it is not within the normal channel of death. I could tell that he was sad and discouraged...... But he didn't tell me what the painting was about. Dorjee Tsom said in confusion.

Master Jiayu's death was inevitable, but Lin Xuan felt that death was also a relief for him.

If a person lives with difficulty in the way of "mountains and rivers", without drinking, eating, or metabolism, it is like an aquatic plant. Is that kind of "non-human" state of existence meaningful?

"Demons who commit suicide?" He couldn't read the painting either.

In Tibetan Buddhist texts, there are countless monsters that appear there, but without exception, they were killed by heroes, not by suicide.

If you think the network is good, share this site more, thank you readers for your support

,！