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"": "Rinpoche said nothing more. His expression grew a little colder, and that trace of compassion vanished again.
Luo Bin knew that Qi Yu and the others had appeared.
"Let's go," Luo Bin said.
He had tried to persuade Lama Agong, but the lama had refused to leave.
Now it seemed that Lama Agong could not leave, either?
But Luo Bin had no way of knowing what else lay behind it all.
Right now, he and Rinpoche had their own task to accomplish. They could not lend a hand; in fact, they needed help themselves.
His thoughts did not slow his steps.
Darkness had fallen again before they knew it, and the two reached the river.
This time, Luo Bin determined their bearings using the Eight Trigrams method. Sure enough, a stone bridge spanned this stretch of the river, allowing them to cross without wading through the water.
Approaching from another direction, they reached the foot of Execution Mountain.
Mist wreathed the mountaintop, and an eerie ghost aura hung over it.
This dense ghost aura, yin energy, and resentful qi had formed the Execution and Punishment Prison.
"There's something I don't understand. Why hasn't the Buddhist Court dealt with a place like this?" Luo Bin asked.
Rinpoche explained, "Even a Living Buddha cannot move an entire mountain away. Too many people were executed here. Even if great numbers of ascetic monks circled the mountain day and night, they could not dispel its resentment."
"Besides, several decades ago, the Buddhist Court was not what it is today. It wasn't just Black City Monastery. Many others wore monks' robes while committing vicious acts. Only when the Jinzhumami arrived, their dazzling red light illuminating the darkness, did the false Living Buddhas have nowhere to hide. People rose up against