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"": "This was far more than another thirty-odd people arriving. Ordinary people alone could never exert such pressure.
The bitterly cold snow reflected the pale moonlight into another shade of eerie white.
Each of those people had ghosts who had died horrific deaths riding on their backs, wrapped around their waists, or perched atop their heads.
Those ghosts were hideous beyond description, yet without exception, they all tilted their faces toward the sky, as though praying devoutly for something.
The ring of mountains was still relatively far away. They would have to run for a while.
A smile curled Gonpo's lips, and he looked remarkably relaxed.
"You are, in the end, my Chief Seat."
"Though your thoughts sadden me, what you have done fills me with joy."
"You haven't called out my Dharma name yet because you have reservations. I can tell you the name of this fleshly shell I now wear: Gonpo."
Gonpo turned his head back and gazed deeply at Luo Bin.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" Fourth Master Gray shrieked, saying, "What is this damned bald ass talking about? All this mystical nonsense, sad one moment and happy the next. Enough of his gibberish! Hurry up and kill him!"
Fourth Master Gray had always been noisy, but now his squeaks came even more frequently. He truly could not contain his fury.
Luo Bin could not explain it, but his eyelids suddenly began twitching wildly.
Gonpo continued, "Do you know where the name Gonpo comes from?"
"It is the name of a Dharma Protector. His mother hoped their family would receive its protection."
"But after his father lost his life and his mother died of illness, his aunt and uncle came to his home and took over his house, his cattle, and his sheep. In the