When speaking to a practitioner, not a single word could be false.
A lama was no practitioner. Luo Bin lied offhandedly without the slightest guilt, and the other man could detect nothing wrong.
Explaining where he had come from first prevented the other man from asking.
Taking the initiative was more effective, and more natural, than reacting.
But the abbot khenpo's words gave Luo Bin another small surprise. They revealed something: an ascetic monk could take up residence at a Buddhist temple he visited?
Judging by the glimmer of delight in his eyes, he certainly meant what he said.
Anyone who could awaken from the three poisons induced by "Sbekolo," the Samsara Wheel Thangka, had to be an eminent lama master!
The three-altars great precepts carried far too much authority.
Did the three poisons work in much the same way as the three insects?
Greed, hatred, and delusion?
Luo Bin pondered this.
Although his thoughts moved quickly, his response to the abbot khenpo's question was still somewhat slow.
The abbot khenpo did not press him. His palms remained joined, the delight in his eyes turning to anticipation. He wore a smile and a faintly expectant expression.
Luo Bin stopped considering the three poisons.
He nodded, then shook his head before saying, "I came to find the Seventeenth Rinpoche. If he is here, I will stay. If he is not, please allow me to find him."
The most immediate benefit of accepting the abbot khenpo's offer outright was being able to move freely through the Dergé Thangka Temple.
But what about when he left the Buddhist Court?
Luo Bin was unsure whether that would cause any problems.
The Seventeenth Rinpoche was probably not at the Dergé Thangka Temple.
If he were, had Lama Tsangyang already gone to warn him?
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