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"": "People began filing out of the Spirit-Transfer Cave.
Kong An did not move. He simply watched in silence.
He was no reckless brute.
In a sense, the Black City Monastery was one of the origins of the Buddhist Courts of the Tibetan Lands. It simply adhered more firmly to its own identity. The Buddhist Courts, meanwhile, had made contact with Buddhist traditions beyond their borders and developed into another sect.
This sect separated spiritual cultivation from physical training, producing warrior monks collectively known as Deduos.
This was especially true of ordinary Buddhist temples, where warrior monks were more numerous and their classifications more specialized.
It seemed very orderly, but it created one problem: the individual was far too weak.
Of course, this allowed for more monks.
The requirements were relatively lower, after all.
Black Rakshasas were different.
A Black Rakshasa had to excel in every respect.
Mental fortitude, thought, and martial prowess.
A single Black Rakshasa could be both a Buddhist Court's finest lama and its finest Deduo, without any flaws or vulnerable points.
Moreover, their hearts were purer, their decisions to kill more resolute. They were closer to the deities.
Ordinary Buddhist temples regarded this purity as Buddha-nature.
Kong An knew something was about to happen.
"This is your gift to the deity, and the cornerstone the deity has granted me to establish my temple."
"Amitabha."
"Amitabha."
Luo Bin spent almost the entire day on the third floor. He did not continue drawing talismans, instead immersing himself in the Yin-Yang Arts of Primordial Calculation.
The more progress he made in divination, the more he understood that the Yin-Yang Arts required constant, in-depth study. There was always something new to discover.
At noon, Miao Miao brought him food.
This time, of course, she