Avenge Every Grudge, Repay Every Wrong

"Om Mani Padme Hum..."

Gonpo, sitting beside the mani stones, repeatedly recited the Six-Syllable Mantra.

Many people in this area like to spend their free time either spinning prayer wheels or silently chanting mantras.

To accumulate good fortune for their next life.

I pray that after enduring the suffering of this life, I can be reborn into a noble family in the next life.

Even for a sky burial master like Gonpo, who had one foot in the "strange side" of this place, all the incantations he chanted had no effect.

The secret incantation he recited to summon Aji's soul was indeed a genuine incantation, but because it lacked proper ritual, it was ineffective.

It just so happened that Zhou Yang arrived at that time.

Those who can truly harness the power of esoteric mantras are Eba and esoteric practitioners like Deqin.

Or perhaps they are monks or Terma revealers in the temple.

Zhou Yang sat next to Gonpo, but did not recite the Six-Syllable Mantra with Gonpo.

Now, he does have two secret spells he can use—the two Mantra Point that were cast on Ghost Ten Hands.

However, once these two Mantra Point are used, they will disappear directly from Ghost Ten Hands.

"This was made from the leg bone of a thirteen-year-old child." Gonpo then fumbled in his clothes and pulled out a bone flute.

The bone flute has a row of round holes of different sizes.

The area around the round hole is decorated with horizontal and diagonal lines.

Gonpo held the leg bone, a nostalgic smile on his face, "That child was very clever, and good-looking, fair-skinned, unlike many of ours."

"I originally wanted him to be my apprentice, but he was later taken into the temple by a monk."

"Shortly after he came out, he contracted an infectious disease, and his body was covered with clusters of round rashes."

Not long after, he died.

He didn't have much money, and when he was dying, he asked me to help dismantle his body.

"People who die from infectious diseases are also considered to have died violently. I'm afraid of catching the disease myself, so I often don't take on such jobs."

"But I felt sorry for him, so I accepted it anyway." He said that when he died, he could leave me a piece of his leg bone to make a flute to summon the Dakini in the sky.

"This is the flute. Using it, I can summon far more Dakini than other corpse-dismantling people. Sometimes, swarms of Dakini fly over and can cover an entire sky."

Zhou Yang looked at the leg bone flute.

This eerie and sinister object, made from human flesh, emitted a halo of harmonious white light in Gonpo's hands.

The white light permeated the inside and outside of the pale yellow bone flute, making it look exceptionally fitting and appropriate.

It even subtly exuded a kind of divine charm.

Even without Aji's reminder, Zhou Yang knew that this bone flute was a truly mystical object.

However, at times like these, Aji would inevitably appear. "What a wondrous flute made of shinbone."

"There is no resentment within, nor does it contain any habit of Tsen Demon, ghosts, or spirits."

"Only the owner of the bone makes the most sincere vow to the holder."

This flute is connected to the sky that its owner longs for.

"Blowing the flute will summon the messenger of the sky, the incarnation of the Dakini..." "Wait a moment, I'll blow this flute, and then you take Zhuoma out of the sheepskin bag." Gonpo instructed Zhou Yang. He looked at the small sheepskin bag in the corner of the table, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I'll go with you to take Zhuoma out."

"Okay." Zhou Yang stood up and walked towards the sheepskin bag.

Gonpo followed behind him, took a deep breath, and brought the bone flute to his lips, his hand still trembling as he held it.

The Naren Brothers stood not far from the platform. They wanted to stand with Deqin, but were afraid of being Deqin, so Deqin kept a few steps apart. At this moment, the two brothers stopped joking and laughing, and stared intently at the scene on the platform.

His expression also turned solemn.

Zhuoma's sky burial is related to their blessings.

They naturally have to take it seriously.

"Waaaaah--waaah--"

Gonpo played his flute, its hollow sound echoing Narong Mountain, and carried by the wind to the distant sky and mountains.

The flute's melody, echoed by the wind, sounded desolate and ancient.

"Whoosh..."

Then, from afar, the sound of birds flapping their wings arose. The sound of birds flapping their wings is extremely faint in the vastness of the world, but at this moment, the sound of countless birds flapping their wings merged into a sound that spread from the mountains, as grand and far-reaching as the surging of the sea!

Zhou Yang, standing in front of the sheepskin bag, was also startled by the sound and looked up towards its source.

Just then, countless black dots appeared in the distant sky.

As the black dots approached, they transformed into vultures flapping their wings!

Their wings, when joined together, blocked out a large portion of the sky above Zhou Yang's head!

The countless eagles, their wings constantly shaking down feathers, created a rain of feathers from the sky!

The stench of decay and putrefaction grew even stronger around the sky burial platform.

One by one, vultures landed, lining up and rowing, stretching their necks and tucking their heads in, like free-range chickens, surrounding the central sky burial platform, their eyes gleaming, waiting for the sky burial master to give them food.

"Gah--"

At this moment, more than ten ravens circled overhead.

They cried out in the blue sky, but unlike vultures, they didn't land; they just kept circling.

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When Gonpo saw the vultures gathered around the sky burial platform, their strong odor mingling with their rather dull appearance, a smile finally appeared on his face. He pointed at the vultures and said:

"The Dakini dwells in the void and can protect people's souls, so she is one of the three roots of Esoteric Nature."

"Did you see those ravens in the sky?"

Zhou Yang looked up at the ravens circling and cawing in the sky. "Are they also Dakini?"

"No.

"They are the Protector Jaro."

"If there is any left over from the alms, just feed them."

As Gonpo spoke, he put away the shinbone flute, walked to the opposite side of Zhou Yang, and helped Zhou Yang untie the rope that had been wrapped around the mouth of the sheepskin bag.

A voice then came from the quiet sheepskin bag:

"Dad, I'm so cold..."

"Uncle, it hurts so much..." "Dad, hug me, Uncle, hug me."

Hug me, and I won't feel pain anymore, I won't feel cold anymore...

"Father, Uncle..."

The childish voice that came from inside the bag grew louder and louder, gradually drowning out the sound of the wind.

Her voice was choked with sobs as she pleaded and wailed, adding to the desolate atmosphere of the cold mountain ridge.

Upon hearing the voice coming from the bag, Gonpo froze, taking a few steps back. He stared fearfully at the bag, then saw Aji still standing behind it, motionless. He tensed up, opening his mouth as if to call out to Zhou Yang to move away from the bag, but fearing that disturbing the Tsen Demon inside would harm Aji.

He trembled, completely at a loss for what to do!

As Zhou Yang looked at the bag, the Mindfulness between his brows was subtly touched by the girl's crying.

Even so, he still did not sense the slightest fluctuation of the Puppet Threads or the Ghost Rhyme.

"Tsen Demon is neither a puppet nor a ghost."

It is not standing against living people.

"If it doesn't harm me, I won't harm it. For example, if a tiger walks beside me and doesn't intend to bite me, I won't interfere with its actions."

Thinking this, Zhou Yang began to untie the ropes on the leather bag, one loop at a time.

"Naren!"

At this moment, Deqin heard the cries from the leather bag gradually becoming indistinct, yet increasingly shrill and painful. His expression changed, and he tore off the "Songha Dharma Protector Seal Prophecy" from his neck, holding it in his palm. He then directed his two brothers:

"Zhuoma cannot come back to life!"

She's dead!

Let her go wherever she wants!

Naren and Quzeng listened to the sounds coming from the bag, yet their faces showed no fear whatsoever.

Their originally serious expressions turned fierce and ferocious.

Each of them gripped a thick, sturdy stick, and leaped into the sky burial platform, rushing towards the sheepskin bag on the platform.

Their eyes were fixed on the sheepskin bag, regarding the dead inside as the biggest obstacle on their path to accumulating good fortune!

Naren walked to the sheepskin bag first, raising a wooden stick to strike the deceased inside, when Zhou Yang, who was untying the ropes on the bag, looked up. "Get down!"

Throughout his journey, he maintained a calm and indifferent expression, as if it were none of his business.

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and stared at Naren as he spoke. Although his face was expressionless, the light in his eyes sent chills down Naren's spine— Naren immediately remembered a few years ago when he was defecating in the wild and saw a Tibetan bear slowly walking in the distance.

The bear also looked quite docile.

But when it saw Naren and slowly walked towards Naren, Naren felt his heart clench!

It will definitely kill him and eat him!

This seemingly honest and dull-looking Aji could definitely kill him too!

They ripped out his heart and soul!

Naren was immediately terrified, as if he had seen a ghost. He didn't know whether to drop the wooden stick or put it back, so he froze in mid-air!

He tried his best to force a smile at Zhou Yang.

The fierce look on his face vanished in an instant.

Quzeng didn't notice Zhou Yang's expression, or even pay attention to Zhou Yang words. He rushed forward and slammed the wooden stick in his hand down on the sheepskin bag—"Bang!"

The expected sensation of the stick hitting the limp leather bag did not occur.

Instead, a sharp pain shot through Quzeng's wrist as he gripped the wooden stick!

On the skin beneath Zhou Yang's sleeves, dark ant holes appeared. He grabbed Qu Zeng's wrist and twisted it, causing Qu Zeng to Quzeng and release the wooden stick!

He took the wooden stick from Quzeng and started hitting the two of them hard on the head!

While fighting, he coldly declared, "The deceased sent to the sky burial platform are the ones we sky burial masters protect!"

"They are our sky burial masters' employers!"

How dare you?!

How could you treat our employer like this?!

"Get off! Get off! Get off!"

"Bang bang bang--"

Thick wooden sticks pounded into flesh with each blow, producing dull thuds! Naren and Quzeng in agony, tumbling and crawling on the sky burial platform!

Gonpo stared at Zhou Yang in astonishment. This Aji was even more surprising to him than the Tsen Demon in the bag.

But he quickly joined in the shouting:

Yes, yes!

"The corpse is our employer!"

"The platform is our Ruoshaba's territory!"

"Get out! Get out now!"

The two brothers were beaten by Zhou Yang and fled in terror.

Zhou Yang turned back and continued untying the ropes on the sheepskin bag.

The rope around the bag's opening was wrapped many times, and after some effort, he was finally about to untie it completely.

You're no longer of any use!

"You can die now!" At this moment, Deqin, who was outside the platform, sat down cross-legged.

He gave Zhou Yang a cold look, then suddenly shouted a few words. As he spoke, he used his right hand and fingers to draw circles and lines on his left palm. A moment later, his left palm turned completely black.

It's like having a plaster stuck to the palm of your hand.

"May he die with his intestines ruptured!"

Deqin looked up and stared at Zhou Yang again, his right hand forming a palm with his fingers together, and his palm strike landed on the charred patch on his left palm!

"Buzz--"

A strange wave emanated from his palm.

In an instant, they coalesced into an invisible poison arrow, shooting straight towards Zhou Yang's brow!

Nine strands of Mindfulness thoughts trembled between Zhou Yang's brows!

He made no move.

An invisible poison arrow struck his brow, but upon being touched by the fluctuations emanating from the nine strands of Mindfulness, it softened like noodles and instantly disintegrated!

"His Esoteric Nature is too weak..." Aji muttered in Zhou Yang's ear again.

Zhou Yang didn't even look at Deqin. He lowered his head, completely untied the sheepskin bag, looked at the blood-red stain inside, and listened to the mournful weeping of the blood-red figure. He whispered:

Whether you are Tsen Demon or a wronged spirit.

"Zhuoma, take revenge for every grudge, settle every grievance."

"Use their blood to wash away your injustice."