Fly, Zhuoma

My Blade-Credit Merchant, Chapter 107

"Dakini eats someone who has no skin, she will taste the strange flavor in their flesh, and experience their pain and hatred. Then the Dakini will not want to eat any more."

"These dead people had already suffered greatly from being skinned alive, and then they were bitten again by the Dakini —not completely eaten, but bitten once, so their souls couldn't fly to heaven—they suffered great torment several times over."

"The spirit will become increasingly ferocious and terrifying."

Gonpo spoke repeatedly.

He then looked at Zhou Yang and said, "But didn't you insist on sending her away?"

"Are you crazy?!"

"I can only try, just try. If the Dakini can take her to heaven, that would be best."

"If I can't take it to the sky, there's nothing I can do."

"It seems we still have to find a way to keep her body intact, to keep her skin intact." Zhou Yang looked around at the vultures stretching their necks and shrinking back. These silly, dull birds didn't seem smart at all.

Are they truly incarnations of the Dakini?

Can it take the soul to heaven?

After spending nearly a day in the Linzang region, Zhou Yang gradually realized that the true extent of the situation here could not be judged by what he saw at the moment.

There is indeed a secret power shrouding this region.

Whether in Guan Village or Daliang Village, Zhou Yang had never seen a being of Tsen Demon nature transformed from the soul of the deceased.

But he saw it in just a few hours while he was in Linzang.

Zhou Yang even suspected that the Tsen Demon, or beings of similar nature, could only be born in this region.

Upon hearing Zhou Yang's words, Gonpo's eyes Da Le, his lips trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes again. "You, you, you, you wild yak! Didn't you say that dismembering her body and sending her away would be enough?!"

What are you still thinking about?

"Are you going to go to the temple to steal her skin? Do you want to go to the temple and go crazy?"

"If you still want to go crazy in the temple—I can't go with you, I absolutely can't go with you. We'll have to tie you up and put chains on you Ajia— "

"No, no!" Zhou Yang shook his head repeatedly. Seeing that Gonpo's face had turned pale with fright, he quickly smiled apologetically, "I just wanted to sew a piece of leather on her temporarily. Doesn't she have a sheepskin pouch?"

"Take that bag apart and sew it back on for her, using it as her leather."

Zhou Yang had no idea what the situation was like Zongcha Gompa Dharma Temple.

His understanding of this region is still very superficial.

Under such circumstances, it's impossible to go to those temples that are described as extremely mysterious and terrifying by many.

His relationship with the deceased Zhuoma was merely that of a client and an employee.

Having helped Zhuoma to this extent, Zhou Yang felt he had already shown kindness and loyalty.

"Sew the sheepskin onto her body?"

"Won't it still have to be demolished?"

With tears still wet on his face, Gonpo spoke in confusion, then lowered his head and began rummaging through his bag.

He found a coil of thread for stringing prayer beads and a small, pointed knife, and handed them to Zhou Yang: "You're really brave. You can even talk to her. You should sew the leather for her."

"If you sew it up, you still have to take it off; what's the point of sewing it up?"

"Sheepskin isn't human skin, why bother with these shoddy things?"

"Hurry up with the stitching, we need to dismember the body and get down the mountain as soon as possible."

He was used to muttering a few words, but he didn't object to what Zhou Yang wanted to do.

"Okay, thank you, Master."

Zhou Yang took the two items, climbed onto the platform, and approached the blood-soaked corpse on the sheepskin bag.

"Zhuoma, let me bandage your wound and put on new skin."

"It will definitely suit you perfectly, even better than before."

He was Mindfulness between his brows, communicating with Zhuoma, who was lying on the sheepskin bag.

Zhuoma responded softly with a song, "Thank you, I bow in reverence----"

"It's just a small thing I can do; you don't need to be so formal."

Zhou Yang replied with a smile.

Zhuoma laughed too, but she continued singing, "Thank you, I bow in reverence----"

Zhou Yang shook his head and remained silent.

The Tsen Demon is somewhere between a ghost and a spirit. To understand the Tsen Demon as a fierce or malevolent spirit is to oversimplify its nature.

But Zhou Yang couldn't think of a more fitting description of Tsen Demon than fierce spirits and vengeful souls.

He stared at the bloody human figure on the sheepskin bag, imagining the skin that matched the corpse in his mind, while the small knife in his hand cut a long slit along the leather bag beneath Zhuoma.

Cut the sheepskin bag open.

Then, from the cut-off sheepskin, limbs, torso, and neck were cut out to match Zhuoma's figure.

The stench of blood emanating from the corpse assaulted his nostrils.

He stared intently.

Beyond his consciousness, he clearly sensed that another little figure was squatting beside Zhuoma, resting its chin on its hands, looking at him with curiosity and bewilderment.

The soft voice kept repeating "thank you" and "I bow in reverence" in Zhou Yang's ear.

Zhou Yang moved very quickly.

Perhaps because this body still retained Aji's muscle memory, the fake skin that Zhou Yang measured with his eyes was exactly the same as Zhuoma's figure.

He used a knife to drill small holes along the edges of the leather pieces, and then wrapped each piece of leather around the bloody corpse in order, before threading a string through the holes to tighten the gaps in the skin.

Human skin cut from sheepskin wrapped around Zhuoma's small body.

Despite Zhou Yang's best efforts in every step, his skin still had many flaws.

In the end, only Zhuoma's face remained.

Looking at her bloodied eye sockets and nostrils, and her mouth with its bright red gums showing, Zhou Yang couldn't imagine what Zhuoma must have looked like when she was alive.

He held the piece of leather that had been cut out to fit Zhuoma's face, and Mindfulness flowed from between his brows. "You come and sew up your own face."

"Zhuoma."

Mindfulness flowed like a tranquil, untainted stream around Zhou Yang.

The youthful figure that occasionally appeared in the corner of his eye boldly reached out and gently touched the Mindfulness that flowed like golden sand—she transformed into a small boat and drifted downstream. Zhou Yang's eyes rapidly widened, turning all the whites of his eyes black.

A pair of dark eyes looked at the small face in Zhou Yang's hand, and the fingers held a small knife, beginning to draw and cut on it.

The face, which Zhuoma had personally cut out, was finally covered with her flesh and blood.

Zhuoma also broke free from Zhou Yang's consciousness and returned to her body.

She was genuinely delighted, and a smile crept across her lips.

"This is the happiest day I've ever had in all my life."

I have a new skin!

May I know your name?

Zhou Yang.

I've written it down.

If I were to become a bird in the sky, I would fly around you.

"Even if I were to become a wildflower, I would still bloom at your feet."

Zhou Yang laughed upon hearing this, "If you were to transform into a bird, would you really only fly around me?"

"What do you do when you eat?"

"I'll come back after I finish eating—"

Zhou Yang straightened his expression, stood up from the ground, looked at the barely recognizable human body on the ground, spread his five fingers towards Zhuoma's face: "I'll give you one last gift—"

As he spoke, his brow twitched with Mindfulness!

A strange wave emanated from between his brows, flowing over his eyes, and down the arm that he raised toward Zhuoma's face!

A bright white light suddenly burst forth from Zhou Yang's palm!

The Fat Mirror Lamp shone in his palm!

The bright mirror reflected what Zhuoma looked like when she was alive.

Under the ripples of the Fat Mirror Lamp, the Zhuoma on the ground gradually changed to look exactly like she did in life!

Zhou Yang stitched up Zhuoma's skin, and at this point, the job was finally completely done!

He suppressed the ripples and lowered his arms.

Smiling, she said, "Fly, Zhuoma ----"

Zhuoma sobbed softly, without saying a word.

Amidst the swirling winds, her voice rang out. "Tashi Delek, Tashi Delek, Tashi Delek----"

Zhou Yang turned around and saw the edge of the sky burial platform, where he stood side by side with Gonpo.

Gonpo stared wide-eyed at the woman on the platform, Zhuoma, who had suddenly become exactly like her in life. He was utterly incredulous.

Di turned to look at Zhou Yang: "How did you sew this? How did you sew this?"

"How could you sew it so well? You really can sew it this well?"

He never saw Zhou Yang use the Fat Mirror Lamp on Zhuoma.

Even if one witnessed it with their own eyes, given Gonpo's limited knowledge, he would still regard it as some kind of miracle.

"Maybe it really is possible now!"

"The Dakini can truly take her away!"

Gonpo patted Zhou Yang Zhou Yang on the shoulder happily and then gave him a few more instructions. "You stay here and watch carefully without blinking. Even if you're scared, you have to keep your eyes open. I'm going to dismantle the corpse."

After speaking, he picked up a row of knives and axes from the side of the table and walked towards Zhuoma in the middle of the table.

He picked up a sharp knife, turned Zhuoma over, and brought the knife down!

The scene of blood splattering that Zhou Yang had imagined did not occur.

But the knife fell without hesitation, the cruel and merciless dismantling method, and the severed flesh still pierced Zhou Yang's eyeballs like needles!

Zhou Yang's pupils suddenly contracted!

Even though he had seen with his own eyes what Zhuoma's body looked like without skin covering it, and even though he had meticulously stitched up Zhuoma's skin, the current scene still made him feel unbearable from the bottom of his heart, causing his gaze to waver and want to escape!

To him, dissecting a corpse in this way was like dissecting himself!

In most people's eyes, the process of dismantling a body would resonate deeply with them, sending chills down their spines and making them want to escape!

All the insights into the impermanence of life and death, and the contemplation of white bones and beautiful women, now transformed into a bloody scene, plunging Zhou Yang into it and sending chills down his spine!

"Just treat this as a practice of visualization!"

"The visualization officially begins at this moment!"

"This kind of fear, born of instinct, is like a monkey leaping in one's heart, a fierce tiger accompanying one's body. When will this monkey shed its fur and become human, when will one be able to drive the tiger as if riding a qilin, and when will all fears be transformed into righteous and unwavering faith? When will this visualization be considered accomplished!"

Zhou Yang tried hard to convince himself.

Try to banish any feelings of disgust, discomfort, nausea, or escapism from the scene before you.

Whatever Gonpo took from Zhuoma, he began to Zhuoma in his heart.

Zhuoma grew increasingly skeletal, gradually becoming a skeleton.

In Zhou Yang's mind, her image became increasingly vivid and lifelike.

He didn't know when it happened, but his mind had completely calmed down.

The sky burial master picked up the flesh and blood from the platform and scattered it among the vultures around him.

The vultures leaped and flapped their wings, pecking at chunks of flesh and blood, swallowing them greedily, before taking flight.

All the flesh and blood were devoured by the vultures.

Zhou Yang also silently let go of the Zhuoma he had imagined.

"Fly, Zhuoma ----"

He calmed his emotions.

The eagles in the sky, their wings connected, resembled a large dark cloud obscuring the top of Narong Mountain.

"Click-click----"

Suddenly, one of the vultures broke away from the flock and swooped down.

"It's not full."

Gonpo grinned as he watched the vulture swooping down.

The vulture flew to a position more than ten meters away from Zhou Yang and suddenly began to circle around him.

It flew lower and lower, its wings ruffling feathers.

A dusty gray feather landed in Zhou Yang's palm.

The eagle folded its wings and perched on Zhou Yang's shoulder.

"Dakini ----"

Gonpo stared in disbelief at the vulture perched directly on Zhou Yang's shoulder.

Zhou Yang lowered his eyes and watched the feather dissolve into nothingness in his palm.

A slight stirring occurred to him.

In that instant, he felt as if that feather had grown onto his soul.

"Click----"

The vulture on my shoulder preened its feathers, then flapped its wings and flew away again.

It chased after the large flock of vultures. Zhou Yang was getting further and further away from it, but he could still sense it. There seemed to be some inexplicable connection that linked him to the vulture.

"Zhuoma."

Zhou Yang opened the Knife Credit Ledger Knife Credit Ledger on the first page.

Changes are quietly emerging in his personal abilities section.