Primordial Right Consciousness

"The Dakini Incarnation Primordial Right Consciousness (Zhuoma) is the manifestation of the dakini."

This line of text has appeared in Zhou Yang's personal ability section.

His gaze was fixed on this line of text, but the "Knife Credit Ledger" offered no clues.

Zhou Yang himself was unaware of the existence of this ability.

What is its specific function?

What impact will it have on myself?

Zhou Yang was completely unaware.

This line of text, seemingly written so plainly on the page, simply tells Zhou Yang of its existence.

Apart from this, Zhou Yang's connection with it seems very shallow.

But when Zhou Yang looked up at the sky, he intuitively felt that he and the sky of this region had formed a connection because of the vulture that had landed on his shoulder earlier—the incarnation of the Dakini.

Was that Dakini that once landed on his shoulder perhaps the very same Zhuoma who flew up to heaven?

Zhuoma, who had transformed into Tsen Demon, was sent to heaven by herself.

Did she then become a "Primordial Right Consciousness"?

Zhou Yang looked at Zhuoma, who had become extremely small in the sky, and felt that Zhuoma was also looking at him.

This feeling is truly strange.

"When I perform a sky burial for someone else in the future, I will definitely be able to see Zhuoma again."

"Every time I looked up at the sky after that, I could feel her."

Zhou Yang was resolute in his heart, and a genuine smile appeared on his face.

He turned to the third page of "The Knife Credit Ledger".

In Aji's personal resume, nothing has changed.

Only in Zhou Yang's own ability section did Zhuoma's Primordial Right Consciousness appear.

Here, take this!

"Take Zhuoma home!"

At this moment, Gonpo, his hands covered in bright red blood, walked over.

His face was stained with blood and sweat, and his beard and hair were stuck to his face, making him look both terrifying and holy. He opened his palm towards Zhou Yang, and in his palm was a piece of white bone as white as jade. "This was left by Zhuoma."

"Just like my bone flute, she left this behind, which means she wants to bless you!"

Ordinary bones, to achieve such a warm and lustrous jade-like color, must undergo polishing.

However, the bones that Gonpo took directly from Zhuoma's body contained a dense white light.

This white light, imbued with the power of will, is what caused the bones to turn into a jade-like color.

Zhou Yang believed that Gonpo's words were true. He took the bone that Gonpo handed him, found a piece of coarse cloth, and wrapped it up.

"When you get home, dig up some soil, mold the bone into the soil, make a clay figure, and bake it over a fire."

"Once they're roasted to a dark reddish-brown color, the clay figurines are ready."

"Just put this clay figure in your mani pile!"

Gonpo instructed Zhou Yang, a smile appearing on his face, "This time, the Dakini took Zhuoma away very cleanly. There was nothing left on her, and I didn't even have time to make the Five Senses Offering."

"This means she returned to heaven smoothly, and the ghosts and gods will not disturb her!"

"I'll tell you how to perform the Five Senses Offering during the next sky burial."

"Didn't you say before that during a sky burial, the Five Senses Offering first?" Zhou Yang stood up and asked Gonpo.

"I didn't say that!" Gonpo shook his head repeatedly, packing up his tools. "What I said was that you have to look at the sky, the smoke from the incense offerings, and the wind direction. Only by looking at these things can you know what kind of spirits or deities are coming, and you have to make the corresponding offerings to the Five Senses Offering."

"Look, the sky was always blue. When we saw Zhuoma off, the wind even stopped."

The smoke from the mulberry shrine drifted all around.

"This means no ghosts or spirits have come. Since they haven't come, let Zhuoma depart peacefully and cleanly; there's no need to perform the Five Senses Offering."

Zhou Yang helped Gonpo tidy up his tools, carefully wiping the blood off the knives and axes, wrapping them in coarse cloth, and handing them to Gonpo. Without looking up, he asked Gonpo, "Is it only through observing the wind and the sky that we can determine the preferences of the visiting spirits?"

"If I knew what the approaching spirit or deity looked like, how would I prepare the offerings it would like?"

Upon hearing these words, Gonpo tensed up, his eyes Da Le as he asked, "How can you know what kind of ghosts and spirits are coming?"

"By the time you know what they look like, you're already dead!"

"We prepare the offerings before the spirits and gods arrive!"

"If you wait until they arrive to do it, it will be too late for the sky burial. The offering to the Five Senses Offering is the most efficacious and safest. As for other offerings, I don't know many. I'll teach you slowly."

Zhou Yang was in Guan Village, so he naturally knew what kind of ghosts were around him.

He asked Gonpo about this, partly to see if there was a way to make offerings for the Zhou Family.

Secondly, he had a sudden thought—if the stomach on the Heigou's belly was indeed a ghost, could he make an offering to lure it out?

However, Gonpo clearly lacked experience in actively offering sacrifices to seduce spirits and deities.

Sky burial masters like them, who have one foot in this eerie realm, have some experience dealing with ghosts and spirits, but it's all just imitation, sometimes effective and sometimes not. If they actually encounter those real ghosts face to face, they can only wait to die.

Zhou Yang was filled with regret.

Aji's voice rang in his ears. "If one could truly face ghosts and spirits and survive—"

"There are so many things we can do to make a more accurate prediction."

"To actively attract the corresponding spirits or deities, one can use Binding Offering."

"Try to capture the aura corresponding to the spirits and deities, and let it soak into a braided strand of human hair. Then, coat the hair with human blood and urine, which can freeze the Ghost Rhyme's aura. Place a cloth on the offering and weigh it down with either a vajra or a vajra dagger."

Any ritual implement.

"In this way, the corresponding ghost can be summoned."

"This offering uses a sufficient amount of human blood for the best effect. Human urine is not effective enough; the ghost may not be attracted, but it may only cast a glance at the person making the offering."

"This causes the person making the offering to be directly targeted by the ghost."

"Is it really necessary to use human blood for this Binding Offering?" Zhou Yang asked, frowning.

"If we could find something even more effective than human blood at freezing the aura of Ghost Rhyme, that would be even better—"

Hearing Aji's response, Zhou Yang pondered silently for a moment.

Among the Guan Village, he could actually think of something that could preserve the aura of the frozen Ghost Rhyme for a long time.

Then, Zhou Yang asked Aji, "Are there any other similar offerings for Binding Offering that can be used?"

Tell me all the kinds of offerings of this kind that you know of.

Aji did not respond.

He certainly wasn't unaware of other methods for making offerings similar to "Binding Offering," but based on Zhou Yang's current knowledge, he was still...

Unable to unleash Aji's Terma, he revealed everything he knew.

Let's go.

Gonpo packed his things and slung the bag over his shoulder.

He and Zhou Yang walked down the platform one after the other, and followed the path along the ridge down the mountain.

The master and apprentice passed by Naren, Naren was covered in blood, and the pool of blood at his feet had stained the grass red.

Not far from this corpse was Quzeng's body, which had fallen from the sky and was smashed to pieces.

When Gonpo saw Naren, his lips trembled slightly, and a look of sorrow appeared between his brows, but he remained silent.

The two walked a few steps forward and found Deqin's body in the grass.

Deqin died with his eyes wide open, not resting in peace.

The various ritual implements that he wore around his neck were now scattered on the grass.

Zhou Yang had already taken all the Mantra Point from the various ritual implements.

Looking at Deqin's bloodshot eyes, Gonpo could no longer hold back and sighed, "Naren and Quzeng dead, and Deqin dead too. We were the ones who dismantled the bodies for their families. The people who dismantled the bodies are fine, but the people who brought the bodies are dead."

There is no pay for this job.

"It's alright if there's no reward, but Deqin is dead too. His family's secret mantras were learned from Zongcha Gompa Temple. He was clearly sent by the monastery to oversee Zhuoma's sky burial. But he's dead—the monastery will definitely question us, won't they?"

The thought of the Zongcha Gompa Dharma Temple behind Deqin, even the thought that the other party had only come to question him, made Gonpo tremble with fear.

The way they question people in the temple can be terrifying!

Gouging out eyes, chopping off hands, cutting off heads, peeling skin----

Gonpo was so frightened that he froze on the spot, unable to control himself!

"Perhaps the fact that Deqin and Naren died on the mountain is something the monastery could never have foreseen?"

"The fact that only the two of us made it down the mountain alive was something they didn't expect," Zhou Yang said after a moment of contemplation.

Gonpo turned his head to the side, his mouth agape, and looked at him. "W-why?"

Zhou Yang replied, "We all know that Zhuoma died too violently and will definitely turn into Tsen Demon."

"Don't the lamas in the monastery know better than we do that Zhuoma will become Tsen Demon?"

"But they still asked Deqin to bring the body to the mountain for a sky burial of Zhuoma."

"An incomplete corpse cannot be taken to heaven by Dakini. On the contrary, the Dakini's pecking at it will make the Tsen Demon within the corpse even more ferocious. These temples must know this, right? Yet they still did it."

At this point, Zhou Yang paused for a moment, waiting for Gonpo to understand what he had said.

Gonpo thought about it for a long time but still couldn't understand what he meant. He looked completely bewildered and could only continue, "Deqin is not as good as the lamas in the temple. He may have vaguely sensed that something terrible will happen after Zhuoma dies."

"But the feeling wasn't very noticeable."

"Moreover, he has several genuine magical artifacts in his possession, which are enough for him to defeat Zhuoma."

So he wasn't afraid.

"But later, his magical artifact malfunctioned, and he was killed by Zhuoma."

"Yes—" Gonpo vaguely understood, "Did the lamas in that temple know that Deqin's ritual implements were useless and therefore they would definitely die on the mountain?"

"The lamas in the temple Da Le— "

The monks in the temple certainly never expected that Deqin's ritual implements would malfunction.

Aji was behind all of this.

"No, no," Zhou Yang shook his head and said, "Perhaps the temple didn't expect the magic artifact to malfunction."

"The temple must have known that Zhuoma would become Tsen Demon, and they must have also thought of Deqin's magical artifact, which could kill Zhuoma when she became Tsen Demon."

Gonpo still didn't understand Zhou Yang's words. "Then why?"

"The temple sent Deqin to bring the body over, and told us to carry Zhuoma up the mountain. They also told Deqin to kill Zhuoma, who was supposed to Tsen Demon. He had so many useful ritual implements, couldn't he have killed Zhuoma down the mountain? Why did he have to come to the sky burial platform to kill Zhuoma?"

According to Zhou Yang, Gonpo felt that everything the temple was doing seemed useless.

Since Deqin's ritual implements could deal with Zhuoma, who had transformed into Tsen Demon, it must have been very easy for the people in the temple to kill Zhuoma, the Tsen Demon.

They all have ways to deal with Zhuoma, so why go through all this trouble and complications just to drag someone as shameless as themselves into this mess?

The temple is full of exceptionally intelligent people; how could they do something so useless?

"After the Tsen Demon was killed, was it completely gone?" Zhou Yang asked at this moment.

Gonpo was stunned for a moment.

Cai said, "I've never killed one, so I don't know what Tsen Demon looks like after he dies."

Zhou Yang slowly said, "The temple must have thought of it; Deqin would kill Zhuoma, who had turned into Tsen Demon."

"But after Tsen Demon died, she certainly didn't just disappear as we thought."

"With the death of the Tsen Demon, new changes may arise."

"At this time, the Dakini will peck at her corpse again, causing her to experience pain once more."

"She will become something we can't even imagine, and then she will come out and kill everyone at the sky burial site, even the incarnations of those Dakini. Perhaps that's the lamas' true purpose in the temple."

"Ah!" Gonpo stared at Zhou Yang in shock, his mouth agape.

He thought for a long time, and when Zhou Yang said those last words, all the unclear things in his mind suddenly became clear!

Gonpo suddenly realized!

Yes!

The temple wouldn't do these things without a reason; there must be a purpose to them.

Besides ordering Deqin to kill Zhuoma, who had already died once, and ordering the Dakini to make Zhuoma had died twice, suffer the pain again, [the text abruptly ends here].

Ma has become unpredictable—what other purpose could the temple possibly have?!

That's exactly right!

"Yes, yes, yes! That way, all of us will be killed by Zhuoma has died several times already!"

"Deqin's magic weapon can kill Zhuoma who has become Tsen Demon, but it certainly cannot kill Zhuoma who died a second or third time!"

"The temple must have known we would all die on Narong Mountain!"

Gonpo looked at Zhou Yang in shock. "You madman, sometimes you're frighteningly smart!"

That's terrifying!

"Those monks in the temple have to debate scriptures every month, and you are better than the best debater among them, you are really good!"

After saying this, Gonpo was stunned.

He trudged along the mountain path, his steps uneven, and after a moment, he came to his senses, saying with a sorrowful expression, "We are people who should have died on this mountain, but we are alive. We are alive—will the temple still send people to question us?"