A Monk's Visit

"Since Sangsang and Zhuoma are so repulsed and disgusted by this purplish-blue light, it might indirectly mean that they recognize it..."

Zhou Yang frowned, deep in thought.

These two Primordial Right Consciousness, though they occasionally appear to possess sentience, are actually mostly ignorant and confused, like two young animals.

Even if the two of them truly recognized the purplish-blue light within the straw-woven mantis, it would be quite difficult for Zhou Yang to obtain crucial information directly from them.

He could only figure it out on his own.

With this thought in mind, Zhou Yang emitted a Fat Mirror Lamp his fingertip, illuminating the purplish-blue aura wrapped in messy lines.

Following his will, the white light instantly pierced through the ball of thread, making brief contact with the purplish-blue light.

The inherent ability of the ripples from the Fat Mirror Lamp to dispel the aura of ghosts and spirits became ineffective in the face of the purple-blue light.

The purplish-blue light seemed to be stimulated and suddenly contracted.

Immediately following, the ray of mirror light that shot out from Zhou Yang's fingertips was immediately attached to by strange purple-blue patterns.

Strands of lines, resembling graffiti yet vaguely forming some kind of pattern, followed the beam of mirror light and spread directly to Zhou Yang's fingers! The Ghost Mouth on Zhou Yang's entire palm opened wide in response, spewing out even more intense mirror light.

He transformed one of his hands into a mirror, constantly reflecting the strange pattern until, after a long while, he forced it back into the purple-blue light!

Even the Fat Mirror Lamp couldn't "purify" this cloud of light.

"What were those lines that just spread to my fingertips?"

Zhou Yang's eyes were filled with fear.

Among the grass mantises, this tiny ball of light, the size of a fingernail, proved quite troublesome to him.

His Fat Mirror Lamp shone on it, and it looked like seawater crashing against rocks; it couldn't change anything in a short time.

"Since one ray of mirror light is not enough to penetrate this mass of light, why not add two or three rays, or even apply the entire body of mirror light to it?" Zhou Yang thought to himself, and one Ghost Mouth after another spread out along his palm upwards.

In an instant, the arm on which he was holding the mantis was covered with the Ghost Mouth.

One after another, the Ghost Mouth spewed forth gleaming light!

Guided by Zhou Yang's thoughts, all the mirror light gathered in an instant, reflecting onto the purple-blue light within the mantis!

"Buzz!" Under the white light this time, no more strange patterns spread out from the purple-blue aura.

It seemed to finally feel the immense pressure from Zhou Yang's ripples. A ball of light continuously contracted inward, shrinking from the size of a fingernail to the size of a soybean in an instant.

The tiny, bean-sized wisps of light trembled incessantly.

The purplish-blue color gradually deepened, becoming increasingly darker, progressing towards a deep purple!

At this moment, the two Primordial Right Consciousness attached to Zhou Yang's soul suddenly trembled slightly.

Zhou Yang, who shared their feelings, suddenly had a bad feeling.

He stared at the light that was gradually turning deep purple, and vaguely felt that the current situation had something in common with a certain experience he had when he Linzang —when Deqin faced Zhuoma, who had turned into Tsen Demon, his first reaction was to suppress Zhuoma with ruthless force.

He wanted to kill him again.

But if Tsen Demon is killed again, he will most likely transform into Lung Demon!

Right now, he is using the ripples of the Fat Mirror Lamp to "torture" this ball of purple-blue light, just like Deqin did to Zhuoma back then, using even more ruthless methods to force this ball of purple-blue light to evolve in an increasingly terrifying direction!

"If I want to truly 'correct' this purple-blue light, I must learn the techniques of a sky burial master that I learned when Linzang."

"Shouldn't we just let it return to its peaceful state?! But I don't know why it became like this, I don't know the root cause, how can I peacefully bury it between heaven and earth?"

Zhou Yang immediately turned off the Fat Mirror Lamp and looked at the purplish-blue light that was gradually expanding inside the mantis with a surprised expression.

He vaguely felt that this purplish-blue light was something similar to Sangsang and Zhuoma.

The Fat Mirror Lamp could not purify the luminous aura, and Zhou Yang did not make any further attempts.

It's best not to use ghost-related methods like the Ghost Ruler on this wisp of light.

This wisp of light has a special nature; if used properly, Zhou Yang might be able to use it to get a glimpse into the Liu Family's "Seedling Sprouting" scheme.

However, if used improperly, even a slight mistake could bring misfortune upon Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang then put the mantis away, lay back on the bed, and opened the "Knife Credit Ledger" that he always carried with him.

On the first page of the book, Zhou Yang's abilities section has changed slightly again.

"Choked-to-Death Puppet's Stomach" quietly appeared in his ability panel.

In addition, Sangsang and Zhuoma's Mindfulness also improved.

Sangsang's Mindfulness reached level "2". Zhuoma's Mindfulness rose to level "3".

"The environment in Guan Village is very good at tempering people."

"They were attached to my soul, and they felt the same way I did."

"It's like what I experienced in Guan Village today, they also experienced together."

"In just one day, they each gained a bit of Mindfulness."

"Once their Mindfulness increases to a level of '5' or higher, perhaps it will be able to play a role—I wonder if they can practice various methods like ordinary people?"

As Zhou Yang's mind raced, he casually flipped to the third page of "The Knife Credit Ledger".

On the third page, the ink blots wriggled, forming a line of characters:

"When the knife is sold on credit and the debt is settled, retribution will follow."

Do you offer knives on credit?

Looking at the line of text, Zhou Yang first glanced at the Ghost Head Averting God hovering above his head. He then calmed himself and responded to the line of text on the page:

"I'll buy a knife on credit!" The thought flashed through my mind!

An endless expanse of white light suddenly unfolded before Zhou Yang's eyes!

A continuous buzzing sound emanated from within the white light. As the dazzling white light gradually dissipated and the buzzing sound faded, the chanting of the Six-Syllable Mantra mantra by several sky burial masters, including Gonpo, Gemei, and Zeweng, entered Zhou Yang's ears:

"Om Mani Padme Hum, Om Mani..."

Amidst the chanting of sutras, there was also the sigh of Droma Aja.

"Didn't I tell you, Aji?"

He himself said he would only go crazy for a few days, and three days have passed now.

He'll be alright soon, he'll be alright soon.

Jiekan was also speaking nearby, trying to comfort Zhuoma.

His words of comfort not only failed to have any positive effect, but also made Zhuoma Ajia's sighs even louder.

Aji said he'd be fine after a few days of madness—but how much of the ravings of a madman can be believed?

Especially since Jiekan is a madman! The room was filled with the smell of ghee and herbs.

The herbal scent was closer to Zhou Yang. His brow, chest, and navel seemed to be covered with sticky medicinal mud, and a bitter medicinal smell was constantly seeping down from his brow and into his nostrils.

He listened to the voices outside and was about to open his eyes when Aji's voice rang in his heart. "Father, Zhenboqila!"

You're finally awake!

"That's great, thank God, Tashi Delek--"

Hearing that Aji was about to recite a rhyme, Zhou Yang immediately stopped him. "That's enough."

"Aji, I've been unconscious for several days?"

"I am trapped in this body and can only slightly perceive the existence of the outside world by relying on Abba Jnpochera's awareness."

"I don't know how long you've been unconscious..." Aji replied.

"Knew."

Zhou Yang nodded and said nothing more to Aji.

He suddenly opened his eyes and jumped out of bed! The three sky burial masters who were still chanting scriptures in the room were all shocked to see "Aji" suddenly wake up.

Just as Aji was about to wipe the Tibetan medicine plaster off his forehead, Master Gonpo immediately called out to stop him, "Aji!"

"That! Don't wipe it!"

"You're a waste!"

As Gonpo was speaking, Zhou Yang quickly wiped off the ointment from his forehead, chest, and navel. He then sat back on the bed, smiling as he watched the three monks chanting sutras in front of him, and wrapped the robe draped over the bedside around himself.

At this moment, Zhuoma Ajia and Jiekan, who were guarding outside, heard the commotion inside and rushed in.

Everyone looked at Aji with concern as he sat up in bed.

But then Aji asked Gonpo with a grin, "Master, how long did I sleep this time?"

After asking this question, Zhou Yang didn't wait for Gonpo's answer before continuing, "Is there any food?"

"Ghee, tsampa, dried meat, give me some."

I'm hungry!

Whether it was Zhou Yang's soul or Aji's physical body, they were both extremely hungry at this moment. Spending a day in the Guan Village eating the food of the dead could never compare to the food of the living, even if it was just a few spoonfuls of tsampa.

While Aji was unconscious, he hadn't eaten much. Now that Zhou Yang had woken up, he felt as if his soul and body were crying out for food!

"You slept for three days..."

Gonpo had just finished answering when he heard Zhou Yang's next sentence.

He frowned, looking at Zhou Yang with concern.

Before he could even speak, Gemei ran off like a gust of wind, and soon returned to Zhou Yang with a scorching hot copper kettle in her left hand and a bowl of roasted barley noodles in her right.

"Aji, eat!"

"Thank you, Second Master, Tashi Delek!"

Zhou Yang beamed and picked up the bowl of fried noodles. Gemei then diligently added half a bowl of butter tea to the dry noodles for him.

Seeing this, Gonpo's eyes widened, and his beard trembled with anger.

"Brother!"

Da Zhuoma squeezed to the front of the crowd and looked at Zhou Yang, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, wolfing down his tsampa. She looked worried, but she couldn't help but ask him anything. Zhou Yang smiled at Zhuoma Ajia and then buried his head in his tsampa again.

After he had eaten several bowls of tsampa and drunk all the butter tea in the copper kettle, and let out a satisfied burp, a flood of questions from his fellow monks and relatives immediately overwhelmed him:

"Aji, has the fog in your head cleared up yet?"

"Brother, are you really my brother?"

"You have such a big appetite! You ate five days' worth of my tsampa all by yourself..."

Amidst the questions from the crowd, Zhou Yang finished putting on his robe. He smiled and pointed to his head, "The fog in my head has temporarily dissipated!"

"But I think the fog will probably come out again soon."

"Things are different now; I can sense when the fog will come!"

Hearing his words, Gonpo nodded. "That's a good thing!"

"At least it's better Aji suddenly going insane; we don't even know what's going on!"

Upon hearing Gongbu's words, the worry in Zhuoma Ajia's eyes lessened somewhat. Zhou Yang happened to look at her at that moment and said with a smile, "Ajia, it really is Aji. Do you remember our previous code?"

"I remember, I remember!" Zhuoma nodded repeatedly. Zhou Yang got out of bed and grabbed Ajia's wrist. "Come with me, I'll show you, Ajia!"

As they spoke, the siblings parted the crowd, walked from the inner room to the outer room, and then left the house.

Standing in the courtyard, Zhou Yang pointed to a large rock sitting on the dark mountain opposite the house.

"Quack..."

As soon as he pointed his finger at the rock, a Dakini flew in from afar and landed precisely on the large rock!

That Dakini was none other than Little Zhuoma!

Am I Aji?

Zhou Yang turned around and asked Zhuoma with a smile.

Zhuoma hugged him tightly. "You're my little brother!"

Those around them were confused, but seeing what was happening, they all burst into laughter.

"Aji, yesterday, when you were unconscious, the monks of Zongcha Gompa came to see you."

"The monk said he also suffered from Lung Disease and wanted to see someone like you who was Lung Madness Disease, to see what the symptoms were. He knew you were unconscious, so he said he would come to see you again today."

Zeweng spoke up from the side.