The Vanishing Corpses

The monks of Zongcha Gompa ----

Upon hearing Gonpo's words, the people who had been making a ruckus just moments before immediately fell silent, their expressions varying.

There was also a hint of worry in Gonpo's eyes.

The memory of the sky burial of the skinless girl atop Narong Mountain still lingered in his mind like a nightmare, impossible to shake off.

Before his life could settle down, a monk from Zongcha Gompa came to his door.

But Zhou Yang was much calmer than Gonpo. He knew better that Jiawang Riba, who was connected with Little Zhuoma, was still practicing in a secret chamber.

When Zhou Yang first dedicated his Tsen Demon to the demons connected to his six senses, Aji helped him cover it up.

Jiawang Riba wouldn't notice Little Zhuoma's unusual behavior, and since he's currently in retreat, he's very likely unlikely to notice Gonpo and Zhou Yang.

"Did he only mention the Lung Disease, Master?"

Zhou Yang asked Gonpo.

Gonpo nodded. "That's all I mentioned."

"It's truly an honor for a monk to take the initiative to visit us, people of humble origins," said Zeweng happily, unaware of the details. "Gonpo, do you have enough ghee and dried meat at home?"

"If it's not enough, I'll get you some more. When the monks of Zongcha Gompa arrive, we'll treat our distinguished guests well!"

"That's enough, that's enough," Gonpo replied. "The things you've given me can last for five or ten days, it'll last a very long time."

In their minds, if they could keep more food for five or ten days, then they had accumulated a sufficient surplus.

"Let's go inside and talk."

Zhou Yang turned around and led a group of people back into the house.

He was only wearing an outer robe, with very few clothes underneath.

Standing outside for a while, I started to feel a bit cold.

After entering the house, Zhou Yang let everyone chat for a while, then went to the inner room, changed his clothes, and came out again.

When Gonpo saw him come out, he moved aside, making room for him.

Seeing this, Zhou Yang walked over to his master and sat cross-legged on the felt rug.

As soon as he sat down, everyone gathered in the room turned to look at him, instantly making him the center of attention.

At the foot of Narong Mountain, two of the three highest-ranking sky burial masters were his teachers, and the third was someone who had been saved by him.

Now he no longer needs to do anything more; he is already the core of the community in this settlement.

"What kind of Lung Disease does that monk have? Did he tell us?"

After taking their seats, Zhou Yang asked Gonpo a question.

"No," Gonpo said, "He only said that he himself had Lung Disease."

He doesn't look sick.

At this point, Gonpo paused and said, "That monk's name is Queji Jiacuo. He is a student monk in the Zongcha Gompa Gonpa College and is very polite."

"When he came over, he told me that his guru was named ' Longwang Zanda,' who was also a highly accomplished lama in the monastery."

After hearing Gonpo's words, Zhou Yang felt more at ease.

He came to find Aji, who was also suffering from "Lung Disease Lung Madness Disease," under the pretext of being afflicted with it. His guru was not Jiawang Riba. All these clues suggest that this monk was very likely not there to investigate the matter of "Little Zhuoma."

"Master, Ajia, what else happened while I was unconscious?"

Zhou Yang asked again.

"The family of that tantric practitioner, Deqin, has visited us."

Gonpo rubbed his nose. "They said that Deqin disappeared after coming up the mountain with us, and they wanted to ask us where Deqin went afterward."

"I said that Deqin was fine when he came down the mountain, along with the two brothers Naren, but they took a different route from us."

I don't know where they went.

"After asking me, those people left and went to search in the mountains, but they didn't find anything Deqin left behind."

"Um----

Zhou Yang nodded.

He and his master did not do anything to the bodies of Deqin and Naren Brothers.

The concern at the time was that hiding or disposing of the three bodies would arouse suspicion from Jiawang Riba.

But Zhou Yang did not expect that when Deqin's family went to search in the mountains, they could not find the remains of Deqin or his Naren Brothers!

All three corpses mysteriously vanished!

In the next few days, there will definitely be sky burial masters going up the mountain to send off the deceased, but Zhou Yang has not heard any rumors related to Deqin's corpse from the three sky burial masters at present.

How strange and wonderful----

"Could it be that Little Zhuoma, along with her fellow Dakini, disposed of the three bodies?"

"Jiawang Riba must have foreseen that Deqin and Naren Brothers would be killed by Little Zhuoma, who had been re-enraged into Lung Demon. When Deqin's family went to the monastery to tell them about Deqin's disappearance, it wouldn't cause a ripple among the monks of Jiawang Riba's lineage."

"This was something they allowed and expected to happen."

"Now that Deqin's family has gone up the mountain, but hasn't found any clues about Deqin's body, has this matter simply become a cold case?"

"But if it really Dakini who disposed of those three corpses, why didn't Little Zhuoma give me any hints?"

Zhou Yang stroked the stubble on his chin, pondering silently for a moment.

At least for now, the overall situation is increasingly turning in his and Gonpo's favor.

He temporarily put aside his worries and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"During the days I was in a coma, did I wake up at all?"

"No." Gongbu, Zhuoma Ajia, and the others all shook their heads.

At this moment, the people gathered in the house saw that Zhou Yang had woken up. They had nothing else to do there, so most of them said goodbye and went home.

Jiekan, however, remained there.

Upon hearing Zhou Yang's question, he suddenly said, "You woke up in the middle!"

"I saw it!"

"Huh?" Everyone looked at Jiekan in surprise.

Zhuoma Ajia also looked at him, seemingly lost in thought.

"Nonsense!" Master Gonpo immediately rebuked, and said to Jiekan, "For the past three days, it's been me, Zhuoma, Gemei, and I taking turns looking after Aji, and we've never seen him wake up once!"

How could you possibly have seen him wake up?

I saw it!

"I'm lying, that's not true!" Jiekan also loudly defended himself.

Zhuoma Aja continued, "The day before yesterday, I went to deliver a bronze plaque that a lamp maker nearby had left with me for repair. At that time, Jiekan was playing at home, and I asked him to look after Aji for a while."

"But Jiekan didn't tell me back then that Aji had woken up."

"Because the person who wakes up definitely isn't Aji!"

"After that person woke up, he stared at me for a long time, and then he actually laughed at me for being an idiot!" Jiekan said in a loud voice.

"Then I realized that this person must have gone mad from Aji's Lung Disease. Aji must know that I am the smartest person, and he would not say that I am a fool!"

Then that person started chanting some crazy scriptures. I thought I couldn't let him keep chanting like that, in case the real Aji became even crazier!

I went around behind him and hit him on the head with a stick, knocking him unconscious!

As Jiekan spoke, Zhou Yang touched the back of his head and indeed found a dull throbbing pain there.

That Jiekan is a real expert at ambushing people.

Zhou Yang remembered that in Sangsang's dream, Jiekan hit him on the head with a stick.

However, these two blows were not bad for Zhou Yang or the real Aji.

After all, it was precisely Jiekan's decisive and reckless two blows that inadvertently averted many troubles for Zhou Yang.

The person who suddenly woke up in Aji's body the day before yesterday was neither Zhou Yang nor Aji, but Luodu!

Luodu probably never imagined that when he finally found an opportunity to show his face and make some plans, he would be outmaneuvered by a fool he had mocked.

You, you, you! You're insane!

"How could you hit him on the head with a stick?!" Gonpo exclaimed in shock, quickly telling Zhou Yang to bend down. He parted the hair on the back of Zhou Yang's head and saw a bruise. "He was perfectly fine before. What if you really made him an idiot?!"

Jiekan scratched his head, his eyes darting around, and grinned foolishly.

He had kept quiet because he was afraid that if others found out he had hit Aji with a stick, they would blame him.

Zhuoma Ajia looked at Aji with a pained expression, but hesitated to speak.

Zhou Yang waved his hand, sat up straight again, and said to Jiekan, "Jiekan did the right thing!"

"The me who suddenly woke up the day before yesterday was not the real me; it was a madman who emerged from the fog in my mind."

"Luckily Jiekan knocked me unconscious at that time, otherwise things might have gotten really bad!"

"Ajia, when I left, I told you to tie me up, why didn't you do it?"

Seeing Aji's serious expression, Zhuoma hesitated and whispered, "Ajia is afraid you'll feel uncomfortable—"

"If I harm you all while I'm in a frenzy, then when I wake up and see that you're all gone, I'll feel even worse. At that point, I'll have no choice but to disappear too!" Zhou Yang said solemnly. "You must listen to me!"

"Next time I pass out, tie me up!"

"When I wake up, we'll exchange secret signals. If we can't exchange signals, or if you deliberately delay, try to make me fall back asleep." The madness that emerged from the fog in my mind is terrifying!

"If it really finishes chanting the spell, someone will really die!"

Hearing his earnest tone, Zhuoma Ajia finally complied. "Okay, brother, I'll do whatever you say."

"Next time I'll prepare the herbs in advance. If those lunatics wake up on you again, I'll force-feed you a bowl of herbs to make you fall back asleep, so I won't have to hit your head with that big stick every time," Gemei said from the side.

"Thank you, Second Master!"

Zhou Yang said.

Gemei smiled and waved her hand.

The sun had only just risen, and seeing that Zhou Yang was indeed unharmed, Gemei and Zeweng took their leave together.

The monks of Zongcha Gompa will be visiting Gonpo's house today. Although they have a close relationship with Zhou Yang, it is not appropriate for them to stay at Zhou Yang's house while guests are visiting.

Gonpo went outside to sweep the yard.

Zhuoma also started brewing butter tea and slicing dried meat, preparing a sumptuous lunch for the distinguished guests who might arrive at noon.

She was unaware of what Gonpo and Zhou Yang had done on Narong Mountain, and felt only awe and respect for the visiting monks, so she prepared the meal with extra care.

Jiekan saw that there were only a few outsiders left in Gonpo's house.

He tactfully prepared to leave. "Aji, I'm going now!"

"I'll come find you to play again after that monk leaves!"

Jiekan like a young man in his early twenties, but he is much more playful than many people his age.

"Why are you leaving?" Zhou Yang asked Jiekan instead, "You're having lunch at our house."

"Ah----" Jiekan was stunned, looking at Zhou Yang with a mixture of confusion and unease, "You have guests coming to your house."

"Can I stay here too?"

"You're also one of my guests today." Zhou Yang laughed, patting the spot next to him like Gonpo did, gesturing for Jiekan to sit beside him. "If that monk comes over at noon, just eat your meal; don't listen to what others say."

"Okay!" Jekan didn't want to leave anyway. He was actually a little tempted as he watched Zhuoma Aja cut the dried meat.

He patted Zhou Yang on the shoulder. "Aji, you're such a good person."

"There are no good people like you here!"

"Are we all bad people except for Aji?" Zhuoma looked up and teased Jiekan with a smile, "Zhuoma Aji, is Master Gongbu a bad person?"

"No, no—"

Jiekan his head repeatedly, unable to describe the peculiar feeling in his heart, scratching his head and speechless.

At this moment, Zhou Yang suddenly extended three fingers and placed them on his left wrist pulse, saying to Jiekan, "Jiekan, do what I do."

Jiekan didn't understand, but he did as instructed anyway.

"Can you feel the pulse here?" Zhou Yang asked.

"I felt it." Jiekan looked at him like he was an idiot. "It's a heartbeat, Aji. Don't you know that?"

Zhou Yang was silent for a moment, then said, "Now you shouldn't have any other thoughts, just think about yourself."

"Take a look, besides your heartbeat, have you touched anything else?"

"Are there any fluctuations that are different from a heartbeat?"

This is a method of self-testing Mindfulness that Chang Dafeng taught Ding Ling.

By placing your hand on your pulse and concentrating intently, you can feel unusual fluctuations beyond your own heartbeat.

Every unusual fluctuation is a manifestation of Mindfulness.

"Oh oh!"

Jiekan nodded and closed his eyes.

Before long, he began to mutter, "One, two, three, four—"