Two hours later, Mo Yanshao stood at the entrance of the Qianlong Temple and looked up at the ancient temple in front of him.
The Qianlong Temple was antique, with two rows of pines and cypresses planted at the entrance. Standing at the entrance of the Qianlong Temple, one could see the snow-capped Qianlong Mountain Range behind him. Against the backdrop of the Qianlong Mountain Range, the Qianlong Temple looked even more magnificent.
Today was the weekend, and there were a lot more pilgrims coming to the Qianlong Temple than usual. Many people came to offer incense, and many people came to ask for tattoos.
The best tattoo master in Xianghe City was not in the tattoo shops in the city, but in the Qianlong Temple. Legend had it that tattoos in the temple could eliminate disasters and be blessed by the gods and Buddhas.
The tattoo masters in the temple did not charge money for tattoos, but not everyone could get tattoos. Before getting a tattoo, the masters in the temple would look at the person. If the person was not right, the masters in the temple would not help you get a tattoo no matter how much money you gave them.
For example, those gangsters who shouted all day long could only go to the tattoo shops to get tattoos. If they came to the Qianlong Temple, no matter how they dressed up, the tattoo masters in the Qianlong Temple would not give them a tattoo at first glance.
Also, those who committed crimes and had evil intentions would find it difficult to get a tattoo here.
Getting a tattoo in the Qianlong Temple was the best way to pray for blessings and to prove that one was on the right path.
Tattoos were a Summoner's tradition. Every Summoner had their own unique tattoos. The Summoner's tattoos weren't for the sake of looking good, nor were they for the sake of acting cool. Instead, they were for the sake of allowing others to identify their corpse after their head exploded after failing to fuse with the Realm Pearl. This tradition had been passed down among the Summoners for thousands of years, and it had been passed down among the Summoners.
Mo Yanshao's tattoo was tattooed by Master Yun Gu in the Qianlong Temple.
Even when Master Yun Gu was still tattooing people, those who could make Master Yun Gu do it were not ordinary people.
Mo Yanshao walked into the temple. There was a reception monk in the temple. Mo Yanshao explained the purpose of his visit to the reception monk. The reception monk quickly led Mo Yanshao to the hut behind the Thousand Dragon Temple. They arrived at the small courtyard where Master Yun Gu lived.
Master Yun Gu was already over a hundred years old. He had white eyebrows and a white beard, but his complexion was still rosy. He was currently meditating under a ginkgo tree in the courtyard, motionless. Only when Mo Yanshao arrived in front of him did Master Yun Gu open his eyes, revealing a pair of eyes that were as tranquil as a lake. He smiled faintly. "Benefactor Mo, you're here!"
"Greetings, Great Master Yun Gu. Today, I have something to ask of you!" Mo Yanshao said directly.
Master Yun Gu spread his legs and stood up straight. Then, he led Mo Yanshao to his room. "Today, when I was meditating, my heart was surging with emotions and the past surfaced in my mind. I already know the purpose of your visit. Benefactor, please follow me!"
When they arrived at the room, the two of them sat down on the same bed. Master Yun Gu poured a cup of tea for Mo Yanshao. After Mo Yanshao drank the tea, Master Yun Gu spoke again. "Four years ago, a young man named Xia Pingan came to the temple to look for me. He asked me to tattoo a tattoo for him, so I did!"
Mo Yanshao asked curiously. "Usually, when people come to the temple to get a tattoo, Great Master's disciples and disciples would be able to do it. I wonder why Great Master would personally tattoo a tattoo for that young man back then. Furthermore, you sealed the needles after you tattoo him?"
"Because that young man had drawn a painting in the temple and wanted to tattoo that painting on his back. When my disciples saw that painting, none of them dared to touch the needles. Thus, they could only invite me over. After I tattoo that painting, my mind and technique had been completely perfected. Therefore, I sealed the needles!" Master Yun Gu spoke gently, making one feel as if they were being bathed in the spring breeze.
"I wonder what painting it was that even Great Master's disciples didn't dare to touch it!" Mo Yanshao was already filled with curiosity.
"It's this one …" Venerable Master Yun Gu tugged on the rope beside him and a yellow curtain that had been hung on the wall earlier opened, revealing a portrait behind the curtain. "This portrait is too imposing, so this poor monk has placed it behind the curtain to prevent it from scaring other people who don't know the truth!"
Mo Yanshao looked at the painting. With just one glance, he felt as if his eyes were being burned. When he looked at it again, Mo Yanshao felt as if his heart and soul were shaken. When he looked at it again, Mo Yanshao's face turned slightly pale …
On the painting was the image of a furious demon god that Mo Yanshao had never seen in any temple or religious classics. The demon god's body was greenish-black. There were seven buns on top of his head. The braided hair hung down to his left shoulder. His left eye was closed and his lower teeth were biting on his upper lip. He looked furious. Circles, balls, and flames spewed out from the demon god's back and filled the void.
The flames on the demon god's back were lifelike. They were blazing and powerful, as if they could burn everything.
The Demon God of Wrath was sitting on a boulder. His right hand was hanging inwardly by his waist. He was holding a huge and sharp sword. A ferocious dragon was coiled around the sword. The Demon God of Wrath's left hand was bent with his elbow raised and his palm pointed to the left.
Young Master Moyan had never seen such a ferocious demon god before.
Mo Yanshao calmed himself down and swallowed his saliva. "Great Master, may I ask why I have never seen the demon god in this painting anywhere else? May I know his name?"
"This painting was created by that young man. When I asked him the name of the demon god in this painting, he said that the demon god in this painting was called the Acalanatha Ming Of Silla. He had seen him in his dream!"
Mo Yanshao pondered for a moment. He was puzzled. "The Acalanatha Ming Of Silla … This name is so strange. Why have I never seen it in other temples or classics?"
"That day, I also asked the young man the same question. The young man replied that the Acalanatha is a merciful heart that is incomparably firm and unshakable. The Ming refers to the light of wisdom. The King refers to the one who can control all phenomena …"
"The Acalanatha Ming Of Silla … The Acalanatha Ming Of Silla … I see!" Mo Yanshao muttered to himself. He did not know why, but when he heard the meaning of the name of the Acalanatha Ming Of Silla, Mo Yanshao felt an indescribable shock. "What does this Acalanatha Ming Of Silla mean? What does it mean?"
"That young man did not explain in detail that day …" Master Yun Gu looked at the Ming Of Silla's dharma image and said with a sigh, "It's just that I have cultivated for a hundred years to extinguish my delusional heart, but I still have not reached perfection. When I saw the Acalanatha Ming Of Silla that day, I don't know why my delusional heart was extinguished instantly. My decades of cultivation have reached perfection all of a sudden and I have no regrets. The secret of the Acalanatha Ming Of Silla is hard for ordinary people to fathom. Everything in the painting has its own profound meaning. I don't know either. What the young man saw in his dream should be God's will!"
"So Great Master used three days to tattoo the Acalanatha Ming Of Silla on the young man's back?"
"That's right!" Master Yun Gu smiled faintly. "In exchange, I asked the young man to leave the painting of the Acalanatha Ming Of Silla in the temple for worship. The young man agreed!"
"Well, I have no other questions. Thank you for telling me, Great Master!"
Before he left, Young Master Moyan took another look at the portrait, and he felt as if his eyes were being burned by countless flames.
The Acalanatha Ming Of Silla in the painting seemed to have an indescribable power that could shake people's hearts.
The tattoos on each summoner's body were actually the spiritual beliefs and soul totems of each summoner. They carried each summoner's brand and spiritual temperament.
On the way out of Qianlong Temple, whenever Mo Yanshao recalled the painting of the Acalanatha Ming Of Silla, Xia Pingan's calm face would appear in front of his eyes.
Mo Yanshao, who had met Xia Pingan several times before, found it hard to imagine that Xia Pingan had such an imposing tattoo of the Acalanatha Ming Of Silla on his back.
Was the Acalanatha Ming Of Silla Xia Pingan's spiritual totem? What kind of story did the Acalanatha Ming Of Silla have? What did it represent?
How much of Xia Pingan's previous performance in front of him was a disguise? Did he disguise himself as a completely harmless ordinary person?
It seemed that Xia Pingan had a lot of secrets. He didn't just have the Clairvoyance!
However, everyone had their own secrets. Mo Yanshao also had his own secrets. As long as it didn't involve the duties of the Committee of Order, Mo Yanshao didn't have much interest in other people's secrets.
People like Xia Pingan were the ones who should really join the Committee of Order. It was too dangerous to leave such a person outside. It was better to keep him under his nose …
Fortunately, Xia Pingan would report in tomorrow.
All of a sudden, Mo Yanshao was filled with anticipation for Xia Pingan's arrival tomorrow …
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