He didn't even need to think to know that this monastery was the Kaba Monastery that the old llama had mentioned.
Creak...
The old llama pushed open the door and walked in.
Ye Fan patted the snowflakes off his body and followed the old llama into the monastery.
The Kaba Monastery wasn't very big and took up about ten mu.
Inside the courtyard, there were dozens of huge copper prayer wheels neatly lined up on both sides. They were surrounded by countless prayer flags and appeared especially solemn.
Inside the numerous halls, there were Buddha statues that were completely different from those of the Han Dynasty. Countless butter lamps illuminated the halls with golden light.
"It's late at night and the monks are all asleep. This old monk will first bring mister to the guest room to rest." The old llama said to Ye Fan as he turned around and closed the door.
"Thank you for your trouble, Great Master." Ye Fan observed the environment of the monastery and said.
"Mister, please follow me." The old llama said to Ye Fan as he walked toward a room at the back of the monastery.
Ye Fan followed closely behind.
After a while, the old llama brought Ye Fan to a Tibetan room.
"This is the bedroom prepared for mister." The old llama stopped and turned to Ye Fan. "This place is remote and the conditions can't be compared to those large monasteries in the Han Dynasty. I can only trouble mister."
"Great Master is too polite. This is already very good." Ye Fan said to the old llama.
"The room has already prepared hot water, Tam Ba, and some cooked butter tea for mister. If mister needs anything else, you can find me in the side hall." The old llama said.
"I don't dare to trouble Great Master. This is enough." Ye Fan respectfully said to the old llama.
"Since that's the case, this old monk won't disturb mister's rest." The old llama clasped his hands and said to Ye Fan.
"Great Master, please." Ye Fan clasped his hands together and returned the greeting.
The old llama turned around and left.
After Ye Fan watched the old llama leave, he gently pushed open the door and entered the bedroom.
As soon as he pushed the door open, a gust of warm air greeted him.
The bright oil lamp, the warm brazier, the exquisite thangka, the low wooden table, all the furnishings were filled with a strong Tibetan style.
Ye Fan warmed himself up by the fire, rubbed his hands, and slowly walked to the wooden table. He pulled out a wooden chair and sat down.
On the wooden table, there was a medium-sized Tibetan food box. It looked quite exquisite.
He reached out to open the food box, and a burst of fragrance wafted out from inside.
The food in the food box was very simple. There was a large box of Tsamba, a pot of butter tea, and two medium-sized Tibetan porcelain bowls.
"Xiao Zhao, come and eat." Ye Fan took out a few pieces of Tsamba from the food box and placed them in a porcelain bowl. Then, he placed them in front of Baihu, who was shaking her head and wagging her tail while drooling.
Baihu didn't even smell it. She dived into the bowl and began to eat heartily.
She was born in the snowy mountains of Tibet, so naturally, she had a special fondness for the food of her hometown.
Ever since she was rescued by Eldritch and brought back to the Lingyun Cave, she had never tasted the flavor of her hometown again.
"Eat slowly, no one is fighting with you," Ye Fan said with a smile as he stroked Baihu, who was wolfing down the food.
He took out a few pieces of Tsamba from the food box and placed them in Baihu's bowl. Then, he picked up the iron pot in the food box and poured out two cups of steaming hot butter tea. He placed one cup in front of Baihu.
After doing all this, Ye Fan pinched a piece of Tsamba and placed it in his mouth. Then, he carried the steaming hot butter tea to the brazier.
Although it was already late at night, he was not in the mood to sleep.
What was the relationship between that Golden Roc Fawang and his previous life's Eldritch?
Why did he ask the old llama to settle him in this Kaba Temple? To help him? To trap him?
Also, where was the divine cauldron that the crown prince spoke of? How did he know that there was a cauldron in Tibet?
Countless questions appeared in his mind, causing his mind to be in a mess.
Who cares, since he was already here, he might as well make the best of it.
The only thing he could do now was wait.
Wait for that Golden Roc Fawang to appear.
As long as he appeared, all the questions would become clear and clear.
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Ye Fan pushed the brazier to the side of the bed and then lay down on the bed with his clothes still on.
Baihu leaped onto the bed and snuggled up to Ye Fan, sleeping peacefully with its fluffy fox tail as its pillow.
It had already formed a habit of not being able to sleep without being next to Ye Fan. In other words, it did not feel safe at all.
After running for a long distance and trekking through the snow, the man and the fox quickly fell asleep.
Buzz … Not long after Ye Fan fell asleep, a resplendent golden pillar of light descended from the ceiling. It was as if a light barrier had appeared in the bedroom!
Ye Fan opened his eyes and abruptly sat up on the bed.
The golden pillar of light before him was dazzling and dazzling. There were tens of thousands of rays of light and thousands of strands of auspicious air!
Amidst the golden light, a kind-looking old man in yellow slowly appeared.
The old man had white eyebrows and a long beard. He smiled at Ye Fan who quickly sat up from the bed.
"Mr. Eldritch, we meet again," the old man said as he dispersed the golden light around him.
"This great master must be the Golden Roc Fawang that Master Sang Jie was talking about," Ye Fan asked the old man.
"There is no fixed law, and fixed law is illegal," the old man said to Ye Fan with a smile, "It's just a name, no different from dust. It's not worth mentioning."
"Junior greets the great master," Ye Fan said as he knelt on the ground and respectfully kowtowed to the old man.
This person spoke words of wisdom and the truth of Buddhism, so he was undoubtedly a living Buddha!
"All appearances are illusory. Mister, you don't have to adhere to worldly etiquette. Please rise, please rise. "The old man reached out and helped Ye Fan up from the ground.
Ye Fan stood up and looked at the old man.
"The last time I discussed Zen with you, I was only a young acolyte who had just become a monk. Now that we meet again, you and I have already reincarnated. It's true that things have remained the same, but people have changed." The old man looked at Ye Fan and lamented.
"Did I know you in my previous life, great master?" Ye Fan asked.
The old man smiled and nodded.
'So that's it!'
Ye Fan thought to himself.
His deduction was not wrong at all. The two of them knew each other in their previous lives.
"Master, may I know why you've led me here this time?" Ye Fan asked.
"Of course it's for you," the old man replied.
"For me?" Ye Fan furrowed his brows.
"You and I had a promise in our previous lives. After we reincarnated and met again, we had to enlighten whoever had the higher realm and help them break away from their cultivation," the old man replied. "In order to fulfill this promise, I reincarnated in Tibet for three lifetimes, waiting for the day to meet you again. Now that the karma has matured, we finally meet again."
Ye Fan was shocked when he heard this.
In order to meet him, the old Dharma King had actually reincarnated three times in this Tibetan land!
"Great master …" Ye Fan was so moved by the old man's words that he could not speak.
"I have a piece of advice. I hope you can rein in your horse at the edge of the cliff and behave yourself," the old man said to Ye Fan, "As for whether you listen or not, it all depends on your fate."
"Great master, please speak," Ye Fan said with reddened eyes.
"Mortal and Bufan are separated by a single thought," the old man looked at Ye Fan with a calm expression and said, "Mortal is mortal; Bufan is holy; those who forget both mortal and holy are Buddhas. As the saying goes, the mortal does not decrease and the holy does not increase. To see all forms is to see Tathagata."
Ye Fan seemed to understand after hearing this.
Mortal, Bufan.
Ye Fan, Bufan.
There really seemed to be an inextricable connection between Mortal and Bufan.
But even so, Ye Fan still could not understand the profound meaning behind the old man's words.
"Great master, I don't understand." Ye Fan raised his head and frowned at the old man.
"You are now the ruler of the Demon World and a layer of the seal has been broken. Have you ever thought about what you will become in the future? Demon? Human? Both human and demon? When the master of the Demon World, Tenmoni, falls into hell in the future, who will rule the Demon World? You? Do you also want to fall into eternal damnation? Qing Chenzi asked you to find the Nine Cauldrons not only to save your wife, but more importantly to let you accumulate great merit. But you, you have entered the Demon Path and embarked on the path of evil. In this way, what is the use of finding the Nine Cauldrons? What is the use of understanding the supreme secret text? When you fall into hell, it will be too late to regret. "
Ye Fan was silent and did not say a word.
"Listen to my advice. The sea of bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore before it is too late," the old man said to Ye Fan.
"Great master, you want me to give up everything I am doing now?" Ye Fan asked with a frown.
"Not give up, but let go," the old man said to Ye Fan, "Have you forgotten what Qing Chenzi said to you that day? As long as you let go of your wife, regardless of Buddhism or Taoism, and focus on cultivation, the two of you will be safe and sound. Love, hate, affection, and enmity are illusory, and the past will be written off. "
"Love, hate, affection, and enmity are illusory, and the past will be written off …" Ye Fan repeated this sentence repeatedly with red eyes.
These fourteen words were like fourteen steel knives that stabbed into Ye Fan's heart, making him feel so much pain that he wished he was dead!
"Great master, I can't do it." Thinking of his wife's crazy appearance and Xiao Zhao's fox body after losing her inner core, Ye Fan's eyes teared up. He slowly shook his head and said firmly.
"Amitabha!" The old man chanted and slowly shook his head, "In order to enlighten you, I have waited for more than three hundred years. In the end, I came with nothing and left with nothing."
After the old man finished speaking, he slowly turned around and the golden light around him shone again.
"Everything is like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow, like dew, like lightning. Mr. Eldritch, we will meet again if fate wills it. "The old man chanted the Vajra Sutra and slowly disappeared.
In the room, only the red-eyed Ye Fan and the soundly asleep Baihu were left …
"Great Master, Great Master …" Ye Fan, who was on the bed, shouted as he sat up on the bed.
The sky was bright and the sun had risen.
Baihu was staring at Ye Fan with a pair of clear and transparent eyes. She looked suspiciously at the sweaty and teary-eyed Ye Fan.
So it was a dream.
After taking a good look at his surroundings, Ye Fan let out a long sigh.
What a realistic dream.
He wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and thought in his heart.
Clap clap clap! Clap clap clap!
Just when he thought that a long night would lead to many dreams, there was a hurried knock on the door.
"Mr. Eldritch! Mr. Eldritch … "
It was the voice of a young lama, sounding very anxious.
Ye Fan tidied up his hair and clothes, quickly walked to the door and opened it.
"Mr. Eldritch, Golden Roc Fawang has passed away. Our temple's abbot, Master Sang Jie, has already rushed to Golden Roc Temple to send him off. "
Outside the door, a young lama who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old said to Ye Fan with red eyes.
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