Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Achala, the Immovable Wisdom Lord

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Two hours later, Mo Yanshao stood at the entrance of the Thousand Dragons Temple. He raised his head and looked up at the ancient temple that was bathed in incense.

The Thousand Dragons Temple had an antiquated look. There were two rows of cypress trees planted along the entrance. As he stood at the main entrance of the temple, the snowy-capped Thousand Dragons Mountains could be seen in the backdrop of the temple. With the Thousand Dragons Mountains behind it, the temple appeared even more impressive.

Today was a long weekend. Many dees were in the Thousand Dragons Temple than usual. Many people had come to offer up incense while others came seeking tattoos.

The finest tattoo masters in Xianghe City were not in the city’s tattoo shops, but rather in the Thousand Dragons Temple. Legend had it that getting a tattoo from the temple could prevent disasters and catastrophes with the protection of Buddha.

The tattoo masters in the temple did not charge a fee for their services. However, not just anyone could come and get a tattoo. Before doing so, the tattoo masters in the temple would first meet the person. If the person was not right, they would not ink the person no matter how much money was offered.

For instance, the hooligans who kept stirring up trouble all day long could only get inked at tattoo shops. If they came to the Thousand Dragons Temple, no matter how they disguised themselves, the tattoo masters in the temple would not ink them once they laid eyes on them.

Those who had committed crimes or were impure of heart would also find it hard to get inked.

For one to be able to be inked in the Thousand Dragons Temple, it was the greatest blessing and testament to their pure character.

Tattoos were a tradition of summoners. Each summoner had their own unique tattoo. The tattoos of a summoner were not just for looking good or being cool. Instead, it was used to identify one’s corpse after their heads exploded from failing to merge the boundary bead. This tradition had been passed down for thousands of years among summoners without fail.

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Mo Yanshao’s tattoo was inked by Master Yungu in the Thousand Dragons Temple.

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Back then, even when Master Yungu was still inking, not just anyone could get him to ink them.

Mo Yanshao entered the temple. There was only one monk to receive dees inside. Mo Yanshao met the monk and explained why he had come. The monk swiftly led Mo Yanshao to the living quarters behind the Thousand Dragons Temple. They came to the courtyard where Master Yungu was staying.Fiind updated novels at novelhall.com

Master Yungu was already more than 100 years old. The hair on his eyebrows and his beard were all white. However, his complexion was still slightly rosy. He was meditating under a ginkgo tree. He was not moving at all. Until Mo Yanshao stood before him, only then did Master Yungu open his eyes. He revealed a pair of eyes as calm as a lake. He slightly smiled and greeted, “Patron Mo, you have come to see me.”

“Master Yungu, you look well. I had some business today that I needed to refer to you,” Mo Yanshao replied directly.

“Was that the reason why Master spent three days to ink this Achala on the back of the youth?”

“That’s right,” Master Yungu smiled as he replied. “In exchange, I asked the youth to give this painting of Achala to me so that I can regularly pay my respects to it. He agreed.”

“Alright, I have no further questions. Thank you, Master, for your guidance.”

Before he left, Mo Yanshao glanced at the painting once again. He felt his eyes were being consumed by endless flames once again.

The figure of Achala in the painting seemed to have an indescribable, awe-inspiring power.

The tattoo on each summoner’s body was actually the summoner’s spiritual belief and spirit totem. It bore each person’s imprint and their spirit.

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As he left the Thousand Dragons Temple, each time he recalled the painting of Achala, Xia Ping’an’s peaceful face would surface in Mo Yanshao’s mind.

Mo Yanshao had already encountered Xia Ping’an a few times before this. He never imagined that such an awe-inspiring tattoo of Achala was actually inked on Xia Ping’an’s back.

Was Achala Xia Ping’an’s spirit totem? What was the story behind Achala? What did he represent?

How much of Xia Ping’an’s behavior in Mo Yanshao’s presence was an act? Was he pretending to be a completely harmless ordinary person?

It seemed that Xia Ping’an kept many secrets. It was not just his clairvoyance.

However, everyone had their own secrets. Mo Yanshao also had some of his own. As long as it did not affect his responsibilities in the National Order Council, Mo Yanshao was not interested in digging up the secrets of others.

People like Xia Ping’an were the ones who should join the National Order Council. Placing such people outside in society was too dangerous. It was better to keep them under his watch.

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Fortunately, Xia Ping’an would be reporting for duty tomorrow.

Suddenly, Mo Yanshao could not wait for Xia Ping’an’s arrival.

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