C302 Pauper's Law, Monk

Old Cube was lonely, leaving behind two sariras in the raging flames. The sariras were placed on the left side of the three pagodas on the highest floor. This buddhist pagoda was dedicated to the sariras left behind by the high monks of the past White Horse Temple after their deaths. As long as one entered, one would be able to feel the earth-shattering buddhist energy. Righteous, grand, and peaceful.

After bowing to the dead Old Cube, I carried the heavy box back home. The box that Jiang Xi gave me was still lying quietly on the tea table in front of the sofa.

Looking at the two boxes left and right, I still decided to open the one Jiang Xi gave me first. She opened the outer package, which was marked with a series of words in English. After looking through it several times, I had to admit that I had given my beloved teachers back from the moment I graduated from school.

Inside the box lay a large black lump. Of course, it was said to be very big, but compared to the brick like body of the Black Vajra, it was several times smaller. A small glass screen lay across it, and below it was a series of black buttons.

Second generation digital analog phone. Looking at the Chinese language manual for the recipe, I knew what it really was. To put it bluntly, it was a mini version of what the Black Vajra was. Compared to the Black Vajra, the signal was much better.

Inside the phone was Jiang Xi's number, she had opened it and specifically stored it inside, with Duo Er's name on the column.

After dialing a number, Jiang Xi quickly picked up, as if she was bitter: "Why did you only call me now."

I laughed and replied, "Haha, I can't say that I forgot about that. If I were to say that I was hated by others, I would have to answer vaguely." However, this thing in my pocket is really quite convenient. I took out the phone and called my family, giving them the number of this phone.

After playing around, I put the phone on the table and began to take a closer look at the box wrapped in yellow cloth. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it. The two hemp ropes were like bundles of pastries as they tied the yellow cloth outside together with the box inside. The box was made of wood and was extremely hard. Judging from the fragrance coming from inside, it should be the wood of the silver fir.

When he opened the yellow cloth, on the red box, there was a large golden 'swastika' word which almost covered the entire lid of the box. At the four corners of the rectangular box, there were also small golden 'swastika' characters which were around the size of a fingernail.

The five golden words "Swastika" seemed to indicate that the items within this box were extraordinary. I stared at the box and slowly pushed it open a crack.

It wasn't like the golden light I imagined, where the blind man's eyes could see through the cracks in the wall. It was so dark that I couldn't see anything. Thus, I carefully opened the gap in the box wider. The light shone through, but I couldn't clearly see what was inside. It was just that there weren't any dangerous messages coming from the box, so I decisively lifted the lid of the box.

The contents inside stunned me for a moment. In such a big box, there was a single piece of paper lying inside, no … Perhaps it should not be called paper, but rather a strange material. The color was slightly yellow and looked somewhat like sheepskin, but it did not have the fishy smell of sheepskin. Furthermore, it was very thin, but its toughness was very strong.

There were a lot of words engraved on it, and they were carved in the same way as well. However, I also didn't recognize any of those characters. It wasn't because I didn't know how to read properly, but because the entire text was filled with the most original Sanskrit. There were not many people in China who understood these words. Even in the whole of Hua Xia, it was likely that only those few buddhist great virtues knew some of these primitive Sanskrit. And even in the buddhist hometown, the place called Tian Zhu, there were very few people who could understand this type of character.

He looked and looked under the light, but he still couldn't get anything out of it. But that Old Cube would definitely not leave me such a thing just for me. It must have some sort of use, but I can't discover it.

Focusing my attention on this, I suddenly thought of the few books that Old Cube gave me previously. Could it be related to that? The two books were still lying by the bed. He went back to his room to look, but he couldn't find any contact points between these items. Even that smiling Heart Sutra had nothing in common with these Sanskrit characters.

After thinking for a while, I tried everything I could think of. From the evening to the night, I could not come up with anything useful. Not only that, but it had also made my brain tired. As I lay on the bed, I could feel waves of fatigue invading my body.

As soon as I turned off the light and entered my trancelike closed eyes, a deep chanting scripture that was like a giant aluminum bell suddenly exploded in my ears. Every note seemed to contain an endless explosive power, but when it struck a person's heart, it was as smooth and soundless as a spring rain entering the night. Not only did I not feel any discomfort, I instead felt a little comfortable. I didn't understand what the chanting was about. It was very different from the chanting I heard in the Buddhist temple. This should be Sanskrit. I don't know who the chanting was, but it had such power.

I sat up from the bed. In the darkness, I could clearly see that the piece of paper, which I had placed on the table, was filled with Sanskrit words. It floated in the air.

Was the sound coming from that piece of paper? Listening to the Zen in my ears, I couldn't help but make this guess. I wanted to get up to take a look, but when I wanted to, I realized that no matter how hard I tried, it was as if there was a pair of hands pressing down on my shoulders, pressing me down so hard that I couldn't move at all. Even using the longevity and communicating with each other was completely useless.

In the darkness, I could only look at the floating piece of paper and listen to the constant chants. At this moment, just when I tried many different methods to get up from the bed, something happened again.

The Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle seemed to be able to resonate with that piece of Sanskrit. It also began to hum, and at the same moment, Ksitigarbha's shadow appeared once again. Compared to the blurry appearance from before, I can actually see his face very clearly this time around!

A kind face, but it also seemed like there were countless malice hidden within! The two feelings formed a strange conflict on his face, it was very discordant, but after looking at it so many times, he felt that he should be like this, only someone who was peaceful and ruthless like him, oh no, should be called a divine being, could suppress that kind of vicious place in the Underworld, which was full of evil spirits. Only such a divine being would dare to say that hell did not become a buddha. At this moment, I suddenly recalled an extraordinary saying. Kitigarbha was actually not a Bodhisattva. Kitigarbha was wearing his white crown as he stood in front of a piece of paper floating in the air. After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth and, with some difficulty, started chanting along with the grand Buddhist chant.

The moment this person opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood flowed down my throat. My face instantly swelled up as though all the blood in my body was gushing towards my head. My blood vessels were unable to bear the pressure.

If one were to say that the Buddhist chant itself was peaceful and that it was a type of power that could help people defend themselves, then when this person opened his mouth, that grand voice seemed to be filled with a strange demonic quality, as if it was trying to completely destroy a person's heart, persuading them to lift up the butcher knife and turn into a great devil. Yes, the moment he opened his mouth, he completely reversed the peaceful atmosphere. The same melody, but the effects of reciting it from different people were not ordinary. The Great Demonic Buddha, with a single thought, the Buddhist chanting, the words of the two families.

I almost couldn't take it, when the voice came out, if it wasn't for the longevity protecting my meridians, if it wasn't for the fact that the power of the Earth Flower was protecting my Spiritual Altar, I would have been like a piece of paper floating in the air, split into two.

The tenacious paper was torn into two by Kitigarbha's words. The loud voice next to my ear trembles, then it lowers by quite a bit, but it continues to recite steadily, as though it is trying to guide that person on some level.

The blood was in my throat, and I held on. The Kitigarbha Bodhisattva's entire body was devilish. At this time, he was not the merciful buddhist character, but the delinquent leader of the Nine Hell Hells, a person with an evil nature.

The feeling of a gentle spring rain was gone, replaced by a heavy hammer pounding on the heart. That demonic sound was like a heavy hammer striking at my heart, as if it wanted to shatter my heart. As for the piece of paper that had been split into two, under that incantation, it had already turned into eight pieces. It was still splitting. Blinking its eyes, it turned into sixteen pieces, then thirty-two pieces, sixty-four pieces …

The sound of the chanting has completely disappeared, leaving only Kitigarbha standing there and reciting it over and over again. I don't know how many times it started, but the devilish nature of the voice continued to weaken, and the buddhist nature continued to grow stronger. Only when a voice rang in my ears did I regain my senses, I looked in astonishment at a little white buddha in front of me who was only up to my knees.

"My Buddhist name is Monk."