The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

The sitting monk slowly stood up and looked at Bai Chen.

"Listen, your promise still echoes among the mountains, like the wind. The mountains are listening, and the earth is listening. You cannot break your oath. If you break it, you will incur the wrath of God. The fire of hell may not let you Shiva is resurrected, but your transgression will make the gods angry."

"So what if the gods are angry?" Bai Chen Yinglang's face was very calm.

"The mountains will shake, the earth will crack, the snow will collapse, lava will spew, fire and ice will rage, and all living things will be destroyed..."

The monk's dry face showed a look of compassion, as if the disaster had already happened, and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Then you should stop the gods you talk about, instead of stopping me." Bai Chen said.

"The river valley has turned black. Maybe in the near future, the gods will come to the world. If then, I will sacrifice my small life and pray to the gods to treat the people well. But before that, I must do my best. Duty. I am Sati's attendant and the guardian of Kali Gandaki, and I will not allow you to cross the valley."

The monk's attitude seemed determined.

Bai Chen smiled slightly: "Can you stop me? I promise not to cross the line because I respect the Snow Mountain Goddess, and I don't like the chaotic smell of earth veins in your land, but it's not because I'm afraid of you."

The monk sighed softly, with a sad look on his old wrinkled face, and began to recite strangely incomprehensible scriptures.

The dark skin on his body glowed golden in the sun.

As he opened his arms, along the banks of the Kali Gandaki River, voids piled up and layers of rocks piled up, forming a high wall that reached the sky.

The high walls blocked the sunlight and cast shadows over the land.

On that side of the wall, there is bright day, but on this side, it is dark night.

"It seems you are serious about it!"

Bai Chen raised his eyebrows and let out a long roar that shook the world.

The body rose from the ground and suddenly turned into a long white dragon in the air...

……

Lilac stopped and looked back.

They had crossed the Kali Gandaki Valley, and behind them was a desolate place with nothing but a vast expanse of rocks.

"Did you hear the sound? It sounded like a dragon roaring!"

"Who has heard the roar of a dragon?" Xu Xiaobei said, "The sound of thunder!"

"I've heard of it." Lilac said.

"Ah?" Xu Xiaobei was stunned.

Wuhua glanced at Lilac, thoughtfully.

Ding Xiang shook her head slightly: "Maybe I heard wrong."

The three of them continued on their way.

The scenery along the way began to improve, and occasionally green came into view.

A big mountain seemed to appear suddenly, lying in front of us, blocking the way.

The mountain is steep and majestic. There is no vegetation on the mountain, and it is bare and exposed brown rocks. One of the cliffs stands steeply, as if cut by a knife.

On the cliff, there is a palace-style house built. The white roof reflects the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and the red walls are like flames jumping in front of the travelers' eyes, so dazzling.

"Is this the temple Bai Chen mentioned?" Wuhua said.

Xu Xiaobei said: "What's the big deal? I'll go up and take a look. You guys wait here."

"Xiao Bei!" Ding Xiang pulled him, "Forget it, our goal is the purple bamboo forest, there doesn't seem to be a single bamboo here."

Xu Xiaobei was a little unconvinced, but this temple did make people feel a little uncomfortable. Although it was built on a mountain, it felt indescribably depressing.

Thinking that it was related to Ding Xiang's safety, she stopped insisting.

The three of them turned around the mountain and saw a small village with dozens of scattered families.

At the entrance of the village, there was an old man smoking a cigarette and basking in the sun leisurely. Several tanned children were running around and playing.

Ding Xiang stepped forward to ask, but the old man shook his head and waved his hands, wondering whether it was because he was deaf or had a language barrier.

The children gathered around, pointing and laughing at them, and one naughty one even threw stones at them.

A middle-aged man came over and cursed a few words, and the children left in a hurry.

"Are you pilgrims coming to Muktinath?" the man asked.

"Muktina?" Dingxiang finally knew the name of this place, "Oh, we are travelers, is this place called Muktina?"

"Yes, this is Muktinath. Master Padmasambhava practiced here before entering Tibet." The middle-aged man said.

"Oh, that's it. Is that temple commemorating Padmasambhava?" Wuhua asked, pointing to the palace temple on the cliff in the distance.

"Oh, that's not it." The middle-aged man smiled, "That's a temple, the Muktinath Temple, the temple of Lord Shiva. When you came here, you should have seen a clear river, the God of Snow Mountain, The water flows out from there and nourishes the earth. It was here that Shiva married his wife, the Snow Mountain Goddess, and Master Padmasambhava stayed to practice because of the abundant spiritual energy here."

Wuhua was a little fascinated when he heard it. He was obsessed with such stories.

But Xu Xiaobei had no good impression of the temple on the mountain and muttered: "Does the god still want to marry a wife? It's just a popular belief."

The middle-aged man was a little unhappy after hearing this: "Hey, what's wrong with you? Even if it's not a pilgrimage, please maintain respect for God. People who are disrespectful to God are not welcome in Mukti!"

Ding Xiang said quickly: "Oh, I'm sorry, we are not disrespectful, we are just passing by. Excuse me, is there a place where purple bamboo grows near here?"

"Oh, it turns out you are Tibetan herbalists!" the middle-aged man suddenly said, "I used to be a herbalist, and I stopped working after I broke my leg. There is a purple bamboo forest in the canyon to the west, but it is Guanyin's. There is a living Buddha living in the monastery. In other places, there are only thin bamboos scattered among the cliffs, which are very difficult to collect!"

"Ah, where is the canyon?" Lilac asked excitedly.

"Oh, just go west from here, cross the pass in front, and you can see the purple bamboo forest." The middle-aged man pointed to the west and said.

……

The purple bamboo in the canyon is like a purple lake, and the wind blows, making waves.

The forest is very quiet, with a path leading deep into the forest, winding across a bridge and over water.

There are actually pavilions and waterside pavilions inside, which are quite similar to the Chinese gardens, but the architecture is a little rougher and simpler.

There is a temple deep in the forest. It is a multi-story tower-shaped structure with a rounded bottom and a round top. The outer walls are all made of white rocks and inlaid with blue and yellow agate.

This style is completely the style of Tianzhu and Niboluo. It is completely different from the bamboo forest waterside pavilion in front of it, but it is not incongruous.

In the side hall of the temple, there are incense burners and alchemy furnaces, as well as rows of cabinets exuding medicinal incense.

Huihang sat in front of the alchemy stove, sweating profusely.

In the alchemy furnace, the fire is booming, and I don’t know what is being refined.

After a while, Huihang took a long breath, stopped his work, and the fire in the alchemy furnace was extinguished.

Huihang waved his hand, and the furnace lid opened. A few shining beads emerged from the furnace, which were the Zhiren relics he had snatched from Tianzhu Temple.

"This relic cannot be refined. Could it be that the old monk has truly become a Buddha?" Huihang was very puzzled and thought it was unlikely, so he shook his head.

At this time, he seemed to hear something, and with a sway, he was already in the yard.

"You two little guys, want to run away again?"

As soon as he waved, a white snake and a turtle flew out of the bamboo forest and landed in his hand.