Chapter 115
Little Chamber Mountain.
The rich scent of burning fat filled the air, mixed with unsettling chants of scripture.
The old blind man lay sprawled on the ground, gazing toward the esoteric cultivator ahead who wore a bright yellow rooster cap and a grand crimson monk robe. His voice cracked like a cuckoo weeping blood. “Bright Son Miaohuo, this old man is willing to repay every sin. Please show mercy and spare my family... I clearly calculated it all. The karma should have been settled... I should not suffer such calamity in my later years.”
Not far in front of him, Bright Son Miaohuo sat cross-legged with palms pressed together, a brazier placed before him.
His skin was slightly dark, his nose high-bridged, and his eyes deep-set. A faint smile touched his lips. “Benefactor, you have no calamity at all. On the contrary, you carry great merit, for you have delivered a Vajra Protector to our path. This is a tremendous achievement.”
“Then why?”
Though the old blind man’s hollow eyes could see nothing, he could already sense the tragic fate of his family.
“This is your blessing. Lord Buddha has come specifically to deliver you all. In lifetime after lifetime, you will reincarnate in the Hidden-Treasury Domain and share in ultimate bliss. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“Only those with great merit may offer their physical bodies to become dharma instruments in the hands of the Guru. To receive the Guru’s constant chanting and blessings day and night—what immense fortune is that?”