Chapter 411: Western Regions (3)
“Sob...! The Heavenly Master has not forsaken us! To think he would send us the Nāgarāja for our sake!”
At the emotional cry of the man who appeared to be the leader of the robed monks, the other prostrated monks also began to shed tears.
“O Nаgarаja!” (translated from Tibetan)
“O Nаgarаja, guardian of the Dharma of the Heavenly Master! Thank you for appearing to protect the Dharma!”
“To think the King of Nаgas himself would be sent to us!” (translated from Tibetan)
What should have escalated into conflict suddenly transformed into an atmosphere of worship.
It was a scene straight out of a documentary I had seen in my past life—one of those mass gatherings of fanatics in a cult.
‘I know Buddhism isn't a cult, but this sure feels like one right now.’
“What’s going on here?”
“What in the world is happening?”
Everyone turned their eyes toward Ji-ryong, apparently thinking he was the only one who could make sense of this.
But he just looked just as confused, his expression clearly stating he didn’t know either.