Raising a Fox Spirit in My Home Chapter 177.1

Chapter 177.1

Parting Song

When Li Yundong returned to the camps fifteen minutes later, every single one of the pilgrims were on their feet, staring at him with frightful eyes . A few men had their rifles out while others were armed with hunting bows . Some of the women were hiding inside the foreigners' jeep . Relief spread across each of their faces when they saw that it was him .

Li Yundong strode past the crowd and stopped in front of Changbagela . "What's the matter? Y'all look like you've just seen a ghost . "

Changbagela seemed a little shaken . "There was a strange noise," he said . "We thought it was the wolves . "

"Oh no that was me," Li Yundong said . "I was…"

Was what? Blowing s.h.i.t up? Deforesting?

"Training . " Li Yundong cleared his throat . "I was training . "

The colors returned to Changbagela's countenance . "So there were no wolves?" Changbagela looked at him reverently . "Or did you take care of the wolves as part of your training?"

Li Yundong laughed . "No . There were no wolves . " Li Yundong turned and waved at the men with weapons . "Y'all can relax . "

Changbagela sighed and waved to his followers . "Alright, settle down, people . There are no wolves, so we're safe . Return to your tents and get some rest . "

There was a collective sigh, and then the crowd began to disperse .

"Changbagela," Li Yundong said when he saw that Changbagela was about to leave . "May I have a word in private?"

From the corner of his eyes, Li Yundong saw Meiduo staring at him curiously . She was still holding the shoes he had returned to her earlier this morning .

"Sure . Follow me . "

Li Yundong followed Changbagela until they reached the inside of Changbagela's tent . Li Yundong declined the gla.s.s of water that Changbagela had offered him and took a seat at one corner of the large tent .

Changbagela lowered himself across from him and arranged himself into a meditative posture . "So . Are you going to tell me who you really are?"

Li Yundong raised his gaze sharply .

Changbagela just smiled at him . "I know there's something special about you . Are you perhaps…" His brows rose just a tad . "A Cultivator?"

Li Yundong held Changbagela's gaze for a moment, then hung his head . "Yes . "

Changbagela pressed his palms together . "Amitabha… Perhaps there is some truth after all in the saying that you're the reincarnation of Mahakala…"

Li Yundong rubbed the back of his neck . "Yeah… That's what I wanted to talk to you about…" Li Yundong dropped his hand and stared into Changbagela's eyes . "Everyone kept calling me by that name . Why is that?"

Changbagela took a sip of tea . "How much do you know about Mahakala?"

Li Yundong shook his head . "Not much . I just know that it's the name of a deity that your people worship . "

Changbagela nodded . "Mahakala is actually a Sanskrit term . We Tibetans call him Nagpo Chenpo, which means Great Black One; or Gonpo, which means protector . "

"Who, or what, does he protect?" Li Yundong asked .

"Everything related to Buddha and Buddha's teachings . "

Li Yundong frowned . "Everything… as in…"

"The worshippers . Temples . Scriptures . Everything . " Changbagela smiled . "That's why Mahakala was bequeathed the t.i.tle, the Dharma Protector . "

"Wow . That's a lot to protect…"

Changbagela shrugged . "He is a protector after all . It's in his nature . "

Li Yundong nodded, but said nothing .

"Now I have a question," Changbagela said all of a sudden .

Li Yundong regarded the old man for a moment, then nodded . "Fire away . "

"What happened earlier? I mean before you ran off on your own . " Changbagela paused as though he was trying to choose his words carefully . "You mentioned something about a code?"

"Oh . That . Well, it's just…" Li Yundong shrugged . "I realized that a part of the Mahamudra Tantra held a coded message, that's all . "

Changbagela smiled . "Ah . So you had an epiphany then?"

Li Yundong cleared his throat . "Well… Sort of…"

"And did you find your answer?"

Li Yundong nodded resolutely . "Yes . " Pretty sure the fallen trees and broken twigs could attest to that .

Changbagela chuckled . "Maybe it was the right call to give the book to you after all . " Changbagela suddenly looked towards him . "Did you know that you uttered Mahakala's other name during your epiphany?"

Li Yundong could feel his eyes widening . "Seriously? Did I?"

Changbagela chuckled . "My hearing might have declined with age, but I'm quite sure I heard your say Mahavairocana . "

"Oh, yeah . I did say that…"

"May I ask why you mentioned that name?" Changbagela paused for a moment . "It had something to do with that epiphany you had, am I right?"

Li Yundong nodded . "Yes . I realized something about one of Mahavairocana's hand signs . "

Changbagela had a thoughtful look on his face .

"Which hand sign, if you don't mind me asking? Well, you did mention it just now, but you were mumbling to yourself, so I couldn't catch what you were saying . "

"Um… The Intelligent Fist . "

Changbagela's eyes widened just a tad . "Ah… The Intelligent Fist… Now I see…" He chuckled . "No wonder you asked me about the mantra . "

Li Yundong sat up straighter and shifted closer to Changbagela .

"Changbagela…"

"Yes?"

Li Yundong cleared his throat . "Hypothetically speaking…"

Changbagela laughed, his eyes shone with amus.e.m.e.nt . "Oh, so we're speaking in hypotheticals now, eh? Fine . Go on, then . "

Li Yundong smirked, then continued, "Hypothetically speaking, if these hand signs contain the secrets to some hidden powers, what would they be?"

Changbagela chuckled .

"Then I shall tell you, my friend, that according to Vajrayana Buddhism, each hand sign does indeed hold the secrets to unlock a unique divine power . "

"What kind of divine power?"

"According to Vajrayana Buddhism, these hand signs—or mudras—can be split into three categories . The combative, Ganges, and tantric mudras . The Intelligent Fist mudra belongs to the third category since it requires a mantra . "

"What kind of divine power does the Intelligent Fist mudra give then?"

Changbagela smiled . "Patience, young man . "

Li Yundong blushed . "Sorry . "

"The combative mudras, as its name implies, mostly deal physical damage when used . Ganges is the name of a river that originates in the Himalayas and flows southeast across the Ganges Valley . " Changbagela smiled . "And as you know, a river nourishes and cleans . It washes away undesirable things . It is a source of life, you see?"

Understanding washed over Li Yundong . "So the Ganges mudras has healing abilities?"

Changbagela nodded . "Not all of them though . Some can be used to end disasters . Others can be used as a form of blessing . "

"And the last category?"

"Ah . The tantric mudras are special . " Changbagela shot him a pointed look . "They are protective in nature . "

"Like a shield?"

"Some, yes . But not all of them are shields . "

"What things can they protect their user against?"

"A wide range of things," Changbagela said . "It repels physical objects . It purifies evil and repels demonic aura, etc . "

"I see…"

So that's what the Intelligent Fist mudra does . . . The fallen trees must be the effect of the physical repulsion .

"All these are, of course, hypothetical and have no basis in reality…"

Li Yundong raised his gaze and saw Changbagela staring at him with his brows raised .

Li Yundong laughed . "Of course . These are all hypothetical . " Suddenly, Li Yundong stopped laughing and gave Changbagela a serious look . "Suppose that if, in this hypothetical scenario, a Buddhist lama were to give away a precious text containing these secrets… Would the he face dire consequences for doing so?"

Changbagela smiled casually . "Who knows?"

"But the lama would've been accused of giving away the temple's secrets . "

Changbagela smirked . "Ah . But these hypothetical secrets are so obscure that very little people can unveil them . " Changbagela's smirk turned into a grin . "And if anyone do manage to unveil these secrets, then there isn't a single doubt in my mind that the text is in the right hands . "

Li Yundong pondered Changbagela's words silently .

"Now I have another question . "

Li Yundong stared at Changbagela for a moment . "Are we still talking in hypotheticals?"

Changbagela laughed . "No . "

Li Yundong smiled . "Go ahead, sir . "

"You always seemed a little defensive whenever we call you Mahakala . " Changbagela paused for a moment . "Why is that?"

Li Yundong sighed . "I had…" How the heck was he supposed to explain Ishvara and his personal G.o.d? "Well… I had a vision of some sort . "

Changbagela leaned forward slightly . "A vision?"

"Yeah… Sort of like a dream, where I was this omnipotent G.o.d with six arms and three faces . "

Changbagela stroked his beard . "Hmm…"

"Anyway . " Li Yundong waved his hand a few times . "It creeped me out a little when you guys described Mahakala to me . Coz you said six arms and three faces, which is exactly what I saw in the vision . " He chuckled . "Maybe it's all just a coincidence . "

"Coincidence?"

Li Yundong looked at Changbagela, taken aback by his skeptical tone . "I mean, yeah . I'm a Cultivator, but I'm not an all-powerful Buddhist deity . "

In fact, he was a complete n.o.body before Su Chan came into his life, before the Renyuan Jindan .

"You have an apt.i.tude for martial arts, don't you? You have good battle instincts . You're a natural warrior . You anger easily and tend to settle things with your fists . . . "

"But—"

"And I have no doubt that you are a great cook too . You know your way around the kitchen and enjoy serving food to others . Also, you have a great desire to protect the poor and the weak . " Changbagela raised his brows . "And let me guess, it angers you greatly whenever you see injustice?"

Li Yundong gaped at the old man . "How did you…"

Changbagela pressed his palms together . "Amitabha . . . All the traits I mentioned belonged to Mahakala . In fact, ancient Buddhist texts described Mahakala as the G.o.d of battle, the Lord of the Kitchen, and the Lord of Justice . " Changbagela smiled . "I do not think it is a mere coincidence that you happen to have those traits too, Zhenren Li . "

Li Yundong sat there wordlessly, staring down at the tent's tarpaulin flooring .

After what felt like forever, Changbagela broke the silence .

"Your difficulty lies in the fact that your mind is filled with a.s.sumptions about yourself, Zhenren Li . "

Li Yundong looked up from the tarpaulin .

Changbagela smiled . "The mind is a beautiful servant, but a dangerous master . Your a.s.sumptions will eventually become a leash through which your mind controls you . Cut the leash . Be the master of your own mind . Discover, not a.s.sume . Perhaps then the truth about yourself shall reveal itself to you . "

Li Yundong smiled and nodded . "You're a wise man, Changbagela . "

Changbagela shook his head . "Not a wise man, Zhenren Li . But a peaceful man . "

Li Yundong wondered what Changbagela meant by that . He chuckled . Buddhist monks . Always speaking in riddles .

Li Yundong rose to his feet . "This has been really enlightening, Changbagela . Thank you . "

Changbagela pressed his palms together and bowed .

"Good night," Li Yundong said, then walked out of the tent .

***

After leaving Changbagela's tent, Li Yundong grabbed his backpack and headed towards the brook to take a bath . He had gone longer without one, but he figured he should make full use of the clean water from the brook before he leave the camp tomorrow morning . On the way to the brook, he pa.s.sed by a few women who greeted him in Tibetan . He answered the greetings with polite nods and smiles before hurrying off .

The brook was empty when he arrived, which was perfect . This wouldn't take long anyway—ten minutes tops, he figured .

He found a rock near the far end of the brook and lowered his backpack onto it .

Then, he pulled out a clean towel from his backpack and began stripping off his clothes . A minute later, he stood in the brook and began to wash the dirt and grime off his body . The sky was clear tonight, and the moonlight was ample enough that he could make out the state of his skin .

He smiled when he began to wonder what Su Chan would think if she saw him now . Surely, his princess would start making fun of him for his lack of hygiene . But of course, she was more than welcome to help him in the personal hygiene department . He certainly wouldn't mind a backrub .

His thoughts about Su Chan ended when he heard a rustling sound behind him . He froze .

"Who's there?!" he yelled and turned around to face the intruder .

He wasn't expecting to see Meiduo standing there without a single st.i.tch on .

Li Yundong gasped and covered his eyes . "What the h.e.l.l?!"

Then, he scrambled out of the brook and ran towards the rock where he placed his backpack . He grabbed his towel and wrapped himself in it . When he was done, he looked up and, much to his horror, saw a naked Meiduo walking towards him . He gasped and quickly turned around .

"For G.o.d's sake, Meiduo! Put some clothes on!"

"Why won't you look at me, Brother Li?" Meiduo said . "Don't you find me beautiful?"

"Come on! Meiduo! Stop messing around!"

"I'm not messing around, Brother Li…"

Li Yundong took a deep breath . "Alright, look . Why don't you put on some clothes on first, and then we'll talk, okay?"

More rustling of gra.s.s sounded .

"You like me, don't you?"

"Wha— I never said…" Li Yundong uncovered his eyes, but cursed when he saw that Meiduo was still naked . Dammit! Li Yundong scanned the ground until he saw a Tibetan traditional robe lying on the gra.s.s several feet away . He ran over and picked up the robe from the ground, then threw the robe around Meiduo's shoulders .

Meiduo reached up and tried to wrap her arms around his neck .

Li Yundong pushed her hands away and stepped back . "Stop this, Meiduo… You shouldn't be doing this… I—"

"Why not!" Meiduo's eyes were filled with tears now . "Why won't you look at me like you did this morning?"

"What? This morning—" Li Yundong froze . This morning he had mistaken Meiduo for Su Chan and ended up hugging her . Oh G.o.d . He had made such a mess of things .

"Listen . About this morning, I can explain—"

"You looked at me with so much love, Brother Li . Why won't you look at me like that again?"

Li Yundong sighed and sat down on the rock . "Because my heart already belongs to another woman . "

"W- What?"

Li Yundong ran a hand through his hair . "I'm already in love with someone else . "

"But this morning… You…" Meiduo gasped . "Y- You thought… You thought I was her this morning…"

Li Yundong nodded . "I was having a dream about her . When I woke up, I mistook you for her . I… I'm sorry . "

Silence pa.s.sed between them . When Li Yundong couldn't stand the awkwardness anymore, he opened his mouth to speak .

"Meiduo—"

"Are you married?"

Li Yundong stared at Meiduo, stunned . Moments later, he regained his composure . "No . I'm not married . I have a girlfriend . "

Meiduo burst into tears and sobbed into her hands .

Li Yundong sighed and stood up from the rock . He walked over and slowly guided Meiduo to the rock .

"Sit," he said . "Let me tell you a story . "