501 Shall We Go to Worship Buddha? (2/2)

He was surprised a lot to be aware that the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival was relevant to the legend of the Underworld.

The Headmaster continued, ”It was a festival of Taoism in the beginning, but somehow it turned to a Buddhist festival. Maybe the believers of Haotian were shamed about this. Anyway, as time goes by, most people have forgotten its source.”

Ning Que said, ”If the Underworld is really going to invade, how can they be sent back so easily. What's more, I believe that if the Underworld exists for real, the people living there won't enjoy eating the joss sticks and candles either.”

The Headmaster slapped his leg heavily and said, ”That's right. If good words are enough, why do we have to cultivate? Therefore, I kept thinking that perhaps the Buddhism and Taoism held the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival to stop the Underworld by using the Light of Buddha.”

Everyone liked to slap legs when getting excited, so did the Headmaster. At this time, he was so excited, but considering his greatest figure, it was not decent, so he slapped Ning Que's leg heavily instead of his own.

Feeling the hot pain from his legs, Ning Que changed his face. Just as he was going to cry out, he was stopped by his teacher's following sentences and forgot the pain at once.

”Suppress... the Underworld... Are you saying that the entrance to the Underworld just happens to be in the Lanke Temple?”

The Headmaster did not notice his expression at all and said, ”Flowers could be found in countless temples, not only in Lanke Temple... Besides, I had visited it years ago and found nothing. You can go to have a try, and perhaps you can find your answers.”

The Headmaster said this casually but Ning Que felt thrilled. As soon as he heard the words of ”suppress the Underworld”, he was uncomfortable from head to foot and got an itch on his skin, as if there was some black smoke coming out from his pores. He knew clearly that the Buddhism Sect was skeptical about him being the Son of Yama. If he went to the festival, he might be suppressed by Buddha Light and trapped under the mountain for 500 years.

The breeze blew softly between the cliffs and the Purple Wisteria was hanging under the rain gallery, dancing with it like bells without sounds. There were only some slaps when ripe fruit fell to the ground and cracked with pulp coming out. The unique rich and fresh fragrance of the Purple Wisteria pervaded everywhere.

Ning Que kept silent for a long time and suddenly asked, ”Teacher, what is the Son of Yama?”

The Headmaster looked at the night cloud in front of them and said, ”According to the records of the Sutra of Light in the Xuankong Temple and the 'Ming' Handscroll, Yama had 70,000 children. Every time the day and night alternated and the Underworld invaded, a Son of Yama would be sent to portend and guide the night.”

”To guide the night?” Ning Que repeated surprisedly.

The Headmaster said, ”The arrival of darkness certainly needs guidance, just like the light. I have been thinking for many years whether it is a guide or a projection.”

Ning Que lowered his head and did not say anything until late at night. The stars were dim and the night clouds above the cliffs were as black as ink. He could not help asking, ”Teacher, if I were the Son of Yama, would you kill me?”

The Headmaster looked at him and laughed. Then he said for granted, ”Of course I would.”

Ning Que looked up at him and his eyes were full of innocence and pity like a newborn kitten who was delicate because of the starvation and fear of the new world.

”Everyone has a unique life. Even though there are so many people in the world, mine is as unique as theirs. Teacher, you can't be muddle-headed.”

The Headmaster stared at him and seriously said, ”It will be heroic if you can exchange your life for the entire world. If the day comes, I hope you can kill yourself.”

Ning Que certainly did not agree with that, so he said indignantly, ”Eldest Brother is a benevolent man and Second Brother is a man of ideals and integrity. But I'm a selfish person and cannot be a Sage. Teacher you are so excessive by saying this.”

The Headmaster suddenly laughed happily.

Listening his laugh, Ning Que was helpless.

The Headmaster looked at him and said with approval, ”You're very good. Since you are a normal man, you could be yourself. Why do you have to be a saint? Your reasoning is thorough. In my opinion, if you can think right, in the future, you will not do bad things. I'm so gratified, Haha.”

The hearty, and even arrogant laugh sounded in the night and then disappeared. Ning Que was still extremely helpless and did not know what he should say to his teacher.

The Headmaster smiled. ”The Son of Yama needs to be defined, but it cannot be defined by human beings. It can be only defined by you. For men are only human beings because we believe who we are and only we can definite who we are, not Haotian or other existences.”

Ning Que smiled wryly, ”You sound reasonable... I'm not flattering, I mean it. However, you are the only one who is qualified to say this.”

The Headmaster said, ”I did not say this. Your Youngest Uncle did.”