"Master, here are all the lotus roots from the kitchen!" Ah Fu announced, handing over a basket of freshly washed white lotus roots.
Squire Li took the basket and handed it to Ethan Shu.
"Saint Monk, are these enough?"
Ethan Shu examined the lotus roots, nodding. "They will suffice." He arranged several segments of the lotus root together, then infused them with golden Buddha energy, aligning them to form a rudimentary figure with a vaguely human shape.
"What… what is that?" Squire Li and Ah Fu watched, dumbfounded.
"Bring me a stool," Ethan Shu instructed.
When the stool was brought, Ethan Shu approached the frenzied Li Moxuan, who was still snarling and thrashing, his mouth foaming like a rabid beast. Holding the lotus-root figure in one hand, Ethan Shu removed his Vajra Bodhi beads from his neck and placed them around Li Moxuan's.
"All beings have worries, and worry brings suffering. Worry neither arises nor perishes; it is neither pure nor defiled, neither increased nor diminished. What has form arises from the formless; the impossible becomes possible, and phenomena arise from the mind."
With one hand raised in a prayer gesture, Ethan Shu began chanting in ancient, complex Sanskrit. The chant was a calming mantra. As he recited it, Li Moxuan's violent thrashing ceased, and his bloodshot eyes briefly regained clarity.
"Master, look! Young Master is recovering!" Ah Fu cried in excitement.
Squire Li's face lit up with joy. "Saint Monk, your abilities are truly boundless!"
Ethan Shu replied calmly, "I haven't even begun. Patience."
He plucked several strands of hair from Li Moxuan's head and asked, "Squire Li, I need your son's birth date and time."
After Squire Li provided the information, Ethan Shu wrapped the hair around the lotus figure, tracing Li Moxuan's birth date and name onto the lotus root's surface with his fingertip, which glowed with a faint golden light.
Once the figure was complete, he placed it on the stool, positioning it to face Li Moxuan.
Li Moxuan stared blankly at the lotus figure, as though it were staring back at him. Taking advantage of his distraction, Ethan Shu carefully plucked several more strands of his hair and used them to connect Li Moxuan's wrists to the figure's "wrists," repeating this process for each limb. Whenever the hair was too short, he added more strands, ensuring that each limb was linked to the figure.
"Saint Monk," Ah Fu asked curiously, "what would you do if there were no hair or if it was too short?"
Squire Li scolded, "Silence, Ah Fu!"
Ethan Shu paused and answered, "In the absence of hair, we would soak cotton thread in his blood to create the connection."
Turning to Squire Li, he added, "Squire Li, I'll need one of your hairs."
Without hesitation, Squire Li replied, "Saint Monk, you can have as many as you need!"
"Just look over there for a moment," Ethan Shu said, pointing out the window.
As Squire Li turned, he felt a sharp tug on his scalp. Ethan Shu had quickly plucked several hairs from him.
"These should be enough," Ethan Shu said, wrapping Squire Li's hair around the lotus figure's head. He then coated the strands in sesame oil and lit an oil lamp, its small flame flickering softly.
Squire Li, Ah Fu, and the others held their breath, watching intently as Ethan Shu moved around Li Moxuan, chanting softly. His powerful Buddha energy flowed freely, with each step strengthening the ritual.
"Om, Bhamarahanī, svāhā!"
"Om, Bhamarahanī, svāhā!"
"Om, Bhamarahanī, svāhā!"
As he recited the karmic-cleansing mantra, golden [卍] symbols, both large and small, floated from his lips like tadpoles, affixing themselves to Li Moxuan. The room filled with an echoing chant, as though thousands of monks were reciting sacred texts within a vast temple.
Squire Li and Ah Fu stepped back in awe, watching as the golden symbols multiplied, filling the room and even casting golden light through the windows, illuminating the courtyard outside.
Squire Li's wife, who had been cursing in the courtyard, was stunned by the divine spectacle. None of them had ever witnessed such a grand and sacred Buddhist ritual.
"Om, Bhamarahanī, svāhā!"
"Om, Bhamarahanī, svāhā!"
Suddenly, the golden [卍] symbols gathered and coalesced, forming the towering, radiant figure of Kitigarbha Bodhisattva, illuminating the darkness around Squire Li's estate like the midday sun, purging all evil and negativity from the surroundings.
Residents of Qingyu Town were drawn to the sight, watching in awe as the Bodhisattva's image cast its divine light. Many knelt, chanting "Amitabha" or proclaiming that they had witnessed a miracle.
The Karmic-Cleansing Mantra, recorded in the Dhāraī Collection Sūtra, channels Kitigarbha Bodhisattva's powerful energy to dispel, crush, and dissolve all sins and karmic burdens. Under Ethan Shu's chanting, the deeply rooted karmic tumor within Li Moxuan began to surface.
"Master, look!" Ah Fu exclaimed, pointing at Li Moxuan.
Squire Li stared in amazement. Under the powerful Buddha aura, Li Moxuan's limbs trembled violently as strange red lines emerged from his skin, crawling along the hairs to the lotus figure. The once-white lotus root turned blood red, its core filled with sinister red energy.
"Karma may be sent by Heaven, but this monk shall act as Heaven's agent!" Ethan Shu declared.
"Come forth, karmic tumor!"
Ethan Shu's eyes flashed as he pressed his Buddha-imprinted fingers to Li Moxuan's forehead, exuding divine wrath and unleashing his Buddha power in full.
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