Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

"Rinpoche, the Vajra Lama was once the personal disciple of Gelug Shabdrung Rinpoche, who had a profound friendship with you over eight lifetimes..."

"Revoke his martial skills, send someone to escort him back to the country, and hand him over to Gelug Shabdrung Rinpoche!" Eric made this decision after some thought.

"Understood, following the Buddha's will."

Great Vehicle Dharma King then stepped forward and pointed at the unresisting Vajra Lama, sealing his dantian so he could no longer store true qi.

With his inner energy gone, the Vajra Lama slumped, but his eyes were clear, devoid of any hatred.

Eric frowned as he looked at the corpses and bloodstains around, waving his hand to create a large "Purifying Light," turning all the bodies and blood into rising points of light.

In this sacred atmosphere, all the lamas, including the Vajra Lama, knelt, reciting the Amitabha Sutra to guide the deceased to the Western Pure Land.

After the matter was settled, the Vajra Lama prostrated himself before Eric. "Thank you, Rinpoche, for your great compassion, allowing the lost followers to return to the Western Paradise..."

Eric waved his hand, signaling for a lama to take him to rest. Then he said to the Great Vehicle Dharma King, "This matter is completely resolved. I will return to the country tomorrow."

"Ah..." Great Vehicle Dharma King was somewhat surprised. "So soon? Rinpoche, why not wait a few days and let me lead the disciples to accompany you back to the country!"

Eric glanced at him and asked, "Are you trying to abandon the foundation in Country A?"

Great Vehicle Dharma King was slightly stunned, clearly caught off guard. "For nearly twenty years, I have been longing to return to my homeland..."

"It's not easy for you to have achieved this in Country A. You're not planning to just leave, are you?"

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"In that case, Rinpoche, what do you suggest..."

Eric didn't beat around the bush. He said directly, "Those who wish to return can do so, but we must leave a responsible disciple here to guard our overseas foundation."

Great Vehicle Dharma King glanced at the young disciples who were showing joy on their faces and nodded. "Understood, following the Buddha's will."

Just as Eric was about to turn and leave, he suddenly saw Ren Qingang's hesitant expression and couldn't help but say, "Ren Qingang, if you have something to say, just say it."

"Rinpoche, the two major gangs controlled by the Shura Sect are now without leaders, which may cause some turmoil..."

"Do you have any suggestions?"

"We have a disciple among our followers named 'Jack.' He was the taxi driver who picked you up from the airport when you first arrived. He is skilled in martial arts and often deals with these kinds of matters. Perhaps..."

"Alright, let him take charge. You all should support him as much as possible..."

"Understood..."

That night, Eric, who was meditating, was suddenly awakened by a mysterious energy fluctuation. After sensing it carefully, he realized that this energy fluctuation had a calling nature.

Out of curiosity, Eric opened the door of his room.

The two guards outside the door were sitting cross-legged with closed eyes and bowed heads. They didn't get up to greet him when Eric came out.

Eric was slightly surprised. These four great guards were not sleepy people. They definitely wouldn't have missed the sound of the door opening.

However, Eric wasn't too worried because he could sense that there was nothing abnormal about the life signs of the four great guards. They were neither dead nor injured.

Eric had a sense of understanding. He felt that this should have been caused by the person or thing that wanted to summon him.

Walking through the seemingly deserted Sakya Monastery, Eric's spiritual power is scattered around.

Fortunately, none of the monks in the monastery had been harmed; they all appeared to be in a deep sleep, as if dead. Even the pre-heaven-level Great Vehicle Dharma King was the same.

Amazing... even someone as powerful as Eric was secretly amazed! To silently put over two hundred people, including pre-heaven experts, to sleep, who could do such a thing? Even Eric himself, he felt, would be unable to accomplish such a feat.

... Could it be a legendary immortal or demon?

As Eric remained vigilant, driven by curiosity, he advanced toward the direction where the summoning energy came from.

Walking out of the Sakya Monastery, located in the quiet outskirts of Los Angeles, he could see a slender figure standing on a small hill several miles away.

Eric used the "Hawkeye Technique," but unfortunately, the man had his back to the bright moon, so his face was not visible. Eric could only vaguely make out that it was a man.

Eric felt that the man putting everyone in the Sakya Monastery to sleep was a show of force against him. In order not to appear weak and to also demonstrate his strength to the other party, Eric used the "Wind Walk Technique."

In Celestia, any mage at the level of a wizard could fly. Wind mages could learn the "Wind Walk Technique" that allowed them to soar through the sky when they obtained the intermediate title. It could be said that, in Celestia, flying was not a particularly remarkable feat.

However, on Earth, it was different. Without the help of equipment, it was simply impossible for humans to fly! Even with extraordinary abilities and top-notch lightness skills, one could only glide for a short distance, and it was impossible to soar freely in the sky. Even the vampire race could only fly after transforming, and it was impossible to fly as a human.

Eric believed that when he flew over to the man, it would be a tremendous shock to him.

However, unexpectedly, the man didn't care about his way of appearing at all. Upon seeing him, he just lightly said, "Young friend, you've finally come!"

"You deliberately sought me out?" Eric didn't mind the man's address, asking as he looked him over.

The old man appeared to be Asian from his facial features, with white hair but a youthful face. His appearance was peculiar, and he was dressed in a long gown. In the moonlight and night breeze, he had a somewhat ethereal and immortal appearance.

"Yes."

Such an answer, full of "antiquity," made Eric involuntarily raise an eyebrow and ask, "What's the matter?"