The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 470 - 469

Chapter 470: 469

A crowd had already gathered; the sunshine was bright, making this a place many Nepalese liked to visit, as well as a favored spot for even more foreign tourists. Here, one could often see people of different skin colors, different ages, and different nationalities sightseeing. Looking further ahead, among the dense temples, there stood a pagoda with a conical spire; that was Pashupatinath.

"How do we get in, buy tickets?"

Jenny shook her head, "Outsiders are not allowed inside, not even if you buy tickets."

Ye Tian curled his lips, "They really don’t know how to do business."

"Come, follow me."

Jenny grabbed Ye Tian’s hand and quickly descended the stairs of the corridor.

Ye Tian had thought that Jenny would find someone who sells tickets to sneak them in the back door, but instead, she led him to a small alleyway behind the temple, claiming she had to find her mentor here.

The girl even had a mentor.

Ye Tian held back his laughter and did not make a sound. Let her be, she was Jane Eyre after all.

The two of them walked through the crowded masses like two fish swimming through the sea of people, except it was the woman holding the man’s hand, which felt somewhat ambiguous yet tinged with childlike innocence.

Along the way, there were devotees with expressions of piety on their pilgrimage, tourists with vacant expressions who only gazed restlessly at the surrounding stupas, and even more so, those wielding cameras and striking victory poses. Excitement and thrill were evident on their faces, with not the slightest hint of awareness or fear of this place.

"What’s that?"

Ye Tian pointed to a man lying naked on the ground not far away and asked.

This person’s hair was dirtily tangled together, mixed with dry leaves, bits of soil, and a few insects scuttling through. They were smeared with mud and filth, utterly squalid.

Jenny hurriedly slapped down the hand he had raised, pressing it back down, and said, "Don’t point around here, those are ascetics here, the most devout in their hearts. They endure the harshest realities in this life to atone for sins, and then to earn more forgiveness for their next life."

Ascetics? Ye Tian had a vague impression; they should be similar to those people in Tibet who journey to the Holy City for pilgrimage, but their conditions seemed much better than these so-called ascetics lying naked on the ground, basking in the sun.

"Devout? Is stripping naked a sign of devotion?"

Jenny continued to patiently explain, "This way they can increase the suffering they endure. To redeem their future lives to the fullest."

Ye Tian did not continue the debate. He just wondered, if those people were thrown into the regions of Tibet where summer temperatures barely reach five or six degrees Celsius, would they still play at being devout, naked as they were? But seeing Jenny’s stubborn determination to explain, he swallowed the words he wanted to say.

After passing through two alleyways and taking several turns, they arrived in front of a small house.

The situation was quite odd; although Durbar Square wasn’t exactly worth its weight in gold, it was still the holiest place in the hearts of pilgrims. How could it be possible to allow private residences to be established here? It was sacrilegious, an act of defiance!

"Your master lives here?"

Jenny nodded.

"So your master is quite impressive, living together with all the Gods and Buddhas."

As if she’d discovered something astonishing, Jenny’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Ye Tian, "I like that line you just said."

"Which one?"

"All the Gods and Buddhas."

Ye Tian smiled, flicking his chin towards the door, signaling her to knock. He actually became quite interested in the master living here. All the Gods and Buddhas, indeed. It wouldn’t be surprising if this turned out to be some sort of trickery. If Gui Xiao could rise to fame here, perhaps some fortune-telling street vendor from Huaxia could also establish themselves, maybe even claiming to be a reincarnation of Shiva.

Two portraits were stuck on the door; to Ye Tian, they seemed similar to the Door Gods that Huaxia families would paste on their front doors. But while those were uniformly printed by machines back home, the images here were hand-drawn, incorporating not just black but red, blue, and yellow – a total of four colors portrayed with a light but forceful brushwork. Facing them, Ye Tian felt an overwhelming sense of rejection, as though giant hands were pushing him away. With this force came a piercing chill. The cracks in the door brought drafts of cold air, but the door was sturdy, and there was no wind at that moment – whence came this icy breeze?

Looking at the two paintings of wrathful deities wielding cylindrical weapons on the door, Ye Tian remembered the deity from a story Gui Xiao had told him some days back. Gui Xiao was caught by an old monk from a temple while thieving, and this monk was a follower of this particular wrathful deity, with immense strength. Gui Xiao was so lightly pinched by him that his right hand took almost half a year to heal.

Quite interesting.

While contemplating the paintings, the Nine Emperor Bell embedded in his right wrist started to react again, warmth coursing through his body, instantly dispelling the chill that had assaulted him as if a mouse scattering in panic at the sight of a cat.

"All beings inherently possess sin, only through suffering can one receive the Almighty’s forgiveness. Miss Jenny, is that you?"

An old woman’s voice came from inside, reminiscent of an owl in the night with its neck being squeezed, hoarse and aged – one might worry she’d conk out and die without catching her next breath.

The door hinges creaked and groaned, clearly, these doors were not often opened.

Indeed, an old woman appeared – hunched back, white hair, and of Asian ethnicity. In her hand, she held a white stick, the material of which was indistinguishable; it wasn’t quite a walking cane, lacking a proper handle, nor did it resemble any known weapon. The one thing Ye Tian was sure of was that the stick emanated the same chilling aura as the two painted images on the door – however, its aura seemed well-contained.

The reason was none other than the old woman herself.

"Master, are you keeping well? I’ve missed you so much."

The old woman appeared frail but spirited, at least managing a smile as she looked at Jenny, "You little girl, getting better at sweet-talk."

Heh, flattery gets you everywhere, truly a universal truth!

"Who are you?"

The old woman’s eye met Ye Tian, and the smile on her face tightened immediately, replaced by a glare as piercing as that of the painted wrathful deities on the door – surely, she must have painted them. Ye Tian was already irked by the previous chill, and now being stared at like some reprehensible creature only intensified his annoyance.