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No Bodhi Tree Grows in Hell

No Bodhi Tree Grows in Hell

Faughnan, Gerard

Paperback

Mystery & ThrillerGeneral Fiction

ISBN13: 9798182773485
Publisher: Gerard Faughnan
Published: Sep 12 2026
Pages: 160
Weight: 0.44
Height: 0.40 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English

In the shadow of the basalt cliffs of Avīci lies the Citadel of Twelve Tombs, an iron sanctuary where the natural mercy of forgetfulness has long ceased to exist. Here, every newborn infant draws its first breath not with an innocent cry, but with the deafening, frantic screams of adult consciousness-cursed to awaken into the searing, instantaneous recall of every agonizing death it has ever suffered.Presiding over this calcified city is Regent Zhao Jing. Bound to the throne across four centuries of carnage, Zhao Jing lives under the relentless siege of his own fractured memory: phantom asphyxiations, phantom burns, and shattered bones inherited from twelve consecutive executions. In his subterranean necropolis, he keeps the mummified remains of his twelve prior corpses preserved like grim monuments to his endurance, clinging to tyrannical rule through cold paranoia and forensic vigilance.Then, out of an unseasonal cinnabar blizzard walks Jampa: a barefoot wanderer in saffron rags, his eye sockets cauterized with black resin, carrying an ancient bronze bell suspended by cords of braided human hair. With a single strike from an animal-bone mallet, Jampa unleashes a dull, unnatural resonance that vibrates through marrow rather than air. Instantly, the shrieking in the birthing wards ceases. For the first time in four hundred years, the Citadel is gripped by absolute silence.Jampa promises ultimate liberation-an unbinding of the valley's causal knot during an imminent solar eclipse. But in a fortress built on karmic debt, cheap salvation tastes of treason. When a forensic autopsy on a slain hungry ghost uncovers a birthmark identical to that of Zhao Jing's living guard captain, a grotesque metaphysical reality is laid bare: the Pretas pacing the trenches are not ancient dead souls, but discarded future incarnations, ripped backward through time by the unforgivable sins of the living.Determined to expose the deception, Zhao Jing subjects the miracle to ruthless scrutiny. Metallurgical analysis proves the bell was cast from the valley's own ruined shrines; linguistic decipherment reveals an archaic Asura liturgy engineered to collapse the material realm into the entropic void of Mara. When the eyeless monk vanishes from an unbroken iron cell without leaving a single trace in the ash, Zhao Jing faces the most terrifying truth of all: Jampa has no biological existence. He is a Tulpa-a living psychic manifestation conjured into physical form by Zhao Jing's own buried, four-century-old crime.As the eclipsed sun bleeds violet-black and the Six Realms tear into one another, Zhao Jing stands at the Thousand-Buddha Grotto caught in the trap of duality. Striking the phantom down will only reboot the blood-soaked wheel of rebirth; allowing the bell to chime will drown all souls in primordial oblivion. To shatter the wheel, the tyrant who hoards his own corpses must surrender his blade, dismantle the illusion of self, and absorb the very suffering he spent lifetimes fleeing.A tour de force of Buddhist metaphysics, forensic noir, and psychological cosmic horror, No Bodhi Tree Grows in Hell is an unforgettable exploration of guilt, non-duality, and the compassionate peace of oblivion.

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