The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 379: The Origin of the Two-Sided Man, Buddha and Demon as One

The one who crawled out...was only my brother?
Zhang Jiuyang was stunned for a moment, and then a chill suddenly rose in his heart.

Thinking hard.

From childhood to adulthood, the brother has always carried his sister on his back. The two were born conjoined and depended on each other for survival. They have never been separated. Could it be that...

A guess emerged in Zhang Jiuyang's mind, making him take a deep breath.

"You guessed it right."

Mr. Meng sighed softly, with complicated emotions in his voice, and the tea in his hand spilled out without him realizing it.

It took him a long time to calm down and continue telling the story.

……

In the cave, the two men were starving at the bottom of the pit, and it was snowing heavily, so they were shivering with cold.

My brother kept trying to climb up, but he was always a little short. Every time he was about to reach the cave entrance, he fell down. There was even one time when he fainted from the fall.

After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by a sharp pain.

When he opened his eyes, he saw blood all over the floor. When he stood up, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

My body...is much lighter than before, and it feels like there’s nothing on my back.

When he turned around, he saw a scene that broke his heart.

My sister was lying on the ground, holding a blade covered in blood that she had hidden at some point.

Her short body fell in a pool of blood, with only her upper body and chest covered in blood, as if it had been cut off alive.

In order to stop burdening her brother, the younger sister decided to take action herself and sever the innate connection between the two.

This way my brother can climb up.

She lay alone in a pool of blood, her beautiful face distorted by pain, but she still smiled at her brother.

After so many years, the brother and sister finally met face to face for the first time.

"Brother, you are finally a... normal person..."

The brother was completely panicked. He picked up his sister and tried to put her back on himself, but the flesh and blood that were once closely connected were now severed at the roots. It was all in vain.

On her deathbed, the kind and strong sister left her last words.

"Brother, even though the dean wants my life, he is the only person other than you who has been kind to me... If he only wants my life... that would be great..."

From beginning to end, the kind-hearted sister never blamed the old dean. If the other party had not wanted her brother's life, she would probably have offered her own life.

The word love is stronger than arsenic.

In the cave, the brother let out a desperate and angry roar, and his blood dyed the originally white snowflakes red, like blooming poppies.

That night, my brother climbed out of the cave alone.

He vowed to avenge his sister and kill the hypocritical old director, but when he arrived at the Great Love Charity Bureau on a snowy night, he saw an unexpected scene.

The Da'ai Charity Bureau was sold to a wealthy businessman by the government because it had no profit. The businessman drove out the old director and the remaining children. They lay outside the door to sleep and froze to death in the snowy night.

What’s funny is that right above their heads, there is a door plaque that has not been removed, and the words “Great Love” can be vaguely seen on it.

The old dean was completely dead. His whole body was frozen, and even his beard and white hair were covered with ice crystals. Before he died, he stretched out his hand, as if he was touching something.

My brother is very familiar with this action.

In the past, the old dean was often bedridden. Every time he woke up, he would reach out and touch the brother and sister’s heads. The sister would always hold the old dean’s hand and call him grandpa.

The time when the three of them took care of each other was filled with warmth and joy.

Perhaps at the last moment of his life, the old dean regretted his choice. He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the brother and sister who took care of him like their own family, but this time, he could only freeze to death in the cold and snowy night.

My brother walked over slowly and held the old dean's stiff hand, just like those happy scenes in his memory.

then……

With a snap, my brother broke off the old dean's arm and crushed it to pieces on the ground.

There was a flame of hatred burning in his eyes. Even if he died, he would not have an intact body!

Arms, legs, feet, head...

My brother destroyed the old dean's frozen body crazily, hitting it with his fists, stepping on it, and even biting it with his teeth, until the ground was left with debris and flesh turned into mud.

Afterwards, my brother relied on his agile posture and strong physique to hunt down the villagers and constables in the government.

If these people had not failed to distinguish right from wrong and had not aided and abetted the evil, he and his sister would not have been locked up in the cave.

Without his sister's kindness to restrain him, the brother was like a beast out of a cage, becoming more and more murderous and violent.

He killed one after another, and in the end, he couldn't even remember how many there were.

At first, he killed those who had helped the tyrant to commit atrocities. Later, he killed anyone who was alive, regardless of gender, age or status.

Some people sympathized with him and wanted to give him some food and persuade him to leave quickly, but he still killed them mercilessly.

Because anyone who talks about compassion and love is an evil person in his eyes and deserves to die.

Then the people from the Imperial Observatory came. In my brother's eyes, these people were also a group of hypocrites who talked about love and justice, but they were much more powerful than the villagers and the constables.

He was cornered and seriously injured.

Finally, he returned to the cave and used tools to carry out his sister's body. Because some antiseptic herbs had been used on the body, his sister looked like she was asleep.

He never buried his sister because he was unwilling to believe that his sister was dead.

That night, the brother brought his sister to a doctor's house and forced the doctor to sew his sister to his body with needle and thread.

They are connected at birth and cannot be separated at death.

When Zhang Jiuyang heard this, his heart was moved.

In the files provided by Yue Ling, a strange thing was mentioned many times: the believers of the Two-Faced Buddha would often be sewn together when they died, with their flesh and blood sewn together with needle and thread.

It seems that the root of the problem lies here.

I'm afraid that in the eyes of the two-faced Buddha, only conjoined twins are truly noble, while ordinary people are deformed and distorted.

"The younger sister was back on his back, and the two were connected again. He was already seriously injured and in critical condition. In a daze, he carried his 'sleeping' sister on his back and walked aimlessly, just like he had walked in the mountains, in the garbage dump, and in the mud by the river before."

"Finally, he found himself back in the Great Love Charity Bureau. The officials and wealthy businessmen who bought and sold the Charity Bureau were investigated and dealt with by the Imperial Observatory. Everything here was the same as before, nothing had changed."

"My brother finally leaned against the wall, waiting for death in the snow."

"But perhaps it was not his destiny. He met a ghost mother passing by. The ghost mother had killed countless people, but she showed kindness to them and used her magic power to help him heal his wounds."

"He asked the ghost mother to save his sister, but she ignored him and left."

"After that..."

Mr. Meng suddenly changed his previous narrative style and spoke very briefly.

"Then the brother met a man who called himself Buddha. He followed him to practice Tantric magic and took his sister's body into his own body, hoping to resurrect her one day."

"But dead is dead. Under the magic of Tantra, my sister's bones turned into a very powerful magic knife, but he never uses it easily because he knows that my sister doesn't like to kill people."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded. Yue Ling had also mentioned this magic knife before, saying that it was very powerful. Once injured by the blade, the wound would be like being cursed. Even with her Ming Wang power, it took a long time to remove the curse.

More importantly, according to Ali, the curse power on the magic knife is the same as the red-haired curse in the underworld.

This means that the 'Buddha' that my brother follows is probably inextricably linked to the underworld.

Mr. Meng's voice continued to ring out.

"From then on, whenever the sun shone on him, there would be two shadows."

"He believed that his sister was still alive, living through his body, so he gave himself a name, called... Two-Faced Buddha."

The younger sister is as compassionate as Buddha, while the older brother is a murderous demon.

Twins in one body, yet completely different.

These two completely different lives, because of chance and fate, have become deeply integrated into one, and even life and death cannot separate them.

“This is the story of the two-faced Buddha.”

Mr. Meng finally finished telling all the stories. He picked up the tea and took a sip. It was already cold.

Zhang Jiuyang was silent for a long time. After learning about the past of the Two-Faced Buddha, he felt very sad and emotional.

In this story, who is the real two-faced Buddha?

Being conjoined twins is an inherent disaster, and the human heart is a two-faced Buddha.

The children who bullied them in the Salesian Bureau, the hypocritical old director, the corrupt officials, the villagers who couldn't tell right from wrong...

These evils in human nature eventually created a true two-faced Buddha.

It's a pity. If that kind sister was still alive, Two-Faced Buddha might even become his teammate fighting alongside him...

Of course, sympathy was sympathy, but Zhang Jiuyang's murderous intent did not diminish in the slightest. He wished he could kill the two-faced Buddha who had committed so many evil deeds and had countless lives on his hands immediately.

If the Two-Faced Buddha was only seeking revenge at the beginning, then what he has done over the years is undoubtedly pure evil.

Not to mention anything else, just the number of boys and girls who died at his hands as a result of practicing Ling Ge and Ling Jie's methods has reached tens of thousands.

Because of his tragic experience in the Salesian Bureau during his childhood, he must have been very disgusted with children, so he killed them without mercy.

As for the Imperial Observatory, Zhang Jiuyang finally understood why, at the Yellow Spring Banquet, every time the Two-Faced Buddha mentioned these three words, he would be very disgusted and say that he had been fighting with the Imperial Observatory for a long time and they were old rivals.

Because it was the people from the Imperial Observatory who stopped his killing and almost beat him to death.

"I sympathize with the plight of the two-faced Buddha, but I still want to kill him."

Zhang Jiuyang looked directly into Mr. Meng's eyes and said frankly, "Mr. Meng, I know you are a kind person. Just like the sister in the story, you probably don't want to watch your brother continue to make mistakes."

Mr. Meng paused for a long time, then sighed and said, "Zhang Jiuyang, you made a mistake."

"what's up?"

Mr. Meng pointed at himself and said calmly: "I am not the younger sister. In the story..."

"I'm the older brother."

(End of this chapter)