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Chapter 88 The Duo Completed Their Training
The years in the race bag are nothing compared to reality.

There were no years or months in that dreamlike space. Matt and the unfortunate Hawkeye were immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves.

The desires in their hearts filled the hearts of the two people. Huang Mei's Buddhist teachings were so simple and direct that in this illusory space, the desires were infinitely magnified and became a nightmare that they could not escape.

Matt and Hawkeye want to get rid of the entanglement of desires in their hearts. Desires are like weeds, once they take root, they are difficult to uproot.

Hawkeye is fine, he doesn't have any goals to achieve. He is very satisfied with his current life. In a few years, he plans to retire and spend the rest of his life on the farm with his wife and children.

But Matt is different. His pursuit of justice and his desire to eradicate evil are like a snake entangled in his heart.

Matt was deeply involved in it, and a deep voice whispered in Matt's ear, telling him that only by completely satisfying his desires could he truly reach the state of having no desires.

This absurd logic was like a spell that Matt could not resist.

As time went by, even Hawkeye felt ripples in his heart.

He began to question whether he really wanted to spend the rest of his life in such a dull way, and whether he had any unfulfilled dreams and pursuits.

The race bag was like a mirror, reflecting the untouched corners of his heart and awakening those forgotten desires.

Matt and Hawkeye fell deeper and deeper into the vortex of desire. They began to compete with each other, competing for the illusory state of "transcendence".

Friendship and trust seem so fragile in the face of endless desire. They forget to support and rely on each other, and only blindly pursue their desires.

In this maze woven by desires, Matt and Hawkeye drifted further and further apart. They didn't have much friendship to begin with, and now all that was left was each other's cold looks and silent competition.

Every moment in the human bag is like a microcosm of the long years, infinitely magnifying the most fragile and greedy side of human nature.

The justice that Matt pursued became vague and distant under the distortion of desire.

Every attempt to break free from these invisible shackles would only make him sink deeper into them, unable to extricate himself.

He began to doubt whether such a state of being free from desire really existed, or whether this was just another lie that Huang Mei used to control them?

Hawkeye is now in deep confusion. The peaceful life he longs for has become out of reach in the illusion of the human bag.

Those unfinished dreams that were awakened were like the brightest stars in the night sky, guiding him forward while also making him feel unprecedented loneliness and fear.

He began to reflect on whether he was really willing to give up everything just to pursue the illusory "transcendence"?
When Matt and Hawkeye were exhausted, bright light suddenly shone on their faces, and in a trance, they found themselves in a hall.

"My two junior brothers, have you thoroughly comprehended the Buddha's teachings of Yellow Eyebrowed Buddha?"

The monk walked over with a smile on his face. Matt and Hawkeye were still in a daze at the moment, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"This...where is this?"

Matt spoke with difficulty, his voice somewhat hoarse and uncertain.

Matt and Hawkeye looked at each other, confusion and shock flashing in each other's eyes.

They looked around. The hall was magnificent, the Buddha statues were solemn, and the air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood. Everything seemed so real, yet so different from the illusory human bag space before.

"Two junior brothers, haven't you been here before? How come you forgot about it so quickly?"

The monk answered gently, with a look that revealed some depth.

"I remember now. You are the master who spreads the great thoughts of the Yellow-browed Buddha?"

Matt could no longer say that Huang Mei's Buddhism was heresy. Instead, he now believed that it was the true insight.

Hawkeye also nodded in agreement. In the human bag, he also realized the profound Buddhist teachings of the Yellow-browed Buddha. Perhaps this is the greatest wisdom of the world.

Why did I think this was a cult before?

"That's right, my two fellow disciples." The monk smiled and nodded, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.

“The Buddha Dharma of Yellow Eyebrow Buddha cannot be understood overnight; it requires spiritual concentration and self-reflection.

Your experience in the human bag is a test from the Buddha, allowing you to wander between illusion and reality, and ultimately find inner peace and direction. "

"Have we...have we really realized anything?"

Matt asked uncertainly, fearing that it was just a momentary illusion.

"Of course, Junior Brother, how do you think we can eliminate the evil now?"

the monk asked gently.

"Of course, it is to stop killing by killing. If he doesn't understand the concept of doing good, then I will make him understand the mystery of Buddhism."

"That's right. If we don't kill, how can hatred stop?"

The monk said with great joy, and then turned his gaze to Hawkeye.

"Junior brother, what have you realized?"

"I……"

Hawkeye pondered for a moment, complex emotions flashing in his eyes, and finally he spoke slowly.

"A peaceful life is just a rest stop in my life. I want more, and my desires cannot be satisfied in ordinary daily life.

I can also be a millionaire like Tony Stark, or, why can't I be the president of America?"

At this point, Hawkeye was silent for a moment, then said uncertainly: "Am I too eager? Am I too greedy?"

The monk laughed loudly: "Brother, you are obsessed with appearances. You must know that if you don't indulge in lust, all actions will be meaningless!"

Hearing this, Hawkeye nodded thoughtfully, his eyes gradually becoming firm and bright.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. I understand now."

Hawkeye bowed respectfully to the monk, his gratitude evident in words.

"Master, you keep calling us junior brothers. What does that mean?"

Matt had a guess in his mind, but he wasn't sure.

"Would you like to take Yellow-browed Buddha as your master, so that we can practice the Great Dao together?"

"We do!"

Matt and Hawkeye answered in unison.

The monk nodded with satisfaction, took out a pair of exquisite Buddhist beads from his sleeve and handed them to Matt and Hawkeye respectively.

"This is the blessing of Yellow Eyebrow Buddha. May you hold this bead in your hands and always remember the teachings of Buddhism. Only by keeping your original aspiration in mind can you achieve your goal."

Matt and Hawkeye took the Buddhist beads with both hands, feeling the warmth and strength flowing through them, and their hearts were filled with unprecedented peace and confidence.

"I wonder how we should address you, Senior Brother?"

Matt suddenly realized that after knowing each other for such a long time, he still didn't know his senior brother's name.

"My Buddhist name is Bukong."

(End of this chapter)