From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 236 The lamp of goodness goes out, the wooden fish sounds.

After being out with his son for a while, Suer got hungry, since he had shared half of his food with the monk.

In this country, Dalit can only eat two meals a day. He had just returned from work and naturally could not rely on that meager half-eaten food to fill his stomach.

However, he does not regret what he did, because it was something he was willing to do.

It's like how, decades ago, a monk dropped a lump of food and saved his mother's life.

Sue felt that he had done the right thing; he had to pay for his mother's sins.

However, he was still a little worried, wondering if the monk could survive here.

What if the people around kill this monk?
This is a slum, the place where they have lived their whole lives, and a terrifying prison to outsiders!

Suer once witnessed a foreign female tourist who was playing here. She tripped and fell, and never got up again.

Even after the police arrived, they still couldn't find any trace of her; it was as if she had vanished.

The police had no choice but to arrest two random people to report back, and those two people died in prison, so they died too.

This is the slum, a place that devours countless people, a place that kills indiscriminately, a place where no one knows when or who will disappear!

Suer hoped the other person would survive; after all, they had eaten his food, so they should expect something good in return.

If he hadn't survived, wouldn't he have starved for nothing?
Without much thought, Su'er, hungry, continued walking with his son. He planned to go to the Ganges so that his son could have a good wash in the slightly cleaner water.

That way, when I go shopping tomorrow, I might get ripped off less and get beaten less.

However, today's slums are destined to be much noisier than in the past.

As the voices outside rose, Suer and his son curiously looked ahead and, following the gaze of the crowd, saw a policeman!
This is a portly policeman in a brown uniform, who is currently investigating a "case"—a missing person case.

"It must be you lowly commoners who hid that woman! Release her right now, or once I find the evidence, you will all go to jail!"

The policeman shouted, trying to obtain some evidence, but all he got in return were silent stares from the people around him.

This is Dalit, his eyes lifeless and dull, devoid of any light, and he doesn't speak up for himself, he just watches.

This scene only fueled the police's anger, making them even more arrogant. "You won't talk? Fine!"

He walked straight up to them, striking each person in the face with his baton, causing them to stagger. "Will you talk? Will you talk? Will you talk?"

In this situation, Suer was not spared either. He was knocked off balance by the fat policeman and, because he hadn't eaten enough, he fell to the ground, leaving his young son completely terrified.

"Wah!" The little boy's cries were nothing short of a death knell here, at least that's what the policeman thought, so he didn't hesitate much and immediately struck the boy on the head with a stick.

Then, the crying stopped, and only silence remained.

Suer struggled to get up from the ground and saw the child who had been knocked down by a stick. He was stunned!
"Son? Child! It's your father! Are you alright?"

He rushed to his child, trying to rouse him, but... the child was already lifeless. Only the blood flowing from his head told him that his son was dead!
Suer held the child, unsure of what to do.

He lost his father and mother in childhood and his wife in middle age, leaving only his son, who was only three months old when his wife died, whom he has raised with great difficulty until now.

Fortunately, the child is obedient. He stays in the shed during the day without saying a word, and he can take care of the child when he comes back at night, which gives us some hope for life.

He was even thinking of taking his child to the city the next day to buy some candy, so that his young child would have some hope for life, so that he could live on after he died! But... just like that, a completely unexpected disaster struck, and his son died!
The man named Suer couldn't even shed a tear. After all, the loss of his family had taught him that tears were meaningless except for making others bully him.

But he's clearly a kind person, so why does he still encounter such things? Why does he still come across such evil?
Vishnu, what should I do? He was at a loss.

Seeing that the child was no longer moving, the fat policeman knew that he had probably used too much force. So he simply stepped forward, picked up the man, took his hand, dipped it in the blood flowing from his son, and then pressed two handprints hard on the house next to him!
"Hmph! You lowly wretch! I knew it was you who committed the crime. Come on, let's go to the police station!"

After saying that, he picked up Suer and left, leaving Suer's child carelessly discarded on the ground, turning into a puddle of mud.
The people around watched and knew the disaster was over, so they all left.

And the children on the ground... oh, where did these children come from?

This is the Dalit slum, where there are no children, only free money.

Everyone dispersed, vanishing at the speed of light, leaving only a monk who, leaning on a wooden stick he picked up from the ground, limped over here.

He saw the blood on the ground and naturally knew what had just happened.

"Heh..." Zhenlu sighed softly, not feeling that anything was wrong. This was the country, this was the city, and these were the people here!
Sure enough, his judgment was correct; a few acts of good still could not conceal the greatest evil!
The people of this city are utterly wicked!
"Anyone who didn't know better would think I was a real Buddha!" ​​Zhenluo said, still leaning on his cane, as he continued towards his goal.

If he can't go anywhere else, then he'll go to the police station. The truth doesn't matter, and human lives don't matter, but he has to see the person, and that's very important!

In this city, in his humble and helpless state, those who showed him kindness were truly kind!
After all, based on his understanding of the city, the most likely scenario was that these people would see his weakness and try to sell him for a good price, rather than giving him food and hoping he would recover.

"Good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished. It's not that retribution won't come, it's just that the time hasn't come yet!" Zhenluo muttered these words, his palm open, and a wisp of soul was born and died within it.

This is that innocent little boy, that boy who should have been kind, but after witnessing kindness, he was ruthlessly crushed!

However, he was also lucky, because he encountered Zhenluo. The great monk took the boy's soul into his possession and then moved his body, slowly making his way towards the police station.

And his image was discovered during this long journey!

"Is there a monk over there?" Some community-assisted police officers spotted the bald man struggling to move through the crowd, his eyes gleaming with a peculiar light!
There was a high-caste bounty just now; if this monk was found, the reward would be 100,000 rupees! That's a huge sum of money for the police!
However, others, the actual police officers, had already put their hands on their waists because they had received a deeper notification that anyone who could kill the monk would receive a bounty of over 500 million rupees!

This bounty naturally came from high-caste people who had already left the country. They resented the monk for causing their departure, so they were extremely eager for the monk to die on the streets of Calcutta!

So, a bounty was issued. Even if the monk was a superhuman, it didn't matter. After all, only some low-caste police officers would die, and they didn't care at all!

Coincidentally, the police thought the same thing; they wanted to kill the monk.

Whether it's the monk in the bounty or not is not important to them at all. As long as he's not a monk from Xuanzang Temple, killing him won't cause any trouble, so why not just kill all the monks?
Therefore, while the auxiliary police officers eagerly grabbed their batons and rushed towards the unknown monk, the regular police officers behind them raised their hands, drew their guns, and fired at the monk in front of them in broad daylight!

"Bang!" The crisp gunshot rang out in the street, turning into a terrifying note for everyone. Many people of lower castes were stunned at that moment, staring blankly at the policeman with the gun.

They couldn't understand why guns were used when all they needed to kill them was sticks.

But many more people had already knelt down, hoping that the killing would not spread to them.

The Dalits were unaware of the need for resistance, because those who dared to resist had been exterminated hundreds of years ago. Through generations of genetic selection, these people had long since lost the power to resist.

Everyone stared indifferently at the spot where the gunshot had rang out, and at the monk who had fallen to the ground because of the gunshot!
He looked like he was about to die...

Just as everyone was thinking that, a clear, crisp sound of a wooden fish was suddenly heard in the street!

"Boom!"

(End of this chapter)