From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 260 The Suffering of All Beings (Bonus Chapter 58 for Monthly Tickets)

At this time, in the Kachin State, the Kachin Independence Army's base, northeast of the base.

"What do you mean? Another reduction in transaction limits?" Dakan looked at his subordinates with displeasure. "Are those people in the east crazy? We've been growing leaves for a year, and they just change the price like that?"

"Boss, according to them, because of the previous crackdown in the park and the Kokang battle, many people in that area are now afraid to continue trading with us, for fear of being wiped out!"

His subordinate, sweating profusely, explained repeatedly, "As you know, the north... has always had a problem with us!"

"Damn it..." Dakan said, about to smash the thing in his hand, but then thought better of it and put it down. This thing was quite expensive, and if he smashed it, it would be hard to buy another one.

Their country has been under sanctions for so many years, and many things can only come in through smuggling. His place is in the innermost area, and the goods have to pass through the territories of several warlords to be transported in. Just thinking about it is troublesome.

Therefore, Dakan decided to find a different way to vent his anger. He grabbed his gun, went down to the park, randomly picked someone, and grabbed them!

"What are you doing here!" Dakan shouted. "You should be up in the building making money for me, why are you here!"

"General, I...I'm on the night shift..." the captured man stammered, desperately trying to secure any possible hope for himself.

"You dare to talk back?"

"Bang!" Dakan fired a shot into the man's leg, causing him to scream in pain, "Ah! It hurts..."

"If you dare to cry out in pain, you dare to fight back!"

"Bang!" Another shot hit the man in the chest. The man was completely unable to speak and could only howl in fear, gasping for breath.

"Phew, that feels much better!" Dakan tossed the man aside and said to his men, "Sell him, and tell his family to double the ransom!"

"Yes!"

The man didn't even have a chance to scream before he was dragged away by two soldiers, leaving a trail of blood.

No one spoke out, no one glanced at them, and no one paid any attention.

In this military-controlled zone, Dakan is the only king.

And from the indifferent looks of those around him, it was clear that everyone was used to his brutality and cruelty, as if it were a normal thing.

But soon, he stopped laughing.

"Boss, the general sent a reprimand, saying we've gotten into trouble again!"

The words of his subordinates caused Dakan's expression to change drastically. "Again? This greedy Enla is trying to get money from me again, isn't he? Can't he come up with a better excuse?"

Dakan cursed, "They all claim to be our kin, but they won't give us anything, all they do is ask us for money! I'll kill him sooner or later!"

Despite his cursing, he still took the documents from the other person's hand.

As the ruler of this region, he was ruthless but not stupid. The fact that the leader of the Kachin Independence Army sent him a special document could not be a trivial matter!
"A note from the Americans? Saying they'll be sending a Vatican delegation? Is today April Fool's Day?"

Even though Dakan had considered many things, he was still surprised by this. He stared at the documents in his hand, speechless.

Because in his hands was a blatant note from the US, a note from the military government, a government as transparent as a sieve, revealing information about them.

"I don't know. Maybe the Vatican wants to preach here?" His subordinates were also puzzled. Although they had believers and churches here, it shouldn't be enough to warrant the Vatican coming here now, right?

Dakan couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it. "Who cares! What about the people from the Vatican? Do we have to treat them well? We're lucky they didn't arrest them and demand ransom!"

"Boss, the Vatican has a great reputation internationally right now, so we'd better not cause trouble..." the adjutant advised.

"Reputation? You mean those pretentious charlatans? Pshaw!" Dakan scoffed. "It's not that I look down on them, but this is a Buddhist country. How many monks have we killed here? And how many temples are cooperating with us?"

"If there really is a god, they should punish me instead of watching us disrobe these monks so they can help us commit fraud in the park!"

Dakan looked at the park in front of him and said disdainfully.

In this country, most monks or solitary monks are literate, some even highly educated. So he gathered them together, took them to his own park, and used them to commit fraud!
This is one of the biggest sources of income for his army; the existence of drugs and fraud networks is what allows these people to maintain their extravagant lifestyles.

Just then, the adjutant brought another message, "Boss, something bad has happened! The brothers in the southern defense zone say a monk has broken in!"

"Monks? They've broken in? Huh?" Dakan felt that he hadn't been as surprised as he had in the past ten years! What had happened? Had he stirred up trouble with religious groups?
……

Rewind to an hour earlier, when George and his men were traveling from Yangon toward Kachin State, Min Aung, who was walking on foot, also arrived at the administrative center of this region.

Of course, although it was called a government office, it was actually just a military camp.

The recent tug-of-war between the government forces and the Kachin army has left the area almost entirely engulfed in flames. The fighting and the presence of both sides' armies have resulted in the complete disappearance of any remaining houses.

It was here that Min Ang rescued a little girl.

She was very young, probably only five or six years old. In the war-torn land, she walked through the craters left by artillery shells, carrying a flower wreath she had made herself, and went to buy it from the monks of the nearby temple.

This is a very normal thing in Myanmar. Many young girls can do this and sell a dozen bunches a day, earning a few thousand or ten thousand kyats to barely make ends meet.

（23年缅币兑换价格为1:3400，24年是1:7000，这个1是美元）
But this was a war zone, and the monks didn't have much money. The gold leaf on those temples had even been washed off by the warlords and replaced with artillery shells and guns.

So she could only futilely hawk her wares to the monks, eventually exchanging a bouquet of flowers for a ball of rice the size of half her fist.

And this was already an act of compassion from the monks of that temple.

The little girl ate her rice with gusto, completely unaware of the monk who had come to her side.

She also didn't notice the gun barrel pointing at her from afar!
Those were two Kachin soldiers, aiming at her and chatting:
"They're not Kachin, they look like Burmese!"

"Then kill her! We can't let her grow up!"

Upon hearing this, Min Ang quickly walked to her side and used his body to block the muzzles of the two men's guns.

"Little girl, why are you here all alone?" Min Ang asked curiously, looking at the girl who was covered in dirt and whose eyes were blackened by the surrounding smog.

The little girl looked up at him, her eyes still showing a wariness beyond her years: "Mommy said we can live here..."

"And what about your mother?"

“They died. Someone came to our house and killed my mom and dad. I hid in the cellar and survived…” the little girl said softly. “My mom said that if there’s nothing to eat, come to the temple. As long as you don’t starve to death, it’s okay!”

There was no strength or despair in her eyes, only the desire to "live".

It was this very desire that made Min Ang feel sorrowful.

This country shouldn't be like this! How could it be like this?

And this girl was one of the better off among the crowd; most of the others lay around the battlefield, waiting for their bodies to rot.

"It's good to be alive...it's good to be alive! Only by being alive can there be a possibility of spiritual cultivation! Amitabha!"

Min Ang stroked the little girl's forehead, bestowing upon her a blessing: "You will live a life free from illness and disaster, you will become the only hope of your family, your sins will be cleansed, and your good fortune is about to arrive!"

"Bang!" The gunshot rang out again, making the little girl tremble, but nothing happened.

She hurriedly swallowed the last grain of rice in her mouth, then rushed toward the edge of the temple.

Even a six-year-old living in a war zone possesses the wisdom to survive!
"How could it have missed?" The two soldiers frowned, wanting to go forward and take a look!
"It's all that monk's fault! Why did he have to block me? Kill him too!" A brutal voice came from their mouths!

"Where did that monk go?" They looked around curiously, but couldn't see the troublemaking monk anywhere.

"Sin is like morning dew temporarily covering a leaf."

When the sun of wisdom rises, dew forms clouds.

The clouds and rain eventually return to the vast ocean.
"How could my heart, pure as a lotus, ever be tainted?"

Min Ang recited this special Buddhist verse, which was originally a verse of self-repentance, but at this moment, it appeared before them as he wished, becoming a record of repentance on their behalf.

His hand rested on their shoulders as well. "Amitabha, are you two looking for this humble monk?"

P.S.: Finished writing for today! Time to rest!
(End of this chapter)