Killing Monks

Chapter 188 Guangyuan's Methods

With Guangyuan gone, the Heaven and Earth Society disbanded.

It's not that people have scattered, it's that their hearts have scattered. If hearts are scattered, they can't come together; if they can't come together, they can't fight; if they can't fight, they can't hold their territory; if they can't hold their territory, they have nothing left.

Guangyuan's true core method is only one thing: "the old man".

"Old man" is not a knife, not a gun, not silver, not power.

"Old man" is a person.

They are those who are willing to stand up and stand up for others.

One person stood up, two people stood up, three people stood up. As more and more people stood up, those who were afraid to stand up also followed suit.

Once you stand up, you won't kneel down again.

It's not that I don't want to kneel, it's that I can't kneel anymore.

My knees are stiff and I can't bend them. If I can't bend them, I can only stand.

Standing is higher than kneeling. Being higher allows you to see further. And in those further places, there are many more people still kneeling.

Once you see it, you'll want to pull it.

They were pulled up, and they stood up. More and more people stood up, and fewer and fewer people remained kneeling. When there were so few that no one could force you to kneel anymore.

In the past, the Heaven and Earth Society had "old men" who made it invincible.

It's not because they're good at fighting, it's because someone is willing to fight for them.

When you help others, others will help you. The more people you help, the more people will help you. When you can't even count them all, you'll have no more losses.

It's not that we can't lose, it's that we're afraid to lose.

If you lose, what will happen to those who helped you?

They entrusted their lives to you; if you lose yours, they lose theirs too. You can't afford to lose. If you can't afford to lose, you won't lose.

Later, the "old man" disappeared.

They didn't die, they just scattered. They scattered because the members of the Heaven and Earth Society changed.

They began vying for power and profit, dividing up territory, assigning ranks, and calculating merits. They ousted the "old men" and forgot those who had once helped them.

Once you forget, you'll never remember again. And even if you do remember, it's too late. The person is gone, the heart is cold, and even if you call them back, it won't be the same.

The Heaven and Earth Society became crippled. Not because they were missing arms or legs, but because they were missing their hearts. Without their hearts, they couldn't muster any strength.

Those who were once saved by the "old man" have gradually faded into obscurity.

It's not that they don't want to move, it's that they can't. Without someone to lead them, they're just a disorganized mess.

A gust of wind scatters it; a drizzle of rain turns it into mud; a scorching sun dries it. Once dry, it crumbles. It crumbles into powder, into dust, and with a gust of wind, nothing remains.

They thought that this was how their lives would be.

I admit it. I have no choice but to admit it. What can you do if I don't? You're alone, without a knife, a gun, money, or power—what can you do?

You can't do anything. If you can't do it, then don't do it. If you don't do it, then forget about it. If you forget about it, then you really have nothing left.

But they suffered twice.

This isn't the first time; it's the second.

The first time, Buddha bullied them; the second time, those who should have helped them bullied them.

The first hardship is fate; the second hardship is human nature.

The suffering inflicted by others is more painful than the suffering inflicted by fate. You can't blame anyone for the suffering inflicted by fate; but you can blame others for the suffering they inflict. And if you blame them, you'll want to get your revenge.

If you can't get it back, the suffering is even worse. When the suffering reaches its peak, you just hope someone will lend a hand. Who will come? Nobody will. No one will come.

You screamed until your throat was hoarse, but no one answered. You despaired. You stopped screaming. You stopped screaming not because the suffering had subsided, but because screaming was useless.

Then, the "old man" came back.

When they heard the word "old man" again, when they saw those people again who wore the same clothes, carried the same knives, walked in the same way, and spoke in the same voices, when they were pulled out of the darkness again, stood in the moonlight, and heard those three words again!

They unleashed tremendous power. Not the power of anger, not the power of hatred, but the power of cherishing.

Those who have experienced loss know best how to cherish.

Once you've lost it and then found it again, you'll never let go again.

If anyone tries to take it from you again, fight them to the death.

It's not because you're brave, it's because you're afraid.

Afraid of losing him again. Afraid of going back to those days without "the old man." You've had enough of those days. You never want to go through them again, not even if it kills you.

No one appreciates the "old man" more than they do.

No one understands the value of the "old man" better than they do.

Those who have never experienced loss don't know how important "Old Man" is. They think "Old Man" is dispensable, that it's okay to have him or not.

Those who have experienced loss know that without "Old Man," they are nothing.

With the "old man" as their guide, they become human beings.

Humans are not animals, not tools, not stones that others trample on and then complain about.

A person stands upright. A person who stands upright has a face, a name, and dignity. Dignity is not given by others; it is earned by oneself.

But you need to have the opportunity to earn it first.

Without the opportunity, you don't even have the right to earn it.

The "old man" gave us this opportunity.

It's not about earning it for you, it's about giving you the opportunity to earn it yourself.

What you earn yourself is truly yours. What others give you can be taken away at any time. What you earn yourself, no one can take away.

"Old man" is a sharp sword.

It's not made of iron, it's not made of steel, it's made of human flesh.

When people come together, they become a sword. Wherever the sword points, nothing can stand in its way.

It's not because they're good at fighting, it's because they don't want to kneel anymore.

You can't stop those who don't want to kneel anymore. You can stop one, but not ten; you can stop ten, but not a hundred; you can stop a hundred, but not a thousand, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand.

There are too many people, you can't stop them. It's not that your wall isn't high enough, it's that your heart isn't hard enough.

You are hard-hearted, but your subordinates are not. They are human too; they are afraid as well.

I'm afraid that when those who no longer want to kneel stand up, I'll be the first to trample them to death.

Even the newly acquired lands of the Northern Zhou Dynasty were included.

The people on those lands had no affection for the Tang Dynasty. They hated the Tang Dynasty, hated that the Tang people had attacked, killed their relatives, burned their houses, and occupied their land.

They hated. They hated to the bone. They hated so much they couldn't sleep. They hated so much they cursed in their dreams.

But the "old man" is gone.

They went, not to fight, but to rescue people.

Those who were bullied, whether they were from the Tang Dynasty or the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

If you've been bullied, then you've been bullied.

People who are bullied know no borders.

People who bully others know no borders.

There are good people everywhere, and there are bad people everywhere.

Good people help good people, and bad people bully good people.

This is the simplest truth in the world. You don't need to read many books or understand many profound principles; anyone can understand it.

Those who can't understand are not human.

Those from the Northern Zhou Dynasty didn't believe it at first.