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Chapter 88 The Duo Who Completed Their Training

The years in the human race's bag cannot compare to reality.

In that dreamlike space, time seemed to stand still. Matt and the unlucky Hawkeye were completely absorbed in it, unable to extricate themselves.

Desire filled their hearts. Huang Mei's Buddhist teachings were so simple and direct that, in this illusory space, their desires were amplified infinitely, becoming a nightmare they could not escape.

Matt and Hawkeye want to get rid of the entanglement of their inner desires, which are like weeds that are difficult to uproot once they take root.

Hawkeye is doing well. He doesn't have any goals he wants to achieve. He's satisfied with his current life and plans to retire in a few years to spend the rest of his life on the farm with his wife and children.

But Matt was different; his pursuit of justice and his desire to eradicate evil were like snakes coiling around his heart.

Matt was deeply engrossed in the conversation. A deep voice whispered in Matt's ear, telling him that only by completely satisfying his desires could he truly reach a state of desirelessness.

This absurd logic, however, was like a curse, making it impossible for Matt to resist.

As time went by, even Hawkeye felt a ripple in the depths of his heart.

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

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

Matt and Hawkeye are sinking deeper and deeper into this vortex of desire. They begin to compete with each other, vying for that elusive state of "transcendence".

Friendship and trust appear so fragile in the face of endless desires. They forgot the support and reliance they had for each other, leaving only the blind pursuit of their desires.

In this labyrinth woven by desire, Matt and Hawkeye drift further and further apart. They didn't have much of a relationship to begin with, and now all that's left is their cold gazes and silent contest.

Every moment inside the human race bag is like a microcosm of a long period of time, infinitely magnifying the most vulnerable and greedy aspects of human nature.

The justice that Matt pursues becomes blurred and distant under the distortion of desire.

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

He began to doubt whether such a state of being free from desires and wants truly existed, or whether it was just another lie Huang Mei used to manipulate them.

Hawkeye is now deeply confused. The peaceful life he longs for seems unattainable in the illusions created by the humanoid bag.

Those awakened, unfinished dreams, like the brightest stars in the night sky, both guided him forward and made him feel an unprecedented loneliness and fear.

He began to reflect on whether he was truly willing to give up everything just to pursue that elusive "transcendence."

When Matt and Hawkeye were both exhausted, a sudden light shone on their faces, and in a daze, they found themselves in a grand hall.

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

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

"Where...where is this?"

Matt spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and uncertain.

Matt and Hawkeye exchanged a glance, their eyes both flashing with doubt and shock.

They looked around. The grand hall was magnificent, the Buddha statues were solemn, and the air was filled with a faint sandalwood fragrance. Everything seemed so real, yet so different from the illusory humanoid bag space they had just been in.

"Junior brothers, haven't you been here before? How come you've forgotten so quickly?"

The monk answered gently, his eyes revealing a deeper meaning.

"I remember now, you are...you are the master who preached the profound thoughts of the Yellow-Eyebrow Buddha?"

Matt could no longer argue that Huang Mei's Buddhist teachings were fallacies and heresies; on the contrary, he now believed that they were true insights.

Hawkeye nodded in agreement. Inside the human bag, he also experienced the profound Buddhist teachings of the Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha. Perhaps this was the true wisdom of the world.

How could I have ever thought this was a cult?

"That's right, my two junior brothers."

The monk smiled and nodded, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.

"The Buddha Huangmei's teachings cannot be comprehended overnight; they require the calming of the mind and self-reflection."

Your experience in the bag of races was a test from Buddha, allowing you to waver between illusion and reality, ultimately leading you to find inner peace and direction.

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

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

"Of course, junior brother, what do you think is the best way to eliminate evil?"

The monk asked gently.

"Of course, it's about stopping killing with killing. If he doesn't understand the concept of doing good, then I will help him understand the profound mysteries of Buddhism."

"That's right, how can hatred be stopped if we don't kill?"

The monk was overjoyed and then turned his gaze to Eagle Eye.

"Junior brother, what have you realized this time?"

"I……"

Hawkeye pondered for a moment, his eyes flashing with complex emotions, before finally speaking slowly.

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

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

At this point, Hawkeye paused for a moment, then said uncertainly, "Are my desires too strong? Are I wanting too much? Am I being too greedy?"

The monk laughed heartily: "Brother, you've become attached to appearances. You must know that without indulging in desires, all other actions are devoid of meaning!"

Upon hearing this, Hawkeye nodded thoughtfully, his gaze gradually becoming firm and bright.

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

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

"Master, you always call us junior brothers, what does that mean?"

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

"Would you be willing to take the Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha as your master, and cultivate the Great Dao together?"

"We are willing!"

Matt and Hawkeye answered in unison.

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

"This is a blessed item from the Yellow-Eyebrow Buddha. May you hold this bead, always remember the teachings of Buddhism, never forget your original intention, and thus achieve your goal."

Matt and Hawkeye received the prayer beads with both hands, feeling the warmth and power flowing from them, and their hearts were filled with an unprecedented peace and confidence.

"How should we address our senior brother?"

Matt suddenly realized that after knowing him for so long, he still didn't know his senior's name.

"My Buddhist name is Bukong."

(End of this chapter)