Killing Monks

Ren Shan was completely immersed in his memories.

Perhaps, older people simply enjoy reminiscing about the past.

"But one year..." He paused, his eyes filled with memories, as if that scene were right before his eyes, "After that old bastard killed a lot of people, he suddenly cried."

"Did you cry?" Guangyuan couldn't help but ask.

Even a ruthless cult leader who kills without hesitation can cry?

"Yes." Ren Shan nodded, his tone carrying a complex emotion he couldn't quite explain, "and burst into tears."

He imitated the man, covering his face with his hands and shaking his shoulders.

"He said he was wrong! He said he was wrong! He said he shouldn't have wasted so much time doing so many meaningless things!"

Ren Shan put down his hand and stared straight at the wine pot on the table.

He said he was sorry! Sorry to himself! He had wasted too much time on meaningless things!

"Now that he's old, he can't do anything anymore."

"He deeply regrets it!"

Guangyuan fell silent.

How can a person let themselves down?

What kind of person would feel old and unable to do anything?

What is he planning to do?

"After that day, the old bastard started going crazy." Ren Shan's tone was tinged with fear. "He spent all his time drinking, and when his woman tried to persuade him, he killed her."

"Killing one wasn't enough; kill all his women."

He mimicked the man's tone, his voice carrying a chilling madness:

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault, you slutty, shameless women! You made me addicted to women!"

Ren Shan continued speaking, his voice growing colder and colder.

"The two protectors of the sect went to persuade him, but he killed them as well."

He mimicked the man's tone again, this time with even greater sarcasm and madness:

"You bunch of idiots! I believed your flattery back then!"

"The entire Mitian Sect was in a state of panic, and many people began to defect."

Ren Shan picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"So, one night, he got very drunk..."

He slammed his wine glass heavily on the table.

"Those still alive in the cult, let's go and kill him together."

Guangyuan looked at Ren Shan's slightly drunken eyes and asked, "You killed him?"

"Kill him?"

Ren Shan chuckled, a smile tinged with self-mockery and desolation.

"That old bastard's martial arts are too strong. Terrifyingly strong. Even when he's drunk, a dozen of us together couldn't beat him."

He looked at me and the people around me, drunk, and said, "Forgive me, you want this cesspool!"

"Then you can have them!"

"Having said that, he left the Mitian Sect and disappeared without a trace."

"We lied and said he was dead, and I became the new leader."

"But," Guangyuan began, "it seems that you left the Mitian Sect several decades ago."

It's impossible for the leader of the Mitian Sect to have been fishing by the river for decades.

"right."

He poured himself a glass of wine, picked it up but didn't drink it.

"After becoming the leader, I worked diligently to develop the Mitian Sect. I followed the old bastard's example!"

"Rape the most beautiful woman, kill the strongest enemy."

He paused.

"But soon, I discovered a problem."

"May I ask what the problem is, senior?" Guangyuan asked.

What do people live for?

Guangyuan was taken aback.

"What?"

"What do people live for?" Ren Shan repeated, this time as if asking himself.

He muttered to himself, "Is the purpose of living simply to have children with women and continue the family line?"

"Is the purpose of life simply to eat delicacies and live in luxury homes?"

"Is the purpose of life simply to manipulate power? Or to be manipulated by power, leading a bunch of idiots to do inexplicable things?"

"Life should be fucking meaningful!"

Guangyuan looked at him without saying a word.

After a moment, he nodded: "That's right, life should have meaning."

"Then tell me, monk..." Ren Shan narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Guangyuan's face, "What is the purpose of life?"

He gazed at Guangyuan's young face, at something indescribable in those eyes.

Like.

It's so true.

Like that old bastard in his youth.

Perhaps that's why he was willing to talk so much with this complete stranger.

"It's probably about doing what you want to do, doing what you think is right," Guangyuan replied earnestly.

Ren Shan was stunned for a moment.

Then he threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"ha--"

The laughter was so loud that it made the paper windows rustle.

"You monk, you're quite the enlightened one!" he laughed loudly. "I thought you'd be like those bald monks, spouting nonsense about compassion and saving all sentient beings!"

After he finished laughing, he took a sip of wine, and his tone became more wistful.

"I only understood this principle after I turned forty."

He put down his wine glass and looked out the window again.

"The Mitian Cult is full of idiots. They believe in the Mitian Scripture that I and the old bastard made up, and they place all their suffering, hope and life on those lies."

Guangyuan said, "It is indeed a lie; scriptures are written by people."

"Indeed!" Ren Shan said, "They also hope that I will lead them to unify the martial world, and they also hope that I will grant them wealth and glory!"

"They knelt and begged me, so I left."

A clear-headed person doesn't want to be with a bunch of fools.

Those people only know how to ask others for things, but they don't know how to take them themselves.

Ren Shan despised this group of people.

"I wonder what path Senior thinks Chu Kuangjun will choose?" Guangyuan asked.

Ren Shan, drunk, said, "Him? He's very opinionated and will definitely forge a path different from mine and that old bastard's."

"But you, monk."

He looked him up and down.

"What kind of path will you take?"

Guangyuan paused for a moment.

"I am an ordinary person," he said. "Not a Buddhist."

He was a Buddhist before he died in his previous life, but when he opened his eyes, he was a little monk. He thought this was Buddha's arrangement, that something in the dark was guiding him.

During his years at Jinjia Temple, he was indeed exceptionally intelligent. He could understand scriptures after reading them only once and grasp Zen principles with just a few words. His fellow monks at the temple jokingly called him "Buddha's disciple."

He had once believed in that title.

But today, from Ren Shan's words, he learned that he was not the only time traveler in this martial arts world.

That old bastard too.

He was able to get here, much like that old bastard was able to get here.

It was neither the will of Buddha nor the arrangement of fate.

It was just a coincidence.

Just like countless other things in the world, they are all coincidences piled up together.

He wasn't one of the chosen ones.

There was no Buddha manipulating his fate in the dark.

He was just an ordinary time traveler.

I was once blinded by my own involvement, but now I know who I am!

"So?" Ren Shan asked.

Guangyuan said, "I will walk an ordinary path that ordinary people walk."

Ren Shanpin pondered for a moment and said, "This doesn't sound ordinary."

Ordinary people don't have the right to choose their own path!