Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu
The western monk was sitting cross-legged on a prison bed. He was meditating to condense his qi.
In the eyes of an average man, this western monk was nothing but a sturdy man that looked like a devious arhat. [1]
But Zhao Bulu was already a cultivator that had opened his second aperture, the Eye Aperture. In his eyes, this western monk had a very high concentration of qi and blood. While the monk was rhythmically inhaling and exhaling, all the qi and blood in his body was seething in excitement. Obviously, he had already reached the peak of the First Stage. He just needed the right opportunity, and he would be able to jump through the dragon gate [2], breaking through to the Second Stage. At that point, all the qi and blood in his body would transform into true qi!
But this wasn’t the key point. The body of this western monk was shrouded in a thick virtuous golden light.
In Zhao Bulu’s eyes, the western monk was like a small dazzling sun.
Since he had such a thick virtuous light surrounding his body, it was clear that this monk was a high-ranked one! But why was a high-ranked monk in prison?
The western monk discovered that someone had been brought to the prison. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Bulu.
"You sent another one here? Which law did he break?" The western monk asked.
At this time, the prison guard, who had the face of someone that was trying to curry favors, quickly replied, "Great Master, this is a robber. He completely destroyed an express delivery vehicle to rob the content, and he even seriously injured the driver. This guy is without a doubt a wicked criminal!"
When he saw the strange expression of the prison guard, Zhao Bulu felt that something was not right.
"Very good! Leave this criminal to me; I’ll guide him to the right path." The western monk joined his palms together and invoked the name of the Buddha. While reciting the sacred text, the virtuous golden light around his body started to move as if alive. It seemed as if the Buddha himself had come back to life, making one unable to look at him.
"Then, I’ll leave everything to you," the prison guard respectfully closed the prison gate.
When he came here, everyone thought that he was just a criminal that had killed some people on the metro and was thrown into prison as a consequence. Therefore, these prison guards didn’t really put him in the eye. After all, they had seen many murderers. But soon after, they were told from the higher-ups to treat the western monk well, and to give him high-quality food.
However, they weren’t told to release him. They were only told to let the Great Master do as he pleased.
He could do as he pleased… in the middle of a prison?!
Afterwards, the Great Master really settled down inside the prison. He would sit in his cell and read aloud buddhist scriptures to the criminals, leading them to a path of virtue. From time to time, he would go in the dark places of the prison and convert resentful souls too.
During this month, the prison guards felt that the eerie atmosphere inside the prison had almost disappeared. In addition, the western monk resembled a high-ranked monk more and more. His every action and movement carried an incredible charm.
They had no idea what this Great Master was thinking. Maybe he needed a place to hone his skills and make a breakthrough?
***
Just as the prison guards left, the western monk joined his palms together and greeted Zhao Bulu according to the buddhist customs, "Hello, Fellow Daoist."
If Zhao Bulu could feel the power of qi and blood from the monk’s body, the monk could also tell that Zhao Bulu was different from the others.
"Hello, Great Master," Zhao Bulu was very anxious. Lately, his life had been a tragedy.
"Fellow Daoist, no need to be scared. You and I are predestined friends," the western monk said with a faint smile. "If I can lead you onto the right path, I’ll have enough power of virtue to try and open the dragon gate, changing into a dragon from a fish! You’ll be the last criminal I’ll convert in this prison."
In this month he had stayed inside the prison, he had converted many resentful souls and wandering souls of the deceased. And while he was at it, he also converted a few criminals that had committed grave sins. During this month, he had already accumulated a lot of power of virtue.
And if we were to add this power of virtue to his already rich qi and blood, advancing to the Second Stage was just a matter of time.
Zhao Bulu bitterly smiled, "Great Master, I’m already part of a sect."
"It doesn’t matter. I don’t want you to betray the teachings of your sect," the western monk said with a bright smile, trying to console him.
After hearing these words, Zhao Bulu was immediately relieved.
"I just want you to become a Buddhist monk. Don’t worry, becoming a monk has certainly nothing to do with teachings of your sect," the western monk joined his palms together and said, "come, come, come. There is no need to wait. How about shaving your head after I teach you the basics of Buddhism? Or maybe you want some burn marks? After all, you and I are predestined friends. Buy one and get one free. How about six burn marks? I begged my teacher for a long time to give me these burn marks. For some reason, he was very against it. And after I managed to complete my Foundation Establishment, he only gave me four burn marks; I had to add the other two myself. Aren’t they beautiful?"
Zhao Bulu imagined himself as a bald monk with burn marks; he thought of killing himself.
He wanted to run away from this place as soon as possible. But then, he looked at his broken legs. Both his eyes went blank; he had lost faith in the world.
Despair was the greatest sorrow...
***
July 1, Monday.
Song Shuhang got up early and started to practice his <<Basic Buddhist Fist Technique>> as usual, transforming all the strength accumulated during the night into qi and blood. Afterwards, he redirected this strength toward his second aperture, the Eye Aperture.
Later, he brushed his teeth and changed his clothes.
Today, he was planning to bring Senior White to buy a mobile, a computer, and other goods of daily use. While at it, he would help him get familiar with the surroundings.
"I’ll ask for another day off," Song Shuhang said in a low voice. He had more or less understood the contents of the lesson. It didn’t really matter if he couldn’t get the credits for full attendance.
At this time, the sound of the doorbell echoed from downstairs.
"Who might it be?" Song Shuhang raised his head and looked outside. At that point, he saw a snow-white werewolf standing in front of the door. He was ringing the doorbell with his paw.
He immediately thought of the conversation he had had yesterday with Cave Lord Snow Wolf in the Nine Provinces Number One Group.
Was this wolf here to give him Senior White’s legal documents?
Song Shuhang went downstairs to meet the big snow-white wolf.
"Hello, are you Song Shuhang?" The snow-white wolf had a soft voice, resembling that of a child.
"Hello. Yes, I’m Song Shuhang," Song Shuhang opened the door.
"I’m here under our Lord’s command. I have to give you something. By the way, the Lord I’m talking about is exactly Cave Lord Snow Wolf," the snow-white wolf pointed to the small package hanging around his neck. He took it off and handed it to Song Shuhang.
"Thank you. Senior Snow Wolf mentioned it yesterday," Song Shuhang stretched out his hand and took the small package—inside were things like Senior White’s identity card, household register, passport, and driving license.
Wait, driving license?
Song Shuhang carefully looked at the document, and it was really a driving license.
Senior White had yet to touch a car, but he already had a driving license! Was this really okay?
"Then, I’ll take my leave. Our Lord said that you’re welcome to pay a visit to our Snow Wolf Cave whenever you have time," after finishing his sentence, the snow-white wolf lightly jumped. He turned into a white mist and quickly ran away.
It seemed as if this snow-white wolf was trying to hide from something.
Was he hiding from Senior White?
This shouldn’t be the case. Monster beasts weren't afraid of Senior White. This could be easily seen from Doudou’s case.
Then, was he hiding from the pekingese Doudou?
While thinking of all kinds of different possibilities, Song Shuhang went upstairs to look for True Monarch White. Oh, wait. Now he was Venerable White—the title should be changed!
Song Shuhang always felt the urge to call him ‘True Monarch White’. He was treating ‘White’ as the surname and ‘True Monarch’ as the name.
After arriving upstairs, Song Shuhang saw that Senior White was… disassembling the fridge? On the screen of the nearby computer were some basic materials regarding the structure of the fridge.
"Oooh. So, this is what the insides of the fridge look like! It’s really interesting. When put together, these components can produce artificial cold air, acting the same way as a formation does. The creativity of the human race knows no limits!" Senior White muttered to himself. He was very happy.
Soon, the entire fridge had been completely disassembled into small parts.
Song Shuhang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, "Senior White, what about the things inside the fridge?"
"Oh, I put them on the table. Don’t worry. In a while, I’ll reassemble the fridge!" Senior White said, his face full of confidence.
Song Shuhang looked at the table and saw the box of ‘crunchy popsicles’ he had recently bought, and his face turned:
Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu
The western monk was sitting cross-legged on a prison bed. He was meditating to condense his qi.
In the eyes of an average man, this western monk was nothing but a sturdy man that looked like a devious arhat. [1]
But Zhao Bulu was already a cultivator that had opened his second aperture, the Eye Aperture. In his eyes, this western monk had a very high concentration of qi and blood. While the monk was rhythmically inhaling and exhaling, all the qi and blood in his body was seething in excitement. Obviously, he had already reached the peak of the First Stage. He just needed the right opportunity, and he would be able to jump through the dragon gate [2], breaking through to the Second Stage. At that point, all the qi and blood in his body would transform into true qi!
But this wasn’t the key point. The body of this western monk was shrouded in a thick virtuous golden light.
In Zhao Bulu’s eyes, the western monk was like a small dazzling sun.
Since he had such a thick virtuous light surrounding his body, it was clear that this monk was a high-ranked one! But why was a high-ranked monk in prison?
The western monk discovered that someone had been brought to the prison. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Bulu.
"You sent another one here? Which law did he break?" The western monk asked.
At this time, the prison guard, who had the face of someone that was trying to curry favors, quickly replied, "Great Master, this is a robber. He completely destroyed an express delivery vehicle to rob the content, and he even seriously injured the driver. This guy is without a doubt a wicked criminal!"
When he saw the strange expression of the prison guard, Zhao Bulu felt that something was not right.
"Very good! Leave this criminal to me; I’ll guide him to the right path." The western monk joined his palms together and invoked the name of the Buddha. While reciting the sacred text, the virtuous golden light around his body started to move as if alive. It seemed as if the Buddha himself had come back to life, making one unable to look at him.
"Then, I’ll leave everything to you," the prison guard respectfully closed the prison gate.
When he came here, everyone thought that he was just a criminal that had killed some people on the metro and was thrown into prison as a consequence. Therefore, these prison guards didn’t really put him in the eye. After all, they had seen many murderers. But soon after, they were told from the higher-ups to treat the western monk well, and to give him high-quality food.
However, they weren’t told to release him. They were only told to let the Great Master do as he pleased.
He could do as he pleased… in the middle of a prison?!
Afterwards, the Great Master really settled down inside the prison. He would sit in his cell and read aloud buddhist scriptures to the criminals, leading them to a path of virtue. From time to time, he would go in the dark places of the prison and convert resentful souls too.
During this month, the prison guards felt that the eerie atmosphere inside the prison had almost disappeared. In addition, the western monk resembled a high-ranked monk more and more. His every action and movement carried an incredible charm.
They had no idea what this Great Master was thinking. Maybe he needed a place to hone his skills and make a breakthrough?
***
Just as the prison guards left, the western monk joined his palms together and greeted Zhao Bulu according to the buddhist customs, "Hello, Fellow Daoist."
If Zhao Bulu could feel the power of qi and blood from the monk’s body, the monk could also tell that Zhao Bulu was different from the others.
"Hello, Great Master," Zhao Bulu was very anxious. Lately, his life had been a tragedy.
"Fellow Daoist, no need to be scared. You and I are predestined friends," the western monk said with a faint smile. "If I can lead you onto the right path, I’ll have enough power of virtue to try and open the dragon gate, changing into a dragon from a fish! You’ll be the last criminal I’ll convert in this prison."
In this month he had stayed inside the prison, he had converted many resentful souls and wandering souls of the deceased. And while he was at it, he also converted a few criminals that had committed grave sins. During this month, he had already accumulated a lot of power of virtue.
And if we were to add this power of virtue to his already rich qi and blood, advancing to the Second Stage was just a matter of time.
Zhao Bulu bitterly smiled, "Great Master, I’m already part of a sect."
"It doesn’t matter. I don’t want you to betray the teachings of your sect," the western monk said with a bright smile, trying to console him.
After hearing these words, Zhao Bulu was immediately relieved.
"I just want you to become a Buddhist monk. Don’t worry, becoming a monk has certainly nothing to do with teachings of your sect," the western monk joined his palms together and said, "come, come, come. There is no need to wait. How about shaving your head after I teach you the basics of Buddhism? Or maybe you want some burn marks? After all, you and I are predestined friends. Buy one and get one free. How about six burn marks? I begged my teacher for a long time to give me these burn marks. For some reason, he was very against it. And after I managed to complete my Foundation Establishment, he only gave me four burn marks; I had to add the other two myself. Aren’t they beautiful?"
Zhao Bulu imagined himself as a bald monk with burn marks; he thought of killing himself.
He wanted to run away from this place as soon as possible. But then, he looked at his broken legs. Both his eyes went blank; he had lost faith in the world.
Despair was the greatest sorrow...
***
July 1, Monday.
Song Shuhang got up early and started to practice his <<Basic Buddhist Fist Technique>> as usual, transforming all the strength accumulated during the night into qi and blood. Afterwards, he redirected this strength toward his second aperture, the Eye Aperture.
Later, he brushed his teeth and changed his clothes.
Today, he was planning to bring Senior White to buy a mobile, a computer, and other goods of daily use. While at it, he would help him get familiar with the surroundings.
"I’ll ask for another day off," Song Shuhang said in a low voice. He had more or less understood the contents of the lesson. It didn’t really matter if he couldn’t get the credits for full attendance.
At this time, the sound of the doorbell echoed from downstairs.
"Who might it be?" Song Shuhang raised his head and looked outside. At that point, he saw a snow-white werewolf standing in front of the door. He was ringing the doorbell with his paw.
He immediately thought of the conversation he had had yesterday with Cave Lord Snow Wolf in the Nine Provinces Number One Group.
Was this wolf here to give him Senior White’s legal documents?
Song Shuhang went downstairs to meet the big snow-white wolf.
"Hello, are you Song Shuhang?" The snow-white wolf had a soft voice, resembling that of a child.
"Hello. Yes, I’m Song Shuhang," Song Shuhang opened the door.
"I’m here under our Lord’s command. I have to give you something. By the way, the Lord I’m talking about is exactly Cave Lord Snow Wolf," the snow-white wolf pointed to the small package hanging around his neck. He took it off and handed it to Song Shuhang.
"Thank you. Senior Snow Wolf mentioned it yesterday," Song Shuhang stretched out his hand and took the small package—inside were things like Senior White’s identity card, household register, passport, and driving license.
Wait, driving license?
Song Shuhang carefully looked at the document, and it was really a driving license.
Senior White had yet to touch a car, but he already had a driving license! Was this really okay?
"Then, I’ll take my leave. Our Lord said that you’re welcome to pay a visit to our Snow Wolf Cave whenever you have time," after finishing his sentence, the snow-white wolf lightly jumped. He turned into a white mist and quickly ran away.
It seemed as if this snow-white wolf was trying to hide from something.
Was he hiding from Senior White?
This shouldn’t be the case. Monster beasts weren't afraid of Senior White. This could be easily seen from Doudou’s case.
Then, was he hiding from the pekingese Doudou?
While thinking of all kinds of different possibilities, Song Shuhang went upstairs to look for True Monarch White. Oh, wait. Now he was Venerable White—the title should be changed!
Song Shuhang always felt the urge to call him ‘True Monarch White’. He was treating ‘White’ as the surname and ‘True Monarch’ as the name.
After arriving upstairs, Song Shuhang saw that Senior White was… disassembling the fridge? On the screen of the nearby computer were some basic materials regarding the structure of the fridge.
"Oooh. So, this is what the insides of the fridge look like! It’s really interesting. When put together, these components can produce artificial cold air, acting the same way as a formation does. The creativity of the human race knows no limits!" Senior White muttered to himself. He was very happy.
Soon, the entire fridge had been completely disassembled into small parts.
Song Shuhang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, "Senior White, what about the things inside the fridge?"
"Oh, I put them on the table. Don’t worry. In a while, I’ll reassemble the fridge!" Senior White said, his face full of confidence.
Song Shuhang looked at the table and saw the box of ‘crunchy popsicles’ he had recently bought, and his face turned:
