Chapter 279: The Monk Refuses to Yield
“Don’t speak carelessly after you go back,” Shi Feizhe said to Parrot Granny on his shoulder as he flew over the snowy plains.
“Eh! You’re actually letting me go back, not silencing me?” Parrot Granny tilted her head and said.
“Why would I silence you? This isn’t a big deal!” Shi Feizhe shook his head and said.
“This is a big secret that could overturn the Jianghu!” Parrot Granny said. “Everyone who knows it has to die!”
“…” Shi Feizhe chuckled and said, “In a decade or so, I’ll add this to the history textbooks! History must be faced truthfully!”
“Huh?” Parrot Granny clearly hadn’t expected Shi Feizhe to have such an idea.
“History is something that everyone in the past participated in. It doesn’t belong to a select few, nor is it something that only a select few are qualified to know. Everyone should know history, participate in history,” Shi Feizhe said.
“This is the historical view of everyone. History changes because of everyone’s participation.”
“Huh??” Parrot Granny turned to look at Shi Feizhe. She found that he was different from others.
“Young man, you have such great ambition! If this old granny were a thousand years younger, I might just fall for you!” Parrot Granny clicked her tongue and said.
“…”
“I heard from A-Quan that Yangzhou is strange and interesting? Is it true?” Parrot Granny rolled her eyes and said.
“Interesting, I wouldn’t say, but it’s still much better than the Jianghu,” Shi Feizhe said.
“Then this old granny will go to Yangzhou with you!” Parrot Granny said. “I’m sure Yangzhou wouldn’t let a bird starve to death.”
“In Yangzhou, as long as you’re not lazy, you won’t go hungry,” Shi Feizhe said.
“Good, good, good! Young man, let’s go to Yangzhou!”
“Before going to Yangzhou, I need to go to Yong Province first.”
“What are you going to Yong Province for?”
“To persuade a bald donkey.”
Thus, two days later, Liaocheng of the Heart Buddha Temple in Yong Province saw Shi Feizhe holding his own head and spine.
At Shi Feizhe’s waist hung a watermelon-sized black pearl, emitting a faint, dim light. On his shoulder sat a huge macaw.
The black pearl emitted a faint fluctuation, suppressing his True Qi.
Shi Feizhe had figured out the pearl on the way.
The material of the pearl was similar to dragon pearls and flood dragon pearls, a special substance formed through biotechnology.
So… the Dragon Clan in the sea, and the dragon pearls with wills attached to them on the Nine Dragons Wall, were quite interesting to think about.
But now was not the time to study this in detail. Shi Feizhe planned to set up a special department after returning to Yangzhou, find a few students who were interested in this, and slowly research it.
There was plenty of time, and this wasn’t something that could be figured out in a year or two.
The most important thing now was to unify the Nine Provinces and smash this Jianghu.
“Buddha’s Disciple, this…” Liaocheng looked at the head in Shi Feizhe’s hand and couldn’t help but speak.
It was exactly the same, even the eyebrows were not missing a single hair.
“This is something interesting I found up north,” Shi Feizhe said, holding the head and spine in his hand. “It’s a long story.”
He briefly recounted what happened in the Extreme North.
Liaocheng was completely dumbfounded. Things like beyond the planet, six or seven thousand years ago, test subjects, local biological samples, he didn’t understand at all.
But he understood one thing: the Demon Clans might have been born because of these extraterrestrial beings, and they were the locals.
The locals drove away the outsiders, established dynasties, and then there was the Jianghu.
“I see!” Liaocheng nodded.
He knew that Shi Feizhe did have a bit of a morbid sense of humor.
“You understand?” Shi Feizhe, after talking for a long time, saw Liaocheng nodding seriously and thought he understood.
“I understand!” Liaocheng said honestly.
“…”
So he didn’t understand.
Shi Feizhe understood instantly.
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“Have you considered it?” Shi Feizhe got straight to the point.
“…”
Now it was Liaocheng’s turn to fall silent.
He slowly walked into the main hall and looked at the statue of the Buddha Mother on the altar.
Silence, still silence.
Shi Feizhe didn’t urge him, just stood quietly not far from him, fiddling with the black pearl.
The atmosphere between the two gradually became subtle, even Parrot Granny noticed something was wrong.
She flapped her wings and flew to a beam, afraid of getting splattered with blood later.
“Can this poor monk not choose?” Liaocheng said softly, his back to Shi Feizhe.
“No! In this movement that’s sweeping across the Jianghu, no one can escape. The Jianghu needs a revolution that digs three feet deep,” Shi Feizhe shook his head and said.
“You’re all forcing this poor monk like this,” Liaocheng sighed and said faintly.
“We?” Shi Feizhe said. “Besides me, who else?”
“And the Yellow Heaven Path. You all want me to choose. But, does this poor monk really have a choice?” Liaocheng’s tone was emotionless.
Did he really have a choice?
Surrender? That would be kneeling! That would be betraying his own will and path, even his identity would change, what’s the point of that!
If he didn’t surrender, then it was death.
He just wanted to be a monk who pulled weeds and farmed the land.
He wanted to do what he wanted in the Jianghu, but the Jianghu always forced him, didn’t let him do what he wanted.
And told him to do this, told him to do that.
Calling it: a choice.
Choice, choice my ass.
“The Yellow Heaven Path?” Shi Feizhe picked up the conversation. “The Yellow Heaven Path also talked to you, what conditions did they offer?”
“If I’m willing, this poor monk can join them and become a District Leader. This area would still belong to this poor monk,” Liaocheng said.
“Oh? They offered quite good conditions!” Shi Feizhe said.
“But this poor monk doesn’t want to be a Daoist priest of the Yellow Heaven Path!” Liaocheng said. “This poor monk is a monk, not a Daoist priest.”
“Their way does have problems, you’re right not to choose them!” Shi Feizhe nodded and said.
“But this poor monk also didn’t choose the Buddha’s Disciple,” Liaocheng continued, his back still to Shi Feizhe.
“Why?” Shi Feizhe asked.
“Because this poor monk refuses to yield!”
“It’s all your paths, all your dilemmas, making this poor monk choose. Why don’t you listen to this poor monk’s path? Why isn’t it you who have to choose!”
“Why make things difficult for this poor monk!”
“This poor monk refuses to yield, and wants to seek guidance from the Buddha’s Disciple!”
Liaocheng’s voice grew colder and colder. He turned around, a golden Buddhist light emanating from him. Within the golden light, a black headless Buddha appeared behind him.
The great Buddha was pitch black, with countless fire clouds around its body, and had six arms. In its six arms, it held a skull, a steel fork, human intestines, a bone flute, an axe and yue, and a human skin drum.
That was his True Martial Divine Image.
He wanted to use his fists and feet to explain his reasoning to the Buddha’s Disciple of the Heart Buddha Sect.
Caw!
