A Son-in-law in Doomsday

Yang Mu felt that he wasn't a child anymore. There were some things he had to think through carefully and make sense of.

Such as what you want, what you want to do, what you want to achieve, what you want to be.

Life is short and cannot be repeated.

He must first think clearly and clearly, lest he wasted too much time.

However, the hardest thing for people to see through was themselves.

People often use their own thoughts to put shackles around themselves. What can I do, I cannot say, but there is a pattern.

Talking with others was a good thing. Friends were your own mirrors. If you looked at yourself from the eyes of others, you could see even more clearly. Then, you could adjust your condition and be the best you can be.

The adjustment is complex.

It didn't change according to other people's preferences, but according to one's preferences.

With a single sentence, he spoke the essence of being a human.

And being human was essentially as difficult as that.

Many people were old when they saw through it. Many people were old yet were still unable to see through it.

Yang Mu strolled from one courtyard to the other, and found the big monk, Hua Chi.

He just sat there quietly, a tall and sturdy figure, wearing a grey monastic robe, that chest … He really was the boss.

In contrast to his strong physique, he had a handsome face.

Yang Mu used the method of meeting face to face with this person. After a long time, there were only three words that he was unable to understand.

Inside the room was a large Buddha statue. It was more than two meters tall and was also very tall and sturdy.

Hua Chi sat cross-legged on the praying mat with one hand on his chest and the other chanting buddhist beads.

This string of beads was very special. It was completely black, and it was hard to tell if it was made of wood or iron. In short, it was very heavy.

Yang Mu had been observing the monk for a long time. At this moment, he finally stopped looking. Instead, he found a praying mat and sat opposite the monk.

"My name is Yang Mu."

"If you close your eyes and rest like this, you'll look incredibly divine. But as long as you're still alive, then you won't be able to be holy. Why are you pretending?"

The monk kept his eyes closed, but his eyelashes twitched as he slowly said, "Buddha says there is no me! Eating, sleeping, being convenient, being petty, all come from being human. Naturally, this is how I am, and it has nothing to do with whether I am sacred or not. "In the eyes of my benefactor, I truly want to become a saint, but you and I both know that I am just a human being. As long as I don't die, I will naturally follow the rules of a human being. This is karma."

"Ah?" Monk, I originally thought you were a fool, but I didn't expect you to be so smart. "Not bad, not bad, that's exactly what I mean. As long as you're still alive, you have to take a piss and shit. That's vulgar."

The monk remained calm and didn't say anything, as if he was in a meditative trance.

Yang Mu's interest was piqued even further. After thinking for a while, he said,

"What does it mean to be universal?"

"The masses camp and disturb them, as if they were drowning in the sea. Buddha is merciful and compassionate. He imparts great mana and does his best to help them to reach the other side."

"Hmm, then do you know that it is the end of the world outside? "A person becomes a zombie and then goes to eat a human. Everyone is stuck in a deep pool of water. How are you going to move the world?"

"This Penniless Monk is just a little monk. He can only serve the hearts of all without the ability to help the world, and can only beg for mercy from Buddha …"

"Tsk, what's the use of praying for Buddha's mercy? "Even if your buddhist powers can save the world one day, what does it have to do with you?"

The monk frowned. He was not an exalted monk.

Ever since he was young, his great master had taught him most of his martial arts, not Buddhism.

Therefore, even though Yang Mu was just spouting nonsense, he had managed to ensnare him.

Yang Mu felt that he had found a way out, so he continued with his nonsense.

"You monks recite Buddhist scriptures to purify the mind, to recognize the true nature of the self, right?"

"Yes." "

"Alright, so you all are not just people with no desires at all! Purify your mind and recognize yourself as your goal! Is it selfish for you to ignore the mundane affairs of the world and wholeheartedly recite scriptures? "

"Selfishness is also the will of Buddha …"

"Does Benefactor know?"

"Hmph, he already knew that your six were dirty and had no fate with Buddha, that's why he taught you how to hit people, not to waste your time in this meditation room, wasting time!" Buddha says that there is no ego, because Buddha thinks that man is a cause and effect in the world. Every thought or action of yours is not decided by yourself, but is controlled by the cause and effect of heaven and earth. Since there is no such thing as self, why must you persist? Now that I am your cause and you have met me is the result, let me tell you the true way of life. If you insist on not listening to my advice, that would be going against the cause and effect, understand? "

"This... Why would you be my cause? "

"If that's not the case, how did we meet? And you spoke for such a long time? "

"There are many people who meet in one's life …"

"Then do you want to deny that every encounter is a cause and effect?"

Yang Mu was on the verge of breaking out in sweat.

However, at this moment, the monk was stunned. He felt that what Yang Mu said was not without reason.

The theory of karma is in Buddhism, so how can you say that every encounter is not karma?

Since Buddha said there was no ego, then it meant there was no ego. If he were to reject the person in front of him from the bottom of his heart, wouldn't that be equivalent to pushing karma out? Is it equal to self-consciousness fighting against cause and effect? Is this a violation of the true meaning of Buddha?

The monk was confused. He really wanted to get his master out of the graveyard and ask him what was the reason for the Buddha's carelessness.

Actually, it was better for Yang Mu to arrive early than by coincidence.

Hua Chi had been at a loss these past few days.

He was not the only monk in the Rainflower Temple, there were many more.

However, these monks were different from him. They not only ate meat and drank wine, but also occasionally brought two beautiful female patrons to the temple's backyard.

Hua Chi didn't know why, but he always felt that this was a bad thing. The temple's backyard was a place of cultivation, how could a woman come in?

"Do you know what a monk is?"

"I know. You and I are both."

"Wrong, wrong!"

The old man said: "Monk is a title, only those who can be considered a human master and are qualified to be called a monk, not just anyone. This form of address was not limited to men. Women who were qualified to be married could also be called monks. So, your father is a monk and the beautiful female benefactors who come to the temple are monks. You are just a person who isn't proficient in Buddhism. Get lost, don't bother me in the future! "

Hua Chi was stunned.

He thought to himself that he had been bald for thirty years, how come in the end he wasn't a monk?

He did not dare to question the words of the old man, as he felt that the old man should be speaking the truth.

However, he still could not understand. He had always been conflicted with whether he was a monk or not.

Recently, a group of people had come from the temple, which made Hua Chi feel that something was off.

Even in the neighboring yard, he could often hear the strange cries of women. The monks at the temple were drunk on several occasions, and they even dragged a few women to kiss in front of him.

Hua Chi wasn't ignorant. He just didn't want to understand these things. He had to be warned! How could he get close to a woman?

Therefore, although Hua Chi appeared to wholeheartedly pay his respects to Buddha on the surface, he had always been restless. Now that Yang Mu had run over to him and spouted nonsense, he became even more confused.

Looking at the expression on the monk's face, Yang Mu could already guess what he was feeling.

"Hehe, big monk, think about it carefully. I am not in a hurry, so if you understand what's going on, come find me and then go with me to the world. I have heard about your experiences, ever since I was young, I have been with my master on this back mountain and have never seen anything before. I have a merciful heart and want you to get to know the real world! "

"Real world?"

"That's right!" Oh right, I have a lot of respect for faith, if you still want to be respectful towards Buddha, then I won't dare to bring you away. If you want to change your mind, then go back to being vulgar before you leave, bro, I'll bring you along to play! "

With that, Yang Mu stood up and left, feeling extremely refreshed.

Indeed, the people who passed by were not ordinary people. How could he be so eloquent? Even a monk was moved by his words.

Then he would stop and wait for him for one or two days, and then he would test his martial arts and see if he was truly a monk.

Speaking of which, it was a few years ago. Yang Mu knew a street artist and knew all kinds of musical instruments.

Yang Mu liked to listen to his music very much. It was all very pleasing to the ears.

After hearing so much, he became familiar with them.

One day, a fat-headed fatty with oily ears drove past in a luxurious car. On the car, there were also quite a few beautiful foreign beauties.

Yang Mu, who had already entered puberty, looked sour. He grumbled a little and then spoke to the street artist.

"Big Bro, you can even play these musical instruments. You're so talented, why is it that you're not as successful as the fat guy in the car just now? Look at him, he's got money and beautiful women to keep him company. "

The street artist smiled and said:

"Yeah, I can play all kinds of musical instruments, but I can only amuse myself. But that person, he was a big boss, he could play with people! It was because of this that he was able to accomplish what he had achieved today. Actually, he didn't know anything and didn't know anything. He was only good at playing with people, and that was enough. "Young man, remember this: if you want Zhang Fei to attack the city, if you want Guan Yu to stabilize the country, if you want to seize the world, the more talents you have around you, the stronger you become."

Actually, this logic was simple, Yang Mu would understand it if he were slightly older.

However, while the theory was simple, it was difficult to put into practice.

How to make people work for me is a learning.

Yang Mu walked in the yard and raised his head to look at the sky.

He finally understood what kind of person he was going to be. It was very simple, only three words …

— Overlord!