Urban Pirate World: I am in Zekaido

In the evening, Fang Rong, with lifeless eyes, threw two Baileys and wandered aimlessly in the city on the bus.

Watching the bustling crowds rushing for various purposes, their expressions were either happy or sad, and their lives were fulfilling and stable, Fang Rong just felt lonely.

Hidden under this seemingly civilized city is a naked cannibalistic rule!

This rule forcibly distorts people's will and forces them to do things they don't want to do.

Fang Rong suddenly felt a chill on his back. He was afraid.

He was afraid that there would be more people like his sister who were forced into prostitution. He was afraid that honest people would be forced to lie, he was afraid that upright people would be forced to bend, and he was afraid that idealists like him would see their ideals shattered.

"Hey! Boy, this is the terminal, you should get off the bus." The driver on the bus turned his head with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the strange boy.

After getting off the bus, Fang Rong, far away from the bustling city, continued to walk along the nearby mountain path, and finally stopped in front of a Taoist temple full of ancient charm according to his memory.

On the red sandalwood plaque, the three characters "Zhi Shou Guan" stood quietly.

Stepping into it, an old man in Taoist robes was trimming flowers and plants.

"The layman is here again. Young men should be dressed in fine clothes and riding horses. Do you have any troubles today? Why not talk to me."

The kind-looking old man saw Fang Rong's absent-minded look and pointed to the cushion beside him to ask him to sit down.

The old man was the master of Zhi Shou Guan.

Whenever Fang Rong was depressed, he would unconsciously come here to talk with the old man to ask for answers.

Sitting cross-legged, Fang Rong told the story of his sister and the cause and effect of the conflict with Jiang Chen today.

The old man smiled but did not say a word, listening quietly to the young man's confession.

"Master, are the lives of those strong and talented people just lives, and the lives of those ordinary people just like grass? Are they born to be oppressed and humiliated?

What happened to this era?"

Fang Rong was depressed and spoke out the doubts buried in his heart.

"Layman, you are possessed by demons. Are you cynical or self-pitying?

The rules of this world will never be changed by personal will. It is the will of all living beings that created the current rules. You want to change it?

Layman, only the strong are qualified to guide the direction of the times. Are you a strong person?"

"I..."

Fang Rong bowed his head and said nothing.

The master stroked his beard and smiled, his tone gentle but merciless.

"You want to change the cannibalistic rules. Is it based on your sympathy for the common people, or is it just because you are not the one sitting at the table?"

The words of the master were heartbreaking. Fang Rong's face turned pale. As if he was misunderstood, he hurriedly explained, "Of course, I am not doing it for my own selfish desires!"

"Every strong man said this when he rose from obscurity."

Fang Rong shook his head, "I am different from them. I am just an ordinary person, but my heart is warm, and it has always been. I just want to make the world more fair, that's all.

Good people can still be good, and everyone can stand up straight!

The way of the great way is that the world is for the public, so that the old have a place to live, the strong have a place to use, and the young have a place to grow!

Why can't this world accommodate such a simple idea?"

Fang Rong looked at the old man with tears in his eyes.

The old man was stunned as if his heart was tugged hard. For a moment, he felt guilty for his own questioning of him like a villain.

Is this the heart of a child?

The old man was secretly moved. He could feel Fang Rong's heart, a fiery and sincere heart. It was a true pure heart. If it weren't for too many distractions and being trapped by the confusion of the world, it would be like a pearl covered with dust!

If the dust is wiped off, the practice will surely advance by leaps and bounds in the future.

He sighed secretly and developed a love for talent.

"Layman! If you want to change the times, you need to change yourself!

In the world, personal destiny is never insignificant!

In this world, only the strong can implement themselves, while the weak can only obey!

Implement your own will in this era!

You must know that you should regard the doubts of others as ghost lights, and you should boldly walk your own night road! The world is in decline, if you want to save the world, why bother about other people's opinions!!"

The sound of the big bell was like a wake-up call, which shocked Fang Rong!

"Master! I understand!"

Fang Rong bowed to the old man, "Thank you for clearing my doubts, if not, I'm afraid I'd still be in prison without knowing it!"

The old man stroked his beard and laughed, "As the saying goes, the master leads you to the door, but the practice depends on yourself. The fundamental reason why you can jump out of confusion is that you have something in your heart."

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After bidding farewell to the master, Fang Rong felt refreshed. He felt like a bird in a cage and a fish in a net. This time he knew to keep the temple.Flying like a bird in the sky, a fish in the sea, no longer bound.

He couldn't wait to go back to see his sister. He wanted to admit his mistakes to her. Over the years, because of prejudice and the opinions of outsiders, he had never looked at his sister straight in the eye, but forgot her efforts for him!

"I'm sorry, sister, please let me support this family this time..."

"Ding Ding Ding~"

A mobile phone rang, and Fang Rong, who was running down the mountain, stopped and took out his phone. It was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, is this Fang Qian's brother Fang Rong? I am her landlord and her good friend."

A low and sad female voice came from the phone.

"Yes, I am." Fang Rong's heart kept beating, and the unknown intuition made his heart a little uneasy.

The person on the other end of the phone paused for a long time, seemed a little hesitant, and then seemed to make up his mind to speak again.

"Huh~ Although it's against her will, as Fang Qian's only relative in this world, I think you shouldn't stay out of it. Your sister... passed away."

"Pah!" The phone fell to the ground, and Fang Rong stood there at a loss.

He rushed to Sacred Heart Hospital without hesitation and pushed open the door of the ward. The closer Fang Rong got to his sister's bed, the more his heart beat wildly. Until the last moment, he didn't dare to believe it.

In front of the bed, there stood a woman with red eyes. When she saw Fang Rong, she said, "Are you Fang Rong?"

Fang Rong had heard it before. This was the voice of the landlord on the phone.

Fang Rong nodded woodenly, and the woman took out a broken but glued envelope and handed it to him, "This is what your sister asked me to pass on to you..."

Looking at the envelope in his hand, Fang Rong remembered that it was the envelope he had broken before, but this time, Fang Rong received it very carefully.

Lifting the white cloth, Fang Qian lay peacefully on the bed, as if she was just sleeping.

Fang Rong had no expression on his face, and his heart suddenly seemed to be neither happy nor sad. All emotions seemed to disappear completely. It seemed that at this moment his heartbeat suddenly became calm, even though it was beating so hard before...

Fang Rong just looked at Fang Qian's face quietly for a long time without saying a word.

Knowing that Fang Rong was in grief, the woman turned around and prepared to leave Fang Rong alone to say goodbye quietly.

"Wait a minute, sister, can you tell me... what happened?"

Fang Rong's tone was as calm as water, mixed with a slight tremor.

He didn't understand. His sister, who was still smiling sweetly a few hours ago, how could she suddenly die! Obviously... obviously didn't she say it was just a minor injury?