Latent Syndrome

Chapter 258 257. Mahayana Buddhism

The monk was not covered in wounds like the other two. On the contrary, there was not even a single wound. His skin was extremely rough, a typical plateau phenomenon, as if he had been at an extremely high altitude for a long time.

Different from the two people who were sitting paralyzed, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his hands clasped together, his eyes closed, and his chest not rising at all. He didn't know whether he was dead or in a state of fugue.

They were both bound by iron chains, like ascetics meditating.

"I know, it's fucking called zazen."

Di Wei vomited blood in his mouth, forcing himself to show off his knowledge without any respect for the monk.

The other prisoner was speechless. When did he stop showing off like this? He is quite desperate about his current situation and seems to have locked several people together to increase the possibility of escape.

In fact, this is not the case, it is just centralized management, and the highest level of guarding is carried out in a targeted manner. It can be said that it is impossible to escape.

"Please beg this monk to take us out."

"He is an eminent monk who won't hurt anyone on the battlefield, trying to save that idiot warlord."

"This person is fully capable of getting out, but he is just here..."

The prisoner wanted to say the word "pretending", but after careful consideration, he decided to let it go. Otherwise, if it angered him, there would be no hope. As a B-level infected person, he would have no problem dealing with those minions in the battlefield. , but I can’t stand the long-term struggle. One day I meet someone who is similar to myself, it will probably be over.

"The degree is okay."

"Isn't this just stupid?"

As time passed, Di Biao's physical condition improved, but it was no use. He would still feel better tomorrow.

Another prisoner continued to tell the story of the monk. He heard from other infected people captured by the warlord that this monk was the first to come here, and he even had the ability to confront the warlord head-on and could completely escape.

He knew that after he left, the warlord's behavior here would only get worse, so he was voluntarily captured and tried to save Klein with his own will.

Di Wei felt a headache. A few years ago, when he was running for the top cadre, his tactics were a bit indecent. Klein's tragic scene was really nerve-wracking and made him lose his temper.

He has already had this kind of consciousness. When he goes out to hang out, he must admit his mistakes and stand up straight when he is beaten. He killed Klein's whole family, and he can only torture himself. It's like a scale. No matter how he tortures himself, he will be the same. If you win, you will lose money.

Although Di Wei subconsciously thinks that Klein is quite rubbish, because in the world he lives in, he comes into contact with the most extraordinary figures at the top of the universe.

He estimated that this monk wasn't that good, he was just trying to show off.

Although the other prisoner also knew that there was little hope, he talked to him for several days, but the monk remained silent. However, he was infected with the latent abyss disease, so he was probably an evil monk.

"Do you have any grudge against that warlord leader? I've been here for so long."

"I've never seen you look so miserable."

The prisoner said this, because now they are like commodities, with entertainment value, and will not be abused in places other than the iron cage. And this person whose face was torn apart and exposed his teeth is pure torture, except In addition to being unilaterally abused in various ways in the arena, people would also enter the dungeon from time to time to give him extra meals.

"certainly……"

Di Bong talked about his killing of Klein's family, and his theory of scales. In fact, any opposing things can be substituted into this theory. The more Klein tortured him, this way he would know how powerful Klein was. hate him.

Klein is the ultimate... coward.

The most boring thing in the world is nudity.

The second boring thing is honesty.

The third boring thing is the tragic past.

People who are too immersed in the past are just weak...

He saw it as a trial, and although the physical pain was meaningless, this kind of mental coward humiliation... could not destroy a real man.

After his sophistry, the prisoner had nothing to say. The more the warlord tortured him, the more the hatred in his heart could not dissipate and he fell into endless pain. In short, no matter what, he would win, and he would be invincible.

Looking at Di Biao's expression, he didn't care about the pain at all. Instead, he looked like...a bankrupt gambler about to win...the bliss.

There was absolutely nothing false about that kind of thing. The prisoner couldn't help but swallow his throat and didn't want to talk to him anymore. In a sense, there were countless people fighting to death in this purgatory.

It’s all thanks to this man.

At this time, the monk slowly opened his eyes, with an eternal desolation in his tone, which almost frightened Di Biao.

He found the source of cause and effect, and it was time to end it all.

"Your killing sin is too serious and your karma is too deep."

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."

The monk sitting cross-legged had one hand raised in front of his chest and was reciting scriptures of unknown meaning. Di Wei could not understand even a single word.

"Feel sorry."

"Can I still become a Buddha?"

Di Yi was happy and began to ridicule the monk.

"I know people like you, who shy away from the so-called world out of weakness, fuck."

“Shave your heads shaved and go to the temple and gather together like wild dogs in a garbage dump, licking each other’s wounds with scriptures.”

"By the way, I collect some idiot's fireworks money to make ends meet."

"Too weak, buddy."

Seeing that the monk was still reciting the scriptures silently and remained unmoved, Di Zhu was a little sullen and continued to ridicule him without any effort.

"The world is like a scale. That warlord, Klein, faced with such a cruel weight, you can only continue to raise your bets."

"Get out of here and kill everyone here. Only then can all tragedies be completely eliminated."

"And you are just sitting here pretending to be, hoping that some Buddha will take care of everything."

"Forget it, Buddha can't protect you from Latent Syndrome."

Using the purest logic in the world, Di Wei slapped the monk resoundingly, and he continued talking.

Whether it is……

Virtue, vice.

Chaos, order.

Truth exists.

Relatively, absolutely.

Essence, phenomenon.

No one can escape this frivolous theory.

The monk stopped reciting the scriptures and was silent for a while, saying this.

“A hungry eagle pursues a dove.”

“The pigeon was desperate and flew to the Buddha for help.”

"The Buddha once made a great wish to save all sentient beings and protect all sentient beings, so he hid the dove in his sleeve."

"The eagle asked for it but failed, and asked, if I am cut off from food, I will not be able to survive. Am I not a living being?"

"The Buddha was helpless and asked how to satisfy him. All he wanted was freshly killed, hot meat."

"The Buddha could no longer harm other living beings, so he had to cut off a piece of his own flesh and feed it to his belly."

"Ying said, if you say all living beings are equal, then you should use a scale to weigh them to see if they have the same weight."

"The Buddha agreed."

"However, it seems that for a small pigeon, no matter how much meat it cuts off, the scale is still tilted."

"But he didn't give up."

"Until your whole body is on the scale."

"In an instant, the heaven and earth shook, and he achieved Buddhahood."

The monk said so.

Di Wei was speechless and truly angry, seeming to expose all of his hypocritical words and absurd theories that justified tyrannical and evil deeds.

But.

"Your cause and effect has not been eliminated, so you are reincarnated."

"I'll escort you out."