Chapter 202

It's fluffy and feels great to the touch.

Hanuman stared blankly at the top of his head, and after a long while, he reached out and touched the top of his head.

In Bharata, touching someone's head is taboo. Only one's biological parents or the guru, whom one regards as a second parent, are permitted to do so.

"This place is Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain, called Slanting Moon, Three Stars Cave. As for my name, it is no longer used. You can call me 'Patriarch Bodhi'."

Hebe smiled and paused briefly.

"Good monkey, you have suffered so much injustice, yet you still have a pure heart. Would you like to learn some skills from me?"

Hanuman's face lit up with joy. He quickly wiped away his tears and began to kowtow repeatedly on the ground.

"This disciple is willing! This disciple is willing!"

"Hahahaha!" Hebe chuckled inwardly.

This imposter Patriarch Bodhi has received a dupe version of the Monkey King.

This feeling... wow, it's amazing.

Hebe was overjoyed and slightly raised his hand, preventing Hanuman from bowing down.

"Monkey."

"Master, your disciple is here!" Hanuman clasped his fists in front of him.

"Although I have accepted you as my disciple, you are only a nominal one," Hebe said, feigning a stern face. "I cannot teach you any skills yet, because although you have no intention of harming people, you have the ability to cause damage to property."

"I want you to go back down the mountain, apologize to the villagers one by one, and help them cultivate the land to make up for all the food you wasted."

"During this process, you cannot speak out about anything concerning this place."

Hebe looked at Hanuman: "This will take a lot of time, and more importantly, it might humiliate you... Are you willing to accept that?"

Hanuman straightened his back with all his might. "Master, your disciple is willing."

He's survived so much darkness, why would he fear the darkness before dawn?

Hebe laughed and didn't say anything, just raised her hand.

The golden deity reappeared behind Hanuman.

"Yellow Turban Warrior! Send the monkey down the mountain."

"As the master commands!" The Golden Armored Divine General grabbed Hanuman and disappeared together in the latter's horrified gaze.

It seems that the Purification Knights has indeed left a deep psychological scar on the monkey head. It is estimated that for a long time, he will feel uncomfortable seeing gold.

Hebe was overjoyed. Hanuman had arrived; Rama could not be far behind.

She turned her head and looked at Kama, whose face was calm.

"Kama, why are you unhappy?"

"World Honored One, I am not unhappy," Kama replied.

273 The principle of regression: The World Honored One is the Demon King.

Hebe remained silent, but the Great Radiant Light turned to Kama, illuminating his slightly furrowed brow.

"Kama," Hebe said, "You can live more freely Hanuman. You can choose to be my disciple or my follower."

"Of course we all know the characteristics of the Heavenly Demon Path, so you can try to corrupt me. In fact, you've already done so."

Hebe smiled, pleased to see fear and terror on Kama's face.

She reached out and grabbed Kama, stopping him from doing anything further.

"I never said 'no'."

The girl under the Bodhi Tree blinked.

Kama's eyes widened as she heard Hebe's voice in her ear.

With a barely perceptible smile, like the hidden fragrance of a summer night, it stirred the heart, making one's throat tighten.

"You know my name," Hebe said. "I don't like using this name, so fewer and fewer people will know it, but you are an exception."

"Vyasa ..."

Hebe smiled.

"It's a secret."

Kama's dark red eyes flickered. "... Yes, World Honored One."

"Since its inception, the Heavenly Demon Path has been destined to exploit numerous desires to corrupt those of high status. In this process, those who ascend on the Path will receive a strong response."

"There's always a reason that can help you convince yourself better." Hebe smiled slightly. "Kamadiya, Bharata is a rich land, but it always breeds misfortune."

"If you want to change something, you must have the ability to do so," Hebe said. "I never mind having blood on my hands. I don't care about your small revenge against the nobles, nor do I care about the bloodshed Hanuman committed when he avenged his mother."

Since they have a just cause for their deaths, it would be illogical not to kill them. No barrier can be broken, no pact can be dissolved.

I'm not just saying this to you, because as generations go by, those who are capable and determined but have fallen into tragic circumstances for various reasons will eventually come here.

Bharata is so vast, and there are so many of these kinds of people.

Hebe looked at Kama, who was deep in thought, and knew that she had taken her words to heart.

Hebe rarely shares her values with outsiders. Although she enjoys teaching, she usually only imparts simple knowledge.

However, as the caste system has taken full shape, this spiritual, cultural, and soul-bound constraint will inevitably become increasingly heavy over time.

Hebe's main goal has remained unchanged.

That is, while rescuing the Fisher King, to compile the Book of Ages, which record the history of Bharata. Of course, in achieving this goal, defeating Eris is indispensable.

"World Honored One," Kama's eyes flickered, "But in that case, I might have to be disrespectful to you..."

"Then be 'disrespectful'," Hebe said, tilting her head back. "Remember this feeling; it's the essence of the Cup Principle —'transgression.' Desire is sweetest when it transgresses taboos... Are you listening to me?"

Kama nodded.

She thought the World Honored One was really wise.

She then remembered seeing a fox with a large, swishing tail in the wilderness.

It was just a fleeting glimpse, yet she inexplicably felt that Hebe was a cunning yet gentle fox.

If things continue like this, who will drag whom down into depravity?

"World Honored One, are you really not the Mahadeva?" Kama asked, bewildered.

Hebe put her hand to her forehead and laughed in exasperation.

It seems that cultivating a Heavenly Demon is a long and arduous task. Before that, let's see how the monkey performs.

The more terrified Hanuman was before, the more ambitious he became now.

Although the Golden Armored Divine General still held him in his palm this time, the heavy sense of oppression had disappeared.

After Hanuman landed, he even dared to strike up a conversation.

Unfortunately, this majestic Golden Armored Divine General was essentially Purification Knights crafted by Hebe.

When Hanuman tried to get close to him, he would only put on a stern, golden-red face, and a rumbling roar would come from his chest.

"You mischievous monkey, don't think that just because you've been pardoned you can live a carefree and happy life."

"Having received the patriarch's instructions, you must always strive diligently. When your practice is complete, I will come to take you back to the mountain."

"Don't make a mistake!"

The Golden Armored Divine General gradually turned into a phantom and disappeared, but his voice still lingered in the air.

Hanuman scratched his head, thinking to himself that his ancestor was truly powerful.

What is the demeanor of an immortal? This is the demeanor of an immortal!

What are these names like "Broken Robe," "Kashyapa," and "Extreme Abundance"... they are all unworthy of the title of immortal. Only the Patriarch, only the Patriarch...!

Hanuman clasped his hands together, silently recited the name "Patriarch Bodhi" in his heart once more, and then took a deep breath and walked out of the forest.

Outside the deep forest, the village chief was being pressured by his wife to the point of exhaustion.

Hanuman fled, destroying not just one or two houses, but at least seven or eight.

Before the village chief could come up with a solution, a long-tailed monkey suddenly leaped a few steps into the air and landed in front of him.

Who else could it be but Hanuman?

The village chief was so terrified that he fell to the ground with a thud, quickly shielding his wife and children behind him. "Monkey God! My wife and children have never offended you, killing just one of them is enough!"

Hanuman hadn't expected the village chief to react so strongly. He took a few steps back and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Don't be afraid! I'm not here to take revenge on you!"

"Then what are you here for?" the village chief asked, panting heavily.

"I have realized my mistake and have come here specifically to make amends to you."

The village chief froze, and unconsciously looked down to exchange a glance with his wife.

It seems... that the monkey in front of us isn't lying?

"Compensation... let's forget about compensation," the village chief replied. "It's just some milk, ghee, and clothes; nothing important. We can rebuild our houses; these things don't matter."

But after hearing the village chief's words, Hanuman became anxious.

This is going to cut off his path to learning from the patriarch.

"No! No!" Hanuman waved his hands repeatedly. "Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. One must take responsibility for one's actions. Since it was I who caused you losses, I must make amends to you."

"Ah..." the village chief hesitated, his attention drifting elsewhere. "What you're saying sounds so much like..."

Isn't this the key point that Master Kama usually talks about in his classes? Could this monkey have been listening in at the time?

Hanuman's face felt a little hot, but luckily his face was already a bit red.

"Actually, I was just passing by when I overheard you having a class, so I stayed and listened for a while... and before I knew it, I was completely engrossed." Hanuman sincerely put his hands together. "I don't know how to work, so I can only steal your food to fill my stomach, but I don't know how much of a burden this has placed on you."

"Thinking about the principles I've learned in my daily life, I feel ashamed."

The village chief nodded slightly. That makes sense now, and it's not surprising.

He mustered his courage and walked over. Seeing Hanuman's sincere expression, he felt even more at ease.

What's your name?

"My name is Hanuman," Hanuman replied in a deep voice. "I am not the son of the Vayu, but simply Hanuman."

The village chief bowed his head and repeated it twice, then clasped his hands together and said, "I understand. Come with me, Hanuman. I'll take you to meet the villagers now."

Hanuman felt somewhat uneasy as he stepped back into the sunlight.

He hadn't forgotten the village chief's terrified look.

Who knows what the other villagers will think?

But Hanuman did not expect that the village chief simply gathered the villagers and able-bodied men together and made them sit in a circle in the open space in the center of the village.

"I called you all up to talk about something. This young man isn't a bad person, there's just been some misunderstanding." The village chief patted Hanuman on the shoulder. "His name is Hanuman, and he usually attends classes and studies with us."

"Hanuman, you go first." The village chief looked at Hanuman standing beside him and gave him an encouraging look.

The monkey took a deep breath and raised its hands to clasp them together.

He bowed and apologized to the villagers from all directions.

He promised to make up for all the losses he had caused and pleaded with the villagers to forgive him.

After a brief silence, the villagers burst into enthusiastic applause.

The monkey's eyes were a little moist. He knew that the villagers had accepted him and forgiven him.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd. "Hanuman is a strong young man, we've all seen him. He's probably good at clearing fields and building houses and bridges. But how will he mend the saris the women wear?"

"Get out of here!" the village chief shouted back. "You even want Hanuman to weave clothes for your wife... If he actually pulls this off, I ask you, would you feel comfortable letting your wife wear it?"

The young man who had just spoken was standing next to his wife, who blushed and reached out to pinch him, causing him to howl in pain.

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

"Go on," the village chief gently nudged Hanuman.