Passing on the Light of Buddha's Wisdom: Enchanting Wu Song and Developing an Emergency Headband! (Continued)

The moment these words left his mouth, Wu Song's Adam's apple bobbed.

He had always been an unyielding man of iron; not even mountains of blades or seas of fire could make his expression change. Yet heartfelt words like these were precisely what he could bear the least.

Lin Chen's words had struck exactly at the softest place in his heart.

Ever since childhood, when he had followed his elder brother Wu Dalang to make a living, Wu Song had endured every hardship there was.

Later, when his brother died, he had set foot upon the Asura path with a heart full of hatred. He killed as readily as hemp, entered the Buddhist path, endured countless trials and tribulations, and walked all the way to this day.

Yet no matter how many demons and evils he had slain, no matter how much authority he had attained, there had always been a missing voice deep in his heart.

A voice that would say to him, "I'm here," whenever he could no longer hold on.

When Wu Dalang had been alive, he had said it.

Now, Lin Chen had filled that gap.

The moment Wu Song heard Lin Chen's words, the stifled breath that had been trapped in his chest for so long seemed finally to find an outlet.

He suddenly straightened his back and slapped his chest.

"With my brother here, there's nothing Wu Song fears!

"Whether it's Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, or any other fruition...

"So long as the road ahead is righteous, so long as it can help you, Brother, and not disgrace the blade in my hand—

"I, Wu Er, dare to charge ahead!"

Guan Yu stroked his beard, and the admiration in his phoenix eyes deepened.

"Good! Those words have some backbone to them.

"Since the Wayfarer