Mathematical Bliss (Thirty-Nine)
May you be reborn into ultimate bliss, and may you come to understand the emptiness of all karmic hindrances. Then this old man's blow to awaken you will have served some purpose.
Especially, learn to face people who are asking questions with weapons in hand. Don't change the subject.
The moment the masked lady fell stiffly to the ground without so much as a groan, Fu Qian casually recited a prayer for her in his heart.
Although, according to the rules of this false Realm of Ultimate Bliss, being killed by a villain wasn't anything serious—she would merely have to go through another cycle of reincarnation—he still wasn't about to kill someone on a whim just because they'd been impolite.
It was simply to improve efficiency.
Fu Qian didn't have much against these performance artists, but there was no question that their way of thinking made it easy for any conversation to be misconstrued and turned into part of a performance.
For instance, it was easy to get caught up in layers of speculation over whether he really meant to go to the Brotherhood, or whether he'd only said so to create an unusual kind of karma.
But committing a grave crime along the way would undoubtedly make his intentions more convincing.
"An unforgivable crime—"
Brother Godo's reaction made the point perfectly clear.
He crouched down almost at once, trying to confirm whether the masked lady was really dead.
And before he could even remove her veil, the peculiar scent that began to waft from her had already answered the question through his sense of smell.
At that moment, Godo's voice even turned shrill.
"You're the one who woke up earlier... Lu Ming?"
As it turned out, once you removed the external brain, a smart person's intelligence