Don't Make Your Brother Chen Laugh

Blue Bat sighed and explained, "At first, we thought this guy truly intended to turn over a new leaf, so we took him to labor reform to atone for his sins, having him bring rain to drought-stricken places. But who would have thought he'd escape prison? He kept claiming he was relieving suffering and saving the needy, but he was doing nothing but killing people."

"Benefactor Blue, that is not so. I truly was relieving suffering and saving the needy. Have you ever considered that a person's fleshly body lasts at most a hundred years, while the soul endures eternally? Have you ever considered that we mortals are actually imprisoned—billions of people confined within the fleshly bodies of this world? I am not killing them. I am freeing them from their bodies."

Wu Ku sighed, as though he truly were some eminent monk devoted to saving all living beings.

"Furthermore, every time I free someone, I pray for their departed soul and kowtow for them. Since the disasters in Bocheng and the Ancient City, I have gone to the Potala Palace and kowtowed with every step, worshipping over ten thousand times."

As he spoke, Wu Ku deliberately removed his hood, revealing his forehead and face.

His face was dark and swarthy, and his forehead bore obvious scars left by kowtowing.

"If you were truly worshipping and kowtowing sincerely, tens of thousands of kowtows would have smashed your head long ago. Old monk, in the end, your heart just isn't sincere enough," Dongfang Chen said.

"No, no. It is precisely because my heart is sincere that the Buddha blessed me and kept me from smashing my head," Wu Ku retorted.

"As expected of a master." Dongfang Chen gave him a thumbs-up. This man truly was worthy of being the cult leader