"Looks like you're quite troubled, young friend?"
Just as Fang Yu was nursing a splitting headache, a monk arrived. The monk seemed bathed in Buddhist radiance. Aside from Fang Yu, no one else could discern his origins, and his background was surely extraordinary.
When Fang Yu saw this monk appear, his headache eased somewhat. This monk was not that old bald donkey, but another bald donkey. Still, this bald donkey might have been a little better than the other one. However, his words carried a faintly condescending tone.
"The young friend you speak of may be older than you, so there's no need for such words. But since you're here, you must have a purpose. You know why I have a headache. One after another, you all insist on making me this savior, just because I'm an outsider from beyond this world, because this outsider can save your world and even save you. You want to dump all of that on me without me suffering any consequences. Your schemes are quite well planned."
"But have you considered that I'm not an idiot? How could I possibly allow such a thing to happen? Right? This absolutely cannot happen. If it did, it would be no good for me. Since I know it's no good, do you think I'd agree? I won't do it, so there's no need for you to waste your breath here."
"If you think my younger brother is suitable, then go find him. Don't come looking for me. Looking for me is useless. Old monk, calling you that is a sign of respect, with no ill intent. You should understand that clearly, so stop asking why and leave quickly. If you keep coming, you'll only give me an even worse headache. That won't benefit anyone. If I lose