Fat Monk stared blankly at Ye Yu. After a long while, he suddenly gave a bitter smile. "An uncertain future... Yeah, aren't we living in an uncertain future? Fearing gain and loss, using an illusory dream to force ourselves to change."
"Buddha... that was merely a delusion dwelling in my heart. Hahaha... Hahahaha!"
By the end, Fat Monk suddenly burst into frantic laughter. As he laughed, two muddy tears streamed down his face.
Ye Yu slowly rose to his feet. As though something had occurred to him, he murmured, "Immortals or Buddhas, their final destination was to flee the mortal world. Perhaps they truly were people who had cast everything aside."
Fat Monk froze. He had never considered it that way before. Going to the Western Paradise was not achieving fruition—it was a successful escape.
"Kid, was I... Fat Master... really wrong?" Fat Monk raised his head to look at Ye Yu. After hesitating for a while, he gathered his courage and asked.
Ye Yu gave a faint smile. "At least, I think you were."
Fat Monk nodded at those words and rose from the ground. "Right. Why should I care what you think? Whether it's right or wrong in your eyes, what does it have to do with me? Come on, come on. Fat Master hasn't eaten in ages. Today, I'm definitely going to beg a good meal off you lot."
Seeing Fat Monk recover, a smile also appeared on Feng Qiwen's face. He walked over and kicked Fat Monk.
Fat Monk immediately kicked him back.
The three left amid laughter and chatter, but the stench radiating from Fat Monk's entire body made passersby and cultivators feel that even glancing at him was an insult to themselves.
One Golden Core Stage couple even covered their noses and told their