Shifting Threads of Fate

Liao E was actually Evil-Weaving Monk!

But not the complete Evil-Weaving Monk—rather, the young Evil-Weaving Monk.

Actually, even that was not quite accurate. Evil-Weaving Monk had long since died and could not possibly suddenly revive. Rather than calling Liao E the young Evil-Weaving Monk, it would be more accurate to say that he was one of Evil-Weaving Monk's parts.

To use an analogy, Evil-Weaving Monk was a ship. His life, everything he possessed, was the material that made up that ship. Liao E was one piece of that material.

That material could be used to form Evil-Weaving Monk, but it could also be used to form something else—for example, an Evil Beast.

Hawkins understood. Liao E was not a living being. He was more like a segment of Evil-Weaving Monk's memories, without the capacity to grow, without vitality, completely nothing more than a part.

He seemed alive, but only seemed to be.

Hawkins looked at Liao E. Liao E reacted no differently from a real person, tilting his head as he looked at Hawkins in confusion.

"I'll send you somewhere. If you can find your own heart there, perhaps you may yet live a second life," Hawkins said with a faint sigh.

Liao E became even more confused. Hawkins patted him on the head and smiled. "You'll know when you get there."

"Benefactor, it is wrong to hit people," Liao E said, clutching his head with tears in his eyes.

Hawkins's smile faded. Looking at Liao E's vivid expression, he could not help sighing inwardly. He really looks human. What a pity it's all an illusion.

Yet through Liao E, he had witnessed Evil-Weaving Monk's magnificent, turbulent life.

In many novels, the Buddhist sect was a place that harbored filth and corruption. There was Xuanci in Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, who