The vision showed a scene from ten years ago.
In it, a middle-aged farmer with an honest face held a short-haired boy's hand in his thick, calloused one, walking step by step to the foot of the Buddhist Sect's mountain.
The middle-aged farmer took two hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to a disciple of the Buddhist Sect.
Greed flashed in the disciple's eyes. He took a bracelet from his pocket and tossed it to the farmer, then offered a few careless words and left with the two hundred yuan.
The farmer held the bracelet with great care. With a simple, honest smile, he carefully slipped it onto the short-haired boy's wrist.
The boy had no interest whatsoever in the bracelet and kept cursing at the farmer. After all, two hundred yuan was a considerable sum in those days. Spending it on a lousy bracelet seemed like a waste no matter how he looked at it.
But the farmer insisted it was well worth it. To him, being able to buy his son's safety for two hundred yuan was already a tremendous stroke of luck.
The boy could say little in response, but in his eyes, his father's actions were utterly idiotic.
Despite his displeasure, the bracelet did indeed keep him safe, helping him escape death several times. That was why he always wore it and never took it off.
Yet the bracelet had never guided the boy onto the right path.
As he grew older, his temper became increasingly violent, and his outlook grew ever more depraved. His days consisted of nothing but fighting, extortion, and blackmail.
Once he reached adulthood, he indulged in drinking, whoring, and gambling, committing every kind of wrongdoing. If his parents refused him even the slightest thing, he would punch and kick