The monk was not covered in wounds like the other two. On the contrary, there was not even a single wound. His skin was extremely rough, a typical plateau phenomenon, as if he had been at an extremely high altitude for a long time.
Different from the two people who were sitting paralyzed, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his hands clasped together, his eyes closed, and his chest not rising at all. He didn't know whether he was dead or in a state of fugue.
They were both bound by iron chains, like ascetics meditating.
"I know, this is fucking called zazen."
Di Wei vomited blood in his mouth, forcing himself to show off his knowledge without any respect for the monk.
Another prisoner was speechless. When did he put up such pretense? He was quite desperate about his current situation. It seemed that locking several people together increased the possibility of escape.
In fact, this is not the case. It is just centralized management and the highest level of guarding is carried out in a targeted manner. It can be said that it is impossible to escape.
"Please beg this monk to take us out."
"He is an eminent monk who won't hurt anyone on the battlefield, trying to save that idiot warlord."
"This person is fully capable of getting out, but he is just here..."
The prisoner wanted to say the word "pretending", but after careful consideration, he decided to let it go. Otherwise, if it angered him, there would be no hope. As a B-level infected person, he would have no problem dealing with those minions on the battlefield.
, but I can’t stand the long-term tossing. One day I meet someone who is similar to myself, and it’s probably over.
“The degree is okay.”
"Isn't this just stupid?"
As time passed, Di Biao's physical condition improved, but it was no use. He would still feel better tomorrow.
Another prisoner continued to tell the story of the monk. He heard from other infected people captured by the warlord that this monk was the first to come here, and he was even capable of confronting the warlord and could completely escape.
He knew that after he left, the warlord's behavior here would only become worse, so he volunteered to be captured and tried to use his own will to save Klein.
Di Wei felt a headache. A few years ago, when he was running for the top cadre, his tactics were a little inelegant. Klein's tragic scene was really nerve-wracking and made him lose his temper.
He has already had this awareness. When he goes out to hang out, he must admit his mistakes and stand upright when he is beaten. He killed Klein's whole family, but he can only torture himself, just like a scale. No matter how he tortures himself, he will be the same.
If you win, you will lose money.
Although Di Wei subconsciously thinks that Klein is quite rubbish, because in the world he lives in, he only comes into contact with extraordinary figures at the top of the universe.
He estimated that this monk was not very good, he was just pretending to be cool.
Although the other prisoner also knew that there was little hope, he talked to him for a few days, but the monk remained silent. However, he was infected with the Abyssal Syndrome, and he was probably an evil monk.
"Do you have any grudge against that warlord leader? I've been here for so long."
"I've never seen you look so miserable."
The prisoner said this, because now they are like commodities, with entertainment value, and will not be abused in places other than the iron cage. And this person whose face was torn apart and exposed his teeth is pure torture, except
In addition to being unilaterally abused in various ways in the arena, people would also enter the dungeon from time to time to give him extra meals.
"certainly……"
Di Bong talked about his killing of Klein's family, and his theory of scales. In fact, any opposing things can be substituted into this theory. The more Klein tortured him, this way he would know how powerful Klein was.
Hate him.
Klein is an ultimate... coward.
The most boring thing in the world is nudity.
The second boring thing is honesty.
And the third boring thing is the tragic past.
People who are too immersed in the past are just weak...
He regarded it as a trial, and although the physical pain was meaningless, this kind of mental coward humiliation... could not destroy a real man.
After his sophistry, the prisoner had nothing to say. The more the warlord tortured him, the more the hatred in his heart could not dissipate and he fell into endless pain. In short, you win no matter what, and you belong to the invincible.
Looking at Di Biao's expression, he didn't care about the pain at all. Instead, he looked like...a bankrupt gambler about to win...the bliss.
There was absolutely nothing false about that kind of thing. The prisoner couldn't help but swallow his throat and didn't want to talk to him anymore. In a sense, there were countless people fighting to death in this purgatory.
It's all thanks to this man.
At this time, the monk slowly opened his eyes, with an eternal desolation in his tone, which almost frightened Di Biao.
He found the source of cause and effect, and it was time to end it all.
"Your sin of killing is too heavy and your karma is too deep."
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."
The monk who was sitting cross-legged had one hand raised on his chest and was reciting scriptures of unknown meaning. Di Qian could not understand even a single word.
"Feel sorry."
"Can I still become a Buddha?"
Di Yi was happy and began to ridicule the monks.
"I know people like you, because you are weak... you avoid the so-called world, fuck."
“Shave your heads shaved and go to the temple, gather together like wild dogs in a garbage dump, and lick each other’s wounds with scriptures.”
"By the way, I collect some idiot's fireworks money to make ends meet."
"Too weak, bro."
Seeing that the monk was still reciting the scriptures silently and remained unmoved, Di Zhu was a little sullen and continued to ridicule him without any effort.
"The world is like a scale. That warlord, Klein, faced with such a cruel weight, you can only continue to raise your bets."
"Get out of here and kill everyone here. Only then can all tragedies be completely eliminated."
"And you are just sitting here pretending to be, hoping that some Buddha will take care of everything."
"Forget it, Buddha can't protect you from Latent Syndrome."
Using the purest logic in the world, Di Wei gave the monk a loud slap in the face, and he continued to speak.
Whether it’s…
Virtue, vice.
Chaos, order.
truth, existence.
Relatively, absolutely.
essence, phenomenon.
No one can escape this barren theory.
The monk stopped reciting scriptures and was silent for a while before saying this.
"A hungry eagle pursues a dove."
"The pigeon was desperate and flew to the Buddha for help."
"The Buddha once made a great wish to save all sentient beings and protect all sentient beings, so he hid the dove in his sleeve."
"The eagle asked for it but failed, and asked, if I am deprived of food, I will not be able to survive. Am I not a living being?"
"The Buddha was helpless and asked how to satisfy him. All he wanted was freshly killed, hot meat."
"The Buddha could no longer harm other living beings, so he had to cut off a piece of his own flesh and feed it to his belly."
"Ying said, if you say all living beings are equal, then you should use a scale to weigh them to see if they have the same weight."
"The Buddha agreed."
"However, it seems that for a small pigeon, no matter how much meat it cuts off, the scale is still tilted."
"But he didn't give up."
"Until your whole body is on the scale."
"In an instant, the heaven and the earth shook, and he achieved Buddhahood."
The monk said so.
Di Wei was speechless and truly angry, seemingly exposing all his hypocritical words and absurd theories that justified tyrannical and evil deeds.
But.
"Your cause and effect has not been eliminated, so you have returned to this world."
