Chapter 539

As far as Su Bai was concerned, his first impression of karma came from Lan Lin. At that time, Su Bai had not yet become a senior, and there was a huge gap between him and Lan Lin. However, the image of Lan Lin's hysteria and suicide before the Great Fear of Karma had been lingering in Su Bai's mind.

However, even without Lan Lin's "sex education enlightenment", Su Bai probably would not have comprehended karma. For Su Bai, the past and the future were not that attractive. Su Bai was a very practical person, more practical than the old granny who spent half a day buying vegetables in the market.

This might have something to do with one's experience growing up. When one grew up looking at paintings, when one grew up in a petri dish, one would become numb and indifferent to one's past. One would not have any expectations or fears for the future. The only interest one had was to live in the present.

Perhaps, predicting the changes of karma in the future was more of a torture for Su Bai.

At this time, Gyatso and Monk's silence gave Su Bai an ominous premonition. Could it be that these two guys were studying karma? If so, it would be fun. There was no need for Fatso to leave, so Su Bai could only leave by himself.

"Hehe." Gyatso shook his head. "I didn't study it. The doctrine I came from actually pays more attention to suffering in this life and blessings in the next. But I prefer to focus on this life."

Lord Zeng did not believe in the next life. In other words, he did not believe in the future. Whether the future was permanent, neither Lord Zeng nor Su Bai knew. No one knew. So it was better not to know.

The reason why Buddhism had been able to spread in the secular world for so long, from ancient times to the present, was that its propaganda had played a great role. This was very similar to the "atonement voucher" that the West had created back then. To atone for one's sins in this life, one would enjoy happiness in the next. For the general public, it was also a kind of self-hypnosis medicine.

But Gyatso could be said to be a clear stream among them. He was more practical. Otherwise, he would not have to break off with those living Buddhas and stand on the opposite side.

Monk looked at Su Bai and then at Gyatso. He picked up the teacup but did not drink it. He put it down again.

"In fact, This Penniless Monk has been hesitating all this while. At the very least, This Penniless Monk has yet to make up his mind. Using the Dao of Karma as a shortcut to advance to the Advanced Listener level is indeed very attractive, but it's just like how we carefully search for an intrinsic weapon that suits us when we advance to the Advanced Listener level. We always wish for a better choice and for better development.

If one day, Poor Monk feels that he wants to study karma, Poor Monk will take the initiative to leave first. "

At this point, the monk and Gyatso had to "show off" for a while.

At this point, it did not matter whether Su Bai believed it or not. After all, Fatso had tried his best to persuade Su Bai not to study karma because it was too scary. In the end, if it was not for the kneeling at the foot of Mount Zhijin, no one would have known that Fatso was already having fun.

"Meow."

Lucky appeared in the living room. It opened the fridge and took out a bag of fresh milk. Then, it went back to the room with the milk in its mouth. The little guy must have woken up.

"I'll go see my son." Su Bai got up and went back to the room.

Only Gyatso and Monk were left in the living room.

"Qilü, have you ever thought that if you don't walk the path of karma, what other path can you walk? Great perseverance, great wisdom, great fearlessness, great courage? "Gyatso suddenly expressed his feelings.

"You and I just need to be ourselves," said Tyrant with a faint smile.

Yes, when a monk worships Buddha, wasn't it just those few words? Great wisdom, great perseverance, great fearlessness, great courage.

"Your strategy is really boring." Gyatso smiled and pointed at the slippery monk.

Fatso dragged a suitcase out. The suitcase rubbed against the ground and made a crisp sound.

Su Bai carried the little guy who had just taken a nap and walked out of the room. Since Fatso was planning to leave, it was necessary to at least send him off.

Fatso let go of his hand and walked in front of Su Bai. He looked at the little guy and made a face at him.

"Uncle Fatty is going on a long journey. I can't play with you anymore."

From the beginning, the relationship between the little guy and Fatso could be said to be the worst. Fatso stole the little guy and left the story world by himself, tricking Su Bai and the other two. But after living together, Fatso was the only one who was warm to the little guy other than Su Bai and Ji Xiang. Of course, there was the mentality of compensation in it, but wasn't it also because Fatso loved this innocent child very much?

The little guy pouted and looked at his Papa, as if he was a little sad.

"Goodbye, brothers. I'll treat you to supper next time if there's a chance."

Gyatso and Monk also stood up from the sofa. The three of them chose to watch him leave.

There was no pretense of asking him to stay, nor too many words. This farewell seemed to be a little insincere, but under the background of mutual deception and killing among the audience, it was already considered good to be able to achieve this scene.

Fatty left just like that. He didn't say anything and drove off in his Audi.

There was originally four men in the house, but suddenly there was one less person. Moreover, that person was the best at stirring up the atmosphere. As soon as he left, the house slowly became deserted.

The little guy sat on the sofa watching TV, while Su Bai and the other two sat on the other side.

"Monk, change the formation." Su Bai reminded.

Su Bai did not intend to deny the sadness revealed by Fatso when they parted just now. It should be true that he was sad and reluctant to part.

However, since Fatty had erased his own memory to scheme against others and himself, there was no guarantee that he would suddenly lose his mind and do it again next time. As for the Fang family's formation, it was actually Fatty who was in charge of modifying it. Now, he could only let the monk modify it again, just in case.

Monk nodded. "Poor Monk will change it tonight."

After saying this, the three of them fell silent and didn't speak anymore.

After a while, Gyatso stood up. "I'll go back to my room first."

Monk looked at the little guy, then looked at Su Bai. "Are you hungry?"

"I want to eat vegetarian," Su Bai said to Monk.

"Alright." Monk stood up and went into the kitchen.

Su Bai also stood up. At this time, it was difficult for him to use words to describe his mood at this time. Was he too sentimental? No.

But he was not as resolute as iron.

Lifting the curtains, Su Bai wanted to look at the dusk outside, but he suddenly realized that the pit that Lucky had planted had actually grown a tender green seedling.

…

The vegetarian food made by Monk was very delicious. It was just that at the dining table, only the little guy was eating happily, while the other three ate peacefully.

It was not because they missed Fatso, but because without Fatso, the dining scene was indeed not very lively.

"Did the reporter become a high-level listener?" Su Bai asked.

"I don't know." Monk shook his head. "But according to what you said before, I think he will be soon. After all, he has already sent his own boss to prove his Dao, so it should be his turn. He has been stuck at the peak of high-level listener for some time."

"When he becomes a high-level listener, it won't be so easy to meet him in the future." Gyatso said. "After all, his identity and status are different, so is his circle."

Yes, high-level listeners had their own circle. High-level listeners looked at veterans. Even if you were the best among the veterans, it was no different from a veteran looking at a low-level listener.

"Oh right, I have a reward. I can use the official account three times. I can check whether the reporter is a high-level listener or not." Su Bai said as he took out his phone.

"There are only three chances. Are you going to waste them just like that?" Monk swallowed a mouthful of rice. Obviously, he felt that Su Bai's action was a little wasteful.

"Didn't Gyatso just say that if the reporter is already a high-level listener, wouldn't I be climbing up the social ladder by sending him a WeChat message or calling him?" Su Bai opened the official account and typed in the word "reporter".

Soon, a graphic message was sent out.

Su Bai opened the graphic message. The cover was a photo of the reporter when he was younger. It should be a photo of him when he had just become a listener. Then, below it was a long string of information that recorded the reporter's birthplace and when he entered the story world.

At the bottom, there was the latest situation.

Reporter: Promoted to high-level listener on April 7th, 2017.

"I'm a high-level listener now," Su Bai said to Monk and Gyatso, "I guess the promise of not forgetting each other when you become rich is going to be ruined."

"What do you mean by not forgetting each other when you become rich? He has asked you for help so many times, but you'd rather go to Dali for a vacation." Gyatso reminded them at this time.

"That's even worse. You missed a chance to ride the leg of a high-level listener."

The three of them chatted casually and teased each other.

At this time, Su Bai's phone suddenly rang. Su Bai was ladling soup for the little girl. When he placed the bowl in front of the little girl, he looked at the caller ID. It was an unfamiliar number.

He tapped on the answer button. There was a car horn on the other end of the phone. Obviously, the other party should be on the side of the road.

"Hello, is this Su Bai?"

"Hehe, who are you?" Su Bai was a little unhappy with the other party's tone.

"You don't need to know who I am, but I have something to remind you now, that is …"

"Beep, beep, beep …"

The person on the other end of the phone was stunned because Su Bai had hung up the phone.

Gyatso asked casually while eating, "Who is it?" Gyatso also knew that Su Bai's number was not usually called. Su Bai would not contact his relatives and friends in the secular world.

"What a poser." Su Bai indifferently pushed the phone to the side.

Ji Xiang, who had never been interested in human food, suddenly sat up straight on the sofa.