Chapter 720

At this moment, Su Bai, Tyrant, Gyatso, and Fatso felt as if their mood had fallen to the bottom of the valley. Then, with the timely appearance of Lam Chun-ying, they once again rose to the sky. However, with the straightforward death of Lam Chun-ying, the hearts of the four of them felt as if they had been smashed into the abyss.

"F * ck … Big Brother, you can't play with people like this. You chose such a good time to appear. You f * cking talked for a while, but in the end, you died before you could even use your ultimate move. You can't play with people like this …"

Fatso was still nailed to the rock wall. He wanted to cry now. He really wanted to cry.

"This …" Gyatso leaned his head back and leaned against the wall in pain. Lam Chun-ying's aura disappeared in an instant. This meant something. He knew very well that at this time, even if it affected his wound and caused intense pain, he still wanted to laugh. Laugh bitterly.

"Ah Mi …"

Tyrant spat out two words, but he still swallowed the last two words. He closed his eyes as if he was unwilling to look at this world anymore. He had nothing to live for.

Su Bai clutched his chest and knelt on the ground. His head was close to Lam Chun-ying's head. Lam Chun-ying died very straightforwardly. One could even see a hint of fortitude.

One could also see the hatred he had for the evil forces on his face.

One could see the determination and great sacrifice of not hesitating to perish together with the devil.

One could see the greatness of not hesitating to sacrifice himself for the peace of the world and the prosperity of righteousness.

However …

He was still dead.

"Big Brother, why did you come out?"

Su Bai muttered while enduring the sharp pain coming from his chest. He suddenly felt that even if his heart did not hurt because of the portrait, it would still go into shock because of Lam Chun-ying's gorgeous appearance and instant curtain call.

A wooden bowl appeared in the hands of the old man in the portrait. Then, he threw the wooden bowl in front of him.

This bowl was not used to serve rice, but to store souls.

A white light shot out from the self-portrait and landed on Gyatso's body.

Gyatso's body was already broken to the point that it could not be any more broken. However, the desire to live in his heart had never changed. The portrait wanted soul puppets, so he needed to subdue these souls.

Gyatso's entire body was wrapped in white light.

Then …

He stood up.

In front of him, his master appeared.

"Disciple, kneel."

His master's face was still kind.

"No, Master, I won't kneel."

Gyatso's answer was very firm. He knew where this place was, and he also knew that this person wasn't his master. However, this feeling and his master's voice and appearance were exactly the same. This made Gyatso feel a little suspicious.

The old man's appearance disappeared. Then, an old man appeared in front of Gyatso. With a gentle smile, he looked at Gyatso.

"I am the Living Buddha. Kneel.

"You are not the Living Buddha. You are the devil!" Gyatso roared. "Other than bringing discrimination and disaster to our people, what else have you brought?!"

The old man's figure disappeared.

However …

Then …

The Sanskrit sounded.

A true Buddha appeared with a monstrous might. The Buddha's light flickered, and it had an irresistible might.

This was the power of the Buddha. This was the authority of the Buddha!

A muffled sound came from Gyatso's chest. Then, he had no choice but to lower his head. This was the power of the Buddha. This was really the power of the Buddha.

This was the totem that he had believed in since he was young. It was his belief, and it was his spiritual pillar.

"Pa …"

Without any other choice, Gyatso knelt down.

In the portrait, a human face appeared in the old man's bowl. It was a face that belonged to Gyatso.

Then …

A second ray of white light shot out from the self-portrait and landed on Fatso's body.

Fatty stood up from the white light, but he continued to mutter, "I'm sorry.

"All of you, go to hell. Grandpa Fatty will never kneel!"

"Good grandson, you won't kneel when you see your grandpa?"

An old man in liberation clothes stood in front of Fatso.

"F * ck, it's so similar. Grandpa, if I hadn't personally sent you to the crematorium to be cremated, I would have thought that you had turned into a dumpling."

"Brat, how can you talk to your grandpa like that? Grandpa has repeatedly warned you not to send Grandpa to the crematorium. Leave Grandpa's corpse intact and bury him in the tomb that Grandpa chose when he was alive. That's an auspicious cave. Grandpa's burial there can protect our family from disaster. No matter how high the price others offered, Grandpa didn't sell this land!"

Fatso immediately said with a sullen face, "Grandpa, I listened to you and buried you there with my dad. However, someone in the village secretly reported it. In the end, the government came and forced us to dig you out and send you to be cremated. I had no choice."

"Forget it, forget it. Perhaps this is because our family doesn't have the fortune to enjoy it. Kowtow to Grandpa and Grandpa will forgive you."

Fatso immediately wiped his tears and said with a mischievous smile, "I say, Grandpa, if you want to kowtow, there's no problem. During the New Year, your grandson will go to your grave and kowtow. I'll kowtow to you as many grandchildren as you want."

The old man's figure disappeared as soon as Fatso finished speaking.

Fatso smacked his lips. "You want to trick your Grandpa Fatty into kowtowing? Hehe, you're still too inexperienced."

At this moment, the surrounding scene instantly changed. Fatso found himself standing on a cement bridge. This scene made Fatso's heart tremble. Then, he slowly looked outside and saw a man falling into the water under the bridge. He was already powerless to struggle and began to slowly sink, but his eyes were fixed on him.

"Splash …"

Fatso knelt on the cement bridge. In an instant, a phantom of a little fat boy appeared beside him. The little fat boy was holding a popsicle in one hand and some change in the other. He was looking down with a shocked expression.

"I'm sorry … I'm sorry … I'm sorry …" Fatso kept apologizing. "I didn't mean it. I really didn't mean it. It was just a joke. I didn't think you would drown …"

In the portrait, another face appeared in the old man's wooden bowl. It was Fatso's face.

Then, the white light shot out again and landed on the monk's body.

The monk also stood up in the white light. In front of him, an ancient Buddha appeared.

"Amitabha." The monk put his palms together to express his respect.

"Kneel before me," said the Buddha.

The monk shook his head and smiled. "I will become a Buddha in the future. There's no need for me to kneel before Buddha."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Buddha disappeared.

Then, a woman appeared in front of the monk. The woman was wearing a tattered down jacket and was pushing a tricycle to sell junk.

The monk's Adam's apple moved uncontrollably at this moment.

The woman's car was very heavy. In order to take care of her bedridden husband and to send money to the children who were cultivating in the monastery, she would always get up early and work late at night to buy a lot of junk.

When going uphill, the woman's foot slipped. She didn't push the tricycle up and as a result, the tricycle slid down. She fell to the ground and her palms and knees were rubbed with blood.

The woman spat on her palms and blew away the dust. Then, she clenched her fists and got up again. She pushed the tricycle up again.

When the monk saw this scene, he let out a sigh.

"Amitabha."

In his life, he had never let down anyone but his mother. He was the one who insisted on becoming a monk, causing the burden of the family to fall on his mother. By the time he finished his studies and returned home, his father had passed away and his mother was dying of a terminal illness. Not long after seeing him, his mother seemed to have fulfilled her greatest wish and passed away. The monk didn't even have time to change his kasaya into casual clothes.

Slowly, the monk knelt down.

In the portrait, there was another face in the old man's wooden bowl. It was the monk's.

At this moment, Gyatso was still leaning miserably against the wall of the hall. Fatso was still nailed to the rock wall, and the monk was still lying in the thatched hut. The bodies of the three of them had not completely lost their vitality, but their souls had already been absorbed into the painting.

Su Bai blinked, and then, the white light landed on his body.

Finally..,

It was his turn.

In the white light, Su Bai felt the pain in his body completely disappear.

However, his heart was very heavy. Fatso had knelt, Gyatso had also knelt, and even the most tenacious and terrifying monk had knelt.

Su Bai wasn't sure if he could persevere and not kneel. In fact, he had already guessed what scene would appear in front of him to make him kneel.

Before that..,

Gyatso was kneeling because of his belief since he was young. He had no choice but to kneel. Even if he knew in his heart that it was fake, even if he knew what the outcome would be if he knelt, he still had no choice but to kneel. If he did not kneel, he would destroy his spiritual pillar and his belief.

Fatso had seen himself when he was young. Because of his so-called mischief, he had knocked a person into the river, and that person had drowned. This had always been Fatso's nightmare. Even though he had killed many people later on, he had killed the rest. It did not matter. However, this person, this gaze, he could not forget it for the rest of his life. With a sense of guilt that lasted for more than ten or even twenty years, Fatso knelt down.

The monk had seen his mother. He had no reason not to kneel, so he knelt.

This was because he felt too much guilt towards his mother. If it wasn't for his selfishness, if it wasn't for his stubbornness, with him at home, his mother's life would at least be a little easier and happier.

The other three were already kneeling. Su Bai was already waiting.

Since he knew that he probably couldn't resist not kneeling, but Su Bai really hoped to see his parents again. Anyway, there was no hope of turning the tables. Before he died, he wanted to see his parents and hear their voices,

It felt pretty good.

However, Su Bai waited for a long time. Other than white light, there was only white light around him,

Huh?

What's wrong?

Just as Su Bai was feeling puzzled, Su Bai heard the sound of small feet running on the ground in the white light,

Su Bai turned around in the direction of the sound,

He saw a white and tender little guy crawling towards him. The little guy was wearing a red dudou and looked even cuter. As he crawled towards Su Bai, he kept waving his little hands:

"Hug me..."