Chapter 905

"What song is this? It sounds quite cheerful, "Fatso asked Su Bai as he sipped his drink.

As a matter of fact, they didn't go to the bar, but Hills held an outdoor karaoke session by Erhai Lake. They lit a bonfire in violation of the rules, which attracted a lot of tourists. The drinks were free, and the three groups of managers who came to question them had already fallen asleep backstage.

A high-ranking listener who didn't kill, destroy, or worship anyone but just wanted to hold an open-air party was a small request that even the radio station couldn't refuse.

"'One of Us' is a classic from singer Joan Osborne's first album, 'Relish'." Su Bai took a sip of his drink. "Hills came from a rich family before she became a listener. She used to organize her own band."

"Oh, it does look very classy."

After the song ended, Fatso clapped his hands.

"But it doesn't feel that down to earth."

Looking around, Fatso saw the men and women who were eating and drinking. He then thought about the environment here and realized that the people here didn't seem to need things like earth energy.

"Da Bai, do you know what's the most beautiful music in my eyes?" Fatso suddenly asked, a little melancholy.

"The music band in the countryside." Su Bai answered without hesitation.

"Hmm?" Fatso looked at Su Bai in surprise. He held Su Bai's hand and sighed drunkenly, "Bai, you know me."

Su Bai pulled his hand out and wiped it with a napkin on the table. His disdain was clear on his face.

"It's a pity that there are fewer and fewer funeral bands in the countryside nowadays. The broken sound system, the low-quality microphone, and the feeling of singing 'Visit Home Often' at people's funerals are slowly becoming a memory of the past."

The more Fatso spoke, the more disappointed he became. Perhaps this was Fatso's own dream and his true obsession. Before he became a listener, he was a funeral artist in a village in Sichuan. Before he became an advanced listener, Fatso even went back to his old job and formed a new band.

"I have a dream!" Fatso suddenly roared. Su Bai knew that he was pretending to be drunk because alcohol couldn't numb them at all.

"Martin Luther King, Jr., was a black man," Su Bai suddenly interrupted.

"Ahem …" Fatso rolled his eyes at Su Bai, feeling wronged. The lyrical atmosphere immediately disappeared.

Sills quickly entered the second song. He was like a mic hog and wasn't democratic at all. However, his singing was really good, especially the English songs with an authentic British accent. At least for the audience present, it was no less than a visual feast.

The little guy sat on Su Bai's lap and looked around from time to time. From time to time, he would yell a few times. It was obvious that he was quite excited.

"You think I'm mentally ill, you think I'm seriously ill,

Go tell the psychiatrist that I'm not normal,

Give me a fatal blow when I'm exhausted,

But you love it when I lose my mind the most,

Let me tell you a secret, I'm not afraid of anything,

So what if I'm mentally ill, all outstanding people are a little crazy,

All capable people are a little crazy, all capable people are like that … "

"This song is quite interesting, it's very emotional." Fatso shook his head and moved along with the rhythm. He then took out his phone and asked, "What song is this?"

"'Mad Hatter'." Su Bai handed the little guy over to Fatso, then got up and walked some distance away. He suddenly felt a little upset, not because of Sills' singing, but because of the restlessness that came from the depths of his soul.

If only Ying Yinger was here at this time. Men might be like this. Even if Xun Er was very close to him, the two of them had already maintained that kind of tacit understanding, and there was no longer any possibility of involvement. Ying Yinger's thoughtfulness and irresponsible carefreeness seemed to be something that was truly lacking in life.

Su Bai suddenly remembered that the radio station would no longer recruit experiencers. If he brought Ying Yinger with him, he would not have the same concerns as before.

However, it seemed a little too selfish to bring her back from America just to satisfy his own needs.

But …

Who cared?

"Almsgiver, I see desire in your eyes."

The voice came from behind. Su Bai turned around and saw a young monk in clean clothes standing there, his hands clasped together as he chanted the name of Buddha.

This young monk looked a little familiar.

Su Bai remembered that when he first came to Dali, he met this young monk in a guesthouse. The young monk had once told him that there were no saints in this world.

"What a coincidence." Su Bai handed over the beer in his hand. "Want a sip?"

The young monk licked his lips, but still shook his head and said, "Master said that drinking is a hindrance."

"Drink it, and I'll find you a beautiful lady."

Su Bai bent down toward the young monk so that he could look him in the eye.

The eyes of the Blood Clan had a strange evil charm, as if it was the world's purest and most direct seduction.

In fact, the reason why the Blood Clan could survive and reproduce was because they were good at seducing humans, especially when the Darkness Faction was defeated by the Light Faction.

Of course, this was different from the peak illusions. However, Su Bai felt that it was enough to tease the young monk in front of him.

The young monk seemed to be vulnerable under Su Bai's gaze. His eyes began to turn turbid, and the original clarity disappeared. He could only be led into the ditch by Su Bai, the 'bad uncle', and drank half a bottle of beer.

"Miss … Miss …" The young monk, who couldn't hold his liquor, was already swaying.

Su Bai smiled and patted the guy's head. This guy was fated with him. He met him last time, and he met him again this time. Of course, he was different from Su Yuxuan. Su Yuxuan was a spirit child, and this young monk was just an ordinary little monk.

Su Bai wasn't Mr. Fugui. Since ancient times, he couldn't see people. However, sometimes, it was boring to be omniscient and omnipotent. To a certain extent, Mr. Fugui was actually very similar to the radio consciousness who wanted to commit suicide and deliberately gave the position to Su Yuhang and his wife. They both felt that their lives were boring.

Su Bai took out some money from his pocket and stuffed it into the young monk's bag. He smiled and gestured for the young monk to leave. He was probably here to beg for alms.

However, Su Bai didn't know which temple he came from, nor did he know who his master was.

"Miss … Miss …"

The young monk walked back happily, but he stopped by the side of Erhai Lake. Su Bai looked at him. After all, he was the one who teased him to drink the beer. If this guy accidentally fell into the river and drowned, it wouldn't be that interesting.

"Miss …"

The young monk kept coughing and muttering to himself. Then, he suddenly fell silent. His silence seemed a little strange to Su Bai because at this moment, the young monk's entire temperament seemed to have changed.

Su Bai walked over. The young monk tilted his head slightly and looked at Su Bai. From his eyes, Su Bai could see an old man, as if he had seen through the vicissitudes of life.

"Kid, it's not a good way to teach a child to break the precepts. It's too harmful." The young novice monk's voice still sounded young, but his tone and style were like that of an old man.

"I really couldn't tell that you actually grew on him. He has his own life. Isn't it harmful for you to live on him?" Su Bai asked.

"What a joke. I'm his ancestral master. Of course, I have to stay and protect his line. This child has the root of wisdom, so I can't let him die young." His voice sounded a little serious. Yes, such people usually cared a lot about their inheritance, even more than they cared about their children.

This was because their children inherited their bloodline, while their disciples inherited their spirit and thoughts.

Some people felt that the preservation of their bloodline was important, while others felt that the light of their thoughts was the key to their eternal existence.

"Are you also a listener?" asked Su Bai. "A listener who died long ago."

"Hey, kid, can't an old monk like me be an enlightened monk?"

"You didn't even ask what a listener is," said Su Bai with a smile.

The old monk was taken aback. "You actually tricked me."

The young monk carefully looked at Su Bai from head to toe. Then, he smacked his lips and said, "It's a pity that I died on the battlefield of another world. Now, all that's left of me is a wisp of remnant will. Every day, I take the opportunity to recite the scriptures to this child while he sleeps. I didn't manage to make it in time for Fugui."

Su Bai was noncommittal.

"You and your father are really alike," the old monk suddenly said. "Fugui's downfall is because of you and your father."

This was the indignation of a friend. Indeed, the old monk was right. Back then, Fugui was tricked by Su Yuhang, and then he gave up the chance to be reborn for his so-called godson. It was equivalent to being tricked by the father and son.

"This is not the attitude you use to ask for help," said Su Bai calmly.

The young monk was speechless. Yes, Su Bai was right. Usually, the old monk could only recite the scriptures to the young monk in his dreams. But this time, he had come out, which meant that this wisp of his soul could not continue to exist.

"Help me take good care of him. I know that there is no karma for him to become a listener now."

"I can find an eminent monk master for him, a master who is not inferior to you, but on one condition."

"Condition?" The young monk was furious. "I am your uncle. When I was with your father and godfather, they all had to call me brother!"

"Condition."

"You brat, do you have to be the same as your father!"

"Condition."

"No!"

"Then I'll kill him in a bit and end your lineage."

"…" The young monk said, "Before I went to that world, I went through Nirvana and left behind a relic. I can tell you the location. Treat it as a condition for you."

"Deal." Su Bai took another sip of wine and said with a smile, "The master I found for your grand-disciple is the reincarnation of Huiguo Monk. How is it? He is not worse than you, right?"

"You and your father are carved from the same mold," said the young monk angrily, "This old monk only has that little bit of ability, and you want to suck my marrow."

"Alright, you can talk to your grand-disciple again. You are about to disappear."

Su Bai turned and walked into the distance,

Standing by the Erhai Lake,

Under the deep night sky,

There was nothing in front of him,

Just like his past,

Just like his future …