Dr. Banner's small hospital occupies half of the small temple on the outskirts.
The small temple itself has no name, or it used to have one, but because of the erosion of time, the plaque originally engraved with the name of the temple has become blurred.
The Buddha statue here is Mahamayuri. This is a rare venerable in a country like China where Mahayana Buddhism is prevalent.
Mahamayuri, a venerable who feeds on poisonous insects, snakes, scorpions, the ugliest poison in the world, horror, shock, and all other negative and ugly things, but he is the most gorgeous existence among all venerables with a myriad of glazed colors and a gorgeous appearance.
Peacocks are gorgeous, but they feed on poisonous scorpions.
Dr. Banner has been in this small temple for more than a year, and he has been treating patients here for more than a year. Saving people in this place is not an easy task because medicine must be imported from India, but India has a tight grip on Nepal.
Things like medicine and energy are limited, and only a fairly low supply is maintained.
Therefore, even Dr. Banner sometimes needs to use indigenous methods to treat diseases. Relying on herbs to treat diseases is an indigenous method that has been passed down for thousands of years, but sometimes it is very effective.
Just like now, he was extracting several of the more practical herbs that had the effect of reducing fever. Although it wasn't the professional equipment of a large pharmaceutical factory that could perform the best extraction and purification, the medicine that had been preliminarily extracted was more effective than the general decoction.
Malaria is a relatively common disease in South Asia and high fever. Therefore, Banner's medicine to treat these diseases is basically on standby. But even so, indigenous herbs and a small amount of Western medicine still make Dr. Banner's small hospital a little stretched and difficult to meet the needs of patients, but Dr. Banner still tries his best to do everything he can.
Because for him, this is one of the reasons why he lives in this world. Not to make weapons to kill, but to protect and save.
In the fight with Abomination in Brazil a few years ago, he understood one thing, Hulk (Hulk) can't be killed. Even though he injected himself with what he thought was the antidote, Hulk still appeared in the end.
This is something that is constantly connected to his bloodline. After the Brazilian chaos, he absconded, just like countless times before.
He needs to live incognito, and becoming a killing weapon of the military is not what he wants. It was just a coincidence that he came to Nepal in South Asia. Originally, he wanted to go to India.
Banner understood the principle of hiding in the city. As the second most populous country in the world, India had a population of more than a billion. It was easy to hide Banner.
However, due to coincidence, he had helped the mountain-moving workers from Nepal in several states of India and learned about the situation in Nepal. He felt that the people of this country needed help more.
So he came. He stayed in this small temple of Mahamayuri and did what he could.
However, there was a deviation in some things, and the deviation came from the old monk of this temple.
He was just an ordinary old monk without any extraordinary power. The only thing he learned was probably Buddhism (Buddhism in Nepal is Hinayana Buddhism, and most of them are Tantric Buddhism).
He was a man of few words, and his face was lined with wrinkles from his sagging skin. Above all, he liked to laugh. When he smiles, his wrinkles are always squeezed together.
He smiled and gave half of the temple to Banner, allowing Banner to have his first shelter.
The old monk might not have any special or extraordinary abilities, but he was old and had seen many things. Perhaps he had the ability to see through people's minds.
He could see some worries lurking under Banner's gentle smile.
He found Banner and sat quietly on the steps outside Dr. Banner's office, not caring about the moisture left on the steps by the rain last night.
"Good evening, Banner." The old monk greeted Banner in a slow tone. He smiled, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper.
"Good evening, Pika (the name of the old monk)." Banner bowed to the old monk. Regardless of whether he believed in Buddhism or not, he at least knew how to respect the beliefs of others.
The old monk patted the steps next to him and gestured for Banner to sit next to him. Banner's head moved slightly, but he still sat next to the old monk.
"Don't you need to recite scriptures tonight?" Banner looked at the old monk and asked with a smile.
"Does the ringing of the bell affect your study at night?" The old monk asked.
Banner immediately shook his head and waved his hand and said, "No, no. Not at all. Please recite the scriptures. In fact, when you recite the scriptures, I feel very calm. It calms me down more than listening to any music. "
The old monk smiled and said, "Why aren't you calm?"
"Huh? This matter is very complicated. "Banner couldn't explain the problem of Hulk in his body.
The old monk stared at Banner for a while. Banner had been living with him for a while, so he had a certain understanding of Banner.
"Why can't you sleep well every night?" The old monk continued to ask.
Of course, it was because of Hulk, but Banner couldn't answer like this. He couldn't answer that there was a super monster in his body that might destroy the world if he didn't pay attention.
But the long-term loneliness made him want to find someone to despise, just like this old monk, a completely unrelated outsider. In this closed world, he didn't care about what happened outside. Maybe a Buddha statue and a few scriptures were good.
Banner explained everything about himself in a way. He had been lonely for too long and needed someone to talk to. "Do you know what it feels like to have a nightmare? Every time I dream in the middle of the night, I wake up scared by myself. "
The old monk asked, "Why?"
Banner said, "Because of killing, endless blood and endless anger. The broken city and all kinds of corpses imprisoned a beast in my heart. "
The old monk asked, "Is it very fierce?"
Banner said, "Very fierce!"
The old monk asked, "Have you tried to tame it?"
Banner said, "It can't be tamed."
The old monk asked, "Why do you think it can't be tamed?"
Banner said, "Because it's a beast."
The old monk smiled meaningfully. "Is it really a beast?"
Banner asked, "What do you mean?"
The old monk asked, "Why isn't it yourself?"
"Do you think the beast in you is just a beast, that it is independent? But why don't you think this beast is you? " “
Banner was slightly surprised. "What?"
The old monk pointed to his temple. "Do you know this venerable?"
Banner shook his head.
"Mahamayuri feeds on the ugliness of the world, but he is the most beautiful of the many Buddhist venerables. He is the one who devours poisonous insects, and he is also the one who delivers all living beings from suffering, "the old monk said.
"There are snakes and scorpions inside, and peacocks outside. Do you know? "The old monk asked Banner with a smile.
Banner was silent. He had never thought about it in this way. Did Hulk exist independently of him?
In fact, without Banner, there would be no Hulk (green).
Am I Hulk? Or am I Hulk?
For the first time in his life, Banner fell into such a dilemma. By the time he came back to his senses, the old monk had already left.
That was the first time Banner went to the woods behind the temple. He whispered, as if he were talking to someone nearby, "If you can hear me, can we come out and talk? The other me: Hulk. "
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