Good Man Operation Guide

Chapter 142: Holy Monk (3)

Young Master Hu, without his sword, was like a toothless tiger.

He no longer spoke harshly or acted cool. Looking around, it seemed that nobody noticed his embarrassing moment just now. He quietly put his hand down and quickly strolled up the stairs.

Young Master Hu had been able to survive in the Jianghu for such a long time, not only because of his skill with the sword but also because of his adaptability.

What should I do if I can’t win?

Call for reinforcements!

“Master! There’s a troublemaker downstairs. Hurry up and subdue him!”

The monk sitting by the window closed his eyes and remained silent, clearly indicating that he wouldn’t interfere.

However, despite his indifference, the magnificent and radiant appearance of the monk still attracted the attention of a crowd downstairs.

The common people who had been crying and pleading because their children were taken away unintentionally glanced up and saw the monk sitting calmly with his eyes closed, as if he was completely detached from the chaos below.

As mentioned earlier, Master Shiheng had a good appearance. His face was charming, his features were like a painting, and the proportions of his facial features were just right.

When others sat silently, it seemed dull, but when Master Shiheng sat like that, it exuded confidence.

In this world filled with chivalry and righteousness, ordinary people were already accustomed to seeing martial artists who would draw their swords and come to the rescue when villains appeared.

And now, they obviously mistook the monk upstairs for a martial artist.

The group of common people below suddenly had a gleam in their eyes, as if they had witnessed the descent of a Buddha. They immediately fell to their knees with a thud, prostrating themselves.

“Master! Please save us!!”

Young Master Hu, who was used to being begged for help only when he stepped forward, scratched his head in confusion.

Could it really be an issue of appearance?

While he pondered this untimely thought, the villain who had kidnapped a child was also drawn to the pleas of the common people. He looked up and his expression turned ferocious.

“You bald donkey! Which temple do you belong to, daring to offend me!”

Young Master Hu:... Wait a minute, Master Shiheng remained silent from beginning to end!

However, the villain didn’t need the monk above to speak at all. He was just pleased to have captured two people to kill, whether it was the child or a

passerby monk, as long as there was someone to kill.

With this in mind, the villain carried the crying child in his hand and ascended the stairs, kicking open the door.

“You bald donkey, today I’ll make sure you, old man...”

He looked at the young and handsome face of the monk who had turned to face him, and for a moment, he was taken aback.

The Jianghu was treacherous, and generally, temples don’t allow young monks to wander around, lest they be captured by some female demon to practice some evil arts. Therefore, the monks who venture out are mostly older and highly skilled.

The villain downstairs had just seen the back of a head and a monk’s robe, so he was completely convinced that it was an old monk.

Who would have thought that there was such a good-looking and young monk in the Jianghu?

Young Master Hu looked at the bewildered villain and added his own internal monologue.

This is truly embarrassing.

When navigating the Jianghu, one hod to rely on their thick skin.

The villain quickly forgot about the previous incident, smirked, and pointed at the young monk in front of him, “Little bald donkey, do you want to meddle in my affairs?”

“Tell me your name, so that I don’t kill someone without knowing who they are.”

Shiheng slowly stood up with a calm expression.

“Amitabha.”

“I am known as Shiheng. May I have the pleasure of knowing benefactor’s name?”

“Shiheng?”

The villain furrowed his brow, feeling that the name sounded familiar.

On the side, Young Master Hu, who was completely ignored, also felt a sense of familiarity.

Just take a look at this appearance.

Narrowed eyes, sausage lips, a nose that points towards the sky, large ears, and that wild and unrestrained hairstyle, along with the jet-black complexion and the stiff hairs on his legs that could be used as needles.

The wicked man lifted his eyes.

And he saw such a scene.

The monk had a fair complexion, his eyes devoid of sorrow or joy, but his lips curved slightly, revealing a smile that seemed eerie to him.

Behind the monk, the child whose limbs he had clearly broken was floating in mid-air, glaring at him with hatred.

“Oh my god!! Ghost!!”

Young Master Hu held the child and looked at the wicked man, who had just been arrogant, running away in a panic.

He muttered to the monk, “Master, what’s wrong with the people in the Jianghu? Each one is more bizarre than the last.”

The wicked man ran very fast. He was skilled in qinggong skills; otherwise, he wouldn’t have escaped from Young Master Hu’s sword a few years ago. With swift movements, he reached the riverside.

(TNote: qinggong = martial arts ability to move swiftly and lightly at superhuman speed, and perform gravity-defying moves.)

As long as he got on a boat, he could continue to roam freely in the future, with the sky high above and the sea vast below.

However, when he reached the riverside, he didn’t see any boats.

But it was still fine. He ran fast, and the pursuers wouldn’t be able to catch up for a while. He just needed to wait a bit longer.

“Amitabha.”

In the next moment, a compassionate Buddhist chant resounded behind the wicked man.

He froze, trembling, and turned around.

But what he saw in front of him was a white-robed monk with picturesque features, eyes devoid of sorrow or joy.

“Benefactor, the sea of suffering is boundless...”

“F*ck your nonsense!!”

“What boundless sea of bitterness? It’s all fabricated by you bald donkeys to scare people! Even if I commit all sorts of evil deeds, so what?!! The fact proves that good people don’t live long, while bad people live for a thousand years. Look at Hu Shao, the young master of the Hu family. He was so glorious a few years ago, but what happened? There’s no such thing as karmic retribution in this world! The underworld and judgment are all fake!”

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something and smirked in satisfaction.

“I remember now, you bald donkeys are forbidden to kill, right? You have to rely on people like us to make a name for yourselves. Even if you catch me, you won’t kill me. Instead, you’ll send me to the authorities to persuade us to do good. Let me tell you the truth, I’ve taken dozens of lives with these hands of mine. What can you do about it? You people, just wait. When I escape, I’ll slaughter all the monasteries and temples in the world!”

“Amitabha, Benefactor, you’ve misunderstood.”

Lin Shiheng recited a Buddhist chant, his voice devoid of joy or sorrow, “This humble monk believes he doesn’t possess the ability to save all the evildoers in the world.”

“Then what’s the point of your grand aspiration?”

The white-robed monk smiled lightly, “Although this humble monk may lack such ability, perhaps King Yama does.”

(TNote: In Chinese and Japanese Buddhism, Yama is regarded os the king of hell who judges and determines the rewards and punishments of the dead.)

“Saving all the evildoers is the job of King Yama. I’m just a well-meaning person, merely sending the donor to meet King Yama.”

The evildoer was startled, abruptly turning around.

“What do you mean? Aren’t you a monk? How can a monk take lives?”

When Young Master Hu arrived, he happened to see Lin Shiheng facing the evildoer and giving him a shallow smile.

“Benefactor, the sea of bitterness is boundless, but there is a shore to turn to.”

After saying that, the monk on the shore kicked the evildoer into the sea of bitterness with one foot.

“Amitabha.”

“Since the Benefactor wishes to sink in the sea of bitterness, this humble monk is powerless.”

Watching the evildoer struggling and crying for help in the water, the white-robed monk seemed to have some realization. He lowered his head, fingered his prayer beads, and smiled compassionately.

“As long as this humble monk is sincere, no matter how wicked a person may be, there will come a day when they can be transformed.”

— “Save... gurgle.”

The monk stood by the calm river, his heart filled with emotion, and let out a smile.

“I sense the Benefactor has goodwill, this humble monk appreciates it.”

“When you reach the bottom, remember to cultivate good deeds.”