Chapter 5, Son of Buddha

The feeling of flying is truly wonderful

"Sir, could it be that you have forgotten everything from the past because Maitreya Buddha has possessed you for a moment?" Mr. Su's gaze slightly faltered as he avoided Zhu Dapeng's eyes, responding with a serious demeanor, "You are the leader of the Maitreya Sect's Great Wisdom Hall, secretly lurking in Xuzhou to develop followers and seek opportunities to expel the Tartars. I, along with Xiao Shisan, Sun San Shi Yi, Wu Er Shi Er, as well as Niu Da and Zhou Xiao Tie, are all your followers. Last night, taking advantage of the Red Turban Army's arrival outside the city, you decisively called upon Maitreya to possess you, leading us to rise up in Mulema Alley. I, along with Xiao Shisan, Sun San Shi Yi, Wu Er Shi Er, as well as Niu Da and Zhou Xiao Tie, are all your followers. Last night, taking advantage of the Red Turban Army's arrival outside the city, you decisively called upon Maitreya to possess you, leading us to rise up in Mulema Alley. We killed the officer Ma Hama who came to suppress us in the street, along with bowmen Li Cheng, Wang Jin, and five other soldiers, seven idle helpers, and over twenty looting deserters..."

During that time, he felt energetic in everything he did, always thinking about saving some money to buy a decent gift for his unborn nephew. Being an uncle is looked down upon, but the nephew is sure to achieve great things and live a fulfilling life

From then on, he could no longer accept his sister's touch. Even during the festive seasons, he could only walk to the back door of the inspector's residence and greet his sister through the crack in the door. Then, under the disdainful gazes of the servants, he would receive a pair of cloth shoes and several sets of foot garments made by his sister.

The white light from the sky enveloped cars, computers, the internet, and the virtual world, colliding with the soul of eighty-one, erupting with a thunderous explosion, and then plunging into boundless darkness

Unlike the unfortunate soul mentioned by Mr. Su, who brought about the demise of his sister, nephew, and brother-in-law, this young man named Zhu Eighty-One is remarkably vibrant

Dead, so be it; apart from a straw mat, there is nothing else to possess

Watching helplessly as the bridal sedan chair entered the home of Lord Daruhua, the red door slammed shut, separating the inside from the outside into two distinct worlds

The shrew sent her child to steal meat bones, turning a blind eye; after all, it is just a few bones. Who doesn't eat them?

Seeing him in a posture of unwavering integrity, Zhu Dapeng couldn't help but chuckle in disbelief. After laughing, his anger dissipated. Helplessly shaking his head, he quickly walked to the desk. He picked up the teapot on the table and gulped it down mouth to mouth.

Darkness, boundless darkness

On the way home, the small jailers from the yamen rushed out and knocked him to the ground. They splashed dirty water on him and insulted him, saying that a toad wishes to eat swan meat

A green seedling suddenly emerged from the darkness, thriving!

Zhu Laonian was very happy, even though the inspector's brother-in-law had never treated him well. However, with the arrival of the boy, his sister's position in the inspector's family was secured; at least she would not be driven out in her old age, left without food or shelter

The delinquents took the meat without paying, showing no intention to argue about it

At that moment, Zhu Bashiyi saw himself finally take flight, no longer bound by the mundane world, and no longer paying heed to the clamor of humanity

It is unknown how much time has passed, perhaps a moment, perhaps tens of millions of years

Two streams of energy from different worlds intertwine, collide, destroy, and merge in the darkness

Mr. Su then nimbly jumped a few steps, his back pressed tightly against the wall, panting as he continued to plead, "I did not know, I did not know your preferences beforehand, so I did not dare to make any arbitrary arrangements. I will go now and see if there are any young servants in the courtyard, and invite one over to serve you!"

Every day he buys pigs, slaughters pigs, and sells meat. Then he buys pigs again, slaughters pigs, sells meat, and continues this cycle without end. For him, the body has long become a cage, and whenever he leaves, there will be no regrets.

In his dreams, Zhu Dapeng saw a stubborn young man, surnamed Zhu, named Eighty-One, with the nickname Zhu Laonian.

Cold water must be used, regardless of the weather or season. Even in the depths of winter, it remains the same

For the vagrant Zhu Bashiyi, the inspector is akin to heaven. He is unable to seek justice for his sister, and he cannot even inquire about the cause of her death.

Having experienced the collisions and fusions within the dream, he has gradually accepted his new identity and the tragic fate of Zhu Bashi. Just as he intended to prop himself up with his hands to rise and find a mirror to see what his new form looks like, he inadvertently noticed that the sleeves at his wrists were entirely different from the memories of both worlds.

That seedling is called a dream

The young man was robust, with dark skin and a dull expression, yet Zhu Dapeng felt as if he had known this person for many years, experiencing a genuine sense of familiarity from the bottom of his heart

"Did I wear it again?" Zhu Dapeng was taken aback for a moment, then quickly jumped out of bed, looking around barefoot. "This time it seems the treatment is quite good! At least it's a wealthy family!"

However, that shade of green was personally delivered by Mr. Li to the residence of Lord Daruhuaqi. She is Mr. Li's biological daughter, married to a Mongolian old man over sixty years old; how could he bear to do such a thing

However, before she could save enough money, her sister's body was sent out from the inspector's house. One body, two lives, it was said to be due to difficult labor. Yet, Zhu Laonian clearly saw purple and blue bruises on her sister's neck and wrists.

The entire chaotic world suddenly became bright

Just as I was secretly feeling pleased, an annoying face suddenly appeared before me. Mr. Su, with a beaming smile, asked in a flattering tone: "Has the esteemed Buddha awakened? Do you require a cleansing and a change of clothes? I will call for a maid right away! Qiu Jiu—!"

My sister is gone, and my enemies are also dead. Zhu Baishi has no more attachments in this world.

The clothing is made of a very fine fabric. Zhu Dapeng could not discern its texture, yet he knew its value must be considerable. Looking down closely, he noticed the large wooden bed beneath him, the silk pillow under his head, and the desk by the window, which was intricately carved with exquisite patterns. Each item, one after another, exuded an air of wealth from within.

Ah, ah! Although Mr. Su did not understand why his entire family had turned to glass, he could guess from Zhu Dapeng's expression that it had indeed been a misunderstanding. He quickly responded in a low voice, inching his way toward the edge of the bed. However, his backside remained firmly against the wall, ready to stick to it at any moment, refusing to yield.

Pity? ! '' Zhu Dapeng was momentarily taken aback, releasing his grip and looking up and down in surprise. He truly could not understand where the seemingly refined Mr. Su, now dressed in scholarly attire, was lacking in sophistication.

I am Zhu Laonian, a pig butcher. I have been learning to slaughter pigs since I was eight years old, following my master to gut pigs, remove their hair, and wash their intestines, without a break throughout the year. If I do not perform well, I would be beaten by my master. Even if I do well, it merely means an extra spoonful of lard in the meals

The master is a drunkard, childless and without family, and he does not particularly like his only disciple. Every day, he forces him to work tirelessly, and if things do not go well, he immediately resorts to physical violence.

Let it be a bit rough; at least it looks stronger than the hands from the previous life. In chaotic times, having a bit more strength means having one more chance to survive. Hands that play the piano can only starve to death. Embracing a mindset of going with the flow, Zhu Dapeng comforts himself.

One day, the sister told herself that she was pregnant and it might be a boy

He subconsciously glanced at his hands, which were large and rough, covered with calluses. The knuckles were noticeably thicker than those of an average person, a result of years of labor in cold water, causing the tendons inside to become deformed. In the memories of his previous life, however, his fingers were slender and long, having only played the piano and tapped on a keyboard.

He did not dare to fight back, nor did he dare to plead for mercy. He loathed himself, wondering why he could only be a toad. Why would there never be a day when he could soar to the clouds? Even if it were just for a fleeting moment, it would surpass a thousand or ten thousand years.

Life suddenly brightened, and Zhu Bashiyi began to work hard to earn money and save, hoping that one day he could permanently preserve that touch of green

Fortunately, heaven has eyes; last year, that inspector suddenly broke his neck while falling, dying in a most tragic manner

However, the elder sister was forcibly taken back to the mansion by the inspector to become a concubine. That inspector is over fifty years old, even older than Zhu Ba's grandfather, who was swept away by the flood.

The Tai Sui clashes with the sun, causing upheaval in the world

His fate is equally fraught with difficulties

Until one day, a gentle shade of green appeared in the boy's eyes

"What do I need a servant for?" Zhu Dapeng was initially bewildered, but soon his square face turned a deep shade of liver color. "You are the one who is fragile, your whole family is fragile! I only asked you to inquire about a few matters, why are you hiding so far away? Hurry up and come over here!"

In all his memories, the only warmth in Zhu Bashi's recollections is the hand of his sister

On the day of the wedding, Zhu Laonian followed the bridal sedan chair, passing through one street after another

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"Master Buddha, please be careful not to let the tea cool down!" Mr. Su quickly interjected, fearing to offend the Buddha in front of him. He watched anxiously as Zhu Dapeng finished the entire pot of cold tea, before taking the teapot with both hands and softly added, "If you wish to have some water, simply ring the bell by the bedside. You are a precious being, and if anything were to happen, we would not be able to bear the consequences"

Chopping firewood, carrying water, washing pots, tying up pigs, cleaning excrement and blood stains, washing pig intestines

However, why is the evening sunlight so dazzling? What is that flying against the evening sun? Is it the legendary Tai Sui?

Pig intestines must be washed with cold water; hot water will leave the smell of pig feces in the intestines. In contrast, cold water can make the intestines clean and smooth, while also retaining the unique fragrance of the internal organs

My status is equivalent to that of a household servant

Zhu Laonian endured time and again

Wait! Zhu Dapeng quickly stepped forward and grabbed Mr. Su's collar.

When Zhu Dapeng awoke from his dream once again, the time was already approaching noon. Sunlight filtered through the light green gauze window, casting warm ripples of green on the floor coated with tung oil

Mr. Su was taken aback, and the latter part of his sentence instantly caught in his throat. Blushing, he waved his hands and desperately retreated, "My lord, my lord, please show mercy. I, I am but a crude and lowly body, truly, truly unworthy of your kindness."

Mr. Archer Li came to the door, making all sorts of difficulties

"A body worth ten thousand gold? When did I become so precious? And what is this about being called a Buddha's child?" Zhu Dapeng murmured softly while savoring the sweetness of the tea. Since his journey through time, this had become his most common way of speaking. Many things were difficult to get used to, so he could only passively accept them while continuing to dig deeper into the truth.