After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

The colorful fireworks in the sky bloomed brilliantly in Ye Xiaowu's bright and clear eyes.

She watched the fireworks.

He looked at her.

Fireworks are dazzling, but short-lived. After the noise and splendor, the moment they go out, what comes next is deeper darkness and silence.

This is the highest mountain in Nanyang, overlooking the entire medium-sized Nanyang. The Jing'en Temple on the top of the mountain is very popular during the day, but there are no pilgrims at night. Only one or two monks in monk robes can be seen occasionally meditating at night. The temple is lit with orange dim light and is quiet and solemn.

Ye Xiaowu did not believe in Buddhism, but adhering to the belief that "since we are already here" engraved in the blood of the Chinese people, he wanted to burn incense and make a wish.

Xiao Yan pulled her into his arms and teased her lightly, "Do you want the Buddha to bless you to leave this damn place quickly?"

"..."

Damn, I don’t know if he is illiterate, but I guess he studied psychology and is a postdoctoral fellow in psychology.

Ye Xiaowu was always eloquent and changed the subject calmly: "Why don't you want to do the exclusive product business with Su Cha? Is it because you are afraid?"

He sneered: "Do I look like someone who would be scared?"

Does that mean you have a bottom line? Three views?

Actually, none of them.

He walks between right and wrong, doing all kinds of risky businesses. It doesn't really matter to him whether there are more or less of them.

Seeing the obvious curiosity in her eyes, and that she was clearly interested in his affairs, Xiao Yan curled his lips and smiled: "I am a bad guy, but bad guys also have things they want to do and things they don't want to do."

White has its own rules, and likewise, black has its own rules.

It's not bad people who break the rules, but rotten maggots.

He is bad, not rotten.

Ye Xiaowu raised his eyes and looked at him: "So opening an orphanage is what you want to do?"

There was a hint of obscurity in Xiao Yan's eyes, as if there was another reason behind this matter, but because it was too painful, he didn't want to mention it.

He just frowned slightly and said impatiently: "If you don't go in to pray and make a wish, then go home and play the piano."

Playing the piano...

She pulled him towards the inner hall of the temple and said, "Since we are here, it is always a good idea to worship Buddha and burn some incense to accumulate merit for ourselves."

He followed her lazily, "Ye Xiaowu, Buddha probably won't bother to pay attention to someone like you who keeps talking nonsense."

Of course, the Buddha would not pay any attention to him.

The two of them going to worship Buddha was as blind as going to the airport to wait for a ship.

Ye Xiaowu has a unique way of thinking. "If the Buddha ignores me, I will pray to the Bodhisattva."

Please pray to Buddha to let her leave this damn place as soon as possible.

Xiao Yan: “…”

She knelt in front of the temple, burned incense, made a wish, and kowtowed three times. She looked extremely pious and serious.

Xiao Yan stood aside, neither burning incense nor kneeling, with a defiant look on his face, and just said leisurely: "The Buddha said that all beings are equal, but foolish people in the world still come to kowtow three times and nine times. If we are all equal, why bother to worship the Buddha?"

Before Ye Xiaowu got up from the mat, a serious voice came from behind him.

"Donor, what you said is wrong. Buddha has no form. When people kowtow to Buddha, they are both kneeling and not kneeling to Buddha. They usually ask Buddha for help when they are really powerless to do something. What they kneel to is the belief in the impossible."

Xiao Yan's voice was dull and indifferent: "Will the Buddha care?"

If the Buddha were willing to help, there would be no hell on earth like Nanyang, and there would be no orphans with tragic life stories like Xiao Mazi and Xiao Taozi.

To put it bluntly, praying to Buddha is useless and is nothing but self-deceptive consolation.

Heaven is unfair and treats all things as straw dogs.

Buddha or Bodhisattva, sitting high on a platform, accepting people's worship with peace of mind, but ignoring people's suffering.

What is the way of heaven, what is Buddha, what is Bodhisattva.

It's all bullshit.

He only believes in fighting evil with fists and bullets.

The monk was neither annoyed nor angry. He just looked at Xiao Yan gently and smiled compassionately: "The Buddha has no form, and his six senses are pure. Naturally, he will not interfere with the karma and reincarnation of mortals. If he intervenes, he is not a Buddha."

Xiao Yan was not surprised by this. He kicked Ye Xiaowu's high heels and said in a disrespectful tone, "Did you hear me? It's better to pray to me than to the Buddha or the Bodhisattva. I am more effective than them."

If she was treated unfairly, he would seek redress for her.

If she wanted to get rich, he would give her money.

This guy is really crazy.

Ye Xiaowu shuddered, and after making a wish, he stood up and whispered, "The master is still here, you should hold back your murderous aura, or else the Bodhisattva will show up and make you suffer."

Of course, if the Bodhisattva really showed up and made Xiao Yan look bad, she would clap and cheer non-stop.

It’s a pity that the Bodhisattva did not appear and did not send her back to Country C.

He looked down at her with a sly smile, "I'd like to ask the Bodhisattva to show his power and see which one is more powerful, it or my gun."

"..."

This is really a life-threatening thing. When it comes to Xiao Yan, all feudal superstitions become absolute nothingness.

Ye Xiaowu was a timid person. He stretched out his hand to ask Xiao Yan for money, "I don't have any change. Can you lend me some?"

The clothes she wore had no pockets, so naturally she didn't have any money.

Xiao Yan took out his wallet from his pocket.

Ye Xiaowu said: "Give me a few more."

She took the money, ran to the donation box to donate it, and then bowed sincerely with her eyes closed and her hands clasped together.

Silently thinking in my heart——

Bodhisattva, these are US dollars. Please bless me to return home safely. From now on, I will worship you with US dollars every day.

The monk glanced at the Buddhist beads on Xiao Yan's right wrist and asked, "Why do you wear Buddhist beads when you don't believe in Buddhism?"

This donor, with a gun on his waist, is full of rage and murderous intent, a man who doesn't care about his own life.

It was not unusual for him to be standing in the temple. In Nanyang, there were many people who killed gods and worshipped Buddha, but it was rare to find someone as disrespectful as him.

Xiao Yan pursed his lips, his voice meaningless: "I wear the Buddha beads and kill people, not to seek safety for myself, but to provoke the Buddha. If it sits on the high platform and opens its eyes to answer any prayer, I will give up killing."

The monk shook his head but smiled: "Even if they are evil, all living beings are equal and will receive their own retribution. Why should you, the donor, hold a butcher's knife and interfere with the karma of others? Everyone in the world has their own sufferings to endure. If you interfere with the karma of others too much, your hands will be stained with blood and you will definitely receive retribution."

So, he shouldn't have saved the little pockmarked boy who was addicted to drugs from birth, nor should he have taken in so many orphans.

He deserves to die for interfering in other people's karma.

He sneered, nonchalantly: "Why don't you ask the Buddha to show his power and send me to heaven as soon as possible."

What retribution of life and death? If he believed in that, he would have died long ago.

The monk said earnestly: "Donor, you don't care about life and death, so how can you be punished by life and death? The world is abnormal. The less you fear death, the longer you will live."

He mocked, his voice cold: "If you are not afraid of death, how can you punish me? Old monk, you can fool Ye Xiaowu who is afraid of death with these words, but I think you are the one who is not afraid of death."

The monk did not show any fear. He only gave Ye Xiaowu, who was standing beside him, a meaningful look and said to Xiao Yan, "Retribution will only come to you for what you care about the most. Naturally, there will be no retribution for what you don't care about."

A lot of rambling.

Xiao Yan didn't have the patience to continue talking to the old monk, so he turned around and asked Ye Xiaowu, "Are you okay?"

Ye Xiaowu nodded quickly and followed Xiao Yan away.

She walked behind, and when she passed by the monk, she clasped her hands together and bowed repeatedly: "Master, I'm sorry, sorry, it's his business if he doesn't respect Buddha. I still believe in and respect Buddha. When you punish him, don't take me with you."

The monk also bowed to her and said, "Since the female donor has come, we will welcome her."

Ye Xiaowu didn't think much about it, he just smiled and said, "Anzhi, Anzhi, goodbye, Master."

"Ye Xiaowu!"

The man in front got impatient and waited for her to come closer, then he pulled her away.

The monk vaguely heard the male donor arrogantly say: "This broken temple was built by a few black old ghosts from Southeast Asia with guilty consciences. What is there to believe in? Tell me what wish you just made. I will fulfill it for you if I am in a good mood."