A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 206: What About Thirty Years?

"Chase!"

"Don't let him get away!!"

".........."

In the mountains, a disheveled figure was fleeing in all directions.

It was Hou Tianlai.

Hou Tianlai never imagined things would blow up like this.

Lacking cultivation talent since childhood, Hou Tianlai had no choice but to rely on demonic techniques to cultivate.

A few years ago, he did slaughter a village.

But his father pulled some strings to cover it up.

Which made him act even more recklessly.

In the end, Hou Tianlai was just a spoiled young master.

Right now, he was completely panicked.

The Hou Residence had actually been surrounded by the Demon Suppression Bureau.

"Father, Mother!"

"D**n it, didn’t they say Aunt is a concubine in the royal palace? No one would dare touch our family?

Now I kill a few people and the whole house is surrounded......"

Suddenly, Hou Tianlai remembered a letter left by his mother.

He quickly opened it—there was only one line of writing.

Go to Zhenya Temple.

"........."

"Zhenya Temple? What kind of place is that?"

Zhang Haoran frowned.

His deputy explained, "Zhenya Temple holds a special status. There’s only one monk, but he has a unique position. They say he’s a disciple from the Western Buddha Kingdom."

Zhang Haoran was already standing at the entrance to Zhenya Temple, looking up.

There stood Hou Tianlai, now with a shaved head, palms pressed together, chanting ‘Amitabha.’

Zhang Haoran was stunned. What the hell?

Tonsured and ordained as a monk?

Hou Tianlai was glaring at Zhang Haoran with hatred.

It really didn’t match his current look.

"Hou Tianlai, you’re suspected of cultivating demonic techniques and slaughtering innocent people. Come with me."

As he finished, someone moved forward to seize Hou Tianlai.

"Amitabha!"

At that moment, someone recited the Buddha's name loudly.

An old monk emerged, saying, "Since this benefactor has already laid down the butcher’s knife and entered my Buddhist sect, the past is considered over."

Zhang Haoran frowned. "Master, that’s easy for you to say. But this man’s hands are soaked in blood. He still must be punished."

The old monk shook his head. "Now that he has entered the gate of emptiness, he is detached from the mortal world. Benefactor, please don’t cling to this. He has joined my Buddhist sect."

"Entering the Buddhist sect absolves all debts?" Zhang Haoran said coldly. "This man has committed countless atrocities, slaughtered a whole village of over a hundred people."

"Amitabha. His cultivation has already been abolished by this poor monk. From now on, he shall live peacefully as a monk," the old monk said calmly.

"Becoming a monk means starting over? What about all those he killed?"

"Amitabha. Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. Benefactor, you still haven’t grasped the essence of the Buddha's teachings," the old monk said serenely.

Zhang Haoran sneered, repeating "Fine" three times.

"Fine! Fine! Fine! Bring me the crossbow."

Let’s see if your sudden enlightenment is more convincing than my crossbow.

The deputy immediately stopped Zhang Haoran.

"Lord Commander, please wait!"

Zhang Haoran thought he was going to say something to dissuade him again and wasn’t planning to listen.

Who knew the deputy would say, "According to the law established between Great Sui and Zhenya Temple, once someone enters the Buddhist sect, their past crimes are not pursued!!"

Zhang Haoran frowned. "What kind of b*llshit law is that!?"

The deputy’s expression shifted. "It was established by His Majesty and Zhenya Temple. Over the years, quite a few heinous criminals have escaped to Zhenya Temple and become monks."

Zhang Haoran laughed in disbelief. "He really is saving all beings. Of course, none of the victims were his family. That bald old b*stard!!"

Zhang Haoran cursed loudly, making no effort to hold back.

The old monk’s expression didn’t change.

Hou Tianlai, meanwhile, was looking at Zhang Haoran with a provocative expression, like he was saying: What are you gonna do? Kill me if you can!

Zhang Haoran gritted his teeth. "Master, how do you know this person is truly devout? Or that all those past criminals were? Isn’t what you’re doing just helping them escape justice?"

The old monk pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. The Buddha teaches letting go.

It is a form of wisdom—to accept the hardships and injustices of life.

To resolve problems through tolerance and forgiveness, not slaughter. Killing can never solve anything."

"Fine! You’re great, you win."

Zhang Haoran glared at Hou Tianlai with killing intent, then turned and left.

Hou Tianlai felt a chill down his spine and glared viciously at Zhang Haoran’s departing back.

"Amitabha."

The old monk recited again.

Zhang Haoran followed suit mockingly.

With a cold face, Zhang Haoran walked on the path back to the magistrate office.

His deputy tried to console him, "Lord Commander, Hou Tianlai’s cultivation has already been abolished. In this life, he can only be an ordinary man. Becoming a monk is already punishment enough."

Zhang Haoran said nothing.

"........."

After Zhang Haoran left.

Hou Tianlai followed behind the old monk.

"Amitabha. Your cultivation has been removed. Tonight, you must leave this place. Your mother has already arranged a way out for you."

"Thank you, Master, thank you!" Hou Tianlai thanked repeatedly.

Spending his life as a monk? He’d rather die.

"It’s only because your mother was an old acquaintance of mine that I’m saving you. I hope you truly turn over a new leaf from now on."

Hou Tianlai nodded and promised repeatedly.

When midnight came, he slipped out through the back door of the temple.

The night wind howled.

His foot landed on the stone steps, and suddenly his expression changed.

A shadow shot up from the ground.

The black figure spread five fingers and slammed Hou Tianlai’s head to the ground.

"You...you.."

Hou Tianlai’s eyes widened in horror as he stared at the man who appeared before him.

A twisted smile appeared on Zhang Haoran’s handsome face.

"Hehe!!"

"You really thought I’d just let you go?"

He reversed his grip on the hilt and raised the blade high.

The cold moonlight made Zhang Haoran’s face even darker.

Hou Tianlai panicked, "Wait...wait, you can’t kill me. I’m a disciple of the Buddha."

"Then I’ll send you to meet him!"

A flash of the blade.

Splat!

Blood sprayed everywhere.

Zhang Haoran’s body was thrown backward, his long blade falling to the ground.

"Amitabha!!"

The old monk chanted the Buddha’s name as he appeared on the stone steps.

"Pu!"

Zhang Haoran spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, feeling like his organs had shifted out of place.

The old monk’s cultivation was far above his.

And that sneak attack gave Zhang Haoran no chance to fight back.

"Benefactor, why persist in your obsession? You harm others and torment yourself."

Zhang Haoran wiped the blood from his mouth. "Old monk, you sure are merciful."

"My Buddha is merciful!"

"And what right does your Buddha have to forgive the murderer instead of the victims?"

The old monk stepped forward and said calmly:

"Amitabha. Benefactor, you still haven’t grasped the Dharma. Clinging to delusions will only harm yourself."

Zhang Haoran sneered, "Old monk, you're all sanctimonious. Didn't you say he’d spend his life chanting sutras and being a vegetarian? So why was he sneaking out the back?"

"Chanting and vegetarianism need not be confined to one place."

"And what if he kills again in the future?"

"He won’t."

"You sure?"

"No!" the old monk said with full confidence.

"Then what gives you the right to forgive him?"

The old monk said, "All is Buddha's Dharma."

Hou Tianlai, terrified, clung to the old monk. "Master, save me. He’s trying to kill me."

"Alright, alright."

Zhang Haoran struggled to his feet.

He felt like if he kept talking to this guy, he'd die from rage.

Facing the moonlight, Zhang Haoran looked at the old monk. "Old monk, just wait. I’ll be back for you!"

The old monk’s expression didn’t change, and the corner of his mouth even revealed a barely noticeable smile.

"How about this, benefactor—this poor monk will make an agreement with you for three years.

Three years from now, let’s see if you have the ability to convince me.

Of course, force counts too.

With such obsession, you won’t advance far on the path of cultivation. Only by letting go can you achieve the Great Dao."

"Three years... fine. Fine. Just you wait..."

Zhang Haoran picked up his sword and turned away, dragging his heavily injured body.

Hou Tianlai said, "Master, kill him. He wants to kill me! He’ll come for you in three years too."

The old monk slightly shook his head. "What about thirty years?"

Hou Tianlai forced a smile. "Master, I’d better not go down the mountain for now."

"Then stay with this poor monk for a while. You can go down later."

Hou Tianlai nodded repeatedly like a pecking chicken.

"............"

Three days later.

Zhenya Temple.

The old monk walked toward the bell tower as usual. freёnovelkiss-com

The thick wooden mallet hanging in the bell tower, swung by his arm, struck the massive bronze bell with force.

"Dong——"

A deep and sonorous bell tone rang out.

After three rings.

The old monk suddenly turned his head.

And saw a figure walking toward him in the morning light.

Li Xuanxiao held Hou Tianlai’s head in one hand and casually tossed it in front of the old monk.

"Old monk, I’m f***ing here!!!"

The old monk’s expression changed, voice growing hoarse.

"Benefactor, you... who are you?"

"......."

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