Chapter 97：

Its momentum is like a wave, like a wave, but the monk stays still like the sun shining across the river.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Gilgamesh yelled, the magic power was continuously injected, and with the output of the deviance sword, he launched an impact on the monk.

At this time, the monk moved.

The seal of his right hand was slightly changed, and his palm gently stretched out, easily breaking through the magic cannon of the Deviated Sword, and slowly hitting Gilgamesh's chest.

Gilgamesh's face changed, and he hurriedly took out dozens of legendary shields from the [King’s Treasury] and blocked them in front of him.

However--

"Crack, crack, crack—"

The palm of the monk's hand is like the most indestructible blade in the world. It is so slow but easy to smash these shields, and it is as simple as piercing a layer of white paper.

Finally, gently and slowly, it hit Gilgamesh's chest.

"Boom—"

Gilgamesh was shot out like a meteor, and fell heavily on the rock wall.

With a "click", the ribs were directly broken, and the chest collapsed.

"Puff—"

Spit blood at the mouth.

This palm is too heavy!

The shield was easily torn, the ribs were broken, and the internal organs were all torn apart, as if he was about to die again in the next moment.

However, the king's pride and the evil deeds that must be completed let Gilgamesh support. Even though he was embarrassed, he didn't want to fall down.

"Do you want me to kneel? You--, actually want the king to kneel to you--!?" Gilgamesh was furious.

However, the monk's demeanor was still peaceful and unmoved.

"I have no idea who you are. This king knows who you are. I really didn't expect that even those who reach the truth in the world will come here!" Gilgamesh sneered.

"Dependent arising is going to die, and predestined life is empty. Donors, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore." said the monk.

Gilgamesh asked: "What is the shore? What is the sea of ​​suffering?"

The monk said: "The world of various states is a sea of ​​bitterness, and you can go ashore when you see through the red dust."

Gilgamesh asked: "If the world were to go ashore, where would they find a sea of ​​suffering? Where would they find a shore?"

The monk said: "There are all kinds of people in the world. There are all kinds of things in the world, and there are all kinds of things in the world. How can you be born into the world from the sea and the shore?"

"What a bitter sea, what a shore! Hahahahahahaha!"

Gilgamesh sneered bitterly. Sarcastically. This so-called sea of ​​bitterness, the so-called shore. It was like laughing at the god's law that Qili was studying.

"What's the difference between your so-called relief method and the king's hybrid inhumanism? Good and evil are divided, relieving the good and abandoning the evil. But have you saviors ever thought that good is human, and evil is also human? There are few pure good ones, and few pure evil ones. The most in the world is the **** who exists both good and evil! What you are looking for is not the awakening of human beings, but the judgment of good and evil! Just for purity Good, and abandon the human nature of pure evil and the balance of good and evil! Those of you who are alienated, have chosen a few people and abandon the majority of human beings. You--, the power of the king is involved!"

Gilgamesh said with a disgusted face: "Monk-your mercy is false mercy!"

"All aspects are vain. If you see all aspects, you will see the Tathagata." said the monk.

"Is this what you ruled? What you love, but inhuman!" Gilgamesh said: "Bonglets are hateful. But I have to say that this king loves them. To love them, you must Understand them, their strength, their weakness, their beauty, their ugliness. If you don’t understand the pros and cons, if you don’t accept these two things, how can you talk about love? Your relief method is just falling in love Good, forsake sin. For those who are outsiders, don’t stop me! The one you block is the king of men!"

"If the donor goes, please feel free. Just don't forget the way back alone. The way up the mountain and the way down the mountain is the same." said the monk.

Gilgamesh's body shook, and he turned to look at the monk sternly. His eyes did not see through the monk, but the monk saw him through.

"Clenched fist, hand is empty. Open fist, hand is full. Donor respects himself." The monk said, closing his eyes.

Gilgamesh took a deep look at the monk, and then left with the tumbling black mud.

He was seen through by him.

But what about this?

From the day he was a child, he decided that he must go down this road. Rage-ridden, loneliness is often accompanied, no one understands, so what?

At least "he" is still "his" friend.

The best friend, the true only friend.

You say this is loneliness?

But why not?

Shelf testimonials

Thank you everyone for staying with me till now, thank you Orange for your great help, thank all the authors and friends who have been py...Finally, thank you for being able to stay here.

It will be on shelves tomorrow at ten o'clock~!

Say something~!

Say it well, don't interrupt~! (Bun face)

I have read every comment and post from the time I published the book. To be honest, my heart is a bit cold, but since I have written it like this, it is understandable.

Just one thing, I must clarify...I am a gentle author. Super gentle~! (Seriously bun face)

I wrote this book, I just thought it was fun at first, and I didn't write it too seriously.

Just like the second chapter of the first chapter you saw, it is written for fun, funny and daily, by the way, add a system, ridicule the followers, play some stalks, and chaotically enter some worlds to extend the life of the text. Isn't it beautiful?

Even if I start to write seriously later, the first dozen chapters are almost to the level of nonsense...This also makes me have to start to make up the pit little by little later.

As for why I started writing seriously, or writing in such an unpleasant direction...Is it love? Is it a responsibility? No. No, it's because someone spit out bad money!

Otherwise, who wants to do such a thankless thing!

Can you mix, why not mix?

So I wrote it seriously.

Yes, I was holding my breath. Don't underestimate people, I am 21 years old this year, even if I am full-time, I can still be willful for another half a year.

Then I started to change the outline overnight... the system? Get out! Random entry? Get out! XJB playing terrier? Get out! Routine? Get out! Handsome, I want to create a book full of my own personal imprint.

Probably the more I rubbed, the more excited I was, the more rubbed I was, the happier I was, so I kept singing bad news in the comments, and I kept spraying in the post...It's just that my heart is a little bit cold and I don't have any other feelings.