v8 Chapter 39： . I am Hulk, Hulk is me

Dr. Banner ’s small hospital occupies half of the small temple on the outskirts.

The small temple itself does not have a name, or it used to be, but because of the erosion of time, the plaque originally engraved with the name of the temple has been blurred.

The Buddha statue enshrined here is King Peacock Ming. This is a rare respecter in a country where Mahayana Buddhism is prevalent.

King Peacock Ming, a venerable person who feeds on the most ugly and poisonous things in the world, including the most ugly and poisonous creatures in the world, horror and consternation, but has become the most magnificent of all venerable people with thousands of colored glass and gorgeous appearance presence.

The peacock is gorgeous, but feeds on the poisonous scorpion.

Dr. Banner has been in this small temple for more than a year, and he has been here to treat people and save people for more than a year. Saving people in this place is not an easy task, because medicine must be imported from India, but India is very deadly for Nepal.

Things like medicines and energy are limited and only maintain a fairly low supply.

So even Dr. Banner needs to use the soil method to cure the disease. Relying on herbal medicine to cure the disease is the soil method that has been circulating for thousands of years, but sometimes it is very effective.

Just like now, he is extracting several more practical herbal medicines with antipyretic effect. Although it is not a professional equipment of a large pharmaceutical factory, it can perform the best extraction and purification, but this preliminary extraction of the medicament is more common than the decoction The more effective.

Malaria is a relatively common disease in South Asia, as well as high fever. Therefore, Banner's drugs for treating these diseases are basically available. But even so, the herbal medicine and a small amount of Western medicine still make Dr. Banner's small hospital a little stretched and difficult to satisfy the patient, but Dr. Banner still tries to do everything he can.

Because for him, this is one of the meanings of his living in this world. Not to manufacture weapons to kill, but to protect and rescue.

In the fight against hatred in Brazil a few years ago, he understood one thing, Hulk (green) is unkillable. Even though he injected himself with what he thought was an antidote, Hulk finally appeared.

This is something connected in his blood. After the Brazilian chaos, he absconded, like it was countless times before.

He needs to live incognito and become a killing weapon of the military is not what he expected. Nepal came to South Asia by chance. Originally he wanted to go to India.

The truth is that Benner is still in the city. As the world ’s second most populous country, India has a population of more than one billion. It is easy to hide a Banner.

However, because of his chance, several Indian states helped the mountain movers from Nepal to cure the disease and learned about the situation in Nepal. He felt that people in this country needed help more.

So he came. Dwelling in this small temple of King Peacock Ming does something within his power.

However, some things have deviated from the old monk in this temple.

This is just an ordinary old monk, without any extraordinary power, the only thing I probably learn is the Dharma (Nepalese Buddhism is the Theravada Dharma, and mostly tantra.)

He spoke very little, and his loose skin made his face wrinkled, especially he liked to laugh. When you laugh, you always squeeze the wrinkles together.

He smiled and gave half of the temple to Banner, which gave Banner the initial place to live.

The old monk may not have special or extraordinary abilities, but when he gets older, he has seen more things and may have some insight into the heart.

He could see some worries hidden under Banner's gentle smile.

He found Banner and sat on the steps outside Dr. Banner's office as quietly as he didn't care about the moisture left on the steps just after it rained last night.

"Good evening Banner." The old monk greeted Banner with a slow tone. He smiled and his wrinkles appeared deeper.

"Good evening, Pygah (the name of the old monk.)." Banner made a ritual to the old monk, whether he believed in Buddhism or not, but he at least knew to respect the beliefs of others.

The old monk patted the steps next to him and motioned Banner to sit beside him. Banner's head moved slightly, and then sat next to the old monk.

"Doesn't you need to recite the scriptures tonight?" Banner asked the old monk with a smile.

"Has the bell ringing chanting influenced your study at night?" The old monk asked.

Banner immediately shook his head and waved his hand and said, "No, no. Not at all. Please do not hesitate to read the scriptures. In fact, when you read the scriptures, my mood is very calm. It makes me quieter than listening to any music."

The old monk smiled: "Why aren't you calm?"

"Huh? This thing is very complicated." Banner could not explain the Hulk problem in his body.

The old monk stared at Banner for a while. Banner had lived with him for some time, and he had a certain understanding of Banner.

"Why can't you sleep well every night?" The old monk continued to ask.

Of course it ’s Hulk, but Banner ca n’t answer that. He can't answer that there is a super monster in his body, maybe one will ruin the world if he doesn't pay attention.

But the long-term loneliness made him want to look down on someone, just like this old monk, a completely unrelated outsider. In this closed world, don't care what is happening outside, maybe a Buddha like a few books like this life is also very good.

Banner explained everything about himself in a way. He was alone for too long and needed someone to talk: "Do you know how it feels to have a nightmare? Every time I dream back at midnight, I am awakened by myself."

Old monk: "Why?"

Banner: "Because of the killing, endless blood and endless anger. The broken city and all kinds of corpses ~ www.novelhall.com ~ There is a fierce beast imprisoned in my heart."

Old monk: "Very fierce?"

Banner: "Very ferocious!"

Old monk: "Have you tried to tame it?"

Banner: "It can't be tamed."

Old monk: "Why do you think it cannot be tamed?"

Banner: "Because it is a beast."

The old monk smiled meaningfully: "Is it really a beast?"

Banner: "What do you mean?"

Old monk: "Why not you yourself?"

"Do you think that the beast in your body is just a beast, and it came independently? But why don't you think this beast is you?"

Banner was surprised: "What?"

The old monk pointed to his own temple: "Do you know this Venerable?"

Banner shook his head.

"King Peacock Ming, who feeds on the ugliness of the world, is one of the most gorgeous among the many Buddhist monks. He is the one who devours the poisonous insects, and he is also the common living beings."

"There are vipers (non-derogative words) inside and peacocks outside. Can you tell me?" The old monk asked Banner with a smile.

Banner murmured. He never thought about it in this respect. Is Hulk independent of his existence?

Actually, without Banner, there would be no Hulk (green), right?

Am I really Hulk? Or is Hulk me?

For the first time in his life, Bruce Banner suffered from such tangles. When he came back to God, the old monk had already left.

That was Banner ’s first trip to the woods behind the temple. He whispered as if talking to someone nearby: "If you can hear me, can we come out and talk? Another me: Hulk . "

ps: Here the setting of King Peacock Ming adopts an early cartoon "Peacock King" instead of following the normal Buddhist teachings, please don't blame it.