Chapter 114 Extra 7 Supporting Character Adu Extra, first person, please be careful...
My name is Du Fengyan.
As far as I can remember, I have been living among monks.
It was a very large temple named "Brahma Temple". I heard that Brahma Temple not only occupied a large area, but also had a very high status in the world of monks.
It was large enough to harbor filth and dirt, so much so that a monk in the temple had a daughter with a demon from the demon world, and she stayed in the temple until she was almost an adult without attracting any attention.
People always say that monks are compassionate, but I have been beaten and kicked by them since I was a child, and verbally abused by them. Anyone who is unhappy with me can beat me up to vent their anger. If even the kindest monks are like this, then what kind of purgatory is this world?
I hate every monk, I hate this world, I hate everyone, and every day I hope that all the bald monks around me will die. They say that there are gods, Bodhisattvas and Buddhas in the world, and that sincerity can make their wishes come true, so before going to bed every night, I pray sincerely to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, asking them to let all the bald monks die at once.
The gods and Buddhas did not appear, and the bald donkeys were all full of energy, but I was almost dying because I had been beaten too many times and had not had enough food.
When I was about to die of illness, I walked out of the Brahma Temple for the first time in my life.
The strange thing is that the bald monks in the Brahma Temple abused me, but also disciplined me. They threatened me that if I dared to step out of the temple, they would send me to hell, so I never dared to go out.
When I was sick and dying, I really wanted to drink a bowl of hot rice porridge. Following the aroma, I struggled to walk out, and when I realized it, I had already stepped out of the temple gate.
It was busier outside than inside the temple, with many tempting smells. That day, a woman helped me sit on a bench and said that I looked like a ghost.
She's being so attentive to me for no reason. I know she's definitely up to something. Bald guys have played this trick too many times, and I won't be fooled anymore.
I stared at her back, thinking about how to fight her, but she brought me a bowl of hot, white rice porridge.
My eyes widened. There must be medicine hidden in the porridge, either a laxative or coptis root. But I swallowed my saliva. Even if it was poisonous, I wanted to drink a sip, just a sip...
The woman scooped a spoonful of porridge with a spoon and handed it to my mouth. I opened my mouth uncontrollably and ate it.
Then, spoonful after spoonful, I ate a whole bowl of delicious hot porridge and was still alive.
That day I cried bitterly and knelt on the ground, praying to the woman. She was Guanyin Bodhisattva. I prayed day and night, and the Bodhisattva really appeared.
After meeting the Bodhisattva, I met my "brother" again.
He was really handsome and said he was my blood brother. He suddenly appeared, taught me a set of magical skills that could turn back time, and then disappeared again.
This was the first time someone had been so kind to me, except for the Bodhisattva. I swore in my heart that I would never hurt him even if I had to kill everyone in the world.
The magic skills are difficult, but strangely, I learn them very quickly.
Maybe it’s because every time I got beaten in the Brahma Temple, I would always think about it over and over again, biting my teeth in anger until they bled, while thinking about where to target my counterattack next time.
That is my life-saving skill, so even though I am weak and feel powerless all day long, I can slowly hurt those damn bald donkeys and make them hesitate to attack me.
I learned the magical skills and also mastered some other skills without a teacher.
I was wandering around outside.
Sometimes he would use his magical powers to rob other people’s money, and when he couldn’t find a target after spending it all, he would go to work to earn money.
That day I fell in love with a woman. She was very beautiful, with eyes and eyebrows as clear as mountains and rivers.
Unlike the targets I had set my eyes on before, she had neither done anything bad nor bullied anyone. I set my eyes on her and stole her money because she didn't like me.
But I like her, I liked her at first sight. Having lived in malice since childhood, I am very sensitive to my own kind. I feel that she is of the same kind as me, but also very different.
She is as bad as I am, but she seems to be in shackles.
Like a person holding a butcher knife but never swinging it.
I was fascinated by her.
I felt that she must be living in the light. If I followed her, perhaps I could also walk out of the darkness and find my own shackles.
But she rejected me.
For the first time in my life, I felt angry and humiliated. No matter how many insults I had heard, none of them were as embarrassing as her light-hearted rejection.
I felt rejected.
I stole her money that night, but I couldn't feel happy.
I had a rage that I had no place to vent, and I thought of the bald monks in the Brahma Temple. The strange thing was that although I hated them to death and had learned magical skills, I had never thought of killing them to vent my anger.
Maybe I was disciplined too much, or I was too stupid to think of this.
I returned to the Brahma Temple with the intention of seeking revenge, but I underestimated this place. What had once hidden me was only the filthiest and most remote corner. The real Brahma Temple had never unfolded before my eyes.
Before I started killing anyone, I was restrained by a monk and couldn't move.
I was handed over to the lowest-ranking monks, who were ordered to escort me out of the Brahma Temple safely.
After all, I haven't killed anyone yet.
But I fell into the hands of those people, the people I wanted to kill, the people who were the greatest darkness in my life.
My tendons and veins were cut and I was sold to a brothel.
I really underestimated them. They are even more despicable and shameless than I imagined. I haven't even taken any action yet, but they want to wipe out all my enemies and cut off all my escape routes in order to protect themselves.
He even went so far as to humiliate me in this way.
When I was full of resentment, I met that woman again. She saw all my miserable state and I felt extremely humiliated and embarrassed.
To make matters worse, I stole her money, so it was natural for her to kill me.
She handed me over to an older man.
My love for her faded away in an instant, and I didn't feel so bad anymore. It turned out that she was also such a person, no different from those monks.
When the old man picked me up, my fighting spirit was rekindled. I stared at his defenseless neck, wondering if I could break it with one bite.
However, what I didn't expect was that the old man was helping me cure my illness.
Warm white light enveloped my whole body. The intermittent physical pain that had accompanied me since birth slowly faded away, and the broken tendons and veins were reconnected. For the first time in my life, I felt free from illness and pain, relaxed, and able to breathe smoothly.
It turns out that you don’t feel any pain when you exhale.
It turns out that the air is sweet.
I couldn't believe it and thought I was dead.
But someone like me should go to hell, how could I end up in paradise?
Old man... The Supreme Sect Leader looked at me with a complicated expression and stretched out his hand. It seemed as if he wanted to touch my head, but he stopped in mid-air and finally retracted his hand.
He said, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."
I stared at him blankly and burst into tears. I sobbed loudly, my face covered with tears and snot. In my hazy vision, I saw that the Supreme Sect Master was at a loss, and finally took a scented handkerchief to wipe my face.
While wiping it, he said softly: "It's okay, cry if you want to."
So I cried even louder, and all the grievances I had suffered since childhood seemed to pour out at this moment. I didn’t know why I was crying like this. I felt embarrassed and ashamed in my heart, but I just couldn’t stop crying.
I made the handkerchief very dirty, but the Sect Master didn't mind at all. He changed the handkerchief and continued to wipe my tears.
Once in the Brahma Temple, I always wanted to find out who my father was.
I knew he was a monk because they all said that I was the bastard of a monk and a witch.
But I don't know who he is.
I guessed, verified, and denied over and over again... In the end, everyone looked like my father to me.
The statue that beat and kicked me was because my father hated me and my existence was a stain that he could not erase.
The portrait of a person who looked at me coldly was because my father didn't care about me, otherwise he wouldn't have allowed me to be bullied since I was a child and never took action.
The people who are sometimes nice to me are also like this. Maybe my father feels a little guilty and loves me a little, so he shows kindness.
Gradually, I looked at every monk, good or bad, those with hideous faces, those with cold and cruel faces, those with kind hearts and cowardly faces, every damn bald donkey, and everyone I wanted to kill, as looking like my father.
But I never knew who he was.
That day, the Supreme Sect Master treated my injuries, wiped my tears, and said to me gently, "Don't be afraid." I clearly had never had a father, but I suddenly understood what a real father was like.
I understand that it doesn't matter who my biological father is.
I slowly calmed down and said "thank you" to the sect leader in an awkward manner.
"Hmm? What are you talking about?" The Grand Master tilted his ear in confusion. His voice was magnetic and faintly smiling. "I can't hear clearly."
I was embarrassed and spoke louder: "Thank you."
He smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes gathered together beautifully: "Well, you're welcome."
He was packing up to leave, and I hurriedly and awkwardly stood up to help him, but in my haste I knocked over the medicine bottle.
I reached out to help and happened to touch his outstretched hand.
He quickly withdrew his hand, lowered his head and said sorry.
I looked at my hand that was touched, thinking that I was being rejected, so I lowered my head silently and stepped aside.
But the Supreme Master did not leave immediately. When his voice rang out, I was sinking into the quagmire of self-loathing.
"Adu, you are a girl." The Supreme Sect Master said, "Any man who touches you casually is disrespectful to you."
I looked up in shock. The Sect Master's gaze was very gentle, without any impurities mixed in it: "I don't dislike you, understand?"
I didn't understand, but I nodded anyway.
The head of the clan looked distressed and stroked his chin. "Now, if any man touches you in the future, he'll be a bastard. You can't hesitate. You must kill him immediately. This way, and then this way..."
He began to use his hands and feet to show me how to knock down the bastard with one punch. He was such a gentle and elegant man, but when he swung his fists and feet, there was something weird and uncoordinated about the way he did it.
I pursed my lips to hold back, but I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The Supreme Sect Master also smiled. His smile was as refreshing as his healing magic circle, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes spread out charmingly.
I stared blankly, and my heart suddenly felt lighter.
Later I realized that he was feeling sorry for me and was teaching a girl he met by chance things that a father should teach.
He saw that I had no father and that no one had ever taught me.
Even as we gradually became familiar with each other, until we broke that layer of window paper, he always respected me and never did anything that crossed the line. From his eyes to his words, he was just an elder, a friend, and a master.
That's why when he was so ridiculous and domineering in bed later, it took me a long time to react.
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