Chapter 13 I am only responsible for sending him on his way or watching him go on his way

"Shut up."

Mr. Huang, who had been very calm just now, became furious and stared at Lin Fan. "How do you know that it is torture for my mother to leave her in the world? Do you know that when she was alive, it was the real torture for my mother? Now I just want my mother to experience all the life she has never experienced before."

"My father was a scumbag who gambled away his house and abandoned his wife and children. My mother raised me single-handedly. After I became an adult, I worked very hard and saved money just to give my mother a roof over her head. Finally, after years of hard work, I finally bought that shabby house. However, my mother didn't even have the chance to enjoy it. The doctor said that she couldn't afford medical treatment without money. When I sold the house, they lowered the price, and I didn't even have enough money for medical treatment."

"Who saved my mother and helped me at that time? Was it you or this master?"

Mr. Huang became calmer as he spoke, but his eyes were red. He expressed all his anger and injustice in a very calm manner.

When a person expresses his resentment in a calm manner.

His anger had already reached its peak.

"Amitabha."

Master Guiwu shook his head, feeling sad in his heart. He was not sad because there was a bad man like Mr. Huang in Huanglang Town, but he was sad because of the way the world is, which forces a person to become a bad person step by step.

Mr. Huang sneered, "All you monks can do is chant Amitabha. Look at the temples nowadays. They are simply a place where filth and dirt are hidden. Who can say who is clean? Yes, I have harmed people, but I can do it with a clear conscience towards my mother. I am not a saint, nor a good person. I just want my loved ones to live well and comfortably. Harming others will be punished by law, but I am the one who employs the yamen runners in Huanglang Town. Has the court ever managed this? Has it ever managed the world?"

Facing Mr. Huang's questioning, Master Guiwu didn't say anything more and could only sigh deeply. Lin Fan, who was standing by, could see that the master had experienced too many things like this, and if he didn't have a deep Buddhist heart, he would have been numb long ago.

Thoughts emerged in Lin Fan's mind.

There are no born evil people in the world; they are all forced into being evil.

But having said that, since you have chosen this path, you must pay the price for your actions.

Those who were harmed by him were also innocent.

Lin Fan looked at Gui Wu, "Master, the old lady's soul is imprisoned in her body. Can you cast a spell to make her soul appear in front of Mr. Huang and let him know that his so-called filial piety is just his wishful thinking?"

Master Guiwu nodded, and then said, "Donor Huang, are you willing to see your mother's soul?"

"You want to harm my mother." Mr. Huang glared.

Lin Fan said: "Your mother is in great pain."

"Impossible, my mother is not in pain."

"You haven't seen your mother's spirit, so why are you so sure?"

"Huang Xian said so. Huang Xian told me so."

"How can we believe the words of demons and evil spirits?"

Hearing this, Mr. Huang's expression changed again and again, and finally he took half a step back. It was obvious that he knew in his heart that the so-called Huang Xian was not a fairy, but a real demon.

Master Guiwu took a step forward, chanting scriptures, and then lightly tapped the ground with the staff in his hand. A golden light spread out like a wave with the staff as the center, covering the pavilion.

"Mr. Huang, look around you." Lin Fan reminded.

Mr. Huang seemed to have sensed someone around him. He turned his head in disbelief and saw a face full of pain, but the pain quickly dissipated.

That was the mother he missed day and night.

No heavy makeup.

Just the simplest look.

The kind and familiar face, the caring eyes, represent the white hairs of hard work.

With a thud, he fell to his knees.

"Mom, my dear mom."

Mr. Huang wanted to hug his mother's legs, but his hands passed through them. "Master, my mother, my mother..."

"Amitabha, Mr. Huang, this is the residual soul of your mother left in your body. It should have dissipated long ago, but there are many incredible things in the world that even this poor monk cannot understand." Master Guiwu sighed.

"Afu."

A call came.

A hand full of motherly love fell on his head and stroked it gently.

Mr. Huang had already burst into tears and cried loudly without knowing when. Even though he was over fifty years old, he was still like a child.

At this moment, he was no longer the notorious Mr. Huang who was feared throughout Huanglang Town.

Just a poor guy who did something wrong and missed his mother too much.

"Mother, I am sorry for making you suffer."

"Afu, mother is not miserable. Mother is very happy as long as she can always look at you. But Afu... listen to mother and don't do bad things. It's not too late to turn back now."

"Mom, I was wrong."

Mr. Huang's eyes were red. How could he not know that what the elder and the master said were right? His mother was indeed in pain, but she did not blame him and did not show it in front of him.

Suddenly, the old lady’s remaining soul became fainter and fainter, floating up into the sky like smoke.

"mother."

Mr. Huang stood up and grabbed the air with his hands like a madman.

"master……"

"Donor Huang, the old lady has fulfilled her wish and gone to the Western Paradise."

Mr. Huang stood there in a daze, looking at his mother who was sitting on a bench beside him. He saw his mother's rotting body turning into particles of black ash and floating away, leaving only a skeleton.

Mr. Huang opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something silently, but in the end he could only watch.

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"Ah... You lied to me, weasel. I'm going to fight you."

Mr. Huang rushed out of the pavilion and headed towards the mud house.

Lin Fan and the master did not stop them, but just watched silently.

"Fellow Daoist, after seeing this, will you forgive Donor Huang?" asked Master Guiwu.

Lin Fan looked at the back of the man who was going to die happily, and said slowly: "For him, our forgiveness is not important. The person he hopes to forgive is the one in his heart, so I am not responsible for forgiveness, I am only responsible for sending him to his death or watching him die.

What if it was you, the Master? "

"Amitabha." Master Guiwu sighed, "I am a shallow monk. I thought I could distinguish good from evil after practicing Buddhism for decades. But the deeper I get into the world, the more confused I feel."

Lin Fan said: "Master, you are obsessed with appearances. The distinction between good and evil depends solely on yourself. If you say evil, then it is evil. If you say good, then it is good. If you let others decide, then you will mess up your Tao heart."

Master Gui Wu said, "This is the Dao of fellow Taoists, but it is not the Buddha of this poor monk."

"Different paths lead to the same destination. Master, you are right. I am also right. There is no need to debate. However, I am confused about one thing. Please enlighten me, Master."

"Please speak, fellow Taoist."

"Master, where did you get this Zen stick?"

"This is a staff."

"Oh, a tin staff, where did it come from? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"I broke the staff earlier, so I took it to the blacksmith shop to repair it. It was only fixed today."

"Ah? Master, you don't even have money for food, how can you get the money to repair the staff?"

"Amitabha."

Bang! There was a loud roar.

Mr. Huang was seen flying out of the mud house backwards and falling to the ground. There was no movement. Then, a cloud of yellow smoke broke through the roof and shot up into the sky. It fell to the ground like a meteor, and the yellow smoke spread and adhered to the ground.

The sound of rolling soil appeared.

Pairs of rotten arms with bones visible broke out of the ground, followed by a dozen zombies crawling out from the ground.

Use the Eye of Merit.

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"Master, it's time for you to subdue the demons and eliminate the evil." Lin Fan said.

"Daoyou are coming together?"

"No, Master, your staff has just been repaired, and it is time to show its value. I will not fight with you for it."

"Amitabha, you evil beast."

"……?"

(End of this chapter)