Wen Qiang’s softly spoken words instantly brought the sound of chewing in the cell opposite to a halt.
After a moment of silence, a somewhat unnatural rasping sound rang out.
“No, thanks to the kindness of Master Wen Qiang, the poor monk has no …… for now.”
“Kid, you have a solution?”
The calm voice simply disappeared.
A dark red eye appeared in the dimly lit cell.
This was the first time Wen Qiang had seen other emotional changes in those red pupils.
“You and I will only harm people if we go out, it’s quite good to chant sutras and Buddhism here every day with coarse food.”
“Bullsh*t, why should we go and keep us in this sh*tty place for the sake of those foolish people outside!”
This voice had a lot more resentment as well as anger than the calm voice from earlier.
“Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha would not want us to go out.”
It was clearly the same exact voice, but it was as if two people were speaking.
“And the f*cking Buddha says if you don’t trouble yourself, no one else can possibly trouble you.”
“Because within yourself, you can’t let go!”
The calm voice was silent for a long time before it rang out slowly.
“It would have been my mistakes as well as carelessness that led to all this, had it not been for me.”
“All of it would not have happened.”
After a short time of calmly sounding voices, the tyrannical voice reappeared.
This time, however, his voice was filled with a strong sense of laughter.
“Heh heh heh, Hanzo, you’re remarkable, you’re puritanical.”
“You think you can live up to your conscience by locking yourself in here?”
“I was born out of you, you thought about my presence, did you ever think about my thoughts!”
The calm voice was silent for a moment, and when it rang out again there was an apologetic tone in its voice.
“I’m sorry Hanzo, for making you suffer here with me, but while you’re here.”
“I can give you all control of my body, just don’t go outside.”
Calm Hanzo’s voice made the tyrannical Hanzo even more furious and raging.
“Control of the body, what else can you tell me to do in a place like this but sleep!”
“What difference does it make if I want the control of this body or not?”
Without waiting for Calm Hanzo to continue speaking, Tyrannical Hanzo continued to roar.
“Yes, I’ve killed hundreds of people, but they were the ones who invited me on their own.”
“Do you have to be like that here, big deal, not before I give them as much money as I can!”
“Burn more paper money, Hanzo, you’re still obsessed even now!”
“Buddha says all beings are equal, and that if you kill in vain you should fall into Asura hell and suffer!”
“Now you and I are still here not to suffer pupils every day, it is already the grace of the Buddha.”
The quarrelsome voices kept ringing out and then returned to silence.
Only that red eye seemed to seep in so much.
Wen Qiang sat quietly in the middle of his cell, gorging himself on the wild vegetables accompanying the noodles in his lunchbox.
His biggest purpose for coming in this time was for the person inside the cell opposite.
The number one patriarch of the Wanxiang Kingdom.
Hanzo!
Hanzo was originally an ascetic monk who was highly gifted in martial arts training and had broken through to the Patriarchate in just a few decades.
Just when the original Jiayuan I was about to crown Hanzo as the Patriarch of the Wanxiang Kingdom.
Then something unexpected happened.
Hanzo, who was a Sovereign, suddenly lost control and went on a killing spree.
It was only a short span of three minutes.
But it was enough to kill hundreds of civilians.
After which, Hanzo mysteriously disappeared for three days, reappearing on his own to run to the entrance of the death row of the Wanxiang Kingdom.
He stood quietly at the entrance to the death row, his hands closed, not saying a word.
He just let the soldiers swarm around him and tie him up.
Large chains half a metre wide were chained around Hanzo’s limbs.
The daily rations were barely enough to keep him alive.
There was no way to break free from those chains.