Chapter 130 - 127: White Bone Observation

Chapter 130: Chapter 127: White Bone Observation

The maternity ward.

The Liu Family stood on the other side of the glass, gazing at the Liu family’s newborn in a small incubator inside the sterile room.

This was their fifth generation, a symbol of the Liu Family’s unending prosperity!

But it was a shame that, due to the premature birth, there was no telling how long the tiny infant would have to stay in there.

Suddenly, someone saw something, their eyes filled with astonishment.

The Old Ancestor was actually walking this way, supported by Liu Tianci!

Everyone consciously parted to make way.

Liu Weiqian, dressed in a loose white robe, approached slowly.

His steps were small, but each one was steady and firm.

This hero in his twilight years was the sky of the Liu Family.

Liu Weiqian walked to the door of the sterile isolation room and pushed it open.

A medical staff member tried to stop him.

After all, the baby was extremely fragile right now. A single bacterium from the outside world could be fatal.

But they didn’t dare to stop him.

Because Liu Weiqian, in this family, was the sky.

Liu Weiqian opened the incubator, lifted out the frail, tiny bundle of a pink baby, and a smile spread across his lips.

The members of the Liu Family watching from outside fell silent, quietly observing the interaction between the Liu family’s Old Ancestor and their newborn.

It was like the final collision of two eras.

Liu Weiqian gently patted the baby’s back.

Something shocking happened.

The infant actually started to make a sound, and soon began to cry ceaselessly.

’But... just a moment ago, it had been so frail!’

They looked at Liu Weiqian in disbelief.

Rumor had it that scholars who achieved great enlightenment in their academic field would gain inconceivable, almost transcendent, abilities.

Could it be that the Old Ancestor, who had immersed himself in the study of bacteria, immunology, and viruses, had truly reached this legendary state?

’When the Old Ancestor passes away, will he ascend to the heavens and become an Immortal?’

Liu Weiqian tickled the baby’s nose. "Little one, you’re quite lucky. I just finished cultivating a new batch of mutant bacteria, and I’ve used them on you. You’ll be immune to all poisons until you’re eighteen."

Liu Tianci’s pupils trembled as he watched the scene unfold.

’Father... he really possesses powers beyond the ken of Ghosts and gods?!’

’The Divine Family...’

’In the eyes of a top scientist who has surpassed his era, it’s not just a fantasy!’

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「Late at night.」

A luxury Bugatti drove out of the bustling center of South Sea and stopped at an abandoned warehouse in the West City Suburb.

A young man with dyed red hair got out of the car.

He was Zhu Chuanwu, the son of South Sea’s underworld boss, Zhu Feng.

Zhu Chuanwu walked to the warehouse entrance, his eyes filled with reverence. After taking a deep breath, he pushed open the large warehouse doors.

There were no lights in the warehouse, only the ghastly white glow of a few candles.

The light was dim, vaguely illuminating the scene inside.

In the very center of the warehouse was a dilapidated wooden table.

On the table sat an incense burner and fruit offerings.

It was an altar for worshipping Deities.

Strangely, these offerings were for a piece of stone!

Of course, it wasn’t an ordinary stone.

On the stone was a very strange and eerie painting.

The painting depicted a man and a woman embracing, both naked.

The man wore a pilgrim’s hat, and the woman had a string of Buddhist Beads around her neck.

At the very bottom of the stone, two words were written in a flamboyant, calligraphic script: Joyful Buddha.

Zhu Chuanwu walked up to the Joyful Buddha and bowed three times with utmost respect.

He stood up and walked toward the west side of the warehouse.

On the westernmost wall, the single word ’Dojo’ was written.

The lettering for ’Dojo’ and ’Joyful Buddha’ was clearly from the same hand.

To the right of the wall was a skeleton that gave off a scent of decay.

A man in a real estate agent’s suit was kneeling before the skeleton, his hands pressed together in prayer.

He was muttering something, acting deranged, like a madman.

Zhu Chuanwu ignored him. Instead, he turned to face the area to the right of the wall, pressed his hands together, and said piously:

"World Honored One!"

On the floor to the right of the wall, a large, fluffy red blanket was spread out.

On the blanket sat seven or eight beautiful, alluring women with their clothes in disarray, moaning and whispering softly.

These women surrounded a young man in a Tang suit and glasses who sat in their midst.

They served him wine and fruit, fawning over him coquettishly.

The young man, with a cigarette between his fingers, pulled a charming beauty into his arms, glanced at Zhu Chuanwu, and made a "shushing" gesture.

"Shh, someone is comprehending the Buddhist Dharma."

Zhu Chuanwu glanced back at the man kneeling before the skeleton, a hint of pity in his eyes.

He shut his mouth, not daring to say another word.

The young man grabbed the Pear Blossom Oil Paper Umbrella beside him and stood up.

The beautiful women huddled together, their faces full of adoration as they watched the young man’s departing back.

The young man walked over to the man.

"Have you attained enlightenment?"

The man shakily raised his sickly face.

"This... this disciple is dull. I cannot see through the White Bone Observation."

The young man took a photograph from his pocket and showed it to the man.

"How about now?"

In the photo was a beautiful woman, radiant and confident.

This was the man’s goddess.

For her, the man had willingly been a humble, groveling simp.

He kept this photo in his wallet, close to his heart, and would take it out to look at whenever he felt tired.

Just one glance would instantly fill him with fighting spirit.

But now... it was different.

The man glanced at the photo in the young man’s hand, then at the skeleton before him, which reeked of rot.

Faint traces of blood and bits of flesh were still visible on the skeleton.

If one looked more closely, one could see that the necklace on the skeleton was identical to the one worn by the beautiful woman in the photo.

He had scrimped and saved to buy that very necklace for his goddess.

The man’s stomach churned violently. He suddenly bent over and vomited profusely.

That’s right. In life, the owner of this skeleton had looked just like the person in the photo.

The young man released his grip on the photo. It fluttered to the ground, gathering dust.

"What is impermanence?"

The man knelt, bent over with his hands on the ground. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth as he stared with bloodshot eyes.

"Youth, beauty, health, and power are all temporary! In the end, everything returns to dust!"

The young man looked down on him disdainfully.

"What is suffering?"

The man’s body trembled violently.

"To be attached to the form of this dust—that is suffering!"

A smirk played on the young man’s lips.

"What is impurity and non-self?"

The man roared, "The nine orifices of the body constantly stream with filth! It is impure! It is foul! I... I am a pile of flesh, and also a frame of bones! This is all an illusion! Yes, I do not exist! It’s all fake! It’s all fake! Only the ’I’ that clings to this stinking skin-bag is real!"

As if he had figured something out, the man scrambled over to the young man’s feet, grabbing his pant leg with pleading eyes.

"World Honored One, World Honored One! Save me, World Honored One! Let me escape this sea of suffering! Let me see through the illusion! Let me ascend to paradise soon!"

The young man nodded in satisfaction.

"Rest assured, this humble monk will not abandon you."

Hearing this, the man let out a huge sigh of relief. He sat back down on his cattail hassock and began muttering deliriously,

"White Bone Observation, non-self, impurity..."

Only then did the young man glance over at Zhu Chuanwu.

Zhu Chuanwu pressed his hands together, bowed his head, and said,

"The World Honored One is merciful, having delivered another poor soul."

The young man frowned.

"Get to the point."

Zhu Chuanwu hurriedly said,

"I met someone at the celebration today. Xia Li is very afraid of him."

As Zhu Chuanwu spoke, he suddenly frowned.

He couldn’t recall what the man looked like, no matter how hard he tried.

’Was it really a man? Could it have been a woman?’

Hearing this, a light flashed in the young man’s eyes, and one corner of his mouth curved up.

"I know who it is. I don’t like him. Get rid of him for me."

Zhu Chuanwu was stunned for a moment.

"Get rid of him?"

The young man raised an eyebrow.

"Unwilling?"

Zhu Chuanwu explained,

"I don’t even know where he lives."

The young man sighed and said,

"A pity. Bai Juzhi died too soon. Otherwise, he might have actually caused a stir."

Zhu Chuanwu paused, confused.

"Who is Bai Juzhi?"

The young man ignored Zhu Chuanwu’s question and said,

"Go to Anxiang Street, to an antique shop there. Remember, make a big scene."

’Make a big enough scene, find some media to hype it up, and that will be enough to give that Mr. Dusk a massive headache.’

’While he’s distracted, I can ensure Mr. Dusk has no time to pay attention to my own plans.’

Zhu Chuanwu didn’t know what the young man meant, but he nodded in agreement anyway.

"Yes, World Honored One! I’ll send my men tonight!"

After saying this, Zhu Chuanwu turned and left the warehouse.

The young man watched Zhu Chuanwu’s retreating back and muttered to himself,

"Mr. Dusk, I’ll feed you a few more cards in exchange for a little more time."

Zhu Chuanwu had no idea that he was one of those cards, about to be discarded.

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