We bear people have power

The Zoroastrian cult's camp has been destroyed. Those cult members who deserve to be killed have been killed, those who deserve to be imprisoned have been imprisoned, and those whose sins do not warrant death have been given a taste of hardship. Those who know how to handle this situation will determine the appropriate measure.

They destroyed the cult's altar, saved many people, and made many cult members realize their mistakes.

Guan Bo saw that his merit points had increased by dozens again, but this time no reward popped up. He didn't care how many evil people he had persuaded to abandon evil and do good had earned this merit; there was no formula to calculate it anyway. He didn't understand its use, but he would keep it and save it up, thinking it would come in handy someday.

Guan Bo didn't stay at the camp to clean up the mess, nor did he intend to accept anyone's thanks or admiration. He simply went to a nearby hillside to watch the sunrise and sunset, stealing a half-day of leisure from his busy life.

Although Guan Bo was not in the camp, his legend circulated among the Demon Extermination Alliance and the rescued people.

Alone, he stormed a camp of a thousand, striking fear into the hearts of the Zoroastrians. He was like a god descending to earth, his physical body withstanding the infernal fire that could burn anything, slaying the Red Priests as easily as killing chickens.

This imposing presence had already won the hearts of many female warriors in the Demon Extermination Alliance.

But at this moment, he chose to hide in the mountains. This was not because Guan Bo was a man of noble character, but because he had swallowed a lot of demonic fire in this battle, and his whole body was radiating red light, like a small sun.

He couldn't stand being stared at, so he went away to find some peace and quiet.

Everything was proceeding smoothly, and the time was just waiting for the people to be settled and the Zoroastrians to be properly dealt with before attacking the Zoroastrian cult's headquarters.

Zhang Yuanshan carried two jugs of wine and a whole roasted lamb to Guan Bo.

"Master Guan, would you like to have a drink sometime?" Zhang Yuanshan asked with a smile.

"When did you become a great hero?" Guan Bo took the wine flask, poured himself a sip, and laughed.

"You don't know? Everyone calls you a hero now. You single-handedly wiped out a Zoroastrian cult camp of thousands. It's like a myth. I, Zhang Yuanshan, am honored to know a friend like you," Zhang Yuanshan said with emotion.

"That was all luck; I thought I was going to die at the time."

"Knowing he would die, he still went forward without hesitation. This spirit of 'I will go even if there are thousands of people against me' deserves the title of a great hero."

"Alright, stop flattering me, I'm annoyed right now."

"What's there to worry about, Master Guan? Countless female warriors are just waiting for Master Guan to nod his head, and they'll throw themselves into his arms."

"Look at how I look, do you think I can get married? What family would want to live with a lantern in their arms?"

That makes sense, and Zhang Yuanshan could only drink a pot of wine to show his understanding.

"Did something go wrong with your training?" Zhang Yuanshan asked cautiously.

In the martial arts world, everything related to training is a secret, and even one's spouse might not be completely honest with them. Therefore, Zhang Yuanshan wasn't sure if Guan Bo would explain, but as a brother who had shared life and death with him, he still had to ask.

"It's not that something went wrong, it's probably just that I ate too much spicy food and have indigestion. It should be fine in a while."

Guan Bo could feel the glow emanating from his body slowly receding, but the process was rather slow, and for a short time he could only function as a human lantern.

"That's settled then. Why are you always looking so gloomy? And why are you hiding in these deep mountains? What's wrong with you?" Zhang Yuanshan slapped Guan Bo on the shoulder with his right hand, a heavy slap, indicating that his hand had almost healed.

"Even though I'm glowing, you can still tell I look worried?" Guan Bo asked in surprise.

Although Zhang Yuanshan had only known Guan Bo for a short time, he understood his personality quite well.

To put it nicely, this person is easygoing; to put it bluntly, they're carefree and wouldn't be bothered by such a trivial matter.

Guan Bo didn't mince words and frankly said, "I just can't quite figure it out."

"What's bothering you?" Zhang Yuanshan asked curiously.

"Buddha said that all beings are equal, but is this really true equality? There are countless examples of the strong preying on the weak in this world, and countless people who bully the weak. Just like the sheep we are eating now, where is the fairness in that?"

Although he said that, Guan Bo ate very quickly, and a large piece of lamb leg was already in his stomach.

“What’s so strange about that? Humans are the most intelligent of all beings. All things in the world are created to nourish humans; this is the way of nature,” Zhang Yuanshan explained.

“That’s human chauvinism, monsters wouldn’t accept that,” Guan Bo laughed.

Zhang Yuanshan didn't understand what chauvinism was, but he could grasp its meaning. He asked in confusion, "As human beings, we should naturally act as human beings. Why are you bringing up monsters?"

“What if a person is reborn into the animal realm? Take this sheep, for example. Maybe it was a person in its past life, or even a good person?” Guan Bo said.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanshan immediately retorted, "How could a good person be reborn as an animal? Isn't that absurd?"

"Why can't good people be reborn as animals? Have you ever seen the cycle of reincarnation in the six realms?" Guan Bo argued as if he were being unreasonable.

"Have you seen it before?" Zhang Yuanshan asked in return.

“I…” Guan Bo hesitated for a moment, and a dim world seemed to flash before his eyes, with yellow sand stretching out beneath his feet and desolation all around.

Two points of green light, like the only light in the desert, guide the wandering souls back to their rightful place.

After a while, Guan Bo came to his senses and muttered to himself, "I think I have actually seen this before."

"Are you drunk?" Zhang Yuanshan snatched the wine flask from Guan Bo's hand.

He was probably drunk. Guan Bo felt that he had been in a daze ever since he traveled through time, with something hazy and unclear in his mind.

Just as he was about to snatch the wine gourd back and get drunk, he heard Zhang Yuanshan say in a different tone, "Since you say that all living beings are equal, do you know what all living beings are?"

“Alive… even if they are?” Guan Bo was a little unsure.

“Flowers, birds, insects, and fish are easy to count, but what if a stone becomes a spirit? Would that count as being alive?” Zhang Yuanshan asked.

"This... is it calculated based on intelligence?" Guan Bo hesitated again.

"Are those living dead who are in a deep sleep considered living beings?" Zhang Yuanshan asked again.

Guan Bo found it difficult to answer such a philosophical question. Before he transmigrated, he wouldn't have bothered with such abstruse and self-inflicted problems.

Others would probably think it was pretentious, and at most they would say that Guan Bo had a compassionate heart and advise him to become a monk and chant Buddhist scriptures.

But Guan Bo understood that if there were doubts in his heart, chanting Buddhist prayers would be useless.

If you can't figure it out, even if you eat vegetarian food your whole life, you'll only be wondering whether plants and trees also belong to all living beings.

He couldn't figure this out, so his thoughts couldn't flow smoothly, and his mind was never at peace.

"The reason you have doubts is simply because you haven't seen the whole picture of the world yet. Once you've condensed your Golden Core and given birth to your Nascent Soul, you'll naturally understand," Zhang Yuanshan comforted him.

“I either understand or I don’t understand. What does it have to do with the size of my fist?” Guan Bo retorted.

"Ordinary people can't cultivate internal strength, so talking to them about circulating internal energy is just a waste of effort; martial artists can't cultivate magical power, so discussing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth with them is like talking to a brick wall. In this world, once you reach a certain level, you'll see a unique landscape. If you don't reach the summit, whatever others say is just hearsay, and you won't see the truth. Instead of worrying about this, you should first cultivate to the highest point in this world, and many doubts will be answered."

"That sounds a lot like what those charlatans say, they just can't say anything definitive. Old Zhang, if you change your clothes and put on a sign that says you can make a living with your predictions, you'll be able to earn a living," Guan Bo laughed.

"You rascal, why do you have such a stubborn mindset? Fine, I'll give you a hint. The key to the saying 'all living beings have spirits' lies in the word 'spirit.' What does it mean to have a spirit? Figure it out yourself."

"Hey, do you know that you're getting razor blades from readers for 'Godly Excerpt'?" Guan Bo complained.

Guan Bo realized right after he finished complaining that these words didn't seem like something Zhang Yuanshan would say.

Only then did Guan Bo realize something was amiss, and he quickly stared at Zhang Yuanshan for a closer look. He saw that Zhang Yuanshan had a profound and mysterious air about him, and his temperament was completely different from that of the cheerful young man. Instead, he had a somewhat otherworldly and imposing presence.

"You're not Lao Zhang!" Guan Bo was about to demand who was behind this when he saw Zhang Yuanshan's expression change, his eyes become glazed, and he even dropped the wine jug in his hand.

"Ah, what happened?" Zhang Yuanshan picked up the broken wine jug with a pained expression; most of the wine inside had already spilled out.

His previous imposing demeanor vanished, and his temperament returned to Zhang Yuanshan's original form.

Guan Bo tried asking a few questions, but found that Zhang Yuanshan had no memory of the past.

Clearly, the person who had just spoken to Guan Bo was not Zhang Yuanshan, but some unknown powerful being who had subtly controlled him. The entire process was silent, and Guan Bo was completely unaware.

The more ordinary it seemed, the more surprised Guan Bo became.

The greatest sound is silent, the greatest form is formless. To use such a subtle and profound technique, his strength surpassed that of any opponent Guan Bo had encountered since descending the mountain.

If that person had controlled Zhang Yuanshan to deal with him, Guan Bo would probably be in grave danger by now.

Guan Bo didn't know who he had just been chatting with, but from the long, rambling conversation, he could tell that the other person didn't seem to have any ill intentions.

All living beings have spirits, and all living beings have spirits. What does this spirit refer to?

When you reach a certain level, you'll find your own unique scenery—that's a valid point.

Just like in the previous world, before the invention of the microscope, if you talked to people about bacteria and cells, who could understand?

Perhaps, now is not the time to study this issue.

Guan Bo was an open-minded person. Although he still didn't have an answer, he at least had a direction. Now that he had drunk wine and eaten meat, he stopped his decadent posture, grabbed Zhang Yuanshan and asked, "You said that many female warriors have a crush on me. Are there any of the Four Beauties of the Martial World or anything like that?"

The two were drinking, eating meat, and chatting on the mountain when a shooting star flashed across the sky, a dazzling golden light streaking by. Guan Bo quickly made a wish.

Little did they know that the golden light was not a shooting star, but a monkey, a monkey that came from thousands of miles away from Flower Fruit Mountain riding on clouds.