We bear people have power

How one should live one's life is a very philosophical question.

A great man once said: When he looks back on his life, he will not regret wasting his years, nor will he be ashamed of having accomplished nothing; so that when he is about to die, he can say: "My whole life and all my energy have been dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world—the struggle for the liberation of mankind."

For some reason, just as the thunder was about to strike, this classic line flashed through Guan Bo's mind.

"Does this mean he'll pretend to be cool one last time, even if it means he's about to die?" Guan Bo thought to himself with a bitter smile.

The final bolt of heavenly lightning seemed to need some time to build up, so Guan Bo had to look up and see what this immense power of heaven and earth that had killed him looked like.

The swirling, ominous clouds in the sky seemed poised to unleash a devastating attack at any moment.

If he had even a sliver of strength left, Guan Bo wouldn't mind raising his middle finger to the sky and shouting, "I'll be a hero again in eighteen years!"

But now he is on his deathbed, and his clinging to the King of Inspiration just now was merely a final burst of energy before his death.

If the Inspiration King escapes now, Guan Bo can't keep getting explosive power like a Saiyan, constantly leveling up from level one to level seven.

Suddenly, Guan Bo felt the speed of the tribulation clouds slow down. It wasn't the slow-motion effect of something ready to unleash a powerful attack, but rather a feeling of being forcibly brought to a halt.

Then, a golden phantom appeared in the air, vaguely resembling the image of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva looked at Guan Bo with compassion and asked, "You can live for ten thousand years on Luojia Mountain. All these mortals combined cannot live as long as you. Why do you want to die for them?"

Upon hearing this, Guan Bo felt that it was not bad that he could roll his eyes at the Bodhisattva before he died.

Having no parents or relatives to worry about in this life, I am most carefree, and therefore, I probably have no regrets.

Some people may think that sacrificing oneself for a stranger is a foolish act, but since it is one's own life, one should not care about other people's opinions about how one dies.

Guan Bo asked himself honestly, even if he had lived a long and timid life in his previous life, he would not have been as carefree as he is now.

In my previous life, I lived a rather uneventful life. Although I died young, it wasn't anything particularly memorable.

This life is shorter, but enough to write a memoir.

"While it may not be enough to liberate all of humanity, dying to save others is enough, isn't it?"

Guan Bo was quite satisfied with this way of dying.

The Bodhisattva seemed to sense Guan Bo's inner thoughts and asked again, "Do you think it's worth it?"

"Even if I only save one person in this lifetime, it's worth it. After all, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda," Guan Bo said, forcing out his last bit of strength.

I thought to myself that this was the ultimate display of arrogance.

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda..." Guanyin Bodhisattva repeated this sentence, seemingly lost in thought.

At this moment, Xiao Yingcao ran to Guan Bo's side crying, but seeing that he was covered in blood, she did not dare to rush to him as usual, for fear of hurting Guan Bo.

In fact, Guan Bo no longer felt any pain at this moment. If his demonic power had not yet dissipated, he would have died from such injuries long ago.

Little Yingcao knelt down before the Bodhisattva in the sky and prayed, "Greatly compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, please save him. I will give my life in return. Please!"

Three loud thuds followed, and Xiao Yingcao's forehead was a bloody mess.

Not only Yingcao, but also the little boy Xie Rulin started kowtowing repeatedly.

Soon after, the surviving villagers knelt down around Guan Bo.

They might be covered in blood, their bodies crippled, or some might even be barely clinging to life.

However, they still tried their best to maintain proper posture and kowtow to the Bodhisattva meticulously.

They kowtowed and prostrated themselves, so devout that they forgot to cover their wounds; they chanted incantations, so excited that they could not clearly express their requests.

Some are pleading for help for Guan Bo, while others are hoping to avert disaster and relieve their worries. In short, it's all about surviving.

What mortals seek, no matter how much they talk about it, is nothing more than simply living.

People desire peace first, then wealth, and after wealth comes longevity.

Therefore, in the end, it's all just about surviving.

To live, to live well, and to live long—this is the root of all desires in the world.

Guan Bo stared at these mortals, speechless for a long time. If he were given another chance, he would probably still headfirst into the Inspiration King.

Guanyin Bodhisattva did not look at these pleading mortals, but continued to ask Guan Bo, "Do you want me to save them, or save you?"

Upon hearing this, all the villagers of Guanyin Village pricked up their ears and stared intently at Guan Bo.

With a flick of Guanyin Bodhisattva's hand, Guan Bo felt as if he could hear the thoughts of everyone in an instant.

The Buddhist supernatural power of telepathy was demonstrated to Guan Bo in a cruel way.

At that moment, Guan Bo felt shame, madness, and ruthlessness in the hearts of many villagers. If the choice were given to them, most of them would probably choose to kill Guan Bo and then live with their families.

But Guan Bo still noticed that amidst these disgusting emotions, there were still a few people who were kind to him.

Xiao Yingcao, Xie Rulin, and several other villagers all prayed to the Bodhisattva to save their lives.

Guan Bo thought to himself, "Bodhisattva, you're not asking me, you're testing them, aren't you? But using life and death to test people's hearts is too unfair to them."

The Bodhisattva smiled with satisfaction and said to Guan Bo, "Even at this moment, you still have compassion in your heart. You truly have profound Buddha-nature."

After saying this, the illusory image of Guanyin Bodhisattva disappeared into the air.

Guan Bo and the villagers' injuries remained unchanged, and no miracle occurred.

The final bolt of lightning arrived as expected. But for some reason, it struck very slowly, giving the nearby villagers time to escape.

The woman grabbed her husband, the father grabbed his son, and they all scrambled to avoid each other, like monkeys scattering when a tree falls.

Xie Rulin stubbornly wanted to stick close to Xiao Yingcao, but his father slapped him to the ground and dragged him away.

The man muttered resentfully, "If it weren't for this jinx causing such a terrible disaster, the village wouldn't have suffered so many casualties."

Xiao Yingcao remained unmoved, only watching the earth-shattering lightning, and stood firmly with Guan Bo.

In the end, all of the more than one hundred people left, leaving only Xiaoyingcao alone to keep the dying panda company.

Guan Bo only wanted to accept death peacefully, but he didn't want Xiao Yingcao to fall into the cycle of reincarnation with him.

After all, being alive is better than being dead.

Unfortunately, he had no strength left and could only let Xiaoyingcao die with him.

However, just when Guan Bo was in despair, the Buddhist jade ring, which had been covered in cracks and had lost all its spiritual energy, once again emitted golden light and flew to the top of Guan Bo's head.

The fifth bolt of heavenly lightning struck the jade ring, shattering the treasure.

The surface of the jade ring was originally inscribed with the entire Diamond Sutra in Sanskrit, but now every Sanskrit character has shattered and turned into a shower of golden light.

Guan Bo and Xiao Yingcao watched the golden rain fall together. To be able to see this magnificent sight at the last moment made their lives worthwhile.