We bear people have power

Looking at Yongxin, who was wrapped up tightly like a mummy, it took Guan Bo a long time to confirm that he hadn't traveled back to Egypt again.

"I say, coming over dressed as a mummy in the middle of the night to stab someone, is that some kind of peculiar fetish you had before you started killing people?" Guan Bo asked curiously.

Yongxin couldn't understand what he meant, and when he saw Guan Bo wake up, his hands trembled with fear. But when people are in extreme fear, they often have crazy courage, so Yongxin simply stabbed Guan Bo with his dagger without thinking.

However, Guan Bo was even more ruthless. He grabbed the blade of the dagger and, ignoring the cut on his hand, kicked Yongxin in the stomach, sending him flying.

Guan Bo didn't need to worry about this minor injury; it would heal quickly as his health bar recovered. He ignored Yongxin, who couldn't get up for a long time, and simply walked over to the injured monk to check his wound.

Although the wound was still bleeding, there shouldn't be any danger to his life. However, during the examination, Guan Bo inadvertently spilled blood from his hand wound onto the monk's wound, a small matter that neither of them noticed.

"Who are you?" Guan Bo asked. After all, this person had saved his life by accident, so he should repay him.

"My Buddhist name is Vajra, originally... eh?"

The monk had barely uttered a word when he felt a tingling sensation in his wound. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it had begun to heal. In no time, it was mostly healed, and even the severed tendons had grown back, leaving only a superficial knife wound.

"I think your Buddhist name isn't Vajra, but Wolverine, isn't it?" Guan Bo teased.

Seeing that the monk had recovered, Guan Bo didn't pay much attention to the strangeness of it. He had already obtained a health and mana bar system, so he was numb to any unscientific things he encountered.

Looking back at the half-dead "mummy," Guan Bo walked over and ripped off his bandages.

"Damn, now I understand why you're wearing a mask. It's really not right to come out looking so ugly and scare people." Guan Bo said, feeling a bit disgusted when he saw the bloody, mangled face under the bandages.

"Kill me or torture me, it's up to you." Yongxin was still spitting out blood. Guan Bo's kick had shattered his internal organs. As a martial artist, he knew very well that he was about to die.

Although he had done many evil deeds, Yongxin was also a ruthless man, and he did not want to give up this last bit of dignity before he died.

Guan Bo had no intention of humiliating the other party and was about to give him a quick death when he saw a strange phenomenon appear before him.

"Ding! Optional mission: Rescue people, reward: 5 merit points. Mission hint: Buddha cuts off his own flesh to feed the eagle."

The text exudes a tacky gold hue, reminiscent of the blindingly bright color schemes of web games from before the time travel arc. This aesthetic choice really gave Guan Bo a headache.

Furthermore, what's with insisting on using that onomatopoeic "ding" sound when there's only text and no sound? This malicious attempt to be cute is going to get you kicked in the ass.

But Guan Bo didn't dare to voice these grievances directly, as he still vividly remembered the feeling of that thunderbolt.

"But killing so many vicious bandits before didn't increase my merit points, yet saving someone rewards me merit points, especially since the person I saved was a villain. Is the system designer some kind of twisted, sanctimonious hypocrite?" Guan Bo pondered to himself.

Although I don't understand why, now that I've got the system, I can't be a complete transmigrator if I don't do the tasks.

People should be saved... At worst, we can kill them after we get the reward.

The mission prompt was very clear: to save people, one must emulate the ancestor's act of cutting off one's own flesh to feed an eagle. Guan Bo wasn't stupid; considering the Wolverine monk's wounds had healed on their own, he knew that his own flesh and blood could heal and save people.

Guan Bo used a dagger to cut open the wound on his hand, which had already mostly healed, and then dripped the blood onto Yongxin's face. The guy's face was covered in raw, bloody wounds, but the blood was absorbed quite quickly.

The effect was quite good; Yongxin, who had previously only been exhaling and not inhaling, began to breathe steadily again.

Guan Bo then squeezed out some more blood and poured it all over his face.

The massive blood loss left Guan Bo feeling weak, while Yong Xin, after being doused with his blood, not only had his shattered internal organs regenerate, but even the whip marks on his body began to heal and scab over.

Seeing this miraculous scene, the two monks felt as if they were in a dream, as if everything before them was not real.

The bystanders reacted quickly, and the monk immediately kowtowed and said, "Bodhisattva above, your disciple is Vajra, no, your disciple is Vajra Wolf. Thank you, Bodhisattva, for bestowing this name upon me."

What Vajra Monk? From today onwards, he is the Vajra Wolf, a name personally bestowed upon him by the Bodhisattva. If this Dharma name were to be spread, it would make nine out of ten monks in the world envious.

Guan Bo looked embarrassed; being treated like a bodhisattva felt...unpleasant.

Damn it, I don't even have a girlfriend yet! Who's this bodhisattva? Your whole family are bodhisattvas!

Meanwhile, Yongxin, whose wounds had begun to scab over, looked at Guan Bo with disbelief, then frantically tore off the bandages to examine his wounds.

After a long while, he finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

A burly, fat monk, who looked like a wrestler, started crying like a child, leaving Guan Bo feeling utterly helpless. How did his act of saving someone turn into bullying him?

"Stop crying, okay? If you came to kill me, I would save you. But you're still crying. I'm more wronged than Dou E," Guan Bo said helplessly.

Upon hearing this, Yongxin stopped crying and instead asked Guan Bo, "May I ask, Bodhisattva, who is Dou E?"

"This... don't worry about the details."

Guan Bo can't exactly be a character from a Yuan Dynasty drama... wait, there seems to be something I haven't figured out yet, what era is this? After transmigrating, Guan Bo only knows that this place is called Baolin Temple, but he doesn't know what the outside world is like.

With his mind a jumbled mess, Guan Bo ignored everything else and only looked at the changes in the text before him. He was relieved to see that his merit points had increased by five.

Then, Guan Bo glanced at Yongxin, wondering how to kill this guy without being seen as a pervert.

A mission is a mission, and a grudge is a grudge. Guan Bo has never had the habit of saving evil people. He may occasionally have a surge of sympathy, but he is not a saint.

Yongxin couldn't see the fierce glint in Guan Bo's eyes, because he was kneeling before Guan Bo, kowtowing desperately and saying, "Bodhisattva, there really are Bodhisattvas in this world! I was wrong, I've been so wrong for decades..."

What's going on here? Is this some kind of prodigal son returning home act?

Guan Bo didn't know what expression to make, but Yong Xin didn't care and said a long string of words, as if venting or confessing.

As Guan Bo listened, the murderous intent in his eyes became complicated.

This monk Yongxin originally came from a well-off family; his parents were devout Buddhists, but unfortunately, they were robbed.

“My parents were vegetarians and Buddhists all their lives, but they suffered a terrible misfortune. I felt that there were no Bodhisattvas in this world, let alone karmic retribution. In order to survive, I endured all kinds of human suffering and finally came to Baolin Temple.”

"In the past, I committed countless evil deeds, only wanting to know if there was any such thing as retribution in this world. But in the past twenty years, I have only seen wicked people drinking and eating meat, while the corpses of good people litter the ground. I have become even less inclined to believe in those clay and wooden statues. Today, I have seen the true face of the Bodhisattva and saved my life. I will certainly atone for my past sins." Yongxin earnestly kowtowed three times to Guan Bo, his tone filled with relief and determination.

Upon hearing this, Guan Bo muttered to himself, "Is this so-called merit just about turning wicked people towards good?"

In a daze, Guan Bo heard a sentence: "Why does Buddhism like to convert evil people? Because even if they convert good people, they can't do much good. In the end, they can only regulate themselves, but they can't save the world... Even if I, Old Sun, have a hundred faults, my stick can sweep away a thousand evils."