Chapter 100: Becoming A Flower
The next morning, everyone woke up from their meditation.
Big Brother had already prepared porridge and side dishes. After everyone finished breakfast, they bid farewell to me one by one and then went their separate ways.
There was no sadness as imagined, nor was much needed.
Just like the poem written by that incredibly awesome poet;
“In a blink of a cosmic change, why bother about parting.”
“Coming and going as one pleases, we will meet again when fate allows.”
Author: Invincible Awesome Chan Xin Great Master.
Cough cough cough… Hahahaha.
After my brothers left, I told Little Tiger and Waiter to go their separate ways to cultivate, but to not commit evil deeds for wealth or harm lives.
Let them walk in the world with a righteous heart, righteous mind, kind heart, and benevolent law, and one day they will achieve the Great Dao in their hearts.
After sending off Little Tiger and Waiter, I, Big Brother, walked expressionlessly into the woodshed and began to fiercely heat branding irons and sharpen knives…
Forty-nine days later, under the dual torment of my body and mind, Zuobian Shenteng,
With a “crack,” experienced Death and Dao Annihilation.
The next moment, a pressure as heavy as a mountain, boundless, and so powerful it was suffocating, suddenly enveloped the area.
Big Brother stepped out of the tavern with difficulty and looked up.
In the void, a giant human face projection appeared in mid-air. It was an old man with a white beard but a ruddy face like a child. His eyes were wide open like copper bells, flashing with extremely fierce red light, staring intently at Big Brother standing below.
“How dare you! You ignorant little bastard! How dare you kill someone from my Sato Clan?”
The old man’s angry roar was deafening, echoing through the sky. Every word was like a sharp knife piercing the heart.
Big Brother remained calm, a wicked smile on his face, and cursed;
“Are you a fucking idiot? So what if I killed him? What the hell is this ‘Sato Clan’? You bullied me because you were powerful, and now I’ve killed you, isn’t that what should happen?”
Hearing this, the old man sneered with extreme disdain, as if Big Brother was a negligible ant in his eyes, and mockingly said;
“Hmph! How dare an ant contend with heaven? I think you truly don’t know how to write the word ‘death’?”
With that, this old bastard directly stretched out a gigantic palm across the void for ten thousand miles and slapped at Big Brother.
Damn it! I, Big Brother, was locked in place by his powerful pressure and could not move.
It’s strange, it’s just like how ordinary people encounter important figures in the mortal world. No matter how arrogant they usually are, at this moment, they dare not act the slightest bit.
Even if I, Big Brother, really wanted to act up, my strength just wouldn’t allow it, cough cough.
Seeing the giant hand approaching me.
Big Brother quickly used the secret technique he had just comprehended yesterday;
“A hundred turns return to the heart, this heart can be as bright as the sun and moon!”
“Buzz~!”
The instant the giant hand fell, my body and mind disintegrated, and a wisp of an unknown, formless, innate spirit escaped from the Heavenly Realm into the Underworld.
Of course, the old man didn’t perceive any of this.
It’s not surprising. If I, Big Brother, hadn’t comprehended this technique before, with my previous methods of escape, I would have inevitably left traces and could not have escaped from such a powerful person.
But this time was different. While I discarded my body, I also discarded my spiritual sense.
Only a trace, imperceptible opportunity, was retained.
After the old man’s projection pulverized me, he scanned with his spiritual sense and, seeing no trace of Big Brother, dissipated and left expressionlessly.
In the Underworld, the Bridge of Helplessness was bustling with people. Meng Po diligently brewed her soup. Wandering souls arriving here stopped one after another. Some drank a bowl and became foolish, while others drank eighteen bowls and blushed, insisting on finding a hill to go tiger hunting.
Beside the Bridge of Helplessness, Higanbana flowers bloomed everywhere.
“The Higanbana blooms, crossing to the other shore; at the Bridge of Helplessness, what can be done?”
A showy voice, coming from nowhere, echoed on both sides of the Bridge of Helplessness.
A Higanbana flower by the riverbank swayed in the wind.
“La la la la la la, la la la la la.”
That’s right, it was me, Big Brother, hahaha. I, Big Brother, was reincarnated into a Higanbana flower, absorbing the power of lonely souls in the River of Oblivion who could not reincarnate, swaying in the foul wind and silently emitting floral fragrance.
“Swinging wine glasses, lips stained like blood, that unusual beauty, a sin unforgivable…”
“The night is too beautiful, even if it’s dangerous, there are always those who stay up all night with teary eyes. Love is too beautiful, even if it’s dangerous, I’m willing to pay any price for a thousand years of tears! Pain is too beautiful, even if it’s humble, I want to taste the feeling of being shattered to pieces. You are too beautiful, even if you are silent, I wish I could isolate the world with stone piles. My Wang Fei, I want to possess your beauty~!”
After the song ended, looking at the old men and old women dancing to the music on the Bridge of Helplessness, my pride was evident on my face.
Wahaha, cultivation has no sense of time; a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.
I, Big Brother, spent my days happily entertaining myself, thus affecting the area around and on the Bridge of Helplessness, turning it into a place occupied by old men and women listening to music and dancing for free.
Even though Meng Po and the Ghost Messengers working nearby had complained countless times, they could not drive them away.
As soon as dinner was over, they would come here to wait for me to sing loudly. Some old men even pooled money to buy a huge accompanying sound system.
A very, very long wire was connected, and the microphone was placed beside me, this flower.
As the saying goes, a day in heaven is a year on Earth. Time in the Underworld also has a discrepancy with the mortal world.
Once, I transformed into an infant and grew up again in the Underworld. This time, however, I transformed into a flower. Without the care of my three brothers, I had to grow up strong on my own.
Today marks the first hundred years of my cultivation as a Higanbana flower. With my talent, it’s certainly no problem.
“I painted you as a flower, an unbloomed flower, then painted my longing drop by drop like falling rain. Whenever I’m not around, please remember my love, watering from afar under the same sky. Waiting for autumn to turn to spring, waiting for the next bloom, in the near future…”
After finishing a song by G.E.M. called “Purple Painting,”.
I, Big Brother, wiggled my buttocks a few times and shot up from the ground, instantly transforming into a handsome and awesome young man in red.
With an absolutely awesome and confident silly grin on my face, I looked at the dumbfounded old men.
“Hehe, hey grandpas, do you still recognize me?”
These old men were ghosts who had been living in the Underworld for a long time, but they were still startled by this scene as if they had seen a ghost.
“Ah~!”
“Run~!”
“A monster is here~!”
…
With the old men’s screams, the crowd fell into panic and chaos, scattering wildly in all directions.
Only a few trembling old women, supporting each other, walked towards me.
Suppressing their fear, they boldly asked me; “Young man, are you Xiao Hua who sings?”
Hearing this, I laughed heartily; “Yep~! It’s me!”
