Chapter 84: I Don’t Recognize Him
It’s not that Big Brother is cursing. Some people can’t be woken up even by cursing; self-deception is already ingrained in their bones.
Little do they know that immortals only enjoy the process, while mortals, on the contrary, care about the result.
Let’s talk about what there is to care about. In the end, whether you’re said to have ascended, entered nirvana, or passed away, isn’t it all the same damn thing?
Instead of agonizing over matters after death while alive, it’s better to live in the present and cultivate diligently.
Let your spiritual cultivation be unrestrained and spotless, and live forever in this world.
That is to say, when your spiritual cultivation returns to a state of oneness, it will affect your body and even subtly shift your own energy back towards an innate state.
Guess what will happen? You guess, I’m not saying anymore, hahaha.
However, this process requires long-term persistence; the body cannot transform all at once.
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Just when Big Brother thought that by living this way, life was getting better and better.
It’s done, cough cough cough, the police station uncle invited me in for a few cups of tea.
They confiscated all of Big Brother’s possessions. Hahaha, this made me laugh so hard, I made another contribution.
I was simply locked up for six months. Fortunately, Big Brother didn’t dwell on it; it’s all the same wherever you are.
Every day, I exercised, meditated, borrowed books to read. I even proactively asked if there was any sewing machine that needed me to help operate it.
Mainly, it was quite boring to just stay there, so I wanted to learn a craft.
When Uncle heard me ask this, he couldn’t help but laugh heartily,
“You’re talking nonsense! What you did wasn’t a major crime, and besides, the amount involved isn’t large. This is the station, not a prison; where would there be such things?”
Fine, if there aren’t any, then there aren’t any. I’ll just stay put.
Later, I borrowed a book about law and read it whenever I had free time. Let’s say, with someone like me, wouldn’t I have to learn it well wherever I am?
I made mistakes before because I didn’t understand, so I’ll correct them. Not only will I correct them, but I’ll also learn. Hmph, I must say, I can’t fall into the same pit twice.
Besides, it’s too dull here, meaningless, I don’t want to come back. The energy is too chaotic.
The people locked up here sometimes act as themselves from a human perspective, and sometimes from an animal’s perspective.
Big Brother dislikes these kinds of people. Even though Big Brother himself is worthless and ended up here, it doesn’t change the fact that he dislikes these kinds of living beings.
After six months, Big Brother came out, and once again, I was a valiant hero.
But as soon as I left the police station, two old men from heaven captured Big Brother.
Oh, fuck! Let’s say I shouldn’t have broken the law, right? I just got out and I’m back in the bag.
But after thinking about it, I didn’t do anything! Why are people from heaven coming to arrest me?
These two old men brought me to a dilapidated place called the Cultivation Academy.
This place looks like a school, but it feels to Big Brother like a place for imprisoning beings who have made mistakes.
They not only managed me but also tried to instill some nonsense into me.
When they taught me good things, they were truly good and indeed very helpful to me.
This prevented me from doing illegal and disciplinary things, but they also instilled some worthless things into me.
I was so dazed by what they were instilling; this manager told me one thing, and that manager told me another thing was good.
Damn it, it made me not know what to do.
Finally, I learned from my cellmate that I had killed the illegitimate son of the academy’s director, which was why I was arrested.
This made Big Brother completely dazed. I’m saying I didn’t do anything! I grew up in the Underworld, and I know the trouble I’ve caused.
And I compensated for it all. I made mistakes in the Mortal World and was also imprisoned.
How can things in Heaven be related to me?
Just as I was puzzled about why, the director, that old bastard, personally met me and scanned my head.
At first, he might not have found anything, showing a puzzled expression.
After a while, he seemed to have figured it out and squeezed Big Brother’s head hard. It hurt so much, Er Bai, it hurt terribly.
But after a moment, memories flooded into my brain like a tide.
This pained Big Brother so much that I was in agony.
But there’s one thing I don’t know if I should say is good or bad: I remembered my past memories.
This is a bit like a past life, yet not. It’s what Big Brother did right before entering Nirvana.
The moment before I was about to be killed by the Nine-Lived Cat Demon, I escaped my spiritual sense into the Void.
The subsequent memories seemed like starting anew; I was taken to the Underworld to be looked after by three brothers, and then I had my current memories.
“Ahhh!” Cold sweat poured down, and my body trembled.
A fire of ignorance and unwillingness surged in my chest.
“Fuck that old bastard! Let go of my head, damn you!”
Big Brother is back, combining both memories, I’ve returned to being that invincible me.
The director, that old bastard, looked surprised. He had never seen such a weak being dare to speak to him like that.
“What the hell are you looking at? Fuck your father! Old bastard, let go of me, if you have the guts, let’s fight one-on-one!”
This old man seemed shocked by my words. Before recovering my memories, I was quite obedient and liked to learn.
But now that my memories have recovered, what is this? He’s spewing curses the moment he opens his mouth? Oh, fuck, this angered him.
“Brat, you killed my child, hmph. You’ll never get out of here in your entire life. I won’t kill you, but I’ll make you experience the suffering of being imprisoned for all eternity!”
Oh, fuck! When I heard this kind of talk, could I possibly be obedient? I must say, for someone as awesome as me, can I be afraid of him?
“Old bastard! You’d better keep me locked up! If I escape! I’ll have my fourth brother fuck you up, you old bastard!”
“Slap!”
Hearing my nonsensical, divine cursing, the old bastard gave me a big slap.
It’s not that Big Brother is a coward, it genuinely hurt.
“Uh, sir, I was wrong, please calm down. I know I was wrong, and I will sincerely repent. If you really miss your son, well, I don’t have many fathers; how about I recognize you as my father and take care of you in my old age?”
My bruised and swollen face immediately compromised, and I instantly became like a grandson.
The old bastard looked at Big Brother with eyes that seemed to want to strangle me.
Fortunately, he was still rational and, after kicking me for another half hour, left.
Cough cough cough, damn it. When you’re under someone else’s roof, Big Brother will bow his head for now.
Just wait until I get out! You just wait, old bastard! Big Brother will pluck every single hair from you! Then I’ll be your real son!
After the old bastard left, I grumbled with unconcealed resentment.
Damn it, how I hate him!
“Brother, listen to me, just be obedient. Are you going to rebel against heaven? Do you know who he is? He’s the director of the Cultivation Academy, one of the strongest among the strong in Heaven. Even the Jade Emperor gives him some face. Let’s say, how can ordinary immortal cultivators like us fight him? You might die without even knowing how. In my opinion, we should accept our fate. What right do we have to fight heaven, to fight someone like him?”
After I finally managed to get up, I looked at the cellmate who was advising me, and “Pfft!”
I spat a mouthful of blood onto his face, “Fuck off, you big idiot! It’s your problem that you can’t do it! I won’t accept it!”
