Life: A Black and White Film (一生一世，黑白影画)

Chapter 10.3 - To Gaze Down with Compassion Like Bodhisattva (3)

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Wen Han thought, she had at least seen him rip open a vicious Tibetan mastiff with his hands.

This man had already long ago violated the precept of not taking the life of a being and had also broken... the precept of celibacy.

The second floor of the building was a flat, open space. There was no corridor at all. If some modern fitness equipment were to be placed in here, you could view it as a gym that occupied an entire floor. However, apart from a wooden bed in the corner as well as a long table and a few chairs, there were no unnecessary items in the room.

When they arrived upstairs, Fu Ming was in the midst of biting down on a white bandage and finishing off bandaging his arm. By his hand, there was a dagger stabbed into the long wooden table.

Cheng Muyun pulled over a chair that had been lying beside the table and sat down. "Go sit on the bed." This sentence was directed at Wen Han.

Wen Han complied with his instructions, walking over and cautiously taking a seat. She sniffed out the atmosphere of great danger that was radiating in this space.

It was as if these two people were not brothers, but... enemies.

There was a candle on the table. With the faint light it cast, she could see there was blood on Fu Ming's white, button-up shirt. Could it be... Fu Ming was the one who put the wound on Cheng Muyun's face just earlier?<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. Translated with the express permission of the author for hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.

From behind his waist, Fu Ming pulled out a glass bottle of liquor. "Want to drink?"

Cheng Muyun shook his head. "I do not want to violate the precept."

"Monk," Fu Ming spoke, staring through the flickering candlelight at the outline of Cheng Muyun's face in the shadows, "out of the four people here, we should be the ones who knew each other the earliest."

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"Even the eldest son of this manor was rescued by the two of us together."

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"Nineteen. I've known you since I was nineteen years old." Tilting his head back, Fu Ming took a swig of liquor, his eyes somewhat narrowed. That overly soft-looking face was delineated by androgynous lines, and with the strong liquor and candle flame, there was a bewitching feel to it. "You were the one who convinced me to trust you, to sell out my older sister. You said you would save her, but in the end, you caused her to die by the death penalty. Do you still remember?"

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"You tell me, what happened to your promise of saving her?"

"Being removed from the karmic sea is having one's soul saved."

"Then what about yourself? Back when you were in Moscow, when you were a teenager, you were not any pure, clean person. You should know most clearly that my sister was forced!"

"And hence I have served time in prison, according to the law. And hence I shaved my head and entered into monkhood. No one knows more clearly than you that at age fifteen, I began keeping the precepts." Each sentence given in reply by this man sitting on the chair was very direct.