Chapter 1984 - 1979: Mathematical Euphoria (40)

Chapter 1984: Chapter 1979: Mathematical Euphoria (40)

Not very helpful, that gentleman.

Fu Qian’s arrival undoubtedly caught the priest’s attention, especially since the seat he chose was so iconic.

However, the judgment that had yet to recover from the blow was once again confirmed at this moment.

The old priest merely glanced over, itching to try something yet in the end said nothing.

But the earlier lackluster comment wasn’t directed at him.

In Fu Qian’s view, there’s really no need to be too harsh on a clergy who doesn’t even know who he’s serving.

The critique was directed at his object of faith.

Knowing full well that the Seed of Ecstasy was already within, he still came to this chapel just to provoke that ’Stomach’ a bit.

The plan proceeded quite smoothly, the other party recognized him, and from that moment on, his inner joy began to grow wildly.

It wasn’t the usual kind of mental shock, but rather a feeling of rot spreading from the apple core outward, definitely like confronting an enemy in an act of revenge.

Unfortunately, even now, I am truly bedeviled, illusions running rampant, yet there’s still nothing Transcendent about me.

Yes, the reason for proactively doing such a reckless thing was partly to quench thirst with poison, to try becoming a Superman and have another card to play in the upcoming game.

Alas, the ’Stomach’s’ influence in this heaven seems as limited as a chapel without an emblem.

The boiling joy is currently limited to the mental level.

Though resisting this rot isn’t easy either, because the Seed of Ecstasy’s greatest significance is turning the core concept of ’self’ into joy itself.

This might be why Heart Demon is so hard to dispel.

Fu Qian, who had studied the essence of ecstasy several times, let out a light sigh the next moment, his eyes guiding his nose, nose guiding his mind, mind guiding the golden gourd, and stood up steadily.

And in the face of his astonishing behavior and appearance, the old priest merely saw him off the chapel.

...

"What are you doing..."

Even though the old man was surprised, the impact couldn’t compare to Gordo’s.

Indeed, he stayed honestly, Fu Qian hopped into the carriage and continued his journey.

And after the carriage ran a distance, looking at Fu Qian holding the golden gourd hammer with both hands, placing it in front like incense, he couldn’t resist asking a question.

There was no helping it, for on one hand, the action was bizarre, and on the other, the object was used not long ago to smash a skull right in front of him.

Holding it like this really sends chills down one’s spine.

"What are you afraid of?"

With a strong sense of empathy, Fu Qian turned to look at him.

The little hammer in his hand wobbled, making hearts pound even more, and ultimately didn’t answer Gordo, choosing instead to respond to the question with a question.

"Not really afraid... just can’t understand."

Gordo didn’t disgrace himself too much, maintaining some composure under such a deathly stare.

"Even if you kill me, I’d just reincarnate once more, but your sins would be even heavier, why do this?"

Not only explaining the source of his confidence but also trying to understand the logic behind Fu Qian’s actions.

"Good, if you were still afraid, madam would have died in vain."

As an outsider, how could he possibly answer so rigidly, Fu Qian chuckled, bringing up old matters again.

The bliss wreaking havoc in his mind made that laugh extraordinarily profound and infectious.

...

The madam died in vain...

It wasn’t visible, but Fu Qian believed these words surely stirred a huge storm inside Gordo.

The carriage remained quite silent for a long period; the latter was clearly pondering many things.

Defying preconceived notions is extremely difficult, but given the bloody deaths backing it, brother Gordo probably had some chance of realization.

"The sins we imagine aren’t sins, the answer to Transcendence actually lies within them..."

And when he finally spoke, indeed, he had come to some understanding.

And it wasn’t without reason.

If the soul beneath this facade was indeed Lu Ming from before, that’s the most straightforward explanation one could think of.

"But after committing heinous sins, the suffering of Non-human Reincarnation is real, more than one person has described that experience..."

Of course, being in the enlightenment phase, confusion was inevitable; the next moment, Gordo raised a counterpoint himself.

"Why commit heinous sins? The guidance has always been in front of you, yet you never look, choosing instead to endure the chains of karma."

Fu Qian’s hand stopped the golden gourd from swaying, and he was no longer stingy with words, seemingly somewhat satisfied with Gordo’s comprehension.

Though the statement was cryptic, for those obsessed to the point of Deviation, often all it takes is a revelation.

"There are countless seekers of extreme joy—"

Before Gordo, who was frozen like a statue, could say anything, Fu Qian spoke, looking ahead.

"Someone shelters the weak behind a leaf, vainly hoping a feather could conceal them.

"Someone schemes against everything, merely flattering shallow appearances.

"Unbeknownst, going through reincarnation only to end up poisoned by the World Poison, never truly opening their eyes even once...

"Therefore—"

The voice eroded by flowing joy, paired with bizarre and profound lines, held a curious allure despite the stark contrast.

And after forcing himself to finish speaking, Fu Qian turned to stare at Gordo’s face, difficult to remain calm yet eager to learn.

"You need not fear Darkness, the time to feast on the Black Lotus has come—and then stop the carriage, we’ve reached the destination."

...

"What you just said... can I share it with others?"

This is indeed the Brotherhood’s territory, and having nearly missed the destination because he was too engrossed, Gordo stopped the carriage when reminded, feeling a bit tense.

Yet, looking at the golden gourd in Fu Qian’s hand again, he seemed a bit more at peace due to some content he heard earlier.

Seeing the other party getting off the carriage directly, Gordo couldn’t help but confirm again.

"Could I share it with you?"

Fu Qian was truly nonchalant about this stance, casually throwing back a question.

He certainly didn’t believe this guy wanted to share out of altruism, teaching others the way to Transcendence, what he wanted to share was probably the risk.

After all, whether by origin or actions, he was hard to trust, and the earlier speech was excessively obscure, sharing it with others for more guinea pigs wouldn’t harm Gordo.

But that’s okay; speaking obscurely was precisely for this reason.

Selfishness is human nature; what if someone really treasures it by speaking too clearly?

Like now.

"Tell me how to get into the incense burner room without alerting these people outside."

Grabbing Gordo by the neck, Fu Qian yanked him straight off the carriage.

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