Chapter 295 - 151: Dispel the Mind-Ape, Fists Subdue Mountains, Sword Shatters the Great Dao

The Mountain God was carrying Fan Wubing and running wildly in the desolate mountains and forests.

At this moment, he hated himself for being a Mountain God who hadn’t even done the most basic patrol work well, to the point that he didn’t even know the way in the back of Queyu Mountain.

Along the way, he fell several times, crashing into many trees.

Even at such a critical moment, he couldn’t even escape properly.

"Lord Envoy is right, I’m really useless!" the Mountain God cried, "Boohoo...why am I so useless! I can’t protect Queyu Mountain, I can’t protect the Mountain God Temple, and now...I can’t even protect Lord Envoy! I’m not fit to be the Mountain God, I’m not worthy..."

Wailing, he took a step forward, but suddenly lost his footing and tumbled down the slope.

After rolling to the bottom, his head struck a rock hard, opening a gash, with blood gushing out. He shook his head, slightly regaining his senses, completely ignoring his head, and frantically searched, "Lord Envoy, Lord Envoy! Where are you!"

Panicked, he searched all around and finally found Fan Wubing at the mouth of a water-logged mountain gully.

Fan Wubing was being soaked by the water.

The Mountain God hurriedly rushed over, picked up Fan Wubing, "Lord Envoy! It’s my fault, it’s my fault!" He laid his head on Fan Wubing’s chest, crying loudly.

"No, no! I can’t stop, I need to hurry, run faster!"

Once again, he carried Fan Wubing on his back and ran with all his might.

...

Tired.

So tired.

"Dad...I’m so tired...I have to go ahead first." Fan Wubing’s eyelids felt heavy and were almost impossible to lift. He looked at his father who had fallen asleep beside the hospital bed. His father’s hair was gray, and his old face was full of wrinkles and fatigue.

Using all his strength, he raised his hand and reached toward his father.

This distance, less than twenty centimeters, seemed to take him a lifetime to cover. His hand, thin as a skeleton, under the hospital light, looked as miserable as the last patch of melting ice at the end of winter.

Just as he was about to touch his father’s face, his hand paused in midair and then fell heavily.

The shrill alarm of the heart monitor echoed in the ward.

His father abruptly raised his head, shouting in alarm, "Nurse, nurse, doctor!"

The clatter of footsteps, the clashing of instruments, the electrical noise of the defibrillator, the doctors’ commands, the sighs of the neighboring patient, the wails of his father... all kinds of sounds formed the symphony of suffering souls, wrapping around Fan Wubing’s tragic shell at his moment of passing.

"So tired...let’s sleep for a while..."

"Have you given up just like that?" Time suddenly stopped, and everything fell into dead silence.

Fan Wubing turned his head toward the direction the voice came from.

He saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy standing at the window.

The boy was dressed in ancient attire, with long hair flowing, and wore a tiger mask on his face.

"Who are you?"

The boy sat down, took off the tiger mask, revealing a face full of life. That vibrant face was exactly what Fan Wubing desired most at this moment.

"Don’t recognize me?"

"Who are you?" Fan Wubing asked again.

The boy smiled and said, "Heart Monkey... Heart Monkey... In the past two years, I’ve been thinking about what my Heart Monkey truly is."

"Heart Monkey? I don’t understand."

The boy continued speaking to himself, "At first, I thought it was Ying Huo chasing prey, after all, every five years there’s a life-or-death test. But then, I realized it wasn’t that. Then, I thought it was Senior Sister... There’s no one here, so I can speak my heart. The truth is, I like Senior Sister, very much, very much. She’s not very clever, aside from her looks and figure, she has no femininity at all, but she treats me very well, she almost treats me as everything. How could I not fall in love with her? I thought the Heart Monkey was her."

"What are you talking about?" Fan Wubing felt confused.

"But, the more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong. How could liking someone become a Heart Monkey? Daydreaming is something everyone encounters, it’s only human. After realizing this, I understood that the Senior Sister was never my Heart Monkey."

Fan Wubing didn’t know what he was talking about, but still followed his words and asked, "So, what is your Heart Monkey?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Yes. You!"

"I don’t know you."

"You don’t know me. But I know you." The boy said, "For sixteen years, you’ve always been hidden in my heart. I don’t deliberately think of you, but I always meet you in dreams. You are in pain, you have regrets, you feel indebted to everyone. People have high expectations for you, but you bid farewell in such a way, waved your hand, went to Paradise, leaving sadness to everyone."

"I..." Fan Wubing’s voice trembled.

The boy continued, "My Heart Monkey is you."

"Who on earth are you?"

"I am you." The boy put the tiger mask back on, and his face suddenly became Fan Wubing’s face.

Fan Wubing’s eyes widened, "W-Why!"

"Because, I am you." The boy walked toward him, "I must get rid of my Heart Monkey."

"No...that’s not right!" Fan Wubing roared like a demon.

"What’s wrong?" the boy asked playfully.

Fan Wubing suddenly leaped up from the hospital bed, grabbed the boy by the neck, and said angrily, "I am you, you are me. You say I am your Heart Monkey, but aren’t you also my Heart Monkey!"

The boy laughed heartily. Even when grasped by the neck, he laughed very cheerfully.

"What are you laughing at?"

The boy suddenly started crying, "I’m laughing...you’ve finally woken up. Fan Wubing, your Heart Monkey is broken. Welcome to this world. Wreak havoc in this ugly world. Revel and howl without restraint."