"Just seeking some peace of mind," Wang Hao had heard that there were two fallen places in this world. One was space, the other was the underground.
"Why isn't the master affected by this fallen land?" The old monk sighed, "When the heart is ash, desire wanes strong. Sometimes, being alive is worse than being dead."
Wang Hao fell silent for a moment; this old monk must know something...
"Has the master already reached the state of no desire?" "Not at all, not at all," the old monk said, "I just have conflicting desires, therefore, it is hard for me to be affected."
Conflicting desires? Wang Hao did not quite understand. He was not sure about the effectiveness of Buddha's teachings.
But it was certain that this alert monk before him might be some kind of hint before the "Game" officially began. Isn't that what a prologue is?
