Chapter 383

Chapter 383

Despite the dire circumstances Ive found myself in, I cant help but resent Guan Suo, my only ally in all this. With Ping Ping in tow, we follow Daxian the Virtuous through the busy streets of Nan Ping, and it soon becomes clear no one notices our passing. Normally, everyone stops what theyre doing to gape, pray or scurry out of our way, but tonight, everyone goes about their business as usual, paying no attention to the giant turtle in their midst. Its almost surreal seeing people unconsciously flowing around us, our bodies invisible but our presence noted. Coolies and rickshaw runners zip right by Ping Pings legs while children dart beneath her without ever noticing her majestic self, much less Guan Suo, Daxian, or myself, as if were ghosts wandering among the living or the world around us is merely a projection rather than reality itself.

Honestly? Its awesome, but Im irked because if this is possible, then why doesnt Guan Suo do this all the time? If Daxian can do it, I refuse to believe the grumpy old red-panda cant, and it wouldve made travelling through Nan Ping so much easier...

After a few minutes, our destination becomes clear and my heart skips a beat. Were going to the Magistrates Palace? This cant be good. What are the chances the Legate isnt involved? Ancestral Beast or not, I doubt even GangShu could evade detection from the Legates protectors. I mean, why would Ancestral Beasts sign a Treaty if the Imperial Clan wasnt strong enough to enforce it?

My question earns me a harsh glare and a silent warning from the oh so Virtuous Daxian, which is a stupid title to begin with. Hes a former soldier turned bandit, so how virtuous can he be? Maybe hes a certified, card-carrying virgin so they call him the virtuous, though I dont know why anyone would want such a shitty title much less wear a breastplate proclaiming it to the world. Resisting the urge to draw Peace and hamstring the uppity bandit, I clench my fists and swallow my anger for Taduks sake. My teacher has been taken hostage and killing Gerel-lite here wont do either of us any good, assuming I could even pull it off.

Bah. I should have told Guan Suo to snap the bastards neck when I had the chance, or better yet, left Lei Gong and the Tyrant to drown in the Azure Sea. This is how they want to repay me? Well, courtesy demands reciprocity, and the same can be said of discourtesy. I dont give a shit if GangShu is an Ancestral Beast or if he has the Legates backing, if they hurt Taduk, Ill make them pay. I cant beat them in a stand up fight, but I bet a bullet to the head or heart will ruin their day.

Ah, shit. Really wish Id grabbed Unity from Zabus harness on my way out...

Whatever happens, you must endure. Smile, nod, go along with their demands, do whatever it is you need to do to get out alive, even if it means you have to give them Pong Pong. Then, after the dust settles, you can firebomb the whole fucking palace if thats what it takes to get even.

...

Woah, calm down, murderous subconscious me. You havent figured out explosives yet, remember? No worries though, your enemies arent the only ones who know how to use poison, and if that doesnt work, then head back to the mountains and bide your time. Revenge is a dish best served cold.

...

Wow, even my logical half is starting to sound murder-hobo-esque. Im not sure how I feel about this, but it's GangShu and the Legate whove pushed me this far, so theyll have no one to blame but themselves. If this is how theyll treat me and my loved ones, then the Empire can go fuck itself.

Taking a circuitous route through an underground passage I didnt know existed, Daxian brings us under the walls and into the Magistrates Palace, emerging in the courtyard of what I assume is one of the guest manors. Ping Ping voices her displeasure when I follow Daxian into the main house, but thankfully, instead of throwing a fit, the big girl settles down with a thud, glaring at me and Guan Suo as we leave her behind.

Poor girl, but perhaps this is for the best. I dont know whats waiting for me inside, and Id rather Ping Ping not get wrapped up in all this.

Opening the main door, Daxian stands aside and gestures for me to go through. Mind your manners, Daxian Sends, remaining outside as he closes the door behind us. Not even you can get away with mouthing off in there.

Well, thats not foreboding at all. Gathering my courage, I glance at Guan Suo and say, You know, its not too late for you to back out. I appreciate your help, but you dont have to be here. In fact, Id feel better if you brought Ping Ping away to safety, not that I can order you around or anything.

And judging by all the scattered bits of flesh and organs around us, Taduk gave it his best.

Opening his cracked and bloodied lips, the Monk locks his one eye on Taduk and utters, Privacy?

No one will hear what you say, Taduk assures him, patting my head as he steps away. Not even myself. I swear it upon my honour.

Waiting long enough for Taduk and GangShu to leave the room, the brutalized Monk deflates as he pulls me close, his voice barely above a whisper as he speaks his last. Brother SanDukkha, he wheezes, his voice filled with urgency, You have yet to take the vows of the Brotherhood, but this one must burden you with my dying words. Swear you will bring them to the Abbot, for he must hear them.

I swear, Ill send word -

No! With startling strength for a dying man, the Monk sits up with a glare. The words must go from your mouth to his ear, understood? No other is to hear what I am about to say, for they concern secrets of the highest order! Swear brother, this one begs it of you.

Unable to bring myself to refuse, I nod and say, I swear it. Ill tell him everything in person, but I cant promise itll be anytime soon. All out war is about to begin, so I cant just wander off to go visit the Abbot.

Tell the Legate what Ive asked you to do and he will grant you permission. Taking it as a matter of fact, the Monk settles back down into his pillows to gather his thoughts, and I busy myself making him comfortable. Just as Im about to check if hes still conscious, the Monk whispers, Tell the Abbot Mahakala has failed, and to use my story as a warning to all others. Goujian was to be my Disciple, my successor, but instead, my teachings turned him into the Confessor, a reprehensible murderer and torturer. Such is my greatest shame, but not my greatest failure. My greatest failure lies rooted in pride, which kept me from correcting the error of my ways. Pride kept me from asking the Abbot for his help, and pride kept me from doing what I knew needed to be done, to give up salvation in this life and put down the monster of my own creation. How many thousands of lives could I have saved in exchange for a mere two, his and my own? How many lives were ruined by my pride, by my refusal to see what was clear to all? And once again, pride has brought me low, for I believed myself stronger than Zhu Changzui, and arrogantly announced their plans for all to hear. How many more died because of my actions? Such pride, such sin...

Though having trouble following along, I commit the Monks every word, inflection, and micro-expression to memory using my Natal Palace, so I can listen to it over and over again and pass it along without a single mistake. Shaking his head with a sigh, the Monk continues, Devoted as I was, I could never truly adhere to the precepts or keep to the Eight-fold path. Im sure the Abbot could see a path to take, a way to fix everything without death or violence, but again, my pride blinded me to it. Mahakala holds more seniority, so why was he not chosen as Abbot? Mentor, your Disciple is blind and is not worthy of your teachings, but I now see the wisdom behind your decision. Fixing me with his steely gaze, he says, Remember, Brother SanDukkha, no matter what trials or tribulations you may face, the Mother always leaves a path to salvation. Our world is imbalanced, and it is the Brotherhood who strive to fix it. No longer trapped by the cycle of samsara, itinerant souls seek to break through the barrier of existence and end it. If everything is in nihility then time and space become meaningless. An end to suffering yes, but an end to all else, the desperate last effort of the lost and destitute, Eh-Mi-Tuo-Fuo.

...See, I understood all those words, but I have no idea what he just said. Uh... Okay?

Learn from Mahakalas mistakes, the Monk insists, his steely grip crushing my hand. Do not let pride and arrogance bring you low, as it has done for me. Trust in the Abbot, and trust in those around you. Remember my words, and act on them, whether you be SanDukkha, Falling Rain, or Baledagh.

Closing his eye, Mahakala slumps back into the pillow and passes out, his breathing labored and nearing its last. We didnt know each other well, but I trusted him, enough to share one of my deepest, darkest secrets with him. Is that what his warning was about? Trust those around me and tell them how thoroughly broken I really am? Easy to say, but if it was so easy to follow through, Id have done it years ago instead of living a lie.

What am I doing? Deliberate later, we could still save the Monk. I have a tiny bit of Heavenly Energy, and while its not enough to heal him to full, maybe its enough keep him alive so Taduk can work his magic. Unfortunately, I'm unable to free myself from Mahakalas iron grip, and since my Teacher promised not to listen in, all my yells for help go unnoticed. Knowing time is of the utmost importance, I'm left with a sinking sensation as I ponder a somewhat difficult decision to make.

In order to possibly save the Monks life, do I cut off his hand, or mine?

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