Chapter 690
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Chapter 690: Beneath the Buddhist Robe
How to deal with Sun Wukong has always been a dilemma in Lin Qiye’s heart.
This Great Sage seems to have gone through something extraordinary, transforming into his current state where normal communication is impossible, let alone inviting him out for a meal…
If he wants to open up, it still relies on his own gradual efforts.
Lin Qiye sighed.
“By the way, Braki.” Lin Qiye seemed to remember something and turned to look at Braki, who was crazily devouring his food. “Have you been in touch with Eden recently? How’s it going?”
Braki put down his bowl and smiled, “Don’t worry, Director. We write to each other every night. I tell her about my life here, and she shares her daily life in Asgard with me. We even agreed to invite you to Asgard in the future to enjoy the youth fruits she personally grows. She seems very grateful to you.”
Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Then I can look forward to it.”
He glanced at Braki’s head, noting that the treatment progress had reached 79%. It seemed he was recovering quite well, while Merlin beside him was at 90%. If one ignored the gradually thinning hair, he still looked quite spirited as a god of magic.
However, Lin Qiye was a bit worried about Merlin’s rapid recovery.
He feared that before long, he would be forced to leave this hospital like Nyx… Merlin was his second patient and an elderly man who cared for him. Lin Qiye’s usual “praise for the god of magic” was not just empty words; in some ways, Merlin’s help to him was not inferior to Nyx’s.
But recovery is a good thing; Lin Qiye couldn’t just pull at his few strands of hair to make him relapse and force him to stay here, could he?
“You all eat first; I’m going to check Room Four.”
After inspecting Merlin and Braki’s conditions, Lin Qiye walked straight toward the tightly closed Room Four, gently knocked twice on the door, and then slowly pushed it open…
The ancient ape draped in a cassock still sat quietly in the center of the room, like a stone statue, motionless.
Lin Qiye’s gaze swept around the room. The food the nurse had brought him remained untouched, but when his spiritual energy brushed over the fruit wine jug beside him, his brow slightly raised.
The fruit wine… had already been finished.
He was secretly drinking?
Lin Qiye glanced at his head, noting that the treatment progress had jumped to 2%, an increase of one percent since the last time he saw him…
Since the last conversation with Sun Wukong, after receiving the [Cloud Somersault] from him, Lin Qiye had been busy outside, hardly having time to check on his recovery. It seemed that during this time, he had also come to some realizations?
Hmm, it’s a good start.
This time, Lin Qiye brought two jugs of fruit wine. He sat down opposite Sun Wukong and placed one jug in front of him.
“Monkey Brother, I’m here this time to thank you.” Lin Qiye smiled and said, “Thanks to your [Cloud Somersault], I was able to fly to that person’s side…”
Upon hearing this, the ancient ape sitting across from him trembled slightly, slowly opening his eyes to gaze at Lin Qiye.
His cracked lips parted slightly as he spoke in a low voice:
“Did you save the person?”
Lin Qiye paused, “No… but I left a glimmer of hope.”
The ancient ape fell silent for a moment, “That’s good enough.”
“Yes, at least I tried my best.”
Lin Qiye smiled as he raised the fruit wine in his hand and gently clinked it with the jug in front of the ancient ape. “Monkey Brother, let’s drink!”
The ancient ape looked at the jug in front of him, hesitated for a moment, then reached out to pick it up and drank it all in one go.
A glimmer of joy flashed in Lin Qiye’s eyes.
“Monkey Brother, didn’t you say that people from the Buddhist sect can’t drink?” he asked seemingly casually.
“Buddhism?” The ancient ape scoffed, “What does that have to do with me?”
“Aren’t you the Victorious Fighting Buddha?”
The ancient ape looked down at the empty jug in his hand, gazing at the colorful Buddhist robe draped over him, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“Victorious Fighting Buddha…” he murmured, “It’s nothing.”
He slammed the empty jug down on the ground, looked into Lin Qiye’s eyes, and slowly said, “Kid, this wine… is too weak. Next time, get me something stronger.”
“Sure.” Lin Qiye readily agreed, “But… the strong liquor here is all stored in large barrels.”
He extended his hand and pointed to the door of the room. “This door is too narrow; it won’t fit.”
The ancient ape frowned slightly, looking at the cramped door for a moment before speaking again:
“Then leave it outside; I’ll go out to drink it.”
“Alright.”
A smile appeared on Lin Qiye’s face.
Finally, he had taken the first step in coaxing Sun Wukong out of the hospital room.
As long as he could communicate and step outside, Lin Qiye was confident he could gradually help him recover.
He stood up with the two empty jugs and walked toward the door. Just as he stepped outside, he hesitated for a moment and then stopped.
“Monkey Brother.” Lin Qiye, wearing a white coat, stood there and turned back to look at him meaningfully. “If you want to tear apart this layer of Buddhist robes and drink… it’s not enough.”
After saying this, he stepped out and closed the door behind him, plunging the room back into darkness.
In the darkness, a slight ripple stirred in the ancient ape’s deep, lifeless eyes.
…
Lin Qiye walked out of the hospital room and let out a long breath.
After this and the last encounter, Lin Qiye had roughly guessed Sun Wukong’s situation.
From his words, it was clear that he did not identify with his identity as the Victorious Fighting Buddha. Moreover, he seemed to share a deep sense of guilt within himself, likely stemming from the death of an important person within his reach, which had led him to his current despondent state.
But who exactly was this person?
Lin Qiye could see that beneath that layer of radiant Buddhist robes lay a heart filled with unwillingness and anger.
And the reason the treatment progress had improved last time was precisely because he had torn a corner of the cassock. This meant that to help Sun Wukong recover, the key was to let him tear apart the Buddhist robes himself and fully release that heart of magic?
Tear off the facade and see the true self…
As Lin Qiye speculated in his heart, he walked toward the kitchen.
He had promised to provide Sun Wukong with stronger liquor, but currently, the hospital only had fruit wine. To create stronger liquor would require some effort.
Fortunately, he no longer needed to worry about such trivial matters personally. After the establishment of the seven departments in the Divine Mental Hospital, there were plenty of staff, each with their own responsibilities. Brewing liquor could simply be entrusted to the catering department…
As Lin Qiye reached the kitchen door, he saw that only two people remained inside: a small, cute girl named A Zhu and a tall, powerful white bear.
