Chapter 560. I'm the Hulk, the Hulk Is Me

Dr. Banner's small hospital occupies half of the small temple in the suburbs.

This small temple itself does not have a name, or it used to be, but due to the erosion of time, the original plaque with the name of the temple has been blurred.

The Buddha statue enshrined here is King Peacock Ming. This is a rare venerable in a country like China where Mahayana Buddhism is prevalent.

Peacock King Ming, a venerable who feeds on poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions, the ugliest and most poisonous in the world, terror and shock, and all negative and ugly things, but has become the most gorgeous of all venerables with thousands of colored glazes and a gorgeous appearance. exist.

The peacock is gorgeous, but it feeds on poisonous scorpions.

Dr. Banner has been in this small temple for more than a year, and he has also been treating diseases and saving lives here for more than a year. It is not an easy task to save people in this place, because medicines must be imported from India, but India is very strangled by Nepal.

Things like medicine energy are limited, and only a fairly low supply is maintained.

So even Dr. Banner sometimes needs to use indigenous methods to treat diseases. Relying on herbal medicine to treat diseases is an indigenous method that has been passed down for thousands of years, but sometimes it is very effective.

Just like now, he is extracting several more practical herbs with fever-reducing effects. Although it is not a professional equipment of a large pharmaceutical factory, it can perform the best extraction and purification, but the medicine after preliminary extraction in this way is better than ordinary decoction. to be more effective.

Malaria is a relatively common disease in South Asia, as well as high fever. Therefore, Banner's medicines for treating these diseases are basically always on hand. But even so, Dr. Banner's small hospital is a bit stretched by indigenous herbal medicine and a small amount of western medicine, making it difficult to satisfy patients, but Dr. Banner still tries to do everything he can.

Because for him, this is one of the meanings of his life in this world. Not to make weapons to kill, but to protect and save.

During that fight with the Abomination in Brazil a few years ago, he learned one thing, the Hulk (green) can't be killed. Even though he injected himself with what he thought was the antidote, Hulk finally appeared.

It's something that runs in his veins. He absconded after the Brazil riots, as he had done countless times before.

He needs to live in anonymity, and being the military's killing weapon is not what he expects. And coming to Nepal in South Asia was just a coincidence. Originally he wanted to go to India.

Banner still understands the principle of hiding in the city. As the second most populous country in the world, India has a population of more than one billion. It is easy to hide a Banner.

But because of a coincidence, he learned about the situation in Nepal after helping mountain movers from Nepal in several states in India. He felt that the people of this country needed more help.

So here he is. Live in this small temple of King Peacock Ming and do something within your ability.

But some things went wrong, and the deviation came from the old monk of this temple.

This is just an ordinary old monk, without any extraordinary power, the only thing he has learned is probably Buddhism (Buddhism in Nepal is Hinayana Buddhism, and most of them are Tantra.)

He doesn't talk much, his face is lined with loose skin, and he loves to laugh. When you laugh, you always squeeze your wrinkles together.

He smiled and gave half of the temple to Banner, which gave Banner his initial shelter.

Old monks may not have special or extraordinary abilities, but as they grow older and have seen more things, they may have some insight into people's hearts.

He could see some worry lurking beneath Banner's gentle smile.

He found Banner, and sat quietly on the steps outside Dr. Banner's office, not paying any attention to the moisture left on the steps after it rained last night.

"Good evening, Banner." The old monk greeted Banner in a slow tone. He was smiling, and his wrinkles became deeper.

"Good evening, Bija (the old monk's name.)." Banner made a namaste salute to the old monk. Whether he believes in Buddhism or not, he at least knows how to respect other people's beliefs.

The old monk patted the steps beside him, motioning for Banner to sit beside him. Banner moved his head slightly, and then sat beside the old monk.

"Don't you need to recite scriptures tonight?" Banner asked the old monk with a smile.

"Has ringing the bell and chanting scriptures affected your evening research?" the old monk asked.

Banner immediately shook his head, waved his hands and said, "No, no. Not at all. Please go ahead and recite the scriptures. In fact, when you recite the scriptures, I feel very calm. It calms me down more than listening to any music."

The old monk smiled: "Why are you not calm?"

"Huh? This matter is very complicated." Banner couldn't explain the problem of Hulk in his body.

The old monk stared at Banner for a while, and Banner had lived with him for a while, so he had a certain understanding of Banner.

"Why can't you sleep peacefully every night?" the old monk continued to ask.

Of course it's because of the Hulk, but Banner couldn't answer that way. He can't answer that there is a super monster in his body, and maybe a careless one will destroy the world.

But the long-term loneliness made him want to find someone to look down on, just like this old monk, a completely irrelevant outsider. In this closed world, one doesn’t care about what’s going on outside, maybe a life like a Buddha statue with a few scriptures is quite good.

Banner explained everything about himself in a way. He was lonely for too long and needed someone to talk to: "Do you know what it feels like to have a nightmare? Every time I dream back at midnight, I am woken up by myself."

Old monk: "Why?"

Banner: "Because of the killing, endless blood and endless anger. The dilapidated city and various corpses imprisoned a beast in my heart."

Old monk: "Very fierce?"

Banner: "Very ferocious!"

Old monk: "Have you tried to tame it?"

Banner: "It can't be tamed."

Old monk: "Why do you think it cannot be tamed?"

Banner: "Because it's a beast."

The old monk smiled meaningfully: "Is it really a beast?"

Banner: "What do you mean?"

Old monk: "Why not yourself?"

"You think the beast in you is just a beast, something that came on its own? But why don't you think the beast is yourself?"

Banner was a little surprised: "What?"

The old monk pointed to his own temple: "Do you know this venerable?"

Banner shook his head.

"King Peacock Ming feeds on the ugliness of the world, but he is the most beautiful among the many Buddhist venerables. He is the one who devours poisonous insects, and he is also the one who saves all living beings." The old monk said this.

"There are snakes and scorpions inside (not a derogatory term), and the outside is like a peacock. Do you know?" The old monk asked Banner with a smile.

Banner fell silent. He has never thought about this aspect, does Hulk exist independently of him?

In fact, without Banner, there would be no Hulk (green), right?

Am I the Hulk? Or is Hulk me?

For the first time in his life, Bruce Banner was caught in such a tangle. When he came back to his senses, the old monk had already left.

It was Banner's first trip to the woods behind the temple, and he whispered, as if talking to someone nearby: "If you can hear me, can we come out and talk? Another me: Hulk .”

ps: The setting of King Peacock Ming here adopts an early manga "The King of Peacocks" instead of following the formal Buddhist teachings, please don't blame me.