Chapter 117: The world is broken

I feel sorry for Uncle Johnny. It took him until this moment to understand, but what about me? How deep can I penetrate the heart? No, it’s not like that! Too many people in this world are onlookers who see clearly, but are unable to see through the situation. I was only an onlooker when I listened to Uncle Johnny’s story, so I was able to express these feelings. If I were able to see things from an onlooker’s perspective, then I would have achieved a great level of spiritual cultivation.

In fact, the ancients have long said that not being happy with material things and not being sad about oneself is a very high level of spiritual cultivation. Unfortunately, not being happy with material things is fine, but how many people in the world can not be sad about themselves?

“What happened next?” The fuse had already been lit, so what happened next? Most of us lost interest in listening, but Hui Gen and Tao Bai still wanted to hear it, probably because of their experience, they were still looking forward to a happy ending?

“What happened next?” After Uncle Johnny calmed down, his expression became calm. This calmness was not a strong calmness, but a real calmness. After all, a narration of the past is also a kind of tempering for oneself. This narration may have to a large extent pacified some things that Uncle Johnny has been carrying.

“Later, it wasn’t a very good story… I couldn’t stop Yaya, so I told my parents everything. In my opinion, that was the stupidest and most effective way. Although Yaya would be under pressure, I thought my parents couldn’t do anything to Yaya. As parents, they were more reluctant to hurt Yaya than I was.

Yes, Uncle Johnny was right. After all, the parents would not harm Zia. They were just temporarily controlling Zia in anger, keeping her “locked up” in the manor, forcibly preventing her from contacting Patel, and quickly arranging a marriage for Zia, a marriage with a suitable family.

But for some reason, they did not blame Patel either. It was a terrible thing to bear.

Sharma could vaguely guess his father’s intentions. He had brought Parth to this level, and he didn’t want to turn his back on Parth. Besides, Parth had become a Divine Guardian, so it didn’t matter what happened to him. He just didn’t want to emotionally pressure Parth too much, so that he would still have to be loyal to Sharma.

This is the best revenge, and it is also the best way to minimize losses.

Sharma also admitted that his father was very clever. This approach was the most inhumane, but also the most humane approach. As himself, he could not think of a better way.

But after all the years of friendship, it was not something that could be erased so easily. Sharma began to feel sorry for Patel again. He thought to himself, should I comfort him and talk to him openly? In the deepest part of my heart, I treat him as a brother, not as a god.

But it seems that Patel has not been affected at all. He is calm and unperturbed. He still goes to his daily practice, eats, sleeps, and lives his life in a regular and orderly manner. He even spends his vacation time in a reasonable and happy manner, as if nothing has happened. Except that he no longer gives Sharma a chance to be alone with him, he seems to be completely normal. Even when he greets Sharma, the arc of his smile has never changed.

Such a Patel, whether it is religious or family influence, is extremely satisfied with his performance. He is very obedient, does not cause trouble, and is content.

The only one who was uneasy about this kind of Patel was Sharma. This was an intuition, and this kind of intuition often appeared between people who knew each other well. Sharma was intuitive. This was the calm before the storm. Was Patel just resigned to it? Or was he just tolerating everything?

But Sharma could not find any trace of what Patel would do. He was so self-disciplined that he was even willing to tolerate the fact that a large group of people were always present during his vacation, even though there was a “watchful” Sharma among them.

In fact, Sharma’s intuition was not wrong. Patel had never been willing to give in, but this time it was not him who caused the storm, but Diya.

On the day before her wedding, she ran away from the huge estate and disappeared.

Sharma, who received the news, almost went crazy. The first thing he saw when he returned home was his mother, who was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and his father, who looked ten years older.

“She has disgraced our family. If I could, I would announce tomorrow that I am severing all ties with her.” These were the first words that father said to Sharma when he saw him, accompanied by his mother’s sobs.

But then, the father weakened. He wanted to stand up, but at that moment he didn’t even have the strength to stand up. He needed Sharma to help him, and he even leaned on his son’s shoulders and began to cry: “No, Sharma, I am not a father who values sons over daughters. She is my angel. How can I break off relations with her? Sharma, this is too cruel… Find her, find your sister. I’m afraid she’s suffering outside.”

Sharma could not express his feelings at the time. He was sad, worried, and full of complaints about Diya. Why did she do such a thing without considering her elderly parents? You have to know that in India, where many children are born, mothers have two children in their middle age because of their poor health. These two children are born at the risk of their lives. How great is this favor?

As he investigated the clues to her disappearance, Sharma discovered another secret: the disappearance of Deya was related to Patel, because Deya escaped in the grove of the manor, but at least 5 or 6 servants followed Deya A weak woman like her had no way of escaping, but surprisingly, the servants who followed her that day all fell into a coma after she took out something. In order to shirk responsibility, they did not admit this at the time.

But as a cultivator, Sharma naturally had a way to make people speak the truth hidden in their souls. This was a forbidden technique, and it was also forbidden for Taoist cultivators, but for the sake of his sister, Sharma could not care less.

After learning the truth, Sharma was afraid to tell his parents, for fear of shocking them too much. He knew that his father valued Patel, and that his mother really had some feelings for Patel.

He only comforted his parents, saying that Shanti would soon return, and then he hurried back to the temple.

After that, he caught Patel at the temple and they had a private conversation.

“Patel, I never thought you were such a despicable person. You actually encouraged Dya to run away!” Sharma could not control his emotions.

Patel stood calmly in front of Sharma, looking unconcerned.

“Patel, I know you were the one who helped Dya escape. I can help you hide it, but I demand that you persuade Dya to come back. You must, immediately. Do you understand?” Patel’s expression made Sharma even more angry. He almost roared, not sure what he would do next.

“No!” Patel very simply rejected Sharma. He didn’t even deny or explain the whole thing, but just answered Sharma with a very simple “no.” When he said this word, Sharma saw for the first time an indescribable pride on Patel’s face. At that moment, it seemed that his back was straightened a little.

“What did you say?” Sharma was stunned at first, and then after he reacted, the flames of anger almost consumed him. He rushed over, shouting, “You bastard!” and then swung his fist.

But Patel, who had always been indulgent with Sharma and never fought back, suddenly looked gloomy in the face of such Sharma. At that moment, he took action. He grabbed Sharma’s fist and looked at Sharma with a cold gaze, then said in a word: “I said no, didn’t you understand?”

Sharma was completely stunned this time because he had never seen such a Patel before. He was not even angry, but was only confused.

“If you don’t have anything else, I’m leaving.” Patel let go of Sharma’s fist and was about to leave.

At this moment, all of Sharma’s emotions were ignited. He shouted at Patel’s back, “Patel, you bring back Dia, if you refuse, I will kill you! Then I will search every inch of India to find Dia. Patel, you really have angered me.”

Hearing Sharma’s words, Patel’s footsteps stopped. From his back, it seemed that he was moved by such words, but when he turned around, Sharma saw a sneering face. Yes, it was Patel’s sneering face.

He slowly walked up to Sharma, looked at him with a disdainful look, and then said with a sigh, “It’s true that the life of a Dalit is worthless, right? Just because your sister ran away, you don’t hesitate to kill me! It’s true that no matter how we get along, in your eyes, a noble Brahmin, the life of a Dalit is worthless, right?

Sharma was furious, but for some reason, when Patel said such things, Sharma felt heartache and guilt… as if he could still see the two boys inseparable from childhood, the back of his body that he had shielded in front of him.

He said subconsciously, “No, Patel, I just…”

“Don’t make any excuses, my dear, noble son of God, Sharma!” Patel was not moved at all, but instead pushed Sharma down into the chair and then bent down, his face very close to Sharma’s, and said, “Do you think I’m not good enough for Dia? But you never think you’re not good enough! But apart from your ridiculous family, what do you think you’re better than me? Are you better looking, stronger, smarter, more talented than me, or what? I don’t have such a family, but I have fought for a good future for myself, but in your eyes, I’m still not good enough for Zoya, right?

“Patel, this is not what I think. This is the system. This is Radha’s happiness. She will not be blessed.” Sharma said weakly.

But Patel pushed Sharma away and looked at him and said, “I don’t care about all this! I just want to tell you that letting you recognize me and Zoya is my last chance to give you a chance. It’s not necessarily a tool for me to torture you, but you, being so smart, really picked it up and tortured yourself. What a ridiculous and stupid family, just as ridiculous as the caste system!

“What are you talking about?” Sharma didn’t understand what Patel meant.

“You don’t need to understand, noble son of God!” Patel remained cold, then patted the dust off his magnificent divine guard uniform and turned towards the door, shouting, “If you want to kill me, go ahead. I have no power to resist now! This is the power you have earned by relying on your noble status, but I might as well tell you that Dya has already given up on me. If I die, she will know immediately through a special method, and then she will accompany me on my journey. You can of course doubt that your sister does not have such determination. I don’t mind you taking a gamble. Remember, I will refuse any of your requests.

Patel said this with a light heart, but Sharma covered his chest and sat down all of a sudden.

At that moment, he felt the world shatter.