Gates of the Myriad Realms Chapter 575
by“Hey, old man, where are you going?”
“Sir, wait up.”
“Old timer—”
Augustus called out a few times.
But the old blind man seemed to have urgent business, he didn’t even finish his noodles, stood up, and walked out.
His movements were seemingly slow but actually fast, darting through the bustling street, almost getting hit by cars and people multiple times, but always narrowly avoiding them.
Before long.
The old blind man had disappeared from sight.
Augustus stood stunned.
—This was definitely no ordinary person!
But why did he run off?
Something’s not right…
Logically, after his rebirth, returning to this moment, everything at this moment should be the same as before.
But—
What was the deal with this old blind man?
Why was it different from last time?
As Augustus was thinking, he saw a man in white clothing “hmph” and said:
“In broad daylight, there are such swindlers deceiving people all the way!”
“He’s lucky he ran fast.”
“Otherwise, I would have exposed his true colors!”
Augustus felt a surge of relief.
It matched.
Last time, it was this man in white who helped the old blind man, then asked him to tell his fortune.
Perhaps…
He shouldn’t have treated the old blind man to noodles.
If he hadn’t stepped forward, the old blind man would have been driven out by the waiter, and then invited back into the noodle shop by the man in white to tell fortunes.
So he was the one who influenced all this?
The more Augustus thought about it, the more he felt it was his fault.
“Hey, the noodles you ordered earlier are ready.”
The waiter brought a bowl of noodles and stared at Augustus, seemingly afraid he wouldn’t pay.
—After all, this bowl of noodles was for the old blind man.
The old blind man ran off.
But the noodles were already cooked and couldn’t be returned.
Augustus snapped back to reality, glancing at the waiter, naturally knowing what he was waiting for.
“Here.”
He tossed a copper coin onto the table.
Yes—
It was his rebirth, his actions different from the past, which influenced others.
That’s why the entire situation became different from last time!
Augustus suddenly understood.
He grabbed the chopsticks from the table and devoured the noodles ravenously.
Just two bowls of noodles.
A laborer’s appetite was much larger than an average person’s; if he wasn’t short on money, he could eat another bowl.
He swept through the two bowls of noodles cleanly.
Three copper coins.
Only the last one remained.
But as long as he had this coin, dinner was taken care of.
Augustus held up his noodle bowl with both hands and tipped it back, drinking all the broth clean.
Satisfying!
In the past, he ate seaweed paste, squatting at the stern of the boat, with a bowl in front of him.
When the time came.
The boat’s foreman would come over with an iron bucket and ladle out a scoop to each person, like feeding dogs.
That counted as a meal.
—Who would have thought he would have a day to eat in a restaurant?
Another image appeared in Augustus’s mind.
Uncle Cheng.
Uncle Cheng stood on the boat, his squinty eyes fixed on a floating corpse on the sea, his face filled with excitement.
“Heaven helps me!”
“Someone—get me my harpoon!”
He threw the harpoon at himself.
Hiss—
Augustus felt a shiver run through his body.
—It felt like he had been killed again.
Never mind.
He wouldn’t think about it for now.
After all, this oyster cake was quite delicious, and the crab noodle soup was excellent.
He hadn’t eaten so fully in a long time.
It truly felt good.
—Worth taking a good rest.
Where to rest?
Under the bridge in the shade.
He would go to squat under the bridge for a while.
As Augustus was thinking, that matter suddenly came to his mind again.
“Little fish, this matter is big, you shouldn’t get involved, just stay here and feed the fish.”
Uncle Cheng said with a fierce expression.
The harpoon pierced his body.
Excruciating pain.
Unparalleled agony.
Damn it.
How dare he—
Augustus patted his forehead, took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
Stop!
Things needed to be planned carefully.
Was he going to risk his life?
No need.
With his ability to constantly be reborn, he would definitely find a way to deal with him.
For example—
That scholar in white, if he could make his acquaintance, it would definitely be beneficial to him in the future.
How could he get to know him?
Augustus began to ponder this question.
Before he could figure out the problem, that scene appeared in his mind again.
He was covered in blood, struggling on the sea.
But Uncle Cheng laughed loudly on the boat:
“I’ll tell your family.”
“And your beautiful fiancée, I’ll pay to have her for my enjoyment.”
The fishing boat gradually sailed away.
Hiss—
Augustus lowered his head, suddenly laughed, and slammed his hand on the table.
The people at the same table glanced at him, instinctively moving to the side.
Augustus was oblivious.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, staring at the table, his facial muscles contorting.
He was such a coward.
Despite being tormented to the brink of madness by this matter, he was still thinking about “long-term planning.”
Uncle Cheng.
Why did you push me to this point?
Why did you kill me?
Why?
Suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder.
It was the noodle shop waiter.
“What do you want? I paid the money,” Augustus said.
“Not enough,” the noodle shop waiter said.
“Two bowls of crab noodles, two copper coins in total, how is that not right?” Augustus asked.
“You also ate an oyster cake.”
“The cake and noodles together are one copper coin, you should owe me one cake,” Augustus said.
“The cake is charged separately, kid,” the waiter said.
“I watched at the door for an hour, everyone pays like that, why should I pay extra?” Augustus asked.
The waiter was momentarily speechless and couldn’t help but look back at the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper yelled, “Country bumpkin—that’s the rule here! You’re all dirty. After you eat, I have to have someone wipe the tables and benches, shouldn’t that cost money?”
Augustus spread his hands, “Everyone else pays one copper coin for an oyster cake and a bowl of noodles, you can’t—”
The waiter punched him in the stomach.
He let out a “wah” and threw up all the noodles he had just eaten.
The shopkeeper was furious when he saw this:
“You unlucky brat, look what you’ve done to my place, who would dare to come eat noodles now?”
“Pay up, or you’ll get a good beating!”
Augustus was dizzy and confused, lifted up by the waiter, his hand fumbling in his pocket.
“He only has one copper coin.”
The waiter shouted.
“Damn it—take the money and kick him out,” the shopkeeper said.
Augustus suddenly remembered an earlier scene.
The old blind man.
He was also driven out for not having money to eat.
It seemed—
Not having money was a crime?
But he had money.
He paid two copper coins, enough for two bowls of noodles.
Why—
Did he have to pay more money?
—He had money, how dare they treat him like this?
A hand gripped his neck.
It hurt.
It hurt too much.
How dare you—
Augustus’s eyes were vacant as he looked around.
But wherever his gaze fell, people were only concerned with eating their own noodles.
Only one or two people looked at his miserable state, their faces full of smiles.
Smiling?
“Dirt dog, next time you go to a restaurant in the city, don’t eat and run.”
The waiter said with disgust, dragging him by the neck towards the door.
Augustus was stunned; something in his heart burst with a “pop” and vanished without a trace.
—He had squatted at the stern of Uncle Cheng’s boat for several years, holding a bowl every day, waiting for that scoop of seaweed paste.
Like a dog.
Now he had three copper coins and came to the city to eat noodles in a restaurant.
But in other people’s eyes—
He was still a dog.
Why do you treat me like a dog?
He was clearly the best diver and fisherman along the coast, no one could compare to him.
He clearly followed the rules and paid for his meal.
He struggled, reaching his hand behind him, and forcefully drew out the dagger.
“Still resisting, you brat—”
The waiter impatiently turned his head, about to kick him again, but something was stabbed into his throat.
Poof—
The waiter was about to speak, but was stabbed by the knife, and his neck ruptured.
A gush of gas mixed with blood and saliva sprayed from his trachea, splattering all over Augustus’s face.
Augustus, his face covered in blood, glared, raised the dagger, and plunged it into the waiter’s eye socket.
—His strength was less than the waiter’s.
From the lesson of killing Uncle Cheng, it was best to stab vital points when killing.
“Murder!”
Someone screamed.
The waiter fell to the ground, his mouth opening and closing, trying to scream but unable to, his body convulsing continuously.
Augustus remained silent, merely kneeling down and rubbing his face on the waiter’s chest, wiping off all the blood and mucus.
The waiter’s convulsions gradually stopped.
He was dead.
Augustus got up, took rapid strides, and rushed behind the counter, blocking the shopkeeper.
“Please spare my life, my lord!”
The shopkeeper, a big, burly man, knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Augustus looked at him.
—This man surprisingly didn’t resist, which instantly made him lose interest.
There were no sharp weapons here.
The fish-gutting knife in his hand was very sharp, and he could easily make several cuts on his body.
After the shopkeeper had kowtowed five or six times, Augustus finally spoke:
“Do you think I look like a dog?”
“No! Not at all! Anyone who dares to say you are a dog is absolutely blind!”
The shopkeeper said repeatedly.
“There’s something I don’t understand.”
“Please tell me,” the shopkeeper said.
“You run a noodle shop in the county, and logically you’re a well-off boss, with a thousand times more money than me—”
“If you’re so rich, why do you want to take the last copper coin I have?”
Augustus finished speaking.
The shopkeeper’s mouth opened and closed, unable to speak.
Augustus found it uninteresting; he tightened his grip on the dagger and walked towards the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper seemed to suddenly awaken, pulled open a drawer, and placed the full contents of silver and copper coins before Augustus.
“The money, it’s all yours, little brother, just spare my life!”
The shopkeeper pleaded.
Augustus suddenly kicked over the soup pot on the nearby stove, and all the scalding hot soup splashed onto the shopkeeper.
“Ah ah ah ah—”
The shopkeeper let out wails of agony, rolling on the ground.
Augustus stood by and watched for a while, gradually losing interest, then prepared to kill him with the dagger.
“Don’t kill him!”
Someone cried out.
That voice—
Augustus turned to look; it was the old blind man.
The old blind man had returned!
“Do not kill—killing anyone is killing yourself—this knife technique is very poisonous!”
He yelled at Augustus.
Whoosh!
The old blind man was knocked flying by a carriage, landing in the grass on the other side of the street.
Augustus was stunned.
Don’t kill?
Do you think I want to kill?
He subconsciously glanced at the waiter’s corpse.
A feeling of exhilaration surged through his heart.
I don’t want to kill, but these people are asking for it!
Augustus tightened his grip on the dagger, pounced, and plunged the dagger into the back of the shopkeeper’s head.
The shopkeeper immediately stopped moving.
“Oh dear!”
On the other side of the street, the old blind man watched the scene regretfully, slapping his thigh in anger, and cried out loudly:
“You’re giving him strength again!”
Him?
Who?
What strength?
—But what does any of this have to do with me!
Augustus grabbed a cloth bag from under the counter, emptied the money from the drawer, and left the noodle shop through the back door.
This time, he no longer had the panic he felt the first time he killed, and could even calmly consider what to do next.
—The city would definitely start hunting for the murderer.
It would be best to leave the city.
Unwise.
If he left the city, he wouldn’t be able to kill Uncle Cheng.
He would go under the West City Bridge.
He could swim, so he would hide the silver at the bottom of the water when no one was looking, then swim underwater to the East City.
No sooner said than done!
By this time, the sun was directly overhead.
Cicadas chirped incessantly.
The weather was stiflingly hot.
There were few pedestrians on the street.
Only a few horse-riding officials were heading towards the noodle shop.
—He had to be fast!
Augustus quickly arrived under the West Bridge.
There was hardly anyone here either.
Only a beggar was sleeping.
Augustus stared at the beggar, confirming he was asleep, then slowly walked into the water and submerged himself.
He first hid most of the silver, then swam for several minutes, all the way to the East City.
That’s it.
Now he could come ashore and pretend nothing had happened.
Augustus chose a secluded spot to come ashore.
“Hey!”
A voice came, making him instinctively pull out his dagger again.
“Don’t move, it’s me.”
“It’s you.”
“Yes, it’s me.”
—The old blind man!
“Sir, why are you looking for me? Are you here to arrest me?”
Augustus asked noncommittally.
“No, I have something to discuss with you,” the old blind man said.
“Please speak.”
“This world uses our strength to fight us, it is extremely vicious, extremely difficult to deal with—but it can’t defeat me,” the old blind man said.
“What are you talking about?” Augustus was completely confused.
“Listen, I’ll take you up to the clouds, transcending the mundane world, and then you must immediately let me out—you are actually the main recipient of this knife technique, as long as you allow it, I can get out.”
“Once I’m out, I can use force to break the technique directly, and then I’ll save you too.”
“Do you understand?”
“I don’t quite understand, sir, what exactly do you mean?” Augustus asked.
“Remember what I just said, follow me—”
The old blind man grabbed Augustus, pulled him into the sky, and rushed towards the depths of the firmament.
“Almost there!”
“The end of the blade’s glow is just ahead!”
“I’m going to throw you out right away, remember to let me out as soon as you wake up, understand?”
The old blind man urged repeatedly.
“I remember,” Augustus said, seeing his serious demeanor, and could only answer reluctantly.
—The other party could fly!
What right did he have to refuse?
The two flew for a while longer.
Before them was the boundary between the azure sky and the dark void.
“Here! I’ll send you out!”
The old blind man grabbed Augustus and forcefully threw him outwards—
Augustus instantly broke through the sky’s barrier and fell directly into the endless darkness.
“Success!”
The old blind man couldn’t help but raise his hands.
But the next moment—
All the endless darkness lit up.
Palaces of Immortals.
Ornate and exquisitely carved, with towering structures.
Immortals flying back and forth.
Augustus fell directly into a misty immortal pavilion, rubbing his backside, unable to get up for a long time.
“Sir, is this the Heavenly Palace?”
He asked.
The old blind man was already stunned.
Something was wrong!
When he flew up just now, he clearly felt a boundary here.
—Wasn’t there a magical passage beyond the boundary?
As the old blind man was thinking, he suddenly heard a “clang” sound above both his head and Augustus’s.
Lines of tiny glowing characters quickly appeared:
“Congratulations.”
“You have discovered a new map: Heaven on Earth.”
“Please continue to explore the Immortal Palace and uncover more secrets.”
“—Go and search for all sorts of rare treasures!”
Augustus was completely confused.
The old blind man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly roared:
“I don’t believe it!”
He grabbed Augustus, took a full leap, and continued to fly upward.
After flying for a short while.
Another barrier was broken through.
“Clang!”
“Congratulations, you have discovered a new map: South Heaven Gate.”
After flying for a short while.
Another barrier was broken through.
“Clang!”
“Congratulations, you have discovered a new map: South Heaven Gate.”
Keep flying.
Keep flying.
“Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang—”
“You have discovered the East Heaven Gate, West Heaven Gate, North Heaven Gate, Purple Cloud Palace, Six Heavens of Desire Realm, Eighteen Heavens of Form Realm, Four Heavens of Formless Realm, Four Brahma Heavens, Four Holy Heavens…”
The old blind man found a floating rock and squatted on it, panting.
—How was your brain made up?
Why bother creating so many maps for no reason?
There were no defensive measures either.
What was the point?
He didn’t understand.
Truly didn’t understand.
A moment later.
The old blind man felt some strength return, and said to Augustus, whom he was pulling:
“Hey, I say, let’s keep going, we can definitely—”
His voice abruptly stopped.
Augustus had stopped breathing.
—It was too high up here; there was no air.
Various palaces were exposed in the cosmos.
Augustus—
His entire body was already frozen solid.
He was dead!
“Oh dear,” the old blind man slapped his head, annoyed, “I forgot, his strength isn’t good, and he was directly struck, so he’s greatly weakened!”
If he continued to fly upwards—
He couldn’t do it alone!
He had to get him out first; he was the key to this knife technique!
The old blind man sighed and quickly flew back down.
He passed through the Four Holy Heavens, Four Brahma Heavens, Four Formless Realm Heavens, Eighteen Form Realm Heavens, Six Desire Realm Heavens, Purple Cloud Palace, North Heaven Gate, West Heaven Gate, East Heaven Gate…
“Are you crazy! Creating so many layers of worlds!”
“You bastard, how many people are you trying to kill by making such a huge map?”
“Aren’t you tired?”
“I’ve had enough, can’t I just not want this crazy brain of yours?”
“What did you do in your previous life?”
“You’re a monster, you!”
The old blind man flew and couldn’t help but curse loudly.
On the other side.
The county town.
Augustus suddenly opened his eyes.
He found himself sitting in the noodle shop, holding an oyster cake in one hand and a soup bowl in the other.
I’ve been reborn!
Good, good, I’m back again.
Wait a minute—
He slowly turned his head, looking behind him.
“Hi!”
The old blind man smiled at him.
Augustus threw down the noodle bowl, jumped up, and ran away.
“Monster!”
He screamed, quickly ran out of the noodle shop, and disappeared from sight.
Yes.
How could a person fly so high?
It must have been an illusion!
—But he had truly died.
He died in an illusion—
He must have fallen victim to this old blind man’s evil sorcery!
He wasn’t a fortune teller.
He was a ghost!
Why wouldn’t he run?
Augustus ran all the way to the West Bridge and leaped off, plunging into the water with an extremely elegant entry.
The splash was very small!
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