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“It’s a pity, but I don’t belong to any of the three situations Master talked about.”

The young man smiled slightly and stood up gracefully from the prayer mat.

His legs were slightly numb from kneeling for too long, and he noticeably shook twice when he got up.

Even so, he declined the assistance of his subordinates.

“I guess you’re likely the fourth type, outside the three mentioned.”

This answer piqued Sam’s interest.

“Oh? What is this fourth type Master speaks of?”

“A person seeking atonement.”

As soon as these words fell, the smile on Sam’s face froze. It took him a moment to regain his composure.

He scoffed disdainfully and said, “Atonement? Can someone full of sins truly cleanse themselves?”

“Of course, they can. As long as one has the heart to atone for their sins, past misdeeds can be washed away.”

Is it really that simple?

With an unknowing sigh, Sam turned to leave.

“Master, there’s no need to enlighten me. I was a Catholic.”

“I came here just to see if faith is any different. It turns out neither Buddha nor God can solve my problems.”

If that’s the case, then it’s fine not to believe!

Every year, many come here to worship; undoubtedly, they are all devout believers.

People like Sam, who openly defame Buddha, are rare, but the abbot was broad-minded and didn’t get angry.

Instead, he patiently continued to enlighten him.

In his eyes, Sam was already deeply entangled in the sea of suffering and unable to extricate himself.

Walking into this place indicated a connection to Buddha, and the Buddha has an obligation to save anyone who might turn back.

“Amitabha, in faith, there is actually no difference.”

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This answer struck a chord in Sam’s sensitive and lonely heart, leading him to smile bitterly with self-mockery.

“Abandon myself? I’ve already been abandoned by the world, by my family.”

“If I abandon myself again, wouldn’t I cease to exist in this world?”

Hearing this, the abbot spoke sincerely, “Amitabha, your misunderstood.”

“To abandon yourself is to forget all the past, whether good or bad will all vanish.”

“From today onward, reflect on your own heart, look to the future to become a better self. Gains and losses are simply a matter of a single thought.”

People can never fully understand gains and losses.

Sam looked back on his life, the things he once had he destroyed with his own hands.

What he lost, he could never regain.

“Thank you, Master, I’ll think carefully about your words. This money is just a small token of my appreciation. I have other matters to attend to, so I must leave.”

While speaking, Sam waved to his subordinate, who pulled out a thick stack of money and stuffed it all into the donation box.

The old monk didn’t even glance at the money. Instead, he looked at Sam with a smile.

“Thank you for your kindness.”

“Buddha saves those with affinities. I wish you all the best and smooth success in all matters.”

Sam walked towards the luxury car without looking back after leaving the temple.

Sitting in the back seat, his clear and long deep-set eyes focused on the sunset outside the window.

In the afterglow, countless struggling shadows passed by, their sweat-soaked clothes and lifeless eyes reflecting numbness towards life.

“Ironic, they all struggle outside the temple, yet Buddha cannot see them?”

The bald driver laughed after hearing Sam’s words.

“Mr. Hurst, don’t listen to that old monk’s nonsense. Our business is doing quite well.”

“Look at those people outside, soaked in water washing clothes from sunrise.”

“Working all day, they can’t even afford a meal. That damned divine Buddha… can he give me money to play with women?”

Sam agreed with a faint hum. “Yes.”

“Is there any business in our organization while I was away?”

About a week ago, Sam left Tondenge on a mysterious mission. No one knew where he went.

Upon returning, his first stop was this unremarkable little temple, not to report the results to Mr. Gilliam.

His subordinates were puzzled as to why Sam suddenly had an interest in Buddhism.

The bald driver suddenly remembered something.

“There are indeed two matters, significant and trivial. Which does Mr. Hurst want to hear first?”

Retracting his gaze, Sam leaned back against the seat, leisurely closing his eyes to rest.

“Just mention the important one.”

“Yes.”

“The first matter, Blaine’s woman came to Zheemond with his son, Harry.”

The woman claimed to have evidence of Blaine and Mr. Gilliam’s illegal activities and was extorting 300 million.

Mr. Gilliam hadn’t responded directly, providing them with good food and drink at the Gilliam Mansion.

“That stupid woman is seeking her own demise.”

This was Sam’s evaluation.

The bald driver hadn’t finished speaking.

He glanced at Mr. Hurst, then continued in a low voice:

“Mr. Gilliam said that since Blaine’s affairs are your responsibility, this matter waits for your return. However…”

“What?”

Sam’s eyes opened, a glimmer of light flashing.

“The young lady personally visited the woman last night. I guess she wants to take credit from you.”

The young lady?

Libby Cunningham?

He nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.

“Let her handle it, I don’t care about such trivial credit.”

Anyway, what he wanted couldn’t be taken by anyone; it would just be slightly delayed.

“Mr. Hurst is indeed magnanimous. I believe the young lady is being overly ambitious.”

“She probably sees Mr. Gilliam’s trust in you, so she’s trying every means to snatch credit.”

Sam didn’t take her seriously.

What worried him was the Cunningham family behind Libby, but that would be dealt with later.

“What’s the second matter?”

Speaking of the second matter, the bald driver’s face immediately showed an ambiguous expression.

“It concerns Miss Pearl. Are you sure you want to hear, Mr. Hurst?”

Pearl…

Sam immediately changed his color and refused.

“No need.”

He didn’t want to hear, but the bald driver had said what he’d been holding back.

“Yesterday, Miss Pearl beat up Parker, the son of Duke Austen.”

Duke Austen’s sister is the third wife of the current King of Taswya. Their family is royally connected.

And though Duke Austen has four or five beautiful wives, he only has one treasured son.