During Those Years When I Was A Marvel Superhero Chapter 39: . I am Hulk, Hulk is me

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

This little temple itself has no name, or it used to be, but because of the erosion of time, the plaque originally engraved with the name of the temple has been blurred.

The Buddha statue enshrined here is Mahāmāyūrī Vidyārājñī. This is a rare respecter in a country where Mahayana Buddhism is prevalent.

Mahāmāyūrī Vidyārājñī, a venerable lord who feeds on poisonous insects and venomous worms, the world ’s most ugly and venomous, horror and consternation, and other negative and ugly things, but it has become the most venerable of all venerables with its thousands of bright colors Gorgeous presence.

The peacock is gorgeous but feeds on the poisonous scorpion.

Dr. Banner has been in this small temple for more than a year, and he has been here to treat people and save people for more than a year. Saving people in this place is not an easy task, because medicine must be imported from India, but India is very deadly for Nepal.

Things like medicine and energy are limited and only maintain a fairly low supply.

So even Dr. Banner sometimes needs to use the soil method to cure the disease. Relying on herbs to cure the disease is the soil method that has been circulating for thousands of years, but sometimes it is very effective.

Just like now, he is extracting several more practical herbal medicines with antipyretic effect. Although it is not the professional equipment of a large pharmaceutical factory, it can perform the best extraction and purification, but the preliminary extraction of the medicament is more than the average Decoction is more effective.

Malaria is a relatively common disease in South Asia, as well as high fever. Therefore, Banner's drugs for treating these diseases are basically available. However, even if this is the case, the local herbs and a small amount of Western medicine still make the Dr. Banner's small hospital somewhat stretched and difficult to satisfy the patients, but Dr. Banner still tries to do everything it can.

Because for him, this is one of the meanings of his living in this world. Not to manufacture weapons to kill, but to protect and rescue.

In Brazil ’s fight against hatred a few years ago, he understood one thing, Hulk (green) is unkillable. Even though he injected himself with what he thought was an antidote, Hulk finally appeared.

This is something connected in his blood. After the Brazilian chaos, he absconded, like it was countless times before.

He needs to live incognito and become a killing weapon of the military is not what he expected. Nepal came to South Asia by chance. Originally he wanted to go to India.

Banner still understands the truth of being hidden 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.

However, because of his chance, several Indian states helped the mountain movers from Nepal to heal the disease and learned about the situation in Nepal. He felt that people in this country needed more help.

So he came. Dwell in this Mahāmāyūrī Vidyārājñī small temple to do something within its own power.

However, there are deviations in some things. The deviation comes from the old monk in this temple.

This is just an ordinary old monk, without any extraordinary power, the only thing I probably learn is the Dharma (Nepalese Buddhism is the Theravada Dharma, and mostly Tantra.)

He speaks very little, his loose skin makes his face wrinkled, especially he likes to laugh. When you laugh, you always squeeze the wrinkles together.

He smiled and gave half of the temple to Banner, which gave Banner the initial place to live.

The old monk may not have special or extraordinary abilities, but when he gets older, he has seen more things and may have some insight into the heart.

He could see some of the worries hidden under Banner's gentle smile.

He found Banner and just sat quietly on the steps outside the Dr. Banner office, not caring about the moisture left on the steps just after it rained last night.

"Good evening Banner." The old monk greeted Banner with a slow tone. He smiled and his wrinkles appeared deeper.

"Good evening, Pygah (the name of the old monk.)." Banner made a ritual to the old monk, whether or not he believed in Buddhism, but he at least knew to respect the beliefs of others.

The old monk patted the steps next to him and motioned Banner to sit beside him. Banner's head moved slightly, and then sat next to the old monk.

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

"Has the ringing of the chanting influenced your studies at night?" the old monk asked.

Banner shook his head immediately, and waved his hand, said: "No, no. Not at all. Please do not hesitate to read the scriptures. In fact, when you read the scriptures, my mood is very calm, which makes me quieter than listening to any music.

The old monk smiled: "Why aren't you calm?"

"Well? This thing is very complicated." Banner could not explain the problem of Hulk in his body.

The old monk stared at Banner for a while. Banner had lived with him for a while, and he knew something about Banner.

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

Of course because of Hulk, but Banner cannot answer that. He can't answer that there is a super monster in his body, maybe one will ruin the world if he doesn't pay attention.

But the long-term loneliness made him want to look down on someone, just like this old monk, a completely unrelated outsider. In this closed world, don't care what is happening outside, maybe a Buddha like a few books like this life is also very good.

Banner explained everything about him in a way. He was lonely for too long and needed someone to talk: "Do you know how it feels to have nightmares? I am awakened by myself every time I return to midnight." >

Old monk: "Why?"

Banner: "Because of the killing, endless blood and endless anger. Broken city and various corpses ~ IndoMTL.com ~ A beast is imprisoned in my heart."

Old monk: "Very fierce?"

Banner: "Very ferocious!"

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

Banner: "It cannot be tamed."

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

Banner: "Because it is a beast."

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

Banna: "What do you mean?"

Old monk: "Why not you yourself?"

"Do you think that the beast in your body is just a beast, and it came independently? But why don't you think this beast is you?"

Banner was a little surprised: "What?"

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

Banner shook his head.

"Mahāmāyūrī Vidyārājñī, feeds on the ugliness of the world, but it is the most gorgeous one among the many Buddhist monks. He is the one who devours the poisonous insects, and he is also the Pudu sentient beings." said the old monk.

"There are vipers (non-derogative words) inside and peacocks outside. Can you tell me?" the old monk asked Banner with a smile.

Banner is silent. He never thought about it in this respect. Is Hulk independent of his existence?

There is no Hulk (green) without Banner, right?

Is this Hulk? Or is Hulk me?

For the first time in his life, Bruce Banner suffered from such tangles. When he came back to God, the old monk had already left.

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

ps: The setting of Mahāmāyūrī Vidyārājñī here uses an early comic "Peacock King" instead of following the normal Buddhist teachings, please don't blame it.