Chapter 607: Banana Evil, Not the Way (35)

"Hey, wait—"

San Yue Qi still wanted to advise him about something, but Boteo had already walked up to Banana Helper and was gradually entering the state. He felt everything melting, becoming blurry… The voice of San Yue Qi at his ear grew more distant, as if the echo Huixiang came from the far end of a deep cave.

"Really? Could it be that he's truly talented?"

His eyelids were like a sea surface soaked in water, slipping down uncontrollably… Unfortunately, the speed of sensory isolation was a bit too fast; he hadn't had time to hear the girl's question clearly, let alone reconsider his adventure because of it.

"Wishes to return to the past more than anyone present."

A voice suddenly rang in his mind.

When Boteo opened his eyes again, he found the scene before him was still the dilapidated view of Thus we have: Liúmèng Jiāo.

"What does banana mean, is that it?"

"Nice to see you again, sir." Banana Helper said behind him.

"Hmph. I've seen worse taverns that are still more grand than this; you call this manifest saint?"

"Creating a beautiful yet false prospect is a clumsy tactic, completely opposite to the spirit that Sleeping Banana Little Monkey wants to convey to people. Many members have come here, trying to obtain something—truth, happiness, peace… nothing more than that."

"Unfortunately there's no answer here, only a question—will you become more unfortunate because of this?"

Re: Starting Life in Another World from Zero.

"Look at this situation, before meeting the true Origin Little Monkey, you still have to go through a test."

On a night at Rozval Manor, Subaru Natsuki collapsed shapelessly onto the soft sofa, and Banana Helper's words made him recall his high school entrance assessment.

That Origin Little Monkey is probably the key monster that threatens all of Pinokangni, and Banana Helper's role here is merely to filter.

Bicui Si held a cup of red tea, slightly frowning; she was highly sensitive to a virus that can affect the mind and transmit beyond dimensions. The meme virus had already altered her and Park's speech habits, and Park, as a great spirit of one of the six elements, could have his thoughts changed by the virus… this is not a good omen.

It seemed that Mr. Boteo's visit was to a simple dream bubble, and just now he linked himself with Banana Helper; could it therefore reverse‑acquire Boteo's memories or something? Emilia cautiously voiced her concern.

So easy to gain Banana Helper's trust? Could things really be that simple?

She vaguely smelled the scent of a trap; Banana Helper must have sensed something and deliberately held Boteo here, preventing him from seeing the Origin Little Monkey.

"What the heck is all this?"

"Don't worry, I'll explain in detail. For example… if I ask you to quit malt juice, what would you first think of?"

Boteo walked forward, and not far away several Banana Helpers gathered together, each holding a wine glass in their hands: "Of course you'd have a drink, right? At this moment, you're thinking the same."

A Banana Helper TV named "Boteo·Must Be Single Malt" emitted its own voice: "Don't pull that stunt, a classic is a classic."

Another, "Boteo·Bitters Also Fine", retorted: "You can't say it like that, buddy, sometimes you need something new."

"At any time, self‑examination is crucial," Banana Helper said step by step, "Look—these are the thoughts that arise in your mind regarding this issue. Unfortunately, whatever you choose, it seems regret will remain."

"So, let's imagine a scenario that doesn't exist in reality—" Banana Helper snapped his fingers, and two strands of thought vanished instantly without a trace, "If the dependence on those two drinks never existed from the start, this problem wouldn't arise, and the two resulting thoughts would disappear as well."

"May I ask—would you become more unfortunate because of this?"

Journey to the West.

"Damn, what kind of happiness is this? Clearly it's a soul‑stealing sorcery; if this person loses all those myriad thoughts and becomes a dumb fool, wouldn't that be worse than my old pig that was impregnated with a pig fetus?"

Bajie saw clearly, terrified, he clamped his long snout and said hoarsely: "If you turned into Senior Brother's monkey grandsons, that would be tolerable, but turning into this Sleeping Banana Little Monkey would truly be crushing. In my view, if you must be some kind of monkey, you'd be better off going to Senior Brother's Flower‑Fruit Mountain to keep it simple."

Wukong, hearing this, was so angry that he leapt onto a stone stool with a "seng" and pointed at Bajie's snout, shouting: "Hey! You half‑baked idiot, what nonsense are you spouting! My old Sun's Flower‑Fruit Mountain has ever‑blooming flowers and evergreen fruits throughout the eight seasons; which of my offspring is not a sentient, wise spirit monkey? This Sleeping Banana Little Monkey's intelligence has faded, how can it compare to my offspring? If you dare speak such nonsense again, watch me, old Sun, not give another hole to your long mouth!"

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother is just joking."

Sandy tried to separate the two, but when his gaze swept over the Banana Master in the heavens, he couldn't help a sigh: "These methods seem to eliminate worries, but actually uproot humanity. Without wisdom, how can there be worries? Not discerning right from wrong, how can one judge good and evil? These Sleeping Banana Little Monkeys are no different from earth, wood, tile, and stone."

"Blessed… the sea of suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore. Yet this turning back teaches people to fall forever into folly." Tripitaka's prayer beads spun rapidly in his hand, he sighed: "The path of cultivation lies in subduing the mind, illuminating the heart, seeing one's nature; it's not about taking shortcuts, smashing the spiritual platform into chaos to eradicate the three poisons of greed, hatred, and delusion. Without wisdom to cut through afflictions, it's like a paper boat, how can it cross the sea of suffering?"

Tripitaka clasped his hands and said: "All sentient beings possess the Buddha's wisdom and virtue. If in the future we can copy the Mahayana sutra we obtained and give it to the original doctor, teaching him to commit fewer sins, enlighten ten thousand monkeys, and return to wholeness, that would be good."

(... His banana thing, what's going on? He really has no desire to drink at all.)

(How dare they mess with my mind like this, no wonder the synesthetic beacon turned into this mess. This broken thing can't do what it should; where's the bastard behind it?)

Boteo felt a heaviness in his heart, but he didn't react immediately, instead continued forward with Banana Helper.

"Next, let's turn our attention to some more complex issues," Banana Helper said, "such as your hatred, your hatred toward the company."

They approached the guards of the two companies, watching the tense standoff, and Banana Helper couldn't help but comment: "That truly is an endless sea of fury."

"Since you know, think before you speak, don't set yourself on fire, banana," Boteo said coldly.