Dr. Banner's small hospital occupies half of the small temple in the suburbs. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The small temple itself does not have a name, or it used to be, but due to the passage of time, the plaque originally engraved with the name of the temple has been blurred.

The Buddha statue enshrined here is the Peacock King. This is a rare Venerable in a country like China, where Mahayana Buddhism is prevalent.

The Peacock King, a Venerable who feeds on poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions, and all negative and ugly things in the world, such as the ugliest poison, terror and consternation, has become the most gorgeous existence of all the Venerables with thousands of colored glass lights and gorgeous appearances.

The peacock is gorgeous, but it feeds on poisonous scorpions.

Dr. Banner has been in this small temple for more than a year, and he has been here for more than a year to start healing and saving lives. It is not easy to save people in this place, because the medicine has to be imported from India, but India is very difficult to kill Nepal.

Pharmaceuticals and energy and the like are restricted, and only a fairly low supply is maintained.

So even Dr. Banner sometimes needs to use local methods to heal diseases, relying on herbs to cure diseases is a local method that has been passed down for thousands of years, but sometimes it is very effective.

Just like now, he is extracting several herbs that are more practical and have a fever-reducing effect, although it is not the professional equipment of a large pharmaceutical factory, and can be extracted and purified in the best, but the preliminary extraction of the medicine is more effective than ordinary decoction.

Malaria is a relatively common disease in South Asia, along with high fever. So Banner's medicines for these diseases are basically readily available. Even so, Dr. Banner's small hospital was overstretched by the herbs and a small amount of Western medicine, but Dr. Banner tried to do everything he could.

Because for him, it's one of the meanings of his life in this world. Not to make weapons to kill, but to protect and rescue.

During that fight with Abomination in Brazil a few years ago, he learned one thing, Hulk (Green) can't be killed. Even though he injected himself with what he thought was the antidote, Hulk showed up eventually.

It's something that's in his veins. He absconded after the rebellion in Brazil, as he had done countless times before.

He needs to live incognito, and becoming a weapon of killing for the military is not what he expects. Nepal in South Asia was just a coincidence. Originally, he wanted to go to India.

As the second most populous country in the world, India has a population of more than one billion, and it is still simple to hide a Banner.

However, because of the coincidence, he learned about the situation in Nepal after helping the mountain movers from Nepal in several states in India, and he felt that the people of this country needed help more.

So here he came. Shelter in this small temple of the Peacock King and do what you can.

But there are some things that have deviated, and the deviation comes from the old monk of this temple.

This is just an ordinary old monk who does not have any extraordinary powers, and the only thing he learns is probably Buddhism (Buddhism in Nepal is Hinayana Buddhism, and most of it is Tantra. ）

He doesn't talk much, his sagging skin makes his face wrinkled, and he especially likes to laugh. When I laugh, I always squeeze the wrinkles together.

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

The old monk may not have special or extraordinary abilities, but as he gets older, he may have some insight into people's hearts as he sees more things.

He could see some apprehension lurking beneath Banner's gentle smile.

He found Banner and sat quietly on the steps outside Dr. Banner's office, unoblivious to the dampness left on the steps by the rain that had just fallen last night.

"Good evening Banner. The old monk greeted Banner in a slow tone, and he smiled and his wrinkles deepened.

"Good evening, Baga (the name of the old monk. ）。 Banner bowed to the old monk and said that whether he believed in Buddhism or not, he at least knew how to respect the beliefs of others.

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

"Don't you need to read the scriptures tonight?" Banner asked with a smile as he glanced at the old monk.

"Did ringing the bell and chanting the scriptures affect your study at night?" the old monk asked.

Banner immediately shook his head, waved his hand and said, "No, no. Not at all. Please feel free to recite the sutras, but in fact my mood is very calm when you recite the sutras, and it calms me down more than listening to any music. ”

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

"Huh? It's complicated. Banner couldn't explain the Hulk problem in himself.

The old monk stared at Banner for a while, Banner had been living with him for some time, and he had a certain understanding of Banner.

"Why can't you sleep peacefully every night?" the old monk continued.

Hulk, of course, but Banner can't answer that. He couldn't answer that there was a super monster in his body, and maybe one would ruin the world if he didn't pay attention.

But the long-term loneliness made him want to find someone to despise, just like this old monk, a completely irrelevant outsider. In this closed world, I don't care about what happens outside, maybe a Buddha statue and a few scriptures are good to live like this.

Banner explained everything about himself in a way that he had been lonely for too long and needed someone to talk to: "Do you know what it's like to have nightmares? Every time I come back in the middle of the night, I'm woken up by myself. ”

Old Monk: "Why?"

Banner: "Because of the killing, the endless blood and the endless rage. The ruined city and all kinds of corpses imprisoned a beast in my heart. ”

Old monk: "Very fierce?"

Banner: "Very ferocious!"

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

Banner: "It can't be tamed. ”

Old Monk: "Why do you think it can't be tamed?"

Banner: "Because it's a beast." ”

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

Banner: "What do you mean?"

Old monk: "Why not yourself?"

"You think the beast inside you is just a beast, it comes from its own, but why don't you think that the beast is yourself?"

Banner was a little surprised: "What?"

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

Banner shook his head.

"The Peacock Ming King, who feeds on the ugliness of the world, is the most gorgeous of the many Buddhist Venerables. He is the one who devours poisonous insects, and he is also the one who purifies all beings. The old monk said.

"There are snakes and scorpions (non-derogatory terms) on the inside, and peacocks on the outside. Do you know?" the old monk asked Banner with a smile.

Banner was silent. He had never thought about it, did the Hulk exist independently of him?

Actually, there would be no Hulk (green) without Banner, right?

Am I the Hulk? or is the Hulk me?

For the first time in his life, Bruce Banner was caught in such a tangle. By the time he came back to his senses, the old monk had already left.

It was Banner's first visit to the woods behind the temple, and he whispered, as if he were talking to someone nearby, "If you can hear what I'm saying, can we come out and talk? ”

ps: The setting of the Peacock King here uses a comic "Peacock King" in the early years and does not follow the formal Buddhist teachings, please don't blame you.