Fighter of the Destiny

Master, back then you asked me to go to Lingyan Pavilion to read Master Wang's notes, saying that there were secrets in them that could change one's fate against the will of heaven, but I didn't see it.

After Chen Changsheng said these words to Shang Xingzhou, the atmosphere in the Tomb of Heaven's Book became a little strange.

This is a secret that few people know.

Even after the master and apprentice turned against each other, this secret did not spread.

This sentence should have appeared three years ago, but when Chen Changsheng thought about it, since all the conversations in the old temple in Xining Town, including those times themselves, were means, what was the point of asking painful questions about the past? Moreover, he got a very important Heavenly Book tablet in Lingyan Pavilion, saw many secrets in Wang Zhice's notes, and gained many insights, which brought very important help to his monastic career and brought many warnings to his life. , is enough.

He continued: I only saw the word cannibalism in that notebook.

Wang Zhice's face showed an expression of recalling the past, with some emotion, even sentimentality.

That notebook contains what he saw and heard in those years, which is the most authentic history before and after the founding of the Zhou Dynasty.

The truest history is often the darkest.

The seemingly peaceful sound of reading in the back alleys obscured the tragic screams on the Luoshui flower boat.

In the seemingly boring court life, there are countless swords and swords hidden in it.

Wang Zhice did not mention the incident in Baicao Garden, but the occasional words revealed the cruelty of that night.

The so-called prosperous age can only go as one person wishes after all. There are bloody corpses lying everywhere on the steps leading to the top. Those years and the following hundreds of years were full of fathers and sons killing each other, brothers killing each other, husbands and wives killing each other, and monarchs and ministers killing each other. So... master and disciple killing each other, naturally it is not an exaggeration.

Chen Changsheng was silent for a while and said, I just don't understand why you don't do it yourself.

He and Shang Xingzhou discussed this issue on a snowy night at the National Education College three years ago.

He had already given the answer at that time, and now he raised it again because he wanted to vent his emotions.

Shang Xingzhou's xinxing and Taoism are perfect, and his only weakness is Chen Changsheng.

Because he can convince himself that he has a reason to do anything, even if he kills all the people in Kyoto.

But when it came to Chen Changsheng, he couldn't convince himself.

The more this happened, the less he liked Chen Changsheng.

It started from Xining Town, from that old temple, it started like this many years ago.

As time went by, this emotion became more and more intense, and he disliked the person who disliked Chen Changsheng less and less.

He didn't want to see Chen Changsheng.

In the end, he even wished that Chen Changsheng had never appeared between heaven and earth.

He didn't want to do it himself, because that would only make it harder for Dao to have peace of mind.

He hoped that Chen Changsheng would die in the hands of others.

Three years ago at the National Education Academy, he said that as long as Chen Changsheng did not return to Kyoto, he would not take action again.

But later he still couldn't bear the temptation.

So Zhou Tong died, and besides Su, there was also Mu from Daxizhou.

Chen Changsheng survived on the Snow Ridge, but encountered danger again on the Saintess Peak.

What we cultivate is the mind. Of all things in the world, only the mind cannot deceive itself.

Chen Changsheng asked in confusion: Could it be that if I die in the hands of others, you can convince yourself that it has nothing to do with you?

Shang Xingzhou looked at him without speaking.

Chen Changsheng finally said: Please take action yourself. Maybe you can see your own mind clearly at the last moment. Don't you want to try?

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I want to try it.

Wang Po said this when facing Zhu Luo in the storm of Xunyang City. In Baidi City, Xuanyuan Po said this when facing an opponent he could not defeat. Xu Yourong said it, and so did Chen Changsheng.

Compared with Shang Xingzhou, they are still very young and have enough time to try and have room for mistakes. Perhaps it is for this reason that they will be more brave and direct when facing certain hurdles that require choices. .

So, don't you want to try it?

Shang Xingzhou looked at Chen Changsheng quietly.

Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong performed really well today, which he admired, and the child in the palace, Silent, was even more wonderful.

But these juniors still underestimated his meticulousness and magma-like terrifying power hidden behind his forbearance and silence.

Even if Wang Zhice is persuaded and stays out of the matter, he is still confident that he can control the situation in Kyoto.

He had no reason to agree to Chen Changsheng's request, but at this moment he heard these words.

This is the drop of honeydew hanging on the stems and branches of the stone wall. It is beautiful and pure, and it is easy to be tempted.

This reminded him of when he was a young Taoist priest many, many years ago.

There is a Changchun Temple in Luoyang City. There are two young Taoist priests in the Changchun Temple, named Shang and Yin.

At that time, they had not yet gone to the Palace Affiliated Hospital and the National Education Academy respectively to seek enlightenment.

Their master was naturally an extraordinary figure, but he died quietly in the end.

Those were real troubled times. Luoyang was besieged for a long time, demons were everywhere in the mountains and plains outside the city, and there was a fishy smell everywhere in the world.

They left Luoyang, accompanied by a young man named Tang.

During that journey, they saw many miserable scenes, which had a great impact on each of them.

Finally somewhere, he stopped and said to the dusk over the mountain, I still want to try.

He stayed anonymously under the tutelage of the later Emperor Taizong and met many great people.

Those people were wearing bright clothes and angry horses, but he continued to stand in a dark corner, silent and low-key.

No matter how prosperous he became later, he was still like that.

The demon clan has not yet been destroyed, so they cannot relax for a moment.

Eventually he got used to that kind of life and even liked it.

Your Majesty needs people like him to assist you secretly in order to become your Majesty.

Except for a few people, no one knew that he was Shang Xingzhou, the orthodox successor of the state religion. They only thought that he was a Ji Taoist who could cure diseases.

When he overthrew the rule of Queen Tianhai, he wanted to re-appoint Zhou Tong regardless of the undercurrents in the government and the public. Not only was it a promise beforehand, but also because he didn't think there was anything wrong with what Zhou Tong did. He had been doing it for hundreds of years. This is how it is done.

It's just that I still feel a little regretful occasionally.

There is no more youth.

Shang Xingzhou looked at Chen Changsheng, his calm and resolute eyes, his clear features, and thought to himself - he is just such a young man.

Hundreds of years have passed, and now it is no longer the bleak days when Luoyang was besieged and everyone was eating each other. No matter what the outcome is today, no matter whether there will be civil strife or not, the human race no longer has to worry about going back to those horrific years. It won’t be a hard life either.

Does that mean that he no longer needs to live so hard?

From now on, he can live more freely and more freely?

He looked at Chen Changsheng quietly and suddenly said, Okay, let's try to see if we can end this story.

The late emperor was seriously ill and Tianhai had no intention of returning to power, so he began to write this story.

The beginning of this story is when the continent covered with white sand bore a fruit with the help of the being on the other side of the sea of ​​​​stars.

Then this story will naturally end with the death of that fruit.

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(Excuse me, look at me - the story of Zhe Tian Ji will never end.)