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Chapter 34 Fate

"The devil has a destiny with you."

Everyone has a weakness, and Dongchen's weakness is his feet, a pair of feet that can make any woman feel inferior. It doesn't matter if you fight, but if you touch it...

It wasn't an itch, but a weird feeling that made him react when being touched by a monk. Even though he knew it was because of his feet, Dongchen still couldn't accept it.

"Let go."

Boom!

His weak body didn't react quickly. As the monk let go, Dongchen fell headfirst to the ground. His head felt dizzy at that time. Without energy blessing, to be honest, Dongchen's body was really not that good.

Angrily, Dongchen put on his socks and put on his shoes. Dongchen stared at the monk's empty blind eyes, thought for a while, and did not dare to take action.

Both of them were silent, Dongchen didn't know what to say, and the monk couldn't see it at all.

Out of boredom, Dongchen began to look around. This room should be an energy center. This could be seen from the huge disk-shaped energy sum behind the monk. When he saw this thing, Dongchen was happy on the spot.

"Exit, where is the exit?"

Scanning the surroundings carefully, Dongchen found a staircase. But Dongchen didn't plan to leave now, he hadn't recovered yet. At this time, it was better to stay with the blind monk.

His consciousness was immersed in the sea of ​​consciousness. Just as Dongchen was about to summon Broken Sword, he felt a heavy weight on his shoulder: "Donor, you are too murderous, it is better not to act rashly."

Looking at the blind monk coldly, Dongchen snorted disdainfully: "Then I wait to die? Energy does not distinguish between good and bad, good or evil, it only depends on what the person who uses it does."

The evil emperor Bi Yao of Mosa Fu Ta Ta said, "Donor, you have great wisdom, and the poor monk is willing to introduce you to my secret sect of Buddhism. Donor, is it okay?"

"I want you to die!" Dong Chen bared his teeth and stared at the blind monk, muttering to himself that this monk must be sick or crazy. Well, who wants to be a monk? He can't eat meat and can't marry a wife.

Thinking of this, Dongchen shook his head: "Master, I appreciate your kindness. This one? I still don't want to go out."

"Sa Fu Wei Go to the South." The monk recited another mantra that no ghost could understand, and then sat cross-legged in front of Dong Chen: "Donor, I think you misunderstood the poor monk. What I want you to join is the secret sect.

In Buddhism, you only need to keep your good thoughts in your heart, and you don’t need to keep any rules and regulations."

Don’t you need to abide by the rules? Dongchen’s eyes lit up, there are still such monks in the world?

Out of curiosity, Dongchen couldn't help but ask: "Can a secret sect monk marry a wife?"

"Yes." The blind monk replied calmly.

Dongchen was happy: "Then, can secret sect monks eat meat?"

"Yes." The blind monk remained calm.

Dongchen touched his head, looked at the nine fragrant scars on the blind monk's bald head, and then touched his broken hair: "Well, all secret sect monks need to be tonsured?"

"This?" The blind monk thought for a moment and said, "Yes or no."

"What's the meaning?"

"If you want to shave, just shave. If you don't want to shave, then pull it off." The monk's expression was not normal, and there was anger in his voice.

Dongchen looked at him, thought for a while, and quickly asked the last question: "So, what are the benefits of joining the secret sect of Buddhism?"

Snap!

The joints of his clenched hands crackled, and Dongchen was so frightened that he moved back.

"Master, don't be arrogant! These days, I don't think anyone would do anything that is not beneficial, don't you think?"

Standing tall, his body is blue behind him. He holds a sword in his right hand and a rope in his left hand. His eyes move up and down, surrounded by flames. The frowning Buddha statue appears in real form. The blind monk forms a seal with his hands: "Yemo Sammanduo Fu Sun" Luo Nan, fight with Maharashana!"

"Donor, when you enter my secret sect of Buddhism, please have kind thoughts in your heart. The poor monk has the body of the Immovable Ming King, and he will teach you the way to suppress the demons to stop the evil in your body. The previous donor was a mad demon and could not be liberated. Without the poor monk , the benefactor has gone back long ago. Now, the poor monk only asks the benefactor, "Do you want to come in or not?"

"So what if I get in, so what if I don't?" Dong Chen narrowed his eyes and got angry. He hated others threatening him most in his life.

"Mahorusana!"

The blind monk recited the ghost mantra again, his face showing anger: "If you enter, a poor monk will accept you as a disciple. If you don't enter, in order to protect the peace of the world, the poor monk will eradicate evil spirits for the world."

Threat, the threat of Chi Guoguo.

Dongchen stood up with his sword, angrily setting off blood flames, and the power of his soul surged out: "Then we can try. If you say I am a devil, I am a devil? What do you think?"

"The fate of Killing the Wolf, Seven Kills, Breaking the Army, and the three stars of Greedy Wolf appear. Donor, your fate is not single, but comprehensive."

"It is said that those who have the fate of Sha Po Lang will destroy the world. But no one has ever truly possessed all the fate of Sha Po Lang. I saw this possibility in the donor. Donor, please become a monk. I will wait and see. Be by the donor's side and guide the donor to the right path."

The blind monk's calm words struck Dongchen's heart like thunder.

When Lang made a soft sound, the sharp sword slipped down, Dong Chenzi collapsed on the ground, his face changed wildly: "How do you know?"

"Touch."

Shrinking his feet unnaturally, Dongchen lowered his head: "Do you have a solution?"

"Come to my secret sect of Buddhism, and the poor monk will have his own solution." The blind monk smiled.

"You're not lying to me?" Dongchen raised his head.

"Monks don't tell lies."

Dongchen stared at the blind monk, then looked at the Buddha statue behind him that looked similar to a monster, and curled his lips...

"Monks don't lie to people, so why should people become monks? You said that I have the destiny to kill wolves, then tell me how I can kill wolves? If you say it correctly, I will join. Otherwise, I will be with you. You work hard!"

There was blood in Dongchen's eyes: "Master, I admit that I can't beat you. But... if I really fight to the death, you may not have an easy time."

With the existence of the true sword, Dongchen really has to risk his life, let alone the earth level, even the heaven level can fight for it. However, the price of this thing is too high, and it is not necessary unless it is absolutely necessary. Dongchen really doesn't dare to use it. .But if you don’t dare to use it, you don’t dare to use it. It’s still okay to use it to threaten people.

This is called confidence.

The blind monk had a smile on his face: "Seven Kills, thieves who disrupt the world; generals who destroy armies and dominate the world; greedy wolves, treacherous and deceitful people. Does the donor know these?"

"This kind of explanation doesn't need to be used to fool people. What I want to know is my own." Dong Chen's face was dark.

"Haha." The blind monk smiled noncommittally: "The blood flames on the benefactor's body should be regarded as the Seven Kills, Bai Ling is a greedy wolf, and the benefactor himself is destined to break the army. He should have dominated the world, but it is a pity that he was weak at a young age. But this is fate. As a result, the donor is a person who is destined to suffer calamity, and he should face many calamities."

"I don't believe in fate." Dongchen picked up the sword and said with an extremely firm tone: "I only believe in myself."

"What's the difference between belief and disbelief?" The blind monk shook his head: "Donor, this poor monk will ask again, whether to enter or not to enter."

Standing up slowly, sheathing the sword, Dongchen leaned down and lowered his head: "I am not here to solve the disaster, but to gain strength. What I believe in is always myself. Only I can solve everything. And I want to solve it.

Everything requires power. I don’t care whether the power is evil or righteous, Buddha’s or demon’s. I just need to know whether he is strong or not.”

"Power is everything! Destiny can never stop me or determine me. What is destiny? I am destiny."


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