Chapter 1715-Fate Monk
earing is only at the cost of soul damage, and the way to forcibly ascend the realm is not his own strength. The longer he uses the soul bearing, the greater the damage to himself.judging from the deg...[from the East Emperor Bell rang: 620 years]
Ming Dynasty, Yongle four years of winter.
heavy snow.
in the Kunlun Mountains, a gray figure walked slowly through the endless snow, and the wind picked up the broken snow, drowning the two lines of clear footprints.
the figure passed through the mountains and finally stopped in front of an old dilapidated temple.
the temple seems to have been a product of a thousand years ago, with almost all its outer walls collapsing, snow-covered wreckage so heavy that the outline of the house could not be seen at all, and half a dilapidated door stood alone in front of the wreckage, squeaking in the roaring wind.
"has it been more than 1400 years"
the gray figure looked at the wreckage of the temple and muttered, "longer than I thought."
he reached out to push open the half-worn door, but with a crisp sound, the door cracked directly into the snow, and the shrill crunch completely disappeared, leaving only the endless whining of the wind and snow.
he sighed and stepped into the wreckage of the ruined temple.
with the help of his memory, he came to a snow hill, and with a gentle step, the snow in front of him was automatically shattered and sprinkled all over the ground, revealing the clay statue of the Buddha.
for more than 1400 years, even the outer walls have collapsed and decayed, and this clay Buddha statue still looks the same!
in the belly of the clay Buddha, a crack has spread, almost splitting the front of the Buddha in half. with the collapse of the snow, the crack spreads again, as if something is about to rush out from the inside!
the figure in gray just stood quietly in the ruins, gazing at the scene, with no intention of doing anything.
click--!
with a dull sound, the clay Buddha split in half from the crack in the center, and one figure remained in the same position as the original Buddha, quietly sitting cross-knee on the stone platform.
he was a young monk in his early twenties, with a handsome face and a muddy cassock, but his skin was white and bright, like a holy Buddha born in the mud.
his face is exactly the same as the figure in gray!
"you came out a little late." Lin Qi Night, dressed in gray, looked at the exact same face in front of him and spoke calmly.
the monk's eyes slowly opened, like a deep and calm autumn water. Although his face was exactly the same as that of Lin Qi Night, his temperament was completely different, and there was Zen in his every move.
"it's not easy to shape this body, let alone to prevent it from being discovered."
he stood up from the ruins, patted the mud on his cassock, and stood opposite Lin in the wind and snow.
"what should I call you The established result Destiny Buddha Or. Lin Qi Night " Lin Qinight asked.
the monk folded his hands and saluted slightly to Lin Qi Night:
"call me …" [fate] is good. "
"fate" Lin Qinight looked at the monk in front of him. "is this your dharma name"
"name, dharma name, trumpet. They are nothing but vanity, neither Buddha nor Tao, neither god nor man, and I am who I am. "
Lin Qi's eyebrows rose slightly. "what you see is thorough."
"Human beings always like to complicate simple things through the so-called 'personality', 'emotion' and 'love and hate'. I'm just doing the opposite."
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fate and still hands together, calmly speaking, the tone that has not ups and downs, not like a living person, but like an ice-cold machine.
this is not out of Lin's accident. The consciousness born out of pure cause and effect will not have the emotions that human beings have, but they will have extremely terrifying computing power. This is what he wants.
"how are you doing with this game of chess" Lin Qiyi asked the question that he was most concerned about.
"in 1525 years, I have done 6,420 trillion operations, and judging from the pieces we have, the winning rate is less than 2/1000." The fatalistic monk said faintly.
"2/1000."
Lin Qi Night thought that the human race's chances of winning would be very low, but unexpectedly, even if he returned to the Western Han Dynasty to set up this secret chess game, the chances of winning would still be so small. It seems that as [the key to the door] said before, throughout history, it is not a joke that mankind has no chance of winning.
it is far more terrifying than they know.
Lin Qiyi frowned. "so, how many more chess pieces do we need"
"the improvement of the winning rate is not determined by the number of pieces, but by the quality of the pieces and the role he can play in cause and effect." The fateful monk paused for a moment. "even if there are three more Jade Emperors, their role in this chess game may not be as good as a Li Yifei."
"I understand." Lin Qi Night nodded, "I will deal with the problem of chess pieces."... Now that you are in the flesh, what are your plans "
"for me, it doesn't make much difference whether I have a physical body or not. I condensed this physical body just to complete a period of cause and effect for you. "
". Zhou Ping "
"We need Zhou Ping, and Zhou Ping also needs a condensed bead of my physical body. Only in this way can we complete this causal paradox and hide Zhou Ping's existence completely."
"now that you've made up your mind, go ahead." If you need anything, contact me directly with the thread of cause and effect. "
Lin came here for seven nights just to see if he was qualified to be a chess player as he expected. And the performance of the fatalistic monk is even better than he expected.
"Don't forget that there is another person's cause and effect that you have not hidden." The fatalistic monk opened his mouth and warned.
"that era is too close to the era in which I lived in the past. In order to avoid the entanglement of cause and effect between the two of me, I will seal my cause and effect fifty years in advance and fall into a deep sleep." He's all yours. "
"good." The fateful monk nodded slightly. "after I leave this body to Zhou Ping, I will refine one."
see Lin Qiyue turn around and is about to leave. After a moment of silence, the fateful monk slowly opens his mouth:
"because."
Lin stopped for seven nights and looked back.
"you can't lose this game of human chess, can you" Fate and Shang clasped their hands and asked in the blizzard.
"that's natural." Lin Qinight naturally opened his mouth, "if even human beings no longer exist, what is the need to continue this game of chess"
the fateful monk gazed at Lin Qi Night for a long time and nodded slightly:
"that's good."
the voice fell, and he turned and walked to the other side of the mountain, his muddy robes hidden in the wind and snow.
seeing the fateful monk suddenly ask such a question, Lin Qiyi was a little puzzled, but he still shook his head and walked down the hill from the other side." made with time, the red-haired girl simply believes in the harvesting machine. Given enough time, she can even turn the life of the world into her followers.neither the power of faith conversion nor...