Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

He joined the army, was defeated in battles, retreated from Zaocheng to Xucheng, from Xucheng to Huaicheng, finally, he decided to pull up a team by himself, but was buried by him in a few days.

Those loyal souls didn't blame him, but he couldn't forgive himself.

Finally, he became a rampant assassin tycoon, and his reputation was sung all over the country. He avenged all his personal revenge but could not avenge his country. He left, and the reason for his departure was betrayal.

In that era when people were not as good as ghosts, he knew that the good and evil of human nature have always been two sides of the same body, which are inseparable.

Back to reality, guilt and powerlessness tormented him day and night, and every day he woke up from the nightmare, he began to question himself, his ability, his existence, and the system.

Finally, he made up his mind to travel again, this time not only for learning ability, but also to verify his own existence.

He chose many worlds, mixed them together, and entered the army, a place full of discipline. He wanted to see if he had the opportunity to come into contact with other plots in the army.

The result made him very terrified. He entered the intelligence agency by mistake. He went through all the plots one by one. He met all the characters in the plot, without exception.

Since then, he has questioned himself more seriously, wondering if he is a real person, or just a person.

He started to get in touch with charity, not for anything else, just to leave something in the world and prove his own existence. He is doing good deeds crazily, hoping to use truth, kindness and beauty to cover up the confusion in his heart.

In the world of martial arts, he launched a revolution, not only for the survival of the people, but also to prove his growth. He didn't know who to prove to, to the system?Or to other unknown existences!

Wang Xuebin closed his eyes and frowned, trembling all over, eating the offal noodles bit by bit.

He chewed very hard, taking every bite, savoring carefully, not even letting go of the soup!

After he finished eating, he gently put the bowl on the table, sighed, opened his eyes and asked:

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva! I don't know whether I am a real person or a fictional character in a movie. Is my existence real or manipulated by others? Can you give me an answer?"

"This problem has plagued me for more than 30 years!"

"I, can't take it anymore!"

Looking closely, I saw his eyes were as red as blood.

Chapter 128 Shadow

Man is a complex individual, and the complexity lies in the interweaving of good and evil.

Good and evil are two inseparable sides. As much good as a person is, he will have as much evil thoughts. Good and evil are more choices than nature for people!

What Wang Xuebin has done in the past can definitely be called a great and upright person. He is filial to his parents, respects teachers, respects the old and loves the young, has a broad mind, and knows how to repay his kindness.

All positive words can be found in him. For the benefit of others, he even sacrificed his life. Such a person can definitely be called a moral saint!

Is such a person respectable?

No, it's scary!

No one is perfect, if it is perfect, it is definitely not human!

A person without flaws is terrible, you can't imagine how much shadow is hidden in his heart!

Wang Xuebin was like this at this time, his blood-red eyes were staring at the two gods.

This bowl of noodles brings out the shadow that he has accumulated for more than [-] years.

Once this shadow is triggered, it cannot be suppressed.

At this time, he was extremely pessimistic in his heart, only thinking about either finding the answer, or finding a world to exile himself.

His ability has already become a climate, and if it erupts in this world, it will cause a turmoil. This is the last thing the kind thoughts in his bones can do.

"Bodhisattva, can you give me an answer?"

Even at this time, Wang Xuebin remained polite and did not make mistakes.

The Bodhisattva sighed. He and the God of Cookery had put down the noodle bowls when they noticed Wang Xuebin's strange behavior.

This noodle does have the effect of evoking people's memories, but for the gods, this effect cannot shake their minds, at most it adds a little fun to the feast, nothing else.

But for Wang Xuebin, this thing is no less than gut-piercing poison. It reminds him of the problem that he has been avoiding all the time, and it will be out of control once it is fired!

"Om mani padme hum!"

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva has a solemn face, clasped his hands together, and recited the six-syllable mantra.

The sun in the sky was covered by dark clouds, the purple bamboo in the bamboo forest moved without wind, and the koi in the pond kept jumping, as if welcoming something.

A thunderbolt exploded, shattering the pavilion above their heads, and the rubble scattered in all directions without falling into the pavilion.

A gust of wind blew over with a gust of drizzle, drenching Wang Xuebin thoroughly.

This is not rain, but rain in French, which is the work of the bodhisattva and has the effect of washing the body and mind.

The nectar woke him up, and he sat on the stone bench, panting, the bullet timing was out of his control just now, and it started by itself.

At this time, his heart was full of exhaustion. It was an indescribable feeling. It was more time than a sage's time, and he couldn't arouse a sliver of energy.

"Sorry, I'm sorry!"

Wang Xuebin, who had woken up, pressed the shadow into his heart again. He forced himself to pay a gift like the two gods, and then asked sincerely again:

"Bodhisattva, this is my long-standing confusion, and now I am about to become my demon. I hope Bodhisattva can help me solve my confusion!"

The Bodhisattva lowered his palms and comforted him:

"Benefactor! The world is infinite! Our stories must be written,"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin paused without making a sound, leaning on the table with both arms, crossed his hands, and breathed deeply.

The Bodhisatta continued:

"Don't be discouraged, donator. Don't forget that the poor monk is also a character you saw in the movie, but it also exists. This is not a conflict!"

The God of Cookery on the side also persuaded:

"Little brother, don't be too horny. I have transformed into a myriad of worlds, and I have seen movies featuring my deeds, but what does it matter? I am still me, the God of Cookery is still the God of Cookery!"

Wang Xuebin looked at the already clear sky and said:

"What I am afraid of now is whether what I think is really controlled by myself? If I am just a character in the pen, is everything I experience designed?

Am I just like Truman, a clown who is proud of himself in front of everyone! "

"Hahahaha!"

The God of Cookery laughed loudly: