Black Myth: You and I are both destined

The confused soul slowly told his story.

Wu Sanlang, I am the third oldest in the family and a farmhand. My two elder brothers, one is a scholar and the other is a warrior. One choked to death after drinking medicine accidentally, and the other was captured by the government for beating someone. Later, he went to the mountains and became a hero in the green forest.

From then on, the burden of the family fell on my shoulders. I had to go out to work and became the only one in the family who could make a living.

Life has been getting harder and harder recently. Working for the poor, the pay is too little to even provide for food and clothing; working for the landlords, a lot of money is deducted every time I pay them for various reasons, which is not much better; working for the government, well, it's good enough if I don't have to pay compensation.

But God had mercy on me and allowed me to find a good job, building a temple for monks.

This is a good place, but also a weird place.

During the days of building the main hall in Xiaoxitian Temple, my co-workers and I encountered all kinds of strange things, and many people quit their jobs out of fear.

I was curious and unwilling to give up, so I went to seek the abbot, hoping that he could answer my doubts.

The abbot did not hide anything. He took me to the pagoda and let me meet the prison guard who was in charge of lighting.

That was the first time I saw such a mysterious existence, and I was filled with fear and awe.

A wonderful sound was heard in the tower, and the prison guard holding the lamp emitted a dazzling light. Like everyone else, I was injured by the light and lost my eyesight.

The voice of the abbot echoed in the pagoda: "To see the truth, one must give up something. Why don't you stay in this temple and practice the great way of bliss with me? Maybe you will be able to transcend the mortal world and enter the Buddha's kingdom sooner."

Like everyone else, I knew I could never go back to my old life, so I decided to stay in the temple and practice.

We asked the abbot about the way to practice, and he told us: "Practice what you are good at."

Although we craftsmen have lost our eyesight, we still have our strength. We decided to use martial arts to gain enlightenment and began to practice.

He tied a large stone to an iron chain, buckled it to his wrist, and swung it every day to exercise his body and will. In this way, he had gathered all the stones for building the temple.

The abbot was very happy and said that this would save some money for repairing the temple, so he made us supporting monks and took charge of the daily affairs of the temple.

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"Ah... um... okay."

Although Tianming had heard this story more than once, he still got angry every time he heard it.

"This Wu Sanlang was just a farmhand who wanted to get paid for his work... He couldn't even earn a living by working hard. Now he has been turned into a monster and even his life is gone."

Zhu Bajie looked at Wu Sanlang, whose soul had been extracted, and an impatient expression appeared on his face.

He shook his head and said to Tianming.

"Let's go, let's get rid of that thing that turns people into monsters. I didn't expect that after not coming here for so long, Xiao Xitian would become like this."

"It seems that there are some monsters here who are deceiving people, using them to help them build temples, and then killing them here."

The two also knew that there was danger ahead, so they had to speed up their pace.

They hurried along the frosty road, their hearts as heavy as the cold snow.

Their original intention was to uncover the truth and find out the evil hidden in this snowy area, but as they went deeper, the scenes before them became more and more bizarre.

There was a vast white world all around, with heavy snow falling. The clouds in the sky hung low, as if they were about to press down on the ground. The snow on the ground was already thick enough to reach above the knees, and every step seemed extremely difficult.

The trees were bent by the snow, and the bare branches were covered with icicles. Whenever the wind blew, the accumulated snow fell down.

They saw monks who were frozen all over the mountains. These monks had naked upper bodies, were thin, and had dry skin. It was obvious that they had died of hunger and cold.

The monk's face showed the pain and despair before death, and his eyes were staring at the sky empty, as if he was questioning something.

Suddenly, these dead monks began to move. They stood up stiffly and attacked Tianming and Zhu Bajie.

In their hands they held sticks and swords, weapons that were not used by Buddhists at all. Their attacks were fierce and disorganized, and it was obvious that they were driven by some evil force.

However, although they were transformed into demons, they were just demon monks with slightly greater strength. They were completely unable to stop the two men and were defeated in no time.

In this snowy area, some monks have been frozen to pieces, shattering into ice chips at the slightest touch. Their bodies have been eroded by the wind and snow, becoming extremely fragile, but driven by their obsession, they still try to attack the invaders.

Tianming and Zhu Bajie noticed that these monks did not have the peaceful aura of Buddhism, but instead exuded a cold and evil aura. This made them certain that someone here must be doing something shady in the name of Buddhism.

The two continued to move forward, and when they passed a pavilion, suddenly, a monkey holding a big knife appeared in their sight.

The monkey was squatting on the top of the pavilion, its body covered with black hair. The hair on its head was particularly thick and messy, as if it had never been groomed.

It was sitting on the ground, eating food with big mouthfuls, but its eyes were confused and it seemed not to be in a clear mind. There was a big unsheathed knife on its back.

Zhu Bajie looked at the black-haired monkey, and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he recognized something.

He turned to Tianming and said, "That monkey looks like a red-butted horse monkey to me. It is one of the marshals under the senior brother."

"He and another red-butted horse monkey are known as the Second Marshal of Maliu, and the two monkeys with long backs are known as the Second General of Bengba. The four of them are the eldest brother's confidants, and are known as the Four Strongest Warriors on the Flower-Fruit Mountain."

Upon hearing this, Tianming also began to observe the monkey carefully. He found that although the monkey was not mentally clear, it had an extraordinary temperament.

He asked, "Then why are they here?"

Zhu Bajie shook his head, expressing his confusion: "This is exactly what I find strange. After the eldest brother got into trouble, they went out to look for his roots."

Zhu Bajie raised his voice and shouted at the red-butt monkey.

"Hey, red-butted monkey, what are you doing here? Why don't you come over to greet your grandpa Pig when he sees you!"

When the Red-butted Monkey heard Zhu Bajie's voice, his expression became more nervous, and one of his claws unconsciously reached behind his back and touched the big knife.

It suddenly threw the food in its hand under the pavilion, hitting a frozen monk with a dull sound.

The frozen monk was startled by the blow and awakened from his deep sleep. He stood up shakily and stood in front of Tianming and Zhu Bajie, waving his mace.

The red-butted monkey took advantage of this opportunity, turned around and fled, and its figure quickly disappeared in the wind and snow.