Black Myth: You and I are both destined

Tianming and Zhu Bajie walked forward in the wind and snow, and finally saw the small temple at the end of the road.

In the open space in front of the temple, a dead tree stood alone, its branches covered with icicles, telling of the vicissitudes of time.

Suddenly, a strange bird flew through the wind and snow. Its feathers were as white as snow, but its head and claws were dazzling red. It circled in the air, making a sharp sound.

“Eating vegetarian food, chanting Buddhist scriptures, reciting scriptures and meditating, how many people can truly have a mind as calm as still water, pure and quiet.”

A strange bird landed on a dead tree. Its head turned out to be a human head with fleshy horns. Its eyes were staring at Tianming sharply.

The strange bird looked at him dressed as a traveler, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Look at you. You're still trying so hard in this storm? It must be because of that thing!"

Tianming knew that the strange bird referred to the Great Sage, so he stopped.

"How did you know?"

The strange bird raised a weird smile at the corner of its mouth and answered proudly while waving its wings.

"Before you came, I had already read your fortune. Can you guess what it said?"

Tianming did not answer, but just waited quietly for the strange bird to continue speaking.

The strange bird seemed dissatisfied with Tianming's reaction. It slowly said the answer: "It is better to be still than to move. It is a talent without destiny."

This is a very bad sign. At this time, it is best to go back and not move forward.

But Tianming was not shaken by the strange bird's words. He said calmly, "I understand."

Then, without paying any more attention to the strange bird, he walked straight past it and continued towards the lake.

Although the strange bird lost face, it was not angry. It was arranged by someone to come here to guide the man of destiny.

"If you want to die, I won't stop you."

The strange bird spread its wings and bowed its head in salute.

"The land of Little Western Heaven respectfully welcomes the man of destiny!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he shouted loudly at the last moment: "Change!" and transformed Tianming into a bat king with green wings!

The strange bird soared in the sky, its wings flapping the cold air, leaving blurry white trails.

At dawn, he followed the strange bird closely.

They passed a spectacular waterfall, where water cascaded down from a great height like the Milky Way hanging upside down, splashing everywhere and making a deafening roar.

Tianming shuttled through the mist of the waterfall, and the water droplets wet his wings, but he still followed closely, not daring to relax at all.

Then they went around a dense pine forest.

The pine needles are covered with thick snow, and the sunlight shines through the treetops and onto the snow, forming a mottled picture.

They walked among the snow-capped mountains like ghosts, and the cold wind blew with a biting chill.

Finally, they came to a frozen lake.

The ice here is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the dazzling sunlight and sparkling with azure light.

Zhu Bajie, who was following closely behind, flew relatively low and discovered something strange under the ice.

"Nephew, come down quickly, there is something under the water."

Tianming's gaze penetrated the surface of the icy lake and he noticed the strange red light at the bottom of the lake.

The light seemed to be beating, as if it had its own rhythm and life. Tianming's intuition told him that this red light was closely related to their mission.

He decided to ignore the whereabouts of the land god for the time being and instead fly down to the lake to find out what was going on.

But the land worker of Xiaoxitian also took this opportunity to fly to the shrine of the Zhaojian Lake Land Temple next to the ice lake.

After dawn, I touched the ice and watched the red light swimming under the ice, becoming more and more fascinated.

At this moment, a laugh came from the small temple in the center of the lake. The laugh was low and magnetic, with a hint of imperceptible arrogance.

The laughter echoed on the silent lake, making people shudder.

Tianming and Zhu Bajie both looked towards the small temple in the center of the lake.

I saw a short figure slowly walking out of the temple. His steps were calm and steady, as if every step was in line with the beat of fate.

This little monk was the same one they had met before, but now his attire was completely different.

He changed into a set of golden decorations, which shone with a noble and mysterious light under the moonlight.

His belt was a deep blue, contrasting sharply with the gold decorations, making his status even more extraordinary.

The little monk walked barefoot for too long, with two strings of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. The beads swayed gently with his steps, making pleasant bell-like sounds.

In his hand he was carrying a seemingly ordinary bag.

There was a smile on the little monk's face.

"Hahahaha, very good, very good."

There was a hint of teasing in the little monk's tone, as if he was talking about something in the past.

"When the monkey was alive, he only knew how to beg for help and cry."

"Even after my death, I will bring disaster to my descendants, which will lead to you all coming to my door one by one."

He touched his round belly and looked at the bag in his left hand.

"My bag is almost full."

Tianming laughed and tried to retort.

"Then you are really good at pretending."

He spoke with double meanings and full of disdain, as if he had seen through the little monk's true identity.

A hint of displeasure flashed in the little monk's eyes. It was obvious that Tianming's words had touched a sore spot.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he snorted coldly, as if he was suppressing his inner anger.

The little monk said nothing more, picked up the bag in his hand, and said to the bag: "Kang Jinlong, you have already understood the Dharma nature, come out and help me test his quality. See if this monkey is qualified to be my disciple."

As the little monk finished his words, he threw the bag into the air.

There was a dazzling light shining from Dabao's mouth, and a white dragon with a one-horn and colorful tail, covered in thunder, flew out from it.

Its appearance was like a flash of lightning that cut through the daylight, shaking the entire Zhaojian Lake.

Tianming and Zhu Bajie stared at the flying dragon. Its body was huge, more than ten feet long. Its scales sparkled coldly in the sun, its horn flashed with lightning, and its colorful tail swayed gracefully.

Zhu Bajie didn't expect that 'she' would become a disciple of Maitreya, and he shouted at Kang Jinlong: "Xingjun! What's wrong with you?"

The two men's attention was all on Kang Jinlong, and they did not notice that the young monk Maitreya and the temple had quietly disappeared, leaving only Kang Jinlong to fight them.

Zhu Bajie stretched out a hand to block Tianming.

"This Long is an old acquaintance of mine. I'll go and try to persuade her."

Zhu Bajie took a step forward, his body casting a long shadow on the ice.

He just walked in front of Kang Jinlong.

"Kang Jinlong, please give me some face..."

But before he could finish his words, he was met with a deafening roar from Kang Jinlong.

The roar was like thunder, with such great force that it knocked Zhu Bajie to the ground, and the saliva from the dragon's mouth sprayed all over his face.

Zhu Bajie shook his head and wiped the saliva off his face. He was not angry, but stood up and continued: "Kangjin Xingjun, please stop being angry. We have a friendship, so why are you doing this today?"

Just as he was about to continue persuading him, he remembered that Tianming was always ruthless, so he had to turn around and stop him.

But when he turned around and was about to stop Tianming, he saw a scene that he couldn't believe.

Tianming actually put away his stick at this moment, turned towards Kang Jinlong, bowed deeply, and said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Zhu Bajie's eyes widened; he could hardly believe his eyes.