Black Myth: You and I are both destined

The man lay decadently on the cold stone slab, staring through the narrow window at the gradually brightening sky.

His heart was filled with shock, and although his body was still weak, his thoughts began to surge and he whispered to himself.

"Old monster with yellow eyebrows, you miscalculated. Perhaps this monkey is really the man of destiny."

Outside the cell, Tianming heard the man's words and a smile appeared on his lips, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"I have met a Taoist priest in Ziyun Mountain before. He looked malicious and completely different from you."

"He also asked me to help him kill his brother. You look like an upright person. Why would you make the same request?"

The man felt mixed emotions when he heard this, and he didn't know how to respond.

His heart was filled with pain and self-blame for his past naivety and credulity.

At this moment, a strange demonic sound suddenly came. It was like the deep cry of an elephant or the mournful cry of an autumn cicada. The sound was full of magic and easily disturbed people's minds.

Even at dawn, I felt uneasy and could not resist the invasion of this sound.

The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I have four generals. Huang Mei disguised himself as Maitreya to trick us into coming here for the banquet. If I hadn't been naive, I wouldn't have harmed my brothers!"

"Poor four generals, reduced to the monster's lackeys."

"Why--!"

"In order to maintain my original heart, I cut off my ears and eyes so that I would not be bewitched by the evil voice."

"From what I can see, you can't resist this evil sound. Let's finish this matter quickly and leave this place."

Tianming took a closer look and found that although there was blood on the man's eyes, they were slightly open and a glimmer of light could be seen.

No wonder he found it extremely difficult to read his own lips. Tianming couldn't help but feel a little respect for him.

Hearing the man’s words, Tianming’s stubbornness was aroused.

He plucked out a few strands of his own hair, muttered something, and displayed his magical powers.

I saw those hairs instantly turned into clones, some of them holding gongs, some holding drums, and some holding various musical instruments.

These clones began to knock and beat, but accidentally disrupted the magic sound, forming a unique rhythm.

Tianming said to his clones, "Play me a piece of 'Cloud Palace Swift Sound'."

"One plays a powerful sound, another plays a world away!"

The monkey clones responded immediately and played this fairy music.

The melodious music instantly calms people's hearts. The devilish sound seems insignificant in front of this heavenly music and cannot be stopped at all.

Tianming couldn't help but complain: "No wonder in the 86 version of Journey to the West, the Jade Emperor listened to this kind of music every day."

The man's brief contact with Tianming was like the time of a stick of incense, but it was full of shocks.

The man seemed to be mumbling something. Tianming looked sharply at him as he lowered his head again, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

Although he had some respect for this man who had cut off his own ears and eyes, Tianming deliberately used sharp words to provoke him.

"Why are you sighing?" Tianming's voice was provocative: "If you are not doing well, don't blame the uneven road. If you encounter difficulties, it doesn't matter if you lie down, but I am here to save you, you should at least extend your hand to receive me."

"If you don't even want to stand up, who can help you?"

The man was deeply moved by these words. When he was about to say something, he found that Tianming had disappeared in front of the cell.

There were only a few clones left in the cell. They continued to play "Cloud Palace Swift Sound" and said to him with exaggerated lip movements: "I will take care of your brother's funeral. I will ask you for the fee later."

The man's expression became complicated at that moment. There were tears in his smile, as if he was laughing and crying at the same time.

His hands were shaking with excitement. He looked at the dead two-headed rat captain beside him and whispered, "Thank you, thank you."

Tianming was much stronger than before at this time. His spiritual sense was like an invisible net, covering the entire space.

He could clearly feel several powerful auras, like stars in the night sky, flashing different lights.

Tianming transformed into a nimble bird, flapped its wings and flew high, shuttled through the Buddha world and instantly arrived at the upper level of the Buddha world.

His eyes were sharp like a falcon, locking onto the target. Tianming turned around and jumped off the cliff without hesitation, like a meteor streaking through the abyss.

Below the cliff, he found an open space. The dim cave was flooded with purple light, like the eyes of a devil, flashing strange light.

A group of people dressed as monks knelt in front of the Demon General Lianyan. Their expressions were pious and fearful, and they seemed to be performing some mysterious ritual.

As soon as dawn fell, a Buddhist voice was heard echoing in the cave: "All dharmas are empty in nature, neither increasing nor decreasing." The voice was solemn and mysterious, as if telling the truth of the universe.

Although Tianming's strength should make it easy to deal with such a leader, he never underestimates the enemy.

He released an avatar and started fighting with the demon general Lianyan, wanting to test the opponent's strength personally.

The battle was about to break out, and the magic power of the demon general turned into purple light, like purple lightning, cutting through the air with destructive power.

Tianming's clone dodged flexibly, and each dodge seemed to be easy.

He observed the demon general's every move and every attack, trying to find his weakness.

After a fierce battle, Tianming finally summed up the key to dealing with the demon general.

"Three-stage chopping sticks can steal damage, and remember not to jump around in battle. Hide behind rocks for lasers, and use invisibility to hide missiles."

Afterwards, Tianming personally took action and prepared to kill the demon general Lianyan.

As soon as Tianming approached, he felt the disturbance of the devilish sound. This sound was full of demonic nature and could easily disturb a person's mind. However, he was not afraid.

"Incarnation outside the body!"

Tianming summoned his clone, and the fairy music "Cloud Palace Swift Sound" sounded again.

As "The Swift Sound of the Cloud Palace" played, Tianming began his battle.

The magic power of Demon General Lotus Eye is manifested in the form of purple light, which is a power that is full of demonic yet divine.

Tianming's figure was like a flash of lightning, swift and accurate, and the power of his stick was like a flood ready to burst out at any moment.

"You said, 'All dharmas are empty in nature, neither increasing nor decreasing.'" Tianming spoke in a hoarse voice while typing.

"If that is the case, why do you need to find some believers to worship and why do you need others to offer incense?"

The Buddhist saying 'All dharmas are empty in nature; they neither increase nor decrease' refers to emptiness, meaning that the nature of all things is empty and has no inherent self-nature, and their existence does not increase or decrease due to any external factors.

But as a modern man, Tianming has a materialistic view that transcends his time. This "no increase or decrease" does not conform to the law of conservation of energy at all.

Tianming said this not to use the knowledge of later generations to negate the thinking of previous generations, but to awaken Lianyan from his confusion.

But Lianyan seemed to have turned into a body that could be controlled by anyone. His original heart was dead and he did not respond to Tianming's words at all.

Tianming's heart sank as he realized that words could no longer touch Lianyan's soul.

He took a deep breath, and his stick skills became more powerful. With the sound of breaking through the air, his strength reached its peak at this moment.

The demon general's body stopped for a moment, then collapsed like a statue without support.

Tianming stood there, breathing heavily.

His heart was a hundred times more tired than his body in this battle.

"He helped someone kill his brother again."