Black Myth: You and I are both destined

On the mountain path of Yi Nian Bi, heavy snow was falling, and the sky and earth looked bleak.

Ma Tianba's hair looked a little messy in the wind and snow, and his eyes revealed anxiety and confusion.

He said to Tianming beside him: "I always feel like you are brainwashing me." Ma Tianba's voice was filled with doubt: "I'm not as smart as you. Grandpa Buddha is right, and you are right too. Now I don't know who to believe."

When Tianming heard what Ma Tianba said, he smiled lightly and stretched out his hand.

"Come on, hold back the whip, at least you can whip others before they whip you."

However, Ma Tianba shook his head and rejected Tianming.

He looked at the whip in Tianming's hand, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes: "This whip is my treasure, but I feel a little panicked when I see it now. Can you help me collect it for a while?"

Tianming smiled slightly, his fingers gently stroked the whip, and looked up at the snow-covered mountain road ahead.

[Transformation spell - Dark Thunder]

[Changes occur in the darkness, but we move forward with determination]

[After use, transform into a horse demon]

[Immune to thunder and lightning, attacks grant thunder and lightning disaster]

"If that's the case, let's go up the mountain and see who's whipping them to work."

Ma Tianba looked at Tianming's back, and the uneasiness in his heart was slowly replaced by an inexplicable trust.

He took a deep breath, tightened his belt, and followed Tianming's steps towards the top of the mountain.

The wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger, and Tianming and Ma Tianba finally reached the top of Yi Nian Bi Mountain.

On the One Thought Wall, countless stone statues of gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas appear particularly solemn in the wind and snow. The forty-seven Buddhas stand solemnly, as if silently witnessing the good and evil and changes in the world.

It is said that one thought can make you a Buddha or one thought can make you a devil. Many famous people in the world have made a huge mistake because of a single thought.

As soon as Tianming and Ma Tianba arrived here, they heard the sound of opera instruments floating in the wind and snow. On the big stage where the opera was performed, whenever the heroic protagonist appeared, this passionate opera music would be played.

They looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man-made cave in the middle of the One Thought Wall, which was also filled with smaller Buddha sculptures.

From the depths of the cave, a voice was heard: "One demon monkey died, and here comes another one. Wait until I peel off your face, and then I will become a man of destiny for fun!"

The owner of the voice was an ugly man with a bald head and small eyes.

He wore Buddhist beads around his neck, a dragon tattooed on his naked upper body, a razor blade in his hand, and half a general's costume on his lower body.

There were many finger-long flesh thorns sticking out from his body, and his face looked ferocious.

Ma Tianba recognized him at a glance and said to Tianming: "This is Bubai, the fourth disciple accepted by Grandpa Buddha. I didn't expect him to be here."

"Not white? Isn't it quite white?"

Tianming pointed at his ugly whitened face, patted the gourd at his waist with his other hand, and continued to mock him.

"One evil monk died, and here comes another one. When I take your spirit, I will also play with you for nothing!"

When Bubai heard Tianming's ridicule, his face became even more ferocious and he cursed angrily.

"Damn it! No wonder the master said that man's four apprentices were not as good as us. You, a descendant of a monkey, actually came to learn how to speak like me. It seems that we are not learning from them, but they are learning from us."

Tianming didn't understand what Bubai was saying, so he turned to Ma Tianba beside him and asked, "What is this guy talking about?"

Ma Tianba replied: "Grandpa Buddha accepted four disciples, Not White, Not Incapable, Not Pure, and Not Empty. I don't know about the others."

But when Tianming heard this, he understood. Isn't this imitating Wuneng, Wukong, Wujing and the White Dragon Horse?

Tianming laughed and said to Bubai: "Xiaobailong is humble and polite, low-key and steady, but you are just the opposite."

"I will now test the strength of this fake White Dragon Horse of yours."

After saying that, Tianming threw away the Hundred-Eyed Stick in his hand.

Bubai dodged the attack with a quick move.

"Haha, you missed it!" he laughed.

But Tianming said calmly: "It hit."

The sound of opera suddenly stopped. It turned out that the stick was aimed at the little demon behind him.

Bubai felt humiliated and rushed towards Tianming with a blade in hand.

Tianming clenched his right hand in the air, and the Hundred-Eyed Stick instantly appeared in his hand again.

"A little demon like you is not even a match for me, so why are you still putting on all that show?"

Tianming grabbed the end of the stick with one hand and swung it quickly like beating a child, hitting Bubai so hard that he had no chance to fight back.

Bubai's expression was still ferocious, and he tried his best to find an opportunity to fight back, but he could only dodge left and right.

He couldn't even take Tianming's stick, and Tianming hit him and mocked him.

"With your level, you are not even as good as the dragon produced by Xiaobailong's urine. A clown still dares to be the protagonist. You are a weak guy who only knows how to bluff. You will be defeated if you meet me."

Bubai was completely enraged by Tianming's words and actions. His attacks became more crazy, but were easily resolved by Tianming every time.

Tianming's stick technique was like a violent storm, and Bubai was like a lone boat struggling in the storm, which could be overturned at any time.

Finally, in a fierce confrontation, Tianming found Bubai's weakness and hit him in the chest with a stick.

Bubai screamed, flew backwards, hit the stone wall of the cave heavily, fell to the ground, and stopped moving.

Tianming pointed the stick in his hand at Bubai who was lying on the ground and said coldly: "I left you a breath, not for you to pretend to be dead in front of me."

Seeing that his pretending to be dead failed, Bubai flashed and turned into a shadow, trying to escape the scene, but Tianming was prepared. He took off the gourd from his waist and spilled the wine in it.

This wine was not ordinary wine, but the Ranhulu wine that was deceived from the Monkey King. It was originally used to resist the extreme cold, but at this moment, it became Bubai's nemesis.

The wine spilled on Bubai's body, and his shadow was immediately exposed.

Tianming chased after him and knocked him to the ground with a stick.

It was not until this time that Bubai felt truly frightened. He kept crying and begging for mercy, shouting, "Please spare my life, little saint!" But these words eventually became his last words.

As his life was about to end, scenes from the past flashed before Bubai's eyes.

He used to be a clown in a troupe. Although he always made the audience laugh, he was not satisfied with that.

He longed to be the protagonist and enjoy more applause and praise.

So he made an extreme choice, killed the leading actor in the troupe, peeled off his mask, and played the leading role himself.

He felt happy in his heart, but soon discovered that even though he played the leading role, he could not get real recognition and respect from the audience.

Before closing his eyes, a sentence once said by his old boss emerged in Bubai's mind.

"Both the protagonist and the clown are roles. If you perform well and are recognized by the audience, it is worth being an actor. Don't be greedy for useless fame."