Black Myth: You and I are both destined

"My dear nephew, I don't usually see you use this immobilization technique. Today, you caught him by surprise. You must teach this red-haired monster a lesson!"

At this moment, Zhu Bajie liked Tianming more and more. When he encountered difficulties while obtaining the scriptures, the eldest brother always came to rescue him.

"That red-haired guy fought my senior brother alone for 20 rounds, and there was no winner. Today, it's up to you, kid!"

Tianming's figure flashed, and he shouted: "Incarnation outside the body!"

Clouds and mist rose, and every hair on his body stood up, as if countless tiny points of light were pouring out of his body and transforming into external incarnations that were exactly the same as him.

Then, Tianming took out the lotus hail and transformed. His body became extremely soft in an instant, like a spirit insect releasing venom on Wang Lingguan's body.

The combination of insect poison and the date poison of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord is difficult to resist even for a deity of Wang Lingguan's level.

Tianming's stick skills are even more amazing, the stick in his hand seems to have life, radiating golden light, and changing with his movements!

A golden light!

Second stage of golden light!!

Three sections!!!

Four sections!!!!

The shadows of the stick were continuous like flowing water, and his body spun along with the stick technique. Finally, the stick came down and hit Wang Lingguan on the shoulder. The blow was like a thunderbolt, smashing Wang Lingguan's shoulder into a bloody mess.

Wang Lingguan felt a sharp pain, his defense was broken, blood mist gushed out from the wound, and there was an expression of disbelief in his eyes. Even Zhu Bajie, the Marshal Tianpeng who was famous for his strength, had never broken his defense.

Zhu Bajie, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but marvel at Tianming's strength.

"My dear nephew, uncle was right about you!"

"I, Old Pig, said you were awesome from the beginning, right?"

"Keep hitting me, hit me hard!"

"When Old Pig was banished to the mortal world, it was because of him that he gave me a report."

There was a gleam of ferocity in Tianming's eyes, and his voice was as cold as ice as he walked towards Wang Lingguan!

"I was going to use this immobilization technique for the first time to compete with the Seven Fairies, but you, an old monster, forced me out. Today, I will let you have a taste of my power!"

"My good nephew! You have lofty aspirations! You are quite as elegant as I was in my old days!"

In a trance, Wang Lingguan's momentum suddenly increased. He had already released the immobilization spell and touched the bloody wound on his shoulder!

“What a killer move!”

"Wheel of Fire!"

In a flash, Wang Lingguan summoned a flaming wheel from the void and rode on it!

Zhu Bajie shouted nervously!

"My dear nephew, get out of the way! That is Wang Lingguan's most skilled spell. He is known as 'the master of riding a fire wheel to suppress the heavenly gate'. Don't be careless!"

Before he could finish his words, Wang Lingguan crashed into Tianming at such a fast speed that Tianming was unnoticeable. He then flew backwards and crashed into the mountain wall!

"It's broken!" Zhu Bajie was sweating profusely!

"The red-haired monster showed no mercy. I'm afraid he has injured my nephew's vital parts and he won't be able to get up again!"

His mind raced, and he told Wang Lingguan his past without restraint, hoping to use this to hold him back so that he could find a chance to rescue Tianming.

"Once upon a time there was a rice wine shop. There was no owner, but there was a Taoist priest."

When Wang Lingguan heard this, he was a little dazed.

"Marshal Tian Peng, there is a difference between immortals and mortals. Thinking of the mortal world is a serious crime. You can't stand the test, but I'm not afraid."

"You want to mention my past and disturb my mind, just tell me. If I am even a little bit shaken, I will let you and this kid go. I will just pretend that what happened today never happened and never mention it again!"

"Hehe!" Zhu Bajie was too lazy to argue with him. Couldn't Wang Lingguan see what a rotten state the Heavenly Palace was in?

He just turned a blind eye and there was no need to argue.

"Okay! Then let's talk about this Taoist monk Huangjiu today."

Zhu Bajie paced back and forth, deliberately delaying time by talking about something.

"It is said that this Taoist monk Huangjiu is open-minded. Although he is a Taoist priest, he does not like quietness. He opened a wine shop in the market and tasted wine and discussed Taoism with people every day..."

This Taoist monk who drank yellow wine was a strange man, just like his unique Taoist name, he was called Strange Scholar. Later, a man in the bitter cold land of the north also called him Strange Scholar of Yellow Wine.

The Taoist monk Huangjiu is good at brewing sorghum wine. Wine sellers like to boast that their wine has a fragrance that can be smelled from ten miles away, but only the Taoist monk’s Huangjiu can really do so.

The Taoist was also proud of this, and claimed that there were thirty kinds of flavors in the wine. If anyone could taste one of the flavors, the wine would be free of charge, and he would not charge anyone for drinking in the future.

This event attracted countless scholars and literati to come here to burn incense, hang paintings, offer sacrifices, recite poems, and play the piano, just to drink this fine wine together.

In addition to them, street hooligans also often gather here.

Sometimes everyone was drunk and unable to walk, so the Taoist monk Huangjiu took out a few rolls of cool mats and asked them to lie down in a side room until the smell of alcohol had dissipated before leaving.

Only at this time, the upper and lower classes, who usually did not see each other, were lying in the same place.

One day, a drunken porter was lying on a mat, looking at the drunken scholar beside him, and he clapped his hands happily and recited a limerick.

"Everyone says the prince is good, but they say the porters are cheap. Haha! They are all the same even if they lie on the ground!"

The porter was just talking after drinking, but the literati were interested in listening to his elegant talk. Even if they were so drunk that they could not even stand steadily, they still managed to get up, slapped the porter a few times, and then left, holding the wall.

Only a big man with a red face and beard was not affected and was still sleeping soundly on the mat.

The Taoist monk Huangjiu felt that the big man was different from those hypocritical and corrupt scholars, so after he woke up, he offered him a few more glasses of Huangjiu and waived his wine bill.

After this incident, the two began to interact with each other.

This big man was called Wang E. As his name suggests, he was willful and reckless. No matter whether he was a king or a commoner, he would beat or kill anyone who provoked him.

Although the Taoist Huangjiu thought that Wang E was too overbearing, he became close friends with him because Wang E could actually taste that there were thirty-three flavors in his wine instead of thirty.

Later, one day, Wang E came to say goodbye, and he said to the Taoist Huangjiu.

"My friend, I am going to a faraway place. I am afraid we may never meet again in the future."

Taoist Huangjiu was extremely shocked.

"We've known each other for half a year but you're leaving. Why didn't you tell me earlier so I could be prepared?"

Wang E's eyes moved left and right.

"This... this, my friend, I heard that there is a kind of Baiwei wine in the north, which has a hundred flavors. I want to try it."

"You also know that I have no other hobbies. I love wine all my life. If I can't drink this kind of fine wine, I would rather die of hunger and cold!"

Having said this, Taoist Huangjiu said no more.

But afterwards he closed the tavern and disappeared.

Later, in the bitter cold of the north, there appeared an old bartender who carried a wine barrel half a man's height on his back all day long.

Whenever he arrived at a town, he would collect some of the best liquor there, saying that he wanted to mix a kind of "hundred-flavor wine".

When Zhu Bajie said this, he looked at Wang Lingguan.

"What a great great spiritual officer you are, he is impartial and never speaks ill of you!"

"No one dares to make friends with you in your life, and you live alone in loneliness. Is it really because you are upright and impartial in enforcing the law?"

While the two were talking, stones began to roll down quietly from the cliff that Tianming had crashed into.