Black Myth: You and I are both destined

A divine light flashed before Tianming's eyes, and he found himself in a magnificent palace.

He rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, only to see a plump monk in a yellow Buddhist robe standing opposite him.

The monk smiled and said to Tianming, "It's already healed."

Tianming was still in shock for a moment. He looked around and saw many Buddhist disciples sitting around, some preaching the scriptures, some tasting fruits. He and the monk opposite him were the focus of the moment, as they were having a debate.

A fat monk asked a question: "Excuse me, brother, what is the meaning of life?"

Tianming pondered for a moment and replied, "Seeking the truth."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he was not in control of everything here, but was trapped in the memory of the old monkey.

At this moment, he was observing all this from the perspective of an old monkey.

He examined himself and found that he was actually a young and thin monk, while the fat monk opposite him was respectfully called Huang Mei by the disciples next to him.

The yellow-browed monk continued to ask, "What is it really?"

The thin young monk, the old monkey, replied: "The way all things work, the law of the origin of the universe."

The yellow-browed monk did not respond directly, but took out a flower from his sleeve.

The petals seemed wilted at first, but gradually blossomed in his hands, becoming gorgeous and tempting.

The yellow-browed monk lowered his head and gazed at the flower, and said softly: "Look at it, just because it follows its own nature, it shows such a wonderful change."

He took a gentle sniff and continued, "Every flower exudes a unique fragrance when it blooms. That is the essence of life it releases for its own reproduction."

Then he let go of the flowers and let them fly away in the wind: "To fully experience this moment is to be in bliss."

The young monk, the old monkey, shook his head: "A moment of satisfaction brings everlasting pain. There is no peace, and the cycle repeats itself."

The yellow-browed monk said, "I have seen a lot of suffering in the world since I came down the mountain this time. There are parents who eat their children in order to survive, and there are rich children who destroy human relations because of their lust."

The young monk frowned and looked at the yellow-browed monk with a firm gaze.

The yellow-browed monk continued, "Some scholars exclude dissidents for the sake of fame; some generals massacre cities and exterminate clans for the sake of profit."

The young monk remained unmoved and responded calmly: "Brother, don't you see those parents who exchanged their children for food, regretted it for the rest of their lives after a hearty meal? Those lewd young men, who indulged themselves in debauchery, eventually died suddenly. Those scholars who fought against foreign powers, once they lost power, were condemned by thousands of people. Those murderous generals could not sleep at night and reaped the fruits of their own labor."

The yellow-browed monk retorted: "Bullshit!"

The young monk was stunned: "Bullshit?"

The yellow-browed monk said firmly: "This struggle, this joy, this determination, this pleasure, this endless cycle of suffering and joy, never satisfied, never stopping! And this is the source of the prosperity of the three thousand worlds. Naturally, it is also the true meaning of all life."

The young monk asked, "Brother, instead of seeking liberation and enlightenment, you praise the suffering of retribution and reincarnation?"

The yellow-browed monk replied, "Brother, without joy and without sorrow, how can one attain enlightenment?"

The young monk insisted, "Where is the enlightenment? It is clearly suffering."

The Yellow Eyebrowed Monk finally said, "Suffering is love, and love is suffering. Without love, there is no suffering, and there is no salvation."

……

Seeing this, Tianming couldn't help but give a thumbs up in admiration.

"It turns out that monks should also argue and scold each other when they debate."

"The abstinence faction and the hedonism faction have been fighting for who knows how many years. Why can't they join forces to form the progressive faction, idiot?"

At this moment, the old monk's voice came from the void.

"You are judging my memory because you have no faith and are not one of the two factions, so you can just sit there and watch."

"In the struggle between factions, it is not about being on the left or on the right. If you want to be in the middle, you will be caught between the two sides and gain no benefit at all."

"I was young at the time, and there was still passion in my heart. I was deeply involved and couldn't extricate myself."

"You, you think you understand everything without going deep into it, but in fact you don't understand anything at all. If this happened to you, how would you explain it?"

"Listen to my advice, don't read any further, or it will do you more harm than good."

Tianming didn't take it seriously. He grabbed two more pieces of memory and put one into his pocket.

"Not only do I want to watch it again, I want to take a copy to watch with them. What can you do?"

"I always felt that someone deliberately led me here. I didn't expect it was a dispute between you two brothers over Buddhist teachings, but you tricked me into being your thug."

Tianming opened a piece of memory without hesitation, completely ignoring the old monkey's dissuasion.

"You can't watch this, you can't watch this!"

"I am on your side now, so please trust me for once..."

"You are afraid sometimes too. The more you say you can't bear to see me, the more I want to see it."

……

Tianming rushed into his memory, and suddenly everything in front of his eyes went blank. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a world of beautiful mountains and rivers.

He was standing on the top of a high mountain, wearing a white robe, and telling stories to a group of monkeys.

He looked at himself again and again and found that he was dressed very similarly to the old monk when they first met, wearing a white monk's robe and a string of Buddhist beads.

The only difference is that he looks like a monkey and has not yet transformed into a human form.

The big old monkey spoke with great interest, narrating the glorious deeds of the Monkey King to the monkeys around him one by one.

Among this group of monkeys, there was one monkey that was different from the others. It was taller than the other monkeys, holding a willow stick in its hand and wearing a tiger skin skirt. It walked towards the old monkey.

The old monkey said to him, "This is the last story of the Monkey King. His body is hidden inside this big rock."

"After his death, he turned into six roots and flew to all directions. If you can find the six roots, you can revive the Great Sage."

Tianming was stunned, and an inexplicable excitement surged in his heart.

It turns out that there is more than one legendary person with destiny, and they are also guided by the old monkey to find the six roots of the Great Sage.

However, something unexpected seemed to have happened to him. He did not see the old monkey on this mountain, but appeared directly in Chang'an City.

This time the memory seemed particularly strange. After completing that task, the old monkey lived with the monkeys in the mountains. The years were peaceful and he had not stepped out of the forest for more than ten years.

Until one day, a mysterious and powerful aura awakened him from his slumber.

The old monkey slowly walked towards the huge stone. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked it, with deep sorrow and expectation in his eyes. He sighed and said, "Maybe this time."

Without looking back, he began to tell the story of the Monkey King, with an indescribable vicissitudes and determination in his voice.

The heroic deeds in the story are as bright as stars, illuminating the hearts of every monkey.

Among this group of monkeys, there was one that was particularly eye-catching. He was wearing a tiger-skin skirt and his expression seemed to resemble the Monkey King. He sat in the middle and listened most attentively.

After the story was told, the monkey walked to the old monkey's side, just like the man of destiny before. After listening to the old monkey's story about his roots, he resolutely went down the mountain.

When Tianming saw this, he suddenly had a flash of enlightenment in his mind. He snorted coldly and thought to himself: "Humph, it turns out that you, an old monkey, are guiding the man of destiny."

But the old monkey didn't seem to be aware of Tianming's presence.

As time goes by, this scene seems to be repeated every ten years or so.

Whenever an ancient breath comes back, a person with destiny will walk out of the mountains and forests and embark on a journey to find his roots.

Tianming felt more and more confused. He thought: "What exactly is this destiny man? Is it this mysterious aura? Or are they just ordinary monkeys who were chosen?"

Until this moment, the old monkey's voice came from outside the memory.

"You really can't look back this time."

He tried hard to drive Tianming out of his memory, but he failed.

Tianming saw a black gas coming out from the ground in the depths of his memory!