Black Myth: You and I are both destined

"Form, feeling, perception, volition... one more is missing."

Tianming frowned.

"Isn't this the five aggregates mentioned in Sanskrit?" Zhu Bajie's voice was a little surprised. He didn't expect Tianming to be able to recognize it.

Tianming nodded, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.

"In Sanskrit, the five aggregates represent accumulation, but I don't know the rest."

"Logically speaking, only the form element is real, and the others are spiritual forces." Zhu Bajie added, his voice low, as if he was recalling something.

"Old Pig, I found Xing Yun earlier at the Falling Dragon Wall in Spider Ridge."

A hint of pride flashed across Zhu Bajie's eyes, but then it became complicated.

"I didn't want to see Yuan Shoucheng there. He said a few words to me and then left, as if he knew we would see him again."

"Falling Dragon Wall? Second Brother, don't you think this name is inappropriate for Spider Ridge?"

Zhu Bajie scratched his head and replied.

"It could also be called the Fallen Dragon Wall. Anyway, it was about some kind of dragon. It's been so long that I can't remember clearly. There was probably a stone Buddha head nearby, and I dug Xing Yun out of it."

"As for this?" Zhu Bajie rarely felt embarrassed, but he had to admit it at this moment.

"This color is, I picked it up when I saw you were drunk in Black Wind Mountain."

Tianming didn't care about this matter. He observed the stone in his hand, which emitted a faint light under the moonlight.

"I don't know him. Let me think about it."

Zhu Bajie was becoming more and more confused about his cheap nephew.

"How can I think about this if I don't know him?" he asked doubtfully.

Tianming didn't answer and closed his eyes.

His memories were left behind by the energy from Mount Huaguo and the black energy that suddenly appeared through time and space, so some strange fragments often appear.

For example, recalling the memories of other people with destiny in Crouching Tiger Temple, and the same thing happened when dreaming of a girl in purple at Huanghua Temple.

This time he wanted to call upon unknown memories and discern the secrets of the five aggregates before him.

He meditated hard, and finally, a flash of inspiration came to his mind, as if something was unlocked.

He murmured, "The five senses of eyes, ears, nose, tongue and body."

"The five realms of form, body, smell, taste and touch."

"Color is the aggregation of everything in the world!"

"The form aggregate can be divided into earth, water, fire and wind."

Zhu Bajie looked at Tianming, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he laughed.

"My dear nephew! You are really good at thinking of this!"

"The Heart Sutra says that form is emptiness, and the four elements are all empty, and it refers to these four elements."

"The Heart Sutra passed down by Zen Master Wuchao is more effective than the dozens of sutras from Lingshan!"

"Who is Master Wuchao?"

Tianming certainly knew the story of "teaching the Heart Sutra", but the original book did not clearly state the identity of Zen Master Wuchao.

Zhu Bajie patted his belly, looked around at the snow-capped mountains and answered absentmindedly.

"Who could have guessed it! He is so powerful that I would believe him even if he said he was the Buddha of Burning Lamp!"

Tianming had no clue what to do. He could only put the matter aside for the time being and put away all the five aggregates.

As he was flying, Tianming discovered that below him was the cold road that he passed by when he came out of the prayer wheel.

This is an ancient path winding through the mountains. After they went around a mountain wall, the view in front of them suddenly opened up and a huge prayer wheel came into view. It stood tall and majestically, like a ladder leading to heaven.

This must be the legendary pagoda. Its door is so tall that it reaches the clouds, and it is so imposing that it makes people feel awe.

The two of them descended from the clouds and slowly walked towards the mysterious door.

Tianming used his magic power to clear away the heavy snow that had piled up nearby.

The steps in front of the door are carved from white marble, and each layer is finely engraved with the eight Buddhist treasures, including the umbrella, the double fish, the treasure bottle, the lotus, the conch, the Dharma wheel, the coiled dragon and the treasure cover. Each treasure is lifelike and symbolizes good luck and fortune.

On both sides of the steps are stone railings carved with Taoist cloud patterns and cranes, showing an otherworldly artistic conception.

When they reached out to touch the door, the auspicious cloud relief on the door seemed to come alive, emitting golden light.

These reliefs use the techniques of high relief and hollow carving, skillfully combining the Buddhist mandala with the Taoist Bagua diagram.

Above the door lintel is a huge mural of flying goddesses. In the painting, the flying goddesses are wearing fluttering clothes and holding various magical instruments, such as swords, whisks, ruyi, etc. They are in different postures and look lifelike.

The two were attracted by a mysterious force, passed through the gate and entered the interior of the pagoda.

The space inside the tower is extremely vast. In the center is a huge Buddhist Sumeru throne, on which are carved delicate lotus patterns. Each petal seems to be trembling gently, emitting a faint light.

The Sumeru pedestal is surrounded by a circle of corridors. The pillars of the corridors adopt the bracket design of ancient wooden structures. Each pillar is carved with Taoist mythical beasts, such as the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise. Their images are majestic and mysterious.

The walls inside the tower are painted with murals and gilded with gold, making the Buddha and Bodhisattva images on the pictures shine brightly, as if they would walk out of the walls at any time.

Taoist pillar paintings use heavy colors and gold-drawing techniques, which are colorful and solemn.

There are seven giant murals on the walls of the tower, three of which have been completed and four are left empty.

The interior of the entire pagoda is extremely luxurious. Its luxury does not lie in the piling up of gold, silver and jewelry, but in the exquisite architectural art and profound religious culture.

Tianming stepped onto the stairs, and every step seemed to step on his heartstrings, causing a subtle tremor.

As he approached the mural, the chill grew stronger, as if the mural contained the frost of winter.

His eyes were drawn to a mural titled "Fire Shining on Black Clouds," in which details were so lifelike that even the tiniest specks of dust were clearly visible.

Every detail of their time in Black Wind Mountain was recorded stroke by stroke in this mural, like a silhouette of time, frozen in time forever.

"Second Brother, come up and take a look."

Tianming's voice contained a hint of disbelief.

Zhu Bajie came over when he heard the sound. His eyes wandered over the mural and an inexplicable panic surged in his heart.

Although the paint of the murals has faded over the years, the stories in the paintings are still vivid, as if they were reenacted yesterday.

His gaze involuntarily shifted to the painting "Wind Rising at Dusk" on the other side. The scene of Huangfeng Ridge in the painting made his heart beat faster.

Those scenes, like his own memories, were painted on the wall by a mysterious power!

Then, his eyes fell on "Qudu Ziyuan", a painting that recorded their past in Spider Ridge.

Zhu Bajie's heart was in turmoil. All those secrets that he thought were hidden were revealed by this mural.

His palms began to sweat, and a sense of uneasiness as if he was being watched made his heart beat like a drum.

A thought came to his mind: these murals cannot be preserved.

He subconsciously clenched the rake in his hand, ready to destroy the evidence that would reveal the secret.

Just as he was about to swing the rake, a new mural was quietly completed in front of him.

Under the title of "White Dew at Night" is their experience in Xiaoxitian. Every detail is as vivid as if it just happened.

A mysterious pen hovers above the mural, as if it had just completed the work.

Zhu Bajie's movements froze in the air, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

Who painted these murals?

What is the purpose?