Black Myth: You and I are both destined

"Oh no! A hairy-faced monk broke in!"

The wolf scout holding a torch shouted at the suspension bridge, but was pierced by Tianming's "shot put stick technique" in an instant and fell straight into the river.

The wolf soldier archer standing at the end of the bridge shot an arrow, but Tianming dodged it.

Tianming stepped forward and the wolf soldiers fired continuously.

boom! boom! boom!

The bowstring opened and closed, and the wolf soldier shot ten arrows in a row.

On the other hand, Tianming was playing with the flower stick, and the beast-fearing stick was spinning quickly in front of him to block the arrows!

After firing ten arrows, the wolf soldier had no more arrows and was beaten to death by Du Tianming who was close to him!

“Hey, it’s not the same as when I watched the video.”

'I remember in the normal real world, there was a question like this: if a rope jumper jumps fast enough, can he block the rain? '

'The answer is no matter how fast you jump.'

The wolf soldier shot eleven arrows, and except for the first arrow that dodged, the rest all hit Tianming's armor!

"It's a bit embarrassing not to have martial arts skills."

Tianming pulled out the arrow from his body.

Coach Daolang's voice came from the pavilion in front.

"Who is coming!"

"How dare you come here and disturb my meditation!"

Tianming passed through the gate pavilion, including two stone sculptures of Pixiu, and came to the bell pavilion of Coach Daolang.

He had his back to Tianming, holding a Zen staff with flaming blades on both ends in his left hand!

Coach Daolang has black skin and white hair, and at first glance he looks like a wolf that has transformed into a spirit.

He was wearing a warrior monk's robe and had a sullen look on his face.

"Hmm? Another monkey."

Tianming was secretly happy, as it seemed that the Great Sage had been here.

Coach Daolang wielded the flaming weapon in his hand, using both kindness and force.

"How about you put down your sticks and learn some Buddhism from me?"

When I watched this segment, I thought it was just a simple threat, but now I feel differently.

"Same for you? Has the monkey before learned it?"

Coach Daolang was just talking, his sword moves were already ready, he had no intention of actually saying anything Buddhist, let alone answering questions.

He stroked his wolf whiskers and stared at Tianming, waiting for him to reveal a flaw.

It would have been fine if he hadn't looked, but once he did, he didn't dare to move. He found that Tianming, who had fought all the way, was full of flaws!

This person did it on purpose! Is this a trick?

Tianming has not learned martial arts yet, so of course he has all the flaws. Seeing that the opponent did not make a move, he looked at Coach Daolang carefully.

Although the opponent is in human form and has a body shape similar to that of a normal person, he has a wolf head and wolf claws, and even the legs hidden under his trouser legs are those of a werewolf!

The color of the cassock he was wearing had changed due to being worn for so long, but the gold thread patterns on it could be seen, and it was still luxurious. The only flaw was that he was wearing a cheap thin linen belt around his waist.

"Do you want to fight or not? If you don't come, I will leave!"

Coach Daolang clenched the double-edged staff in his hand, his demonic power rose, and the flaming knives on both ends burned even more fiercely!

clang!

Tianming thrust the beast-fearing stick in his hand toward his side, going three inches into the ground.

"Master Daolang, what kind of Buddhist teachings are we going to learn today?"

Before the battle, the emphasis was on doing it in one go. But Tianming suddenly stopped fighting and wanted to talk about Buddhism, which confused the opponent and instantly lost most of his strength.

"You want to learn Buddhism? No! You want to take advantage of the opportunity to launch a sneak attack!"

"You...Gold!"

Tianming took out the golden dragon-headed staff that Tang Seng’s master gave to Tang Seng.

"This golden staff was given to me by my master before I left. It is fate that we are studying Buddhism in this forest today."

"I'll give it to you."

"Send...send to me?"

Coach Daolang never expected this to happen, but the golden dragon-headed staff was so beautiful that he was about to reach out to grab it, but then he cautiously put his hand back!

"Does the donor really intend to give me the golden staff?"

Tianming pretended to be profound, handed over the golden staff and recited Buddhist scriptures.

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form; the same is true of feeling, perception, mental formations and consciousness."

Coach Daolang took the golden staff with half belief and half doubt, but he didn't expect that the hairy-faced monk opposite him was actually a great monk who really regarded gold as the same as other things and gave it away as a gift.

He held the golden staff and applied force secretly, and the touch was indeed real gold!

"Master, since we are all Buddhists, why do you come to Black Wind Mountain? Please tell me directly. I will do my best to help you."

Tianming paced back and forth, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"I heard from people that there is a Guanyin Temple on Black Wind Mountain, with seventy or eighty houses and more than two hundred monks."

"I want to find the Buddha, Master Jinchi, and learn Buddhism from him."

"I'm new here and don't know the situation here yet, but I'd like to ask the instructor for an introduction."

"How do you know that the abbot has become a Buddha?" Instructor Daolang looked nervous, his hand holding the golden staff loosened a little, and his hands holding the two swords tightened a little!

Tianming knew that Jin Chi liked fame, so he just gave him a casual compliment. He didn't expect that Elder Jin Chi would really become a Buddha!

'I remember that old Deng had never given up on greed, anger, and ignorance. He collected so many treasures and robes that they couldn't even be piled up. But he still lived to be 270 years old, which is a miracle!'

'I didn't expect that he would become a Buddha now. It seems that Buddha really can save people.'

"Master Jin Chi actually became a Buddha! That's great! I came to the right place, the right place!"

Tianming shouted and danced, as if he was truly happy about this matter.

Seeing Tianming so excited, Coach Daolang’s suspicion was reduced.

"Master, you may not know that the Buddha has mercy on our temple and is at that waterfall...Master, why don't we go up the mountain first and meet the abbot first?"

Coach Daolang deliberately concealed the truth. It seems that the problem is behind the waterfall in Black Wind Mountain.

"No hurry, no hurry. If there is anything inconvenient to talk about, forget it. I just want to know what the situation is here now, so that I can win the appreciation of Abbot Jin Chi."

Coach Daolang naturally knew what Jin Chi liked, but he couldn't say it clearly, and the current situation could not be explained clearly in just a sentence or two.

"Forget it, maybe this temple has a connection with monkeys, so why not tell the master?"

"More than ten years ago, a group of outsiders came here and angered Abbot Jinchi, causing him to almost hit his head against the wall and die. But at this time, a Buddhist treasure fell from the sky and saved the abbot's life."

"This Buddhist treasure has infinite magical uses. Not only can it help the abbot become a Buddha, it can also help all the monks in this temple become Buddhas!"

When he said this, Coach Daolang's eyes sparkled with desire!

"Master! Don't worry! With this monk's recommendation, the abbot will definitely keep you here!"

"Falling from the sky? From the sky again!"

'More than ten years ago, Jin Chi died by hitting his head against a wall?'

Tianming felt that things were becoming more and more complicated, beyond his previous imagination!

"It's not a trap? This is much more terrifying than a so-called trap!"

Coach Daolang looked at Tianming's complicated expression and comforted him.

"Master, don't worry. Let's go up first."

The two of them walked towards the Zen temple, but Coach Daolang felt dizzy and his steps were unsteady after only taking two steps.

Then the long stick hit him hard on the back of the head, and he staggered and fell down.

Tianming started at 0 frame and didn't give him any chance at all, hitting him on the head four or five times in a row.

In a trance, he saw Tianming holding a lotus hail in his hand, which exuded the same smell as the golden rod, a pleasant smell of dates.

"How dare you, a despicable outsider..."

The next moment, Coach Daolang was speechless. His remaining thoughts drifted back to many years ago, and he remembered the very beginning.