Black Myth: You and I are both destined

At the Wangyue Temple in Ziyun Mountain, preparations for the wedding banquet are in full swing.

All kinds of immortals and monsters gathered here for friendship, curiosity or the desire to climb higher branches.

The groom was wearing a star-marked robe and a bright golden crown on his head. He looked heroic and his face was filled with a happy smile.

The bride wore a long dress as bright as moonlight and a bluebird hair crown on her head. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

The two held hands and stood on the high platform of the Moon-Watching Temple, accepting blessings from all sides.

"Thank you very much, everyone. Thank you very much! Thank you very much!"

As an old friend of Marshal Tianpeng, the old monk was in charge of arranging the venue and directing everyone.

"Hey! You old landowner, you're short so stop making trouble. Go over there and set the plates. Just let the river god move the cabinet himself!"

"Let's send the gifts brought by the earthly immortals to the backyard first."

"What gifts did you monsters send? They are getting married, not establishing a mountain as a king! Eyeballs and hearts, take them back! Send something else before the wedding tomorrow!"

……

Princess Halloween has recovered and is deeply moved when she learns the story of Tianpeng and Chang'e.

As a new friend, she used the colorful dragon scales she had shed to make a cloak for Chang'e.

Tianming came back late and stood at the gate of Wangyue Temple, surrounded by a few familiar "old friends".

Qing Ranran, a tall tree spirit, did not carry any hostility today. She waved her branch-like arms, left a necklace made of tree pearls, and turned away.

The Snake Medicine Master and the Taoist Whisk Master, the two monsters who usually make medicine on the Falling Flower Stake, put down their medicine jars today and brought the rejuvenation pills they had carefully refined.

They also did not go into the Wangyue Temple, but placed the gifts outside the temple.

Dragonfly spirit, little fungus...

All the spirits on Ziyun Mountain came to congratulate them, except their master.

The atmosphere before the wedding banquet became more and more lively, with laughter, singing and the aroma of wine intertwined together.

No matter in the past, at least today they are just hosts and guests, not enemies.

Tianming squeezed forward to greet the two newlyweds and asked an inappropriate question.

"Congratulations, both of you. What are your plans for the future?"

Although Tianpeng could hear the hidden meaning in his words, he was in a good mood at the moment and spoke.

"Do you want me to go west with you again?"

"Hahaha!"

"I know some of your affairs, and you only know some of mine, so I can't leave yet."

"I understand. I just want to ask how long you want to stay here with Fairy Chang'e?"

Tianpeng looked at Chang'e.

"Of course it's a lifetime."

"A lifetime!" Tianming's voice became shrill!

Chang'e was also amused by his appearance.

"I'm talking about a lifetime. One year, one month, one day, or one hour less doesn't count as a lifetime!"

After hearing this, Tianming was struck by lightning and sighed, slapping his forehead.

"Hey, my second brother!"

"My handsome and capable second brother!"

The two were even more amused by his actions and gave him a red envelope.

The old monk also came over from the side.

"Little monkey, the couple are busy preparing for their wedding. Don't make trouble here. Come with me quickly. I have something to tell you."

……

The silver moon hangs high in the sky, and the moonlight makes the entire Moon-Watching Temple look like a fairyland.

The old monk brought Tianming to the top of the hill behind the Wangyue Temple.

The old monk opened his robe wide, feeling the coolness of the night breeze.

"The wind is so noisy tonight!"

Tianming was a little irritated.

"Old monk, if you have something to say, just say it now. Don't beat around the bush."

"You said that I would know the truth about the world after listening to three stories. Now I do know some things. So what do we do next?"

The old monk was half lying on a big rock.

"Then tell me what you know?"

Tianming took a small branch and drew a circle on the ground, pointing at the circle and said.

"On the surface, the tragedy of Marshal Tianpeng and Fairy Chang'e was caused by the struggle for power and profit above."

"Actually it's because the gods have to fight for it."

"The Heavenly Palace is bloated with factions and separatism. The Four Heavenly Kings are forming cliques for personal gain, which is the source of cholera. But even if they don't manage their own cliques, others will do so."

"In order to prevent his descendants from dragging down the entire heaven, the Jade Emperor even disowned his own sister and nephew, but Yang Jian still went to heaven. Even if Yang Jian didn't get married and have children, he would have a dog and two disciples."

"The pets of gods are gods, the disciples of gods are also gods, and the disciples of the disciples of gods are also gods. They enjoy offerings from the lower world and have long lifespans."

"There are more and more gods in heaven, and the land allocated to them, offerings, or 'mercy' to prolong their lives are becoming less and less. Naturally, disputes will arise, and the strong will replace the weak, and the powerful will swallow up the weak."

"In the end, even the mounts and disciples turned against the throne and plotted a rebellion, just because they could not get enough resources. The gods and Buddhas were no longer gods and Buddhas, and they would die too."

"So they became more and more unscrupulous, even teaming up with foreign religions to harvest the mutual offerings of the people of the Tang Dynasty."

"Endless oppression of the lower world, and even more crazy towards the colleagues around him."

"To put it bluntly, it means to exploit the people's wealth as much as possible, to fight internally for a long time, and to reduce the number of mouths to feed!"

"The resources of the world are limited, but the greed of the gods is unlimited. This is the nature of all living things in the world. The demons from the upper world usurping power and running rampant is just the beginning, and they will eventually be destroyed!"

"Very good, very good, very good!"

The old monk praised while picking his ears.

Tianming was puzzled: "What's good?"

The old monk asked back: "Don't you know what is good?"

"Very good means very good, not very bad, nor very bad."

The old monk's nonsense literary writing has a different flavor upon closer reading.

"But Marshal Tianpeng and Fairy Chang'e are different. You asked me to follow them all the way here. Do you want to teach me how to break all this?"

The old monk did not answer the question directly, but continued to ask in return.

"What's the difference?"

Tianming had only a vague understanding of the matter and answered according to his own ideas.

"Marshal Tianpeng and Fairy Chang'e did not fight for the throne like other gods. Do you want to use their standards to demand the world?"

"I was thinking along the way that if everyone was like them, maybe the world would be peaceful, but that's obviously impossible."

"Ah heheheh hmmm!"

The old monk laughed.

"You can't see it this time, so the answer is not good."

"The ancients said that as long as the saints live, the thieves will stop. But now that the saints are dead, will the thieves stop?"

"The Heavenly Palace is too huge. They have no choice but to hope to survive for one more day."

"The ascetics in the west are also divided into two groups. The group that observes the precepts abides by the Buddhist principles and hopes to postpone the end of the world. The group that indulges in pleasure is the opposite. They are greedy and take more, hoping to become Buddhas in this final doomsday."

"But they were able to cause such chaos because the powerful ones were forced to leave."

The old monk obviously only said half of this!