Chapter 392 Breakthrough One Strike, Thousand Kills

Once upon a time, there was a beggar who went out to beg every day. He wanted to live a normal life, so he accumulated the food he begged for. But after years of saving, his granary still only had a little rice.

One night, a big rat came to steal his food in the middle of the night, and he was very angry.

"You don't eat so much food from rich people, so why do you eat the food that I have worked so hard to save?"

Unexpectedly, the mouse actually spoke: "You only have eight decimeters in your life, and you can't travel all over the world without getting one."

The beggar asked the mouse: "Why is this?"

The mouse said to him: "I don't know either. Just ask Buddha."

Therefore, the beggar decided to go to the West to ask the Buddha to find out what was the reason for such a fate.

He was begging all the way and was hungry. When he arrived at a temple, the beggar saw the abbot of the temple holding a tin staff.

The host received him, gave him food, and asked him where he was going.

The beggar explained where he was going, and the old host quickly took his hand and said

"Please, when you see the Buddha, you must ask him, I have been practicing for five hundred years, why can't I ascend?"

The beggar agreed.

Going further, the beggar came to a large river and was blocked.

A large turtle surfaced.

said the old turtle.

"I have been practicing for more than a thousand years. I should have become a dragon and flew away long ago. Why am I still an old turtle?"

"If you can help me ask Buddha when you go to the West, I will carry you to the other side."

The beggar happily agreed.

After walking for an unknown number of days, he finally saw the Buddha.

Buddha asked him: "You must have something very important to come all the way here, right?"

The beggar said: "Yes, Buddha, I have a few questions to ask Buddha."

Buddha said: "Okay, but there is a condition. You can only ask two questions at most."

The beggar hesitated. He met two people along the way. Plus his own, he had three questions in total.

But in the end, he thought about it, one was five hundred years, the other was one thousand years. The host and the old turtle's problems seemed to be more important than his own, so he should ask their questions first.

After hearing the beggar's question, Buddha replied.

The thousand-year-old turtle did not transform into a dragon because it could not let go of its shell.

The reason why the old host cannot sit down and become a Buddha is because he cannot let go of the power in his hands.

After the Buddha answered the beggar's two questions, he disappeared.

He came to the river, and the little beggar conveyed the Buddha's words to the old turtle.

The old turtle suddenly turned into a dragon and flew into the sky, and gave him the turtle shell, which contained twenty-four priceless night pearls.

The beggar continued to the temple and conveyed the Buddha's words to the old abbot.

The old host also sighed and gave the Zen staff to the beggar.

He said that this is the inherited treasure of the temple. If you own this thing, you will be the next abbot of the temple. After saying this, the old abbot turned into a god and flew away.

Buddha came to the beggar again and said.

"I'll give you another chance. If you ask your question first, the two of them will become mortals and turtles again, and the tin staff and night pearl will be taken away."

"If this is the last question I ask you, you can take away the scepter and night pearl."

The beggar thought for a long time.

and after

Ye Yang said.

"Then the beggar did something."

"whats the matter?"

He is a little curious

"You haven't said what you did in the end."

"If you were this beggar, what would you do? There are only two answers."

"First, you chose what the Buddha gave you. If you do it again, he will tell you that this is your fate. You are born poor and cannot change it."

"Secondly, you didn't choose to do it again. With power and wealth, you changed your destiny."

This story has no fixed ending.

There is only one choice, and that is your own heart.

"If it were me, would I choose the second one?"

"Why."

Ye Yang was silent for a moment.

"In order to control my own destiny, I believe in the power of persistence. I know the role of hard work. I don't want to surrender to this sense of fate of being controlled by others."

"Then you and I are just the opposite. I will choose the first option."

“In life, do times create heroes, or do heroes create times?”

"Under the torrent of fate, any personal power will be destroyed and disintegrated. How do you know that power and wealth will not be taken away by the host and the turtle?"

She seemed to have thought of something, and she looked up to the sky and screamed, her hair covered with white hair, automatic in the absence of wind, shining with a thrilling light.

"Under the ethics of heaven, there is no room for anyone's resistance."

“Only by following the trend and following the trend of the times can we stand at the top.”

"If the beggar chooses to come again and asks his questions, then he is obeying his fate. If the beggar does not choose to come again, he is fighting against fate."

Ye Yang smiled and then said.

"But are these things that the old beggar got destined to be?"

Of course not.

"If the beggar had not helped so many people, he would not have been able to obtain the pearl representing wealth and the tin stick of power, and he would not have been able to change his own destiny."

"Then what is the so-called fate and luck?"

Ye Yang took a long breath and finally understood something. The so-called fate is actually the choice in the heart.

Choices affect a person's future destiny.

And in that torrent of fate, what people have to fight is not the sense of destiny that has been achieved, but their own hearts.

"Okay, this story is over."

"I didn't realize that you had so much understanding and emotion at such a young age."

"No wonder you can practice the Thirteen Swords of Time to such an extent."

Ye Yang frowned tightly.

"You can see the time I spent practicing the Thirteen Swordsman."

The old woman laughed.

"Yes, and I can tell you that there is a treasure inheritance on top of the Thirteen Swords of Time."

"What is it?"

Ye Yang's breathing quickened slightly.

"Then it depends on whether you have this fate. Most of those who practice the Thirteen Swordsmen of Time died miserably in the long river of fate."

Ye Yangcai will not take this matter to heart. There are many lice and he will not be itchy, and he will not worry about repaying many debts.

Some people said that the magical thing he obtained at that time would not end well, but with the suppression of the lucky dragon beads, there has never been any problem.

Although there are many wrong paths in life.

But I'm still living well now.

"What if I had the Lucky Time Suit to suppress it."

"you……"

She didn't expect Ye Yang to answer like this, and she was so angry that she spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, Ye Yang frowned.

"What are you going to do?"

At this moment, he unexpectedly found the shadow of a silver-haired old woman flying out of the baby mermaid.

She wrapped her arms around Ye Yang and floated towards his mind.

At this moment, Ye Yang suddenly realized something while the two were fighting.

He unexpectedly saw a powerful, fierce and domineering female body, which seemed to be standing proudly on the top of the wave, looking down on everything.

"Is it the figure of Empress Yama?"

Ye Yang's heart trembled slightly, the Empress of Yama ranked second on the Universiade Dynasty's demon slaying list.

There are thirteen evil spirits under his command, all of them are real people with great power, and they can overwhelm the whole sky.

Even giants like the Great Black Sin Peacock King were only ranked fourth.

Who is this old woman, and what is her relationship with those powerful men?

Is this person anything but a good person?

Ye Yang frowned slightly and thought of many things in an instant.

She had just tried to use the story to confuse him and try to take his body.

"Relax your mind and body, and you will become the great king of the world."

"Under the guidance of fate, you will become an immortal, an overlord, and a proud hero throughout the ages."

"Just like the Empress of Yama when she was still a child, she got the "evil" fragment of the Book of Secrets. Now I give you the "evil" opportunity."

"Under the boundless destiny, no one can resist its call."

"Get out of my body!"

Ye Yang roared.

However, instead of disappearing, the phantom became more aggressive. Ye Yang felt a stabbing pain in his mind, as something was forcibly seizing him.

Just at this time.

The corpse-wrapped red wedding dress that Ye Yang had always treasured moved slightly and suddenly flew into the air, burning with a fierce flame.

The old woman's eyebrows were high and full of fear.

"You actually possess something magical."

Ye Yang frowned slightly.

Just the next moment.

The old woman had been burned by the strange flames, scattered in all directions, turned into powder, and countless golden lights were trapped in Ye Yang's body.

As the golden light fell to the ground, Ye Yang felt a little different.

But at this moment, a ball of black brilliance flew out of his body.

It looked like a ghost in fear, and flew out in an instant. The red light did not dissipate, and one could distinguish the wind and clouds.

He seemed to be crying.

Ye Yang hurriedly caught up.

But the red light passed through the Feitian Gate's prohibition.

As if there was no obstacle, it drifted towards the Universiade Dynasty.

At this moment, Ye Yang had no energy at all. He roared angrily, and the Sword Demon Ape behind him was frantically absorbing the falling golden light.

It has grown more than a little bigger, becoming even bigger, with sharp eyes.

Unexpectedly, he pulled out the big knife from his back on his own initiative and started using the knife moves.

At the same time, the white horse sword automatically rotated slightly without wind, and countless sharp sword lights flew around.

Densely packed in layers, they filled the entire room.

Then a violent storm hit, countless swords flew diagonally into the sky, and the house turned into powder.

"To establish a new level in the art of swordsmanship is to kill a thousand kills with one sword!"

Ye Yang realized something and spoke in surprise.

"A thousand kills with one sword. This new realm of swordsmanship, combined with the thirteen swords of time, is simply tailor-made for him."

And after killing a thousand kills with one sword, there will be no end to them.

The two are of the same origin.

As long as a monk can understand that one sword can kill a thousand people, and after he has become proficient in using the sword moves, he can quickly master the secret of killing a thousand swords.

At this time, the originally old Mermaid baby girl had become normal again.

Ye Yang stretched out his hand, picked up the baby girl's wrist, and groped carefully.

Only then did I realize that there was nothing in the baby girl's hands.

He couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is this the fragment of the Book of Secrets he mentioned?"

Ye Yang walked over and picked up the fragment.

This object is mottled, old and covered with green rust, except for a large blood-red ink calligraphy in the middle.

Because of time, the edges have worn away and are extremely dark, but the outline can still be vaguely seen.

A big word!

"fierce!"

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