Chapter 154: Roses

Fear, murderous intent, hatred, these are the sources that give rise to malice.

The thought of his nemesis rising up in hatred or fear of him was soothing to Jiang Luo's mind and body.

So how do you lead a predestined person to rise to kill or hate him? Or rise in fear?

Jiang Luo suddenly said, "You touched the Soul Pendant on purpose."

The smile at the corners of the Fated Man's mouth stayed the same, "I just think you have some misconceptions about me."

That was nothing less than an admission on his part.

The Fated One's eyes were gentle, and he gently explained, "Since you want to see the real me, let you see it, and I hope that by taking this opportunity, I can also clear up your misunderstanding of me."

Jiang Luo got interested, his eyes rolled, "You already knew I was pretending?"

The Fated Man smiled and said nothing.

"A predestined person is indeed a predestined person," Jiang Luo raised his hand to give him a round of applause, so he stopped pretending and simply said curiously, "Then why don't you break me down?"

"Because you did wound Chi You," said the Fated One, without haste, "and whatever means you used to wound him, whether it was with all your strength, or whether you allowed him to be willingly and grievously wounded by you, I have seen only the result to my satisfaction- -he broke an arm because of you."

"It's enough," he said, "it's done well enough, better than I expected."

Jiang Luo pulled his lips and smiled perfunctorily.

The Predestined Man was unconcerned and asked again, "Don't you want to become a god?"

His words were soft and distant, as if they could enter the brain from the ears, and people could not help but believe in his words, as if they were believing in a god, "Since you are able to open the yin and yang rings, it means that you have a thirst for power that goes beyond life and death. And the power of God will be beyond your imagination and mine."

"Everlasting, powerful, and supported by ten thousand people," the Fated Man locked eyes with Jiang Luo, "turning his hand to the clouds and his hand to the rain. Turn the world upside down, and you're in charge of ten thousand people."

"Countless people will aspire to you, and your thunderbolts and rains will be to them all the grace of God; do you not like it?"

No one can resist such a temptation.

Only "immortality" is enough to make one's heart flutter. In particular, there was a living example right in front of us. No one knew how long the predestined person had lived, but his face was still young and handsome, like a young man in his 20s or 30s. This way one could maintain a youthful face and also never die, who could refuse such an offer?

Jiang Luo knew that the Fates were compelling him, but his heart was still beating fast.

"As long as you kill the culprit who will destroy the metaphysical world afterward, you will receive enough merit and faith and will become a pseudo-god like me," the predestined man looked at Jiang Luo gently, "There is only one step between a pseudo-god and a god, don't you want to become stronger?"

"Think," Jiang Luo said honestly, "Predestined One, what you said tempts me. It sounds like it would be easy, all I have to do is kill Chi You and I'll become a Pseudo-God, and even if I am a Pseudo-God, I'm still an existence that stands at the top of the world."

His hands braced on the pointed corners of the ends of the tripod incense burner, "What's more, I also have a grudge against Chi You, 'I' was designed by you to use forbidden techniques to kill him, of course he wanted to torture and retaliate against me after his death, we were born to be in a relationship of death and death, no one can spare anyone, but accidentally we had a relationship."

Jiang Luo's tone was flat, these words seemed to be said from the perspective of a bystander, the fiery red Soul Pendant hung by his ear as he spoke and swayed gently, "So, in order to prevent me from having feelings for Chi You because of this accident and not being able to kill him, you brought me to take a dip in the small spring pool, wanting to wash away any feelings I might have had for Chi You," he said. You wanted to wash away any feelings I might have for Chi You. Washing away the dirt is a lie, washing away my softness towards him is the real thing, right?"

The Fates smiled quietly at him.

His smile is like a wisp of wind, a bright moon, clear and light, without any impurities. Neither admit nor deny, as if Jiang Luo how to think will not affect him.

Jiang Luo was also unconcerned and continued, "Looking at it this way, my killing Chi You would only benefit me."

"But ......"

If Chi You were to die, the world would be a dull and boring place for Jiang Luo.

A longer life would be useless, and would only prolong this uninteresting.

The evil thoughts that had previously affected his sanity were right.

How can killing evil spirits be enough?

It's only fun to keep the evil spirit and keep torturing each other with him.

Killing Chi You alone was enough to snap Jiang Luo out of his fatalist compulsion.

No one can replace Chi You to arouse Jiang Luo's interest.

Not the Nemesis he now most wants to kill, and not Feng Li, whom he loathes.

No one but Chi You.

Chi You is Jiang Luo's prey, and not even the Fated One can touch his prey for a moment.

"You just said that gods don't kill people, that you won't kill me ......," the corners of the black haired youth's lips slowly hooked up into a wacky grin as he lifted his steps and walked over to the Predestined Man, holding his arms, "Predestined Man, I suddenly rose up with a great idea."

He looked straight into the light colored eyes of the predestined man and narrowed his eyes, "My goal right now is to stop you from becoming a god, so here's the deal, I'm going to give you a chance to kill me."

He raised his neck, his slender neck exposed to the eyes of the predestined man, his aorta completely uncovered, his bulging pulse striking, his eyes serious, "If you don't kill me, then wait until I kill you."

The Fated Man's expression finally changed slightly, "You can't kill me."

Jiang Luo haha laughed, "Whether I can kill you or not, as long as you don't kill me, I will do everything I can to stop you from becoming a god."

The Fatalist is thrust into a dilemma.

Jiang Luo's hand that caught him off guard forced him into a dead end. Either the Fated One does not kill Jiang Luo, or Jiang Luo will prevent the Fated One from becoming a god and become a stumbling block for him. Either the Fated One kills Jiang Luo, then he will have killed him, and the prophecy will be unbreakable.

It's been more than three minutes in the interior, but Jiang Luo hasn't gone out yet.

After a long time, the Fated Man finally smiled a little as he looked at Jiang Luo appreciatively : "It's me who underestimated you."

Jiang Luo curled his lips, "You can choose to kill me now."

"I'm not going to kill you," the predestined man smiled faintly, "God, how can you kill someone."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Jiang Luo felt the familiar feeling of dizziness descend upon him, and he knew he was leaving the inner sanctum of the Fated Man.

Jiang Luo takes one last look at the incense burner, on the front of which is carved the word "Buddha" in seal script.

Buddha ......

There is Sakyamuni who cut his flesh and fed it to an eagle and sat down to become a Buddha, and there is also the Bodhisattva who fed a tiger with his body. Is this the goodness that predestined people seek?

Does he think that by achieving the ultimate goodness, he will become a god?

Jiang Luo lost consciousness, and when he opened his eyes again the next instant, he was back in the small spring pool.

The hot water pattered, the Fated Man was still holding his arms, their four eyes were facing each other, Jiang Luo suddenly curved his lips, as if he was speaking a prophecy with certainty and a soft voice, "Fated Man, if you don't kill me, you'll regret it."

The Predator looked at him tolerantly, like he was looking at a naughty child, "You'll change your mind."

He stepped back and helped Jiang Luo away from the water, "Since the spring water doesn't work for you anymore, there's no need to waste time soaking in it anymore. Let Ji Yaozi teach you something else, and you can still become stronger."

Jiang Luo listened quietly and asked again, "What if I don't change my mind?"

"I don't force myself on people," the Predestined Man laughed twice helplessly as he looked back at Jiang Luo and said gently, "If you're still willing to come back to the mountain when you're done with your court hearing, that means you want to do your part for this metaphysical community, but if you won't be coming back I won't be hard on you either. "

He sighed, "It's just a shame that your friends are going to die in the middle of the holocaust."

Jiang Luo's smile slowly converged, and his face slowly became expressionless.

*

As soon as Jiang Luo and the Fated One left the spring, they were greeted by Feng Li's words of hidden anger, "Why did you force yourself to go down to the spring when you were not feeling well?"

Jiang Luo frowned slightly and coldly inclined his head in silence.

Feng Li didn't seem to need his answer either, his gaze shifted to the palm where the Fated Man was holding Jiang Luo's wrist, and the look in his eyes looked as if he was trying to freeze the Fated Man's hand into slushy ice.

The Fateful One felt something, and he looked at Feng Li thoughtfully for a moment before he suddenly spoke, "Heavenly Master, it's time for you to come down from the mountain."

Feng Li raised his eyes to meet his, his expression cold, "What does the Fated mean by that."

"The old Celestial Master is getting old and doesn't have much time left to live," the predestined man advised slowly, "You should also go back and spend more time with him instead of spending time here with me."

Feng Li's face did not change as he turned the jade trigger in his hand and said a moment later, "Good."

"But there is no need for the Predestined to take much trouble," he said faintly, "I will go, and my apprentice will not stay here any longer; I will take him with me."

The Fatalist said, "He will remain on the mountain."

Feng Li sneered, the tip of his blade vaguely aimed at the Fated Man, "Fated Man, Jiang Luo is my disciple."

"Celestial Master," the Predator, "and what am I to you?"

Feng Li choked slightly, his face unsightly.

It was as if he was forcibly holding back his murderous intent and fury, unable to say anything else.

"I will explain the reason to the old celestial master," said the predestined man, "and you will go down the mountain on your own."

Feng Li quickly calmed down, "Before I leave, I have to explain a few things to Jiang Luo... Predestined person, let go of your hand."

The Fated One let go of his hand, and Jiang Luo walked to Feng Li's side. Feng Li sank his face and led Jiang Luo outside. After a few minutes, he spoke in a deep voice, "You can't soak in that water more than once, or it won't benefit you."

Jiang Luo Emotionally flat, "Disciples can't do it."

Feng Li frowned slightly with a slight stern voice, "You don't make up your own mind, so what great things can you do?!"

Jiang Luo thought it was funny how Feng Li didn't say that when his controlling nature was onset against him.

He changed his tone from good to bad, "Yes."

For the rest of the way, no one spoke. Feng Li's mood is very bad, face deep depression color is chilling. Jiang Luo also do not want to say anything more to him, so after walking for a while, Feng Li said: "You ......".

Jiang Luo listened quietly.

Feng Li, however, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a deep lucidity in them, "You follow Ji Yaozi, and learn his psionics well."

Jiang Luo nodded, "Disciple knows."

Feng Li turned to look at Jiang Luo.

This disciple of his undoubtedly had an impeccable appearance, and at the moment, there was still some dampness on the neck of his face. But even more dazzling than his appearance was his soul. Feng Li's mind flashed back to the glance Jiang Luo had given him under the dim light last night, and his lips slowly pursed to a cold hardness, "I am about to leave the mountain, what else do you want to ask?"

"Sir, there's one thing that I'm actually curious about." Jiang Luo.

Feng Li: "Huh?"

Jiang Luo smiled, "If you, sir, see a stern ghost with extremely heavy grievances, that stern ghost happens to need your help, and after you help him, he will grow into a powerful ghost later on. What would you do?"

"If I can control him, then take him for myself and turn him into my style," Feng Li said without hesitation, rather coldly, "If he can't be of use to me, then kill him before it's too late."

Jiang Luo said, "How would you turn him into a god?"

Feng Li glanced at him, ''Since you said that the grievances are extremely heavy, then you can't forcefully take him in, or else you'll risk devouring the master. Then approach him first, since he is a grudge ghost, there must be someone who wants to take revenge. After avenging him, take the opportunity to gain his trust and refine him into a Style God."

"So that's how it is," Jiang Luo realized, "Thank you, sir, disciple understands."

So in the original text, Chi You pretended to be weak in order to lower Feng Li's guard and let him think that he could control him. Feng Li's approach to Chi You may also be an attempt to turn Chi You into a god.

A powerful evil spirit god and the original body a straw man, smart people know what to choose, no wonder the original Feng Li will coldly watch Chi You tortured the original body, a son of the Feng family to life and death.

It's all because Chi You is just worth more than the original.

Jiang Luo lifted his lips.

After staying with Feng Li s predestined people for a long time, he suddenly missed his little friend a little ...... bit.

*

On the same day, Feng Li went down the mountain.

Jiang Luo, being his disciple, returned to his room in a good mood after seeing him off.

Upon returning to his room, Jiang Luo saw a budding rose in a vase on the table.

This is winter, but this rose is blooming vigorously, wanting to be shy. There is a bit of crystal clear dew on the rose, the whole house seems to have been dyed with a few points of ambiguous and low-key rose aroma.

Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth already raised high ahead of him. He walked lightly to the table and took the rose out of the vase, gently sniffing at the tip of his nose.

The hot, pungent, dark scent came in like a tidal wave.

Rose petals hid the smirk at the corners of the dark-haired youth's mouth as his beautiful phoenix eyes drooped slightly toward the tabletop.

A white card was pressed under the vase.

Jiang Luo raised his hand and pulled out the card, which spun twice in his fingers, revealing a line on it.

Starting today, I'm gonna go crazy on you. I'll see you tonight. -- "Chi You

Like a bad joke.

"Crazy pursuit?" Jiang Luo raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself, "What kind of pursuit is called crazy? Sure it's not letting me die?"

He grunted and threw the rose casually onto the bed, taking the lighter and burning the card again.

"Why does everything I burn come to you, what's the principle?" He let out a "tsk", "But you should look pretty good after this thing burns over and returns to its rightful owner, right?"

"Too bad I can't see it."

The card turned to dust, and Jiang Luo blew gently on it, and the layer of dust that had fallen from his hand flew to the floor. He wiped his hands with satisfaction, and when he looked back at the roses on the bed, he had to formalize a problem.

Chi You How did you get this rose in here?

This was the residence of Taoist Master Wei He, and both the Fate and the Heavenly Master had just been there, but no one had noticed anything strange.

As he was puzzling over this, he heard a "wailing" sound coming from the doorway. Jiang Luo turned around and saw that the Ginseng Spirit was covered in sludge, crying while walking in slowly.

It was only then that Jiang Luo realized that the little ginseng was not in the house, and he asked in wonder, "Where have you been?"

"Daddy, I'm possessed," said the little ginseng, looking up at him pathetically, one muddy step at a time, "I was playing under the covers just now, and I don't know what came over me, but I wanted to go out and look at it particularly. I walked all the way from here to the front door and found this rose, and I don't know what I was thinking, but when I saw it I dragged it back like a demon, and hummed and hawed it to the bottle. And pinched myself hard and cried out tears to give the rose for water, and look, Daddy, I pinched myself so hard it hurt."

Jiang Luo to it pointed to the place to see, ginseng white and fat, what scars did not leave, he touched his nose, vainly coughed, but know ginseng spirit this is what happened.

Dog stuff.

He cursed, chasing after someone and threatening to manipulate children to serve this rose, Chi You can be really something.

*

Feng Li hadn't even gotten to the bottom of the mountain when he was stopped by a beautiful looking monk.

The monk folded his hands in front of his chest, spinning a string of Buddha beads in his hand, and politely said, "Heavenly Master, my master has an invitation."

Feng Li's eyes narrowed slightly, "Ge Wuchen?"

The monk smiled slightly, not saying yes or no, but reaching out and pointing to the south, he repeated, "Heavenly Master, my master would like to invite you to a meeting."

Feng Li asked in an unperturbed manner, "Who is the owner of your house?"

Ge Wuchen smiles without saying a word.

Not even willing to say who it was was really insincere, and Feng Li was not willing to waste time with them. He was about to pass Ge Wuchen when the monk smiled and said, "Heavenly Master, don't you want to know some secrets about your father, the Predestined Man?"

"Or maybe it's something that the old Heavenly Master hasn't told you yet, something that the older generation has kept in their hearts to take to their coffins," the monk said in an unhurried tone, certain that Feng Li Li would be interested, "something that your half-brother Ji Yaozi knows all about, and you know nothing about. But you don't know anything. For example, why your father wanted to cleanse you of your seven emotions and six desires, and why he gave Ji Yaozi the Primordial Heavenly Pearl ......, and why he fell in love with your disciple Jiang Luo."

"If the Celestial Master is interested in this, then why don't you delay some of your efforts and come with me on a journey."

Feng Li stopped dead in his tracks.

A moment later, he turned around, his eyes dark and oppressive, and said, "Lead the way."