Chapter 221: Escape

Luo Zhu is lurking around the Da Zhao Monastery with other gods, they are very close to the Monastery so that they can rush there as fast as possible once the Nemesis summons them.

Luo Zhu is the only female god among the three gods beside the Fated One. With a calm and bold personality, she is a swift and swift worker, and is assigned to be the first line of protection for the Fated One.

There was silence in front of the gate of the Jokhang Temple, and the forest was quiet, with only the sound of birds scurrying out of the trees.

Luo Zhu ambled up a tree, staring at the Dazhao Temple. After a wisp of wind blew across the tip of her nose, she suddenly smelled a hint of burnt smoke.

Luo Zhu rose along with the smell and looked back behind him.

Shallow gray smoke had risen from the jungle in the distance and was gathering in the air.

Fire?

Luo Zhu sent a god over to take a look. But after the god left and didn't come back for five minutes, Luo Zhu felt heavy, jumped down from the tree, and divided the gods into two teams, one team and she went to the Da Zhao Temple to inform the master of the mountain of the strange changes, and the other team went to the place of the incident to inquire.

After assigning the manpower, Luo Zhu did not hesitate to take the gods to the Da Zhao Temple.

But when he was about to reach the Dazhao Temple, Luo Zhu stopped in his tracks and reached out his hand to signal the people behind him to stop.

In front of them, Master Cheng De and his three disciples blocked the road.

Master Cheng De smiled kindly, "This Shi Zhu, Dazhao Temple is not entertaining incense burners today."

Luo Zhu knew that her master was unwilling to offend the Da Zhao Monastery, so her attitude was polite, "Master Cheng De, I have something that I need to see Lord Fate."

Master Cheng De disapproved, "The Fated Man is at a critical moment right now, you can't disturb him, once you do, you'll be spoiling his big event."

As soon as these words came out, most of the Style Gods following Luo Zhu hesitated. But Luo Zhu didn't waver in the slightest, she knew that it was useless to say any more to Master Cheng De, and directly intended to go over there by herself, "Master, I'm offended."

The gods subconsciously followed Luo Zhu, intending to bypass Master Cheng De and the others, but a Buddha bead struck Luo Zhu with lightning speed. Luo Zhu narrowly dodged it, and looked at Master Cheng De in disbelief.

Three of Master Cheng De's disciples raised their palms in front of them and chanted the sutra in unison. As their lips continued to open and close, Luo Zhu felt as if his brain had been struck by bells and drums.

The comer is not good!

Luo Zhu gave himself a sharp cut to stay awake, and made a decisive decision, "Change the road!"

Master Cheng De had even treated them in such a manner, so it was clear that the True God of the Dazhao Monastery was a trap. They must pass this message on to His Eminence.

Master Cheng De snapped, "Don't try to escape!"

He also chanted the scriptures along with the disciples.

One by one, the gods fell to the ground in agony, and Luo Zhu alone stumbled away with his teeth clenched and disappeared into the jungle.

The disciples gradually stopped chanting, and the eldest disciple asked worriedly, "Master, aren't we going after them?"

Master Cheng De said with an old spirit, "Let's just guard this road. No matter where she escapes to, as long as she tries to go to the Da Zhao Monastery, she will definitely be stopped by others."

As he spoke, he suddenly sighed a little, "Half a year ago, what a mighty man the predestined man was ...... But look, half a year later, the people who followed him before are either gone or have fallen to Jiang Luo Chi You, and in such a short period of time, the situation has completely changed to a different one. If this was placed half a year ago, who could believe it?"

The disciple couldn't help but nod his head and said apprehensively, "Master, do you think the predestined man will be killed in the end?"

Grandmaster Cheng De's face turned cold as he sneered, "He'll have to die today if he doesn't!"

After saying that, Master Cheng De looked out, the smoke in the forest was getting bigger and bigger, the birds and animals were frightened to scurry everywhere, and the trees fell to the ground with uninterrupted loud bangs.

Originally sunny weather, but I do not know when a black cloud rose, constantly approaching towards the Da Zhao Temple.

It was quite an oppressive feeling of a large army at a distance.

Master Cheng De suddenly laughed out loud, "Predestined person, with today's gesture, you won't be shabby even if you die."

The troops of the State surrounded the whole Da Zhao Temple at the bottom to prevent the enemy from escaping after defeat. Chi You's men and their notorious old men, regardless of whether they were all men or ghosts, all stopped to protect the Da Zhao Temple, which was still occupied by Jiang Luo and others.

The Nemesis really didn't die unjustly with this wave.

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There was peace in the main mosque.

The predestined man entered the temple of the True God and bowed respectfully, "The late one has admitted his faults."

He burned three sticks of incense, and after a few moments, the True God slowly opened his mouth and asked, "Are you sincere in knowing your mistake?"

The predestined person laughed, "Of course I am sincere in knowing my mistakes. After being taught by senior, my junior has already seen through the four words 'all dharmas are empty'."

"Not bad," said the True God gratefully after a long time, "It's extremely rare to learn from one's mistakes. That's all, come in."

The fatalist straightened up and looked at the door of the room, which was nearly a foot away.

The true god was inside the door of the room, and once the predestined man stepped inside, what awaited him was either a crisis or the heavenly path to godhood. The predestined man had been waiting for two hundred years, and he had finally waited for this day.

The fatalist closed his eyes and calmed his overly agitated emotions before stepping forward and pushing open the door to the room.

Beyond the door of the room was the large, wide to somewhat austere hall.

The temple was dedicated to the statue of the Honored Master Sakyamuni Buddha, and the predestined man was a bit surprised as he tentatively said, "Senior?"

"I am," the distant voice came from within the room, making it impossible to tell which direction the source of the voice was from, "Predestined One, you amaze me. I didn't expect you to make it this far."

The Predestined Man humbly said, "The latecomer does not dare to do so, please continue to instruct the latecomer."

The True God was also dry and said bluntly, "You are only one step away from becoming a god at this moment."

Sparing the predestined man's light nature, when he heard these words, his heart couldn't help but jump two beats faster, and his breathing accelerated slightly. He quietly slowed down for a few seconds, "You may speak."

The True God said, "This last step is the most difficult and painful. If you can't do it, all the efforts you made before will be wasted. I also wonder if you can make up your mind to bear this pain?"

The Fated Man smiled faintly, "The late generation has already made preparations."

"Well," the True God asked, turning the conversation around, "do you remember what I said to you earlier?"

The predestined man nodded respectfully, "Not a single word of senior's words dare be forgotten by my junior."

The True God said, "Then you should remember that those people I told you about who changed from human to god, whether it was Zhang Tianshi or Guan Gong, whether it was the Three Emperors or Ding Xinwu, all of them died in order to become gods."

The Fates froze.

The True God said, "Only if you die can you be ordained as a god after death."

Silence.

There was silence throughout the Buddhist temple.

The smile on the Fated Man's face slowly disappeared.

True God what does this mean.

The predestined person didn't want to believe it, but upon closer examination, there was indeed a bit of truth to it. Those who had become gods since the beginning of time had really become gods only after their deaths when their merits and virtues had been fulfilled.

But what if the predestined man dies and he doesn't become a god?

It's a deadly cycle. If what the True God said was true, then the predestined person could not become a god without dying. But if he dies, who can guarantee that the predestined person will become a god?

The Fates lowered their eyes and didn't move a muscle.

The True God acted as if he had expected it, "You see, you can't even make this step, how can you talk about becoming a god."

The Fated Man sighed softly, his snow-colored eyelashes dropping a shadow, so handsome and clean that he was like an exiled immortal, "Could senior have a second method."

"That's just it," True God said, "let me give you a hand."

The predestined man opened his eyes and heard the voice of the true God coming closer and closer.

No, it wasn't getting closer, it was less of the ethereal loneliness of the sound that was being staged.

The predestined person subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a silhouette walk out from behind the Buddha statue. The face was familiar and very flamboyant, and this person even smiled at him, a smile laced with the mischief of watching a good show, "Let me help you die."

It's Jiang Luo.

The Predestined Man's pupils suddenly shook. Shock, anger, and disorientation all came out on his face. Such complex expressions finally gave the Fated Man a "human" appearance, and the corners of Jiang Luo's mouth rose slightly, and the smile between his eyes deepened.

No amount of brainstorming is as cool as seeing this scene with your own eyes.

The predestined man's breath sank in, and he closed his eyes as he thought back over the past month, his face as pale as a snow-cover as he thought of the images of his deference to the True God and his voluntary admission of the secret of the prophecy.

If I didn't know that all hearts are black, I'm afraid I'd be sympathetic to his appearance today

The Predestined Man's voice was even light, as if he couldn't use his strength, "You played the True God just to come and tease me?"

Jiang Luo's crimson lips hooked up, "How can you say it's a fake?"

He laughed softly, "Am I not helping you become a god?"

The Fated Man's eye jets moved slightly as he opened his eyes to look at Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo, however, wasted no time and simply shook his wrist. The huge golden dragon hissed and flew out of the Yin Yang Ring, and he glanced at the predestined man, asking nicely, "You don't even recognize Chen Long in the Yin Yang Ring?"

Without waiting for the predestined man to speak, he picked up on his own, "Oh, I forgot. This Yin-Yang Ring has been forged by someone else for a second time, and you've long since lost track of what the Yin-Yang Ring will do."

Sentence by sentence, it was like cold water thrown head-on, completely shattering all of the predestined man's hope and ease, ruthlessly crushing it underfoot and trampling on it. The fatalist's half-month wait had all become a joke.

His entire hope of becoming a god had completely become a patch of debris.

The Fated Man had been disappointed many times, but this time was undoubtedly the one that hurt him the most. While he was looking at the golden dragon, in a trance, Jiang Luo rushed in front of him unexpectedly, and his fist, wrapped in a mountain of power, slammed into the Fated Man's body.

Chen Long joins his fists and slams them ferociously into the Nemesis.

"There was a loud bang, and the predestined man flew straight backward, breaking the door of the room and falling far into the large courtyard.

Jiang Luo briefly settles on the Fated Man with the word spirit as he draws his dagger and, with little hesitation, darts forward to slash at the Fated Man's throat.

But just as he cuts through his skin, Jiang Luo is knocked off his feet by a powerful force.

"Damn ......" Jiang Luo coughed twice, and when he stood still, he looked up to see that two gods were already standing behind the Fated Man.

This guy really does have the means to save his life.

Jiang Luo wasn't sure if he'd scratched his vocal cords, but he knew that he mustn't give his nemesis time to speak.

Jiang Luo's fingers quickly traced through the air, and a huge stream of water struck the three Fated Ones. The two gods stopped in front of the Fated Man, sending the water mass splashing in all directions.

Jiang Luo wrote down another character "Lei" quickly, he threw it into the sky, then clenched his fingers and pulled it down quickly as if he was pulling something. The clouds above the temple were dense, and the silver thunderbolt fell loudly and fiercely, revealing its power as a thunderbolt through the wet water stream!

The power of shifting heaven and earth!

The faces of the Style Gods suddenly changed, and colors of shock and horror surfaced.

The Fated Man avoided it in time, but his two gods turned into two tiny charred paper figures under the lightning, falling to the ground and turning to ash.

Such power ......

The Fates looked at Jiang Luo anew, as if they were strangers recognizing him for the first time.

It was hard to imagine how long Jiang Luo had been in contact with the Xuanmen Dao, how long he had stolen the power of the Fated One, and how he had managed to achieve such a level in such a short period of time, a talent that even the Fated One could hardly have predicted.

With the shock and anger of being deceived still churning in his heart, the predestined man touched the wound on his neck, his eyes dark.

With such a big commotion at the Da Zhao Temple, logically, his Style Gods should have already rushed over, but the reality was that not a single Style God had arrived.

The Predestined Man was no fool, and after awakening from his obsession with becoming a god, he realized that he had fallen for a month-long scheme.

For a whole month, the other party had laid trap after trap, just to trap him in the Da Zhao Temple today.

Jiang Luo wanted him dead.

The Nemesis knew that the most sensible thing to do at this moment was to flee.

This is a trap, so Jiang Luo is not the only one to deal with him. His gods are probably all gone, and Jiang Luo's strength is beyond his imagination. The only best decision is to run away, and the faster and sooner he does so, the better chance he has of making a comeback.

It's really a wind and water change.

The predestined man took a deep breath and suppressed the various emotions that were bothering him in his heart. Immediately, he turned around and ran outside at speed.