"What's wrong?"
Looking at Miyamoto Yuhong's tiptoeing figure, Jiandao showed a puzzled expression and asked.
Miyamoto Yuhong held up two fingers and made a shushing gesture: "There are people lurking in the night."
Jiandao was startled: "Of course there is, don't you know? Isn't there a girl in the Yin family who is Qianye's?"
“.......But you didn’t show me what she looks like?!” Miyamoto Yuhong said, covering his forehead.
Jiandao was speechless: "What does it matter? Have you seen her before?"
Miyamoto Yuhong remained silent.
Jiandao's expression froze slightly at this moment. He seemed to have realized something extraordinary: "Have you really met?"
"Um."
"And the other party knows that you are a member of the organization???"
"Um......."
"I... c., what should I do?" Jiandao said with a difficult look on his face. He scratched his head and said, "How about you wear a mask?"
Miyamoto Yuhong touched his stubbled chin with one hand and said, "Forget it. It will be more conspicuous."
"Does the bishop know about this?" asked Sharp Knife.
Miyamoto Yuhong shook his head. He turned around again and looked warily at Yin Rou and the other two who were gradually going away. "I don't know."
"So I plan to tell him later."
"Who are you telling? Why don't you tell me? Maybe I can help." An elderly voice sounded from behind Miyamoto Yuhong.
Miyamoto Yuhong was so frightened that his hair stood on end. He drew his samurai sword unconsciously and became alert.
The next moment, his elbow was touched by an old hand, and an old voice sounded from his ear: "Young man, just forget about talking, don't wave your sword or gun."
"I am old, but I still have the ability to deal with young people like you."
As the calloused old hand pressed down, the samurai sword in Miyamoto Yuhong's hand returned to its sheath. No matter how much strength Miyamoto Yuhong used, he could not shake the old arm on his body.
At this moment, Miyamoto Yuhong was sweating profusely. Who on earth is that person? !
"Have you heard that Emperor Xin was born with supernatural powers?"
"What?!"
"boom--"
A loud bang was heard.
Miyamoto Yuhong was instantly knocked back several meters by this attack.
As the distance increased, Miyamoto Yuhong could finally see the other person's face clearly.
Because the distance was too close and he was under pressure, he had no time to care who the other party was, let alone withstand the terrifying pressure.
It turned out to be... Yin Cangsheng!!
Yin Cangsheng had his hands behind his back with a calm expression on his face. It was hard to imagine that the person who had just made the move was actually him!
"Senior, what a powerful force." Miyamoto Yuhong cupped his hands without losing his manners.
Yin Cangsheng stroked the silver beard on his chin with his fingers, and slowly walked to the side of Miyamoto Youhong, with a bit of pity in his eyes: "Although you have mastered the heart of the sword in this life, you have been repeatedly invaded by heavenly calamities. In the end, it is all in vain. It's a pity to say that if we talk about the foundation and destiny, you should have the qualifications to compete for the Hinayana..."
He paused, "Now my cultivation is stuck in the out-of-body state and it is difficult to make any progress..."
A sigh echoed behind Miyamoto Yuhong, "It really makes me feel sorry for you."
The sharp knife at the side had no chance to intervene. He was trembling all over, and felt that a giant dragon was flying around him, while he was just a tiny particle that could be destroyed with a snap of a finger!
"Senior, can you also tell fortunes?" Louis' voice sounded from not far away. He had already changed into a black suit and was walking towards Yin Cangsheng in leather shoes.
Yin Cangsheng explained: "I know a little bit about fortune-telling."
"But I won't calculate your divination."
"And it's impossible to predict. The fate of Westerners is different from that of Easterners. They are governed by different factions of gods. He is a Yamato, an Easterner, so I can predict a little."
"But you..."
"It's a Westerner. I can't figure it out."
Westerner?
Louis' pace slowed down.
That's right, now my body is Beto's body. In other words, it is indeed a Westerner's body, not an Orientaler's.
But Yin Cangsheng's words were somewhat interesting. Do people really have such a thing as fate?
If it really exists, then what is your destiny?
Louis pondered in his mind.
However, fate is under the control of God... right?
In other words, the Pope of the Court of All Living Things was right.
People raise pigs, cows, chickens and other animals, while gods raise people.
What is man to God?
food?
Or a pet?
Or.....more like a grand theater that they can weave at will?
This is really ridiculous.
If all tragedies are caused by God.
The tragedy ends with God, so should people be grateful to God or resent Him?
I believe that the answer has been found, whether it is Louis or someone else.
Everyone will come to a helpless answer.
That is, God fools mankind.
But humans have to please the gods in every way possible.
Ridiculous and sad.
What is the ultimate goal of the Court of All Living Beings?
Fight against the gods?
Let all of humanity replace God?
Is developing a divine elixir that can bring eternal life a personal desire, or is it for the public good and the people?
But...is this justice?!
At this moment, Louis' mind echoed with the Pope's words.
"We are like trees. The more we move towards the sun, the deeper our roots will go, spreading into the dark soil—"
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