Chapter 125: Luck is not destiny
Since the start of the Dingyu gambling, it has become the most popular activity for monk Cong Yunhai.
Especially at the last fishing competition at the end of each year, the number of participating monks was so large that it almost filled up the isolated island.
Everyone wants to get rich overnight.
Anchored on the fishing event at the end of 2016, Li Fan also went to join in the fun.
He discovered that there was some trick to catching fish, and it wasn't just a matter of luck.
You know, the fish in this isolated island lake come from all over the sea of clouds.
Anyone who can travel thousands of miles to get here is quite powerful.
During the 27-day observation period, these fish must not only ensure their own survival position in the lake, but also accumulate strength and prepare for the final leap into the sky.
And on the day when the lake finally erupted, the position of each fish when the water splashed also largely determined the height of the final leap.
The fates of tens of millions of fish are intertwined in this lake, as they fight for their lives.
The only lucky one not only has to defeat his competitors, but also has to rely on the "destiny" of the lake to become the final winner.
How difficult it is!
Li Fan's mind flowed among tens of millions of fish. After wandering for a long time, he still couldn't find a particularly suitable one.
In the end, I could only randomly choose a fish that looked strong before the time limit.
As a result, the fish did not survive the remaining three days and was swallowed by the other two fish before the lake water burst.
Li Fan shook his head and could only blame himself for his bad luck.
The final result showed that the one leaping high above all the fish was actually a sickly-looking, inconspicuous white pomfret.
This fish had been barely able to survive in the lake before, but unexpectedly it was the one that had the last laugh.
By replaying the images recorded by the photo stone, the monks discovered that this white pomfret was incredibly lucky.
When the lake erupted, it was at the point where the water flow was most intense.
In addition, it had been accumulating strength before, and with the support of many factors, it was able to soar into the sky and take the lead.
No one could have predicted this, and could only look at this white pomfret with regret.
Li Fan locked onto it with murderous intent and memorized its appearance carefully in his mind.
"I don't know, in the next life, will this fish still win in the end?" Li Fan thought inexplicably.
The fish ordering is over, some are happy and some are sad.
But what needs to be done must be done.
A group of monks joined forces, and soon, except for the white pomfret, all the fish in the lake were refined into essence in an instant.
The white pomfret swallowed the essence and its body expanded several times in an instant.
The teeth became as sharp as blades, and blood-red stripes appeared between the scales. A fierce aura emerged from its body.
In just a short period of time, this white pomfret has completed a transformation that other fish may not be able to complete even after working hard for their entire lives.
After releasing the white pomfret back into the sea, the monks left together.
Li Fan also followed.
Halfway through the flight, Li Fan suddenly froze.
Because, in the sense of Wuxiang's murderous intent, the aura of the white pomfret that had just completed its transformation and reached heaven in one step was rapidly fading.
"Hmm? What's going on?" Li Fan was a little curious and immediately activated his ability to see and hear from heaven and earth.
In the picture, five ugly-looking and extremely ferocious fish are besieging the white pomfret.
The strength of each of these fish is no less than that of the newly transformed white pomfret.
Now that they are collectively besieging it, how can it resist?
Soon he was seriously injured and dying.
Li Fan saw clearly that the essence and blood of these five fish were mixed in their bodies. It was obvious that they had not evolved to their current level on their own. There were obvious signs of artificial cultivation.
"Interesting, these are the fish that won in previous years?" Li Fan figured out the cause and effect in an instant.
These fish, which were blessed with good fortune, could not enter the lake again to participate in the fishing due to the obstruction of the formation outside the isolated island.
But they have already developed some intelligence and know that a new fish king will be born here every month.
So they stayed there, joined forces to strangle the newly born fish kings, and shared their flesh and blood.
Even if you can't get the good fortune, but you can eat the fish that have the good fortune, the effect is the same.
Under Li Fan's gaze, the white pomfret that the monks had just described as "the destiny" and "the luckiest thing in the world" was instantly destroyed and buried in the stomachs of five fishes.
Only the bright red bloodstain rising slowly from the bottom of the sea proved that it once existed.
After the five strange fish had eaten their fill, their vital energy expanded a little more.
He left with a satisfied shake of his head.
Li Fan watched this scene from afar and fell into deep thought.
After returning to Wanxian Island, he did not choose to meditate in the Tianxuan Mirror.
Instead, he squinted his eyes, looked up at the sky, and then looked at the statue of an old man with a tall crown on the island, looking down at everyone.
The deeper the feeling in my heart.
"Perhaps, there is nothing new in this world..."
Li Fan suddenly realized the truth.
Time passes slowly without stopping.
After 17 years of persistence, Zhang Haobo's cultivation has broken through to the middle stage of foundation building.
Li Fan observed for a while and found that he no longer practiced "Dinghai Divine Sword" over and over again.
Instead, he started his journey of chasing the wind again.
The only difference from before was that every time he arrived at a storm disaster site, Zhang Haobo would dance with his sword to the wind.
One hundred and eight Dinghai Swords are combined into a giant blue sword.
In Zhang Haobo's hands, he slashed against the howling wind.
The roaring wind seemed to be weakening as he swung his sword again and again.
But this trend is very weak. If Li Fan didn't have the ability to see and hear clearly the flow and changes of spiritual energy between heaven and earth, it would be difficult to detect.
However, Zhang Haobo seemed unperturbed by fame or criticism.
Never give up, chasing after one storm after another.
Honing his sword skills in the wind.
"It seems that he is not far from making another breakthrough." Li Fan did not feel the slightest bit of envy for his rapid progress.
From the moment he entered the world of immortal cultivation with "Huan Zhen" on his shoulders, Li Fan knew that the speed of cultivation was not that important to him.
What he should do is to accumulate experience from lifetime to lifetime and build an extremely solid foundation.
Now, after seeing the white pomfret being shared and eaten, he became even more certain of his judgment.
Only by practicing the Dharma for hundreds of lifetimes can there be a slight chance of escaping from the dead end.
…
Li Fan's days on Wanxian Island were as peaceful as ever.
Anchored in the middle of 2017, Li Fan had accumulated more than 8,000 contribution points and purchased two rare items for lower-grade people.
After a trip out, I unlocked the second anchor point of [Zhenzhen].
Li Fan did not choose to anchor directly for the time being. He planned to see how the third anchor point was unlocked before making any plans.
However, not long after this, Li Fan's peaceful life was disrupted.
He received a message from the Tianji Hall of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, asking him to assist in investigating a mysterious death case involving two Nascent Souls, six Golden Cores, nineteen Foundation Establishment cultivators, and several Qi Refining cultivators.
(End of this chapter)
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