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The old man laughed and said, "Little girl, back then, the god of war Miles and the god of fire thought they were geniuses, and it was commendable to set up this arrangement, but even so, they could only deal with some revealed enemies, but they couldn't really defeat the last hidden existence!" ”

"Please also ask the great god to make it clear!" Smecta, as the head of the Holy Goddess of the Summer Palace of the God of War, naturally has extraordinary insight, and when he heard the old man say this, he hurriedly asked respectfully.

The old man nodded approvingly, and said softly: "All things in heaven and earth, there is life and death, birth, old age, sickness and death, this is the law of heaven and earth, the reincarnation of cause and effect, retribution is not happy, whether it is gods or mortals, at the moment of birth, fate has been doomed in the dark, the god of war Miles killed too heavily back then, and he should have a love calamity!" All life and life are bound by the power of cause and effect, and it is difficult to jump out of the road of destruction! ”

"Destruction?" Smecta said in horror.

"Don't be anxious ~ Don't be anxious ~ The damage of his identity as a god of war will naturally reveal his past life, but the huge power of the god of war in this life will disappear completely, and when this century of gods ends, it will inevitably be destroyed together with all living beings and return to the origin!"

The mystical Smecta had already read it countless times in countless years of waiting, and when he heard him mention the end of the world of the gods, he couldn't help but change his face wildly, and his voice trembled slightly: "Great existence, could it be that the great calamity that annihilates everything will come again?" ”

The old man nodded indifferently and said, "If nothing else, the catastrophe of the destruction of the world should break out within five hundred years!" ”

Smecta said with a miserable face: "If this is the case, then wouldn't all the efforts of the God of War, the God of Fire, and me for countless years be in vain?" ”

The old man smiled mysteriously and said: "Not really, Miles is also a genius in the sky, he can open the eyes of heaven when the scenery is infinite, peek into the vague future, discover the great catastrophe of the gods, all living beings, and be able to have great compassion and sacrifice himself to enter reincarnation, so that the future has changed vaguely!"

The power of good and evil, the only magic weapon to change one's life against the sky, is the only existence that can break free from the shackles of the power of cause and effect, either for the great good for the Buddha, or for the great evil for the Shura, only by letting Miles grasp the true meaning of good and evil in this life, can he break free from the shackles of the cycle of cause and effect and create a completely different future! ”

Smecta only understood the old man's intention at this time, but he was still puzzled: "Since you have such a superb divine power, why don't you personally defeat the mastermind behind the scenes, and then save hundreds of millions of living beings and the sea of suffering?" ”

"The power of cause and effect reincarnation is omnipresent, even the Buddha has the calamity of Nirvana, if you interfere with the world too much, it will also be contaminated with the power of cause and effect, the light one escapes into the six reincarnations, and the heavy one is destroyed on the spot, but my life and death are not a pity, but the anti-audience is more than the century of the gods, only I can successfully cross the origin, for the next century of the gods to avoid the spread of destruction, once I die, how big will Shura's family be, all the future century of the gods will be completely under his control, and finally live and die, life and death, There will be no more hope! The old man is colorful.

"But the great Buddha, since even you can't do these things, can the god of war Miles?" Smecta held back for a long time and still asked the doubts in his heart.

The old man smiled, "Little girl, the stakes are very high, what you have heard and seen today, after Miles completes the trial in the near future, I will exert great power to erase your memory of this period, is there any need for you to know?" In order to win your cooperation, I have only said a lot, and you must not be too greedy. ”

Smecta sighed unwillingly and said: "If you really have evil thoughts, it is estimated that all the existence of this space will be wiped out by you at this time, even if the Vulcan body hiding in the distant plane is not poisonous, no matter what, I will cooperate with you!" ”

When the light in front of Han Feng's eyes dissipated, he found that he appeared in a bustling flow of people, he was not a prince and nobleman, or a brave knight, but just a beggar begging on the street, with a rag shirt and a broken porcelain bowl with open teeth, and nothing.

"What kind of trial is this?" Han Feng was completely stunned.

At this time, the old man's voice sounded in Han Feng's mind, "Miles, my life is made by me, I ask for blessings, you are a beggar for the rest of your life in this life, it is heavenly, if you can break the shackles of fate and achieve great wealth, the first level of the trial will be the end, and then the subsequent trial, as long as you can finally complete all the trials of this illusory space, then you will understand the true meaning of good and evil at that time, remember, if you can't fully understand this true meaning, you will be imprisoned in this illusory space as a beggar!" ”

Han Feng said depressedly: "I have nothing to do in this life, I have no power to restrain chickens, and I am poor, and my fate is determined by God, how can you let me achieve great wealth?" ”

"This temple, called the Temple of Good and Evil, is of course a test of your distinction between good and evil, so let's appreciate it more!" The old man spoke, and the voice disappeared without a trace.

Looking at his outfit dejectedly, Han Feng sighed helplessly, since he woke up in the Enlos Continent, he had been in the limelight all the way, how could he have been so down? is a complete waste, and can only wag his tail like a pug and beg for mercy, how can he, a high-minded and arrogant person, bear it?

Under this situation, Han Feng felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and looked up to the sky and sighed: "The tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, and the dragon was played by shrimp in shallow water!" Fate treats me unfairly, and God treats me unfairly! ”

Before the sigh stopped, a dirty deerskin boot kicked in the face, and at this time, Han Feng, who was powerless, was kicked to the ground directly by surprise, followed by a stormy kick, and a vulgar voice shouted: "Damn beggar, what are you howling, kill you stinky begging for food..."

When Han Feng was beaten, his heart swelled with pride, struggling to fight with the person who kicked him, but his weak body was only exchanged for a more brutal beating, leaving Han Feng with a dying breath, and the man turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Due to the rules of this space, although Han Feng had broken dozens of bones and vomited three liters of blood, he still did not die, and he had to lie on the corner of the street with his body lying on his back.

The humiliation made Han Feng close his eyes tightly, and kept asking himself, "What can I do now?" Is it just like this to become an incompetent beggar, to be bullied here? If you knew this, it would be better to fight the enemy to the death on the battlefield with a bang! ”

When he thought of this, he could not help but curse heaven and earth and everything in his heart, but he was greeted by a pouring rain, and the passers-by avoided the heavy rain, and who would pay attention to him, a sour beggar, let alone a good man and a woman who gave him food.

The lightning and thunder continued for a whole day and night, Han Feng was lying on the edge of the street like a dead man, the rain on the street had gradually risen, and even half of Han Feng's head had not been reached, in order to avoid the pain of choking, Han Feng could only endure the pain and raise his head as much as possible.

The wounds on his body also began to become inflamed under the soaking of the rain, and when the rain receded, he became a veritable 'stinky beggar' with foul smell and pus, and in the following days, Han Feng's mood became worse and worse, the reality was cruel, whenever he complained about the heavens and the earth, and complained about the indifference of the world, it was either flying sand and stones, or heavy rain and hail.

Under the effect of the rules of this space, Han Feng, who had rotted to the bones, still did not die, lying on the side of the street like a zombie, the stench wafted, and the beggars who were begging with him couldn't stand the stench and fled one after another.

Hunger and cold, unbearable pain, made Han Feng really feel what life is worse than death, and I don't know how much time passed, Han Feng gradually became numb, not even cursing and resentful, lying there in a daze, although the wound had already healed in a long time, but he didn't have any thoughts in his heart, not even the idea of standing up.

Occasionally, a passer-by threw over half a hard steamed bun, Han Feng just put it by his side, even if he was down, the arrogance in his bones still made him unable to put down his body to eat those leftovers, anyway, he also knew that even if he didn't eat for the rest of his life, he would not be starved to death in this space, only to endure the unbearable hunger!

Another half a year has passed, Han Feng's side has piled up dry steamed buns like a hill, but he has never moved a piece, nor has he moved even the slightest, on this day, a monk passed by, saw the ethereal in Han Feng's eyes, couldn't help but be surprised, stepped forward and asked curiously: "Ordinary people can't become saints, can't ascend to the realm of immortals and Buddhas, most of them are because of miscellaneous thoughts, too many delusions, I have observed you for three days, and even a delusion has not risen, why?" Have you already realized great wisdom? ”

Han Feng mechanically turned his head and looked, and came to the first person to talk to him in this strange space (the person who scolded him before was naturally not counted), and said with a wry smile: "I am so decadent, my name has been doomed, what can I do?" ”

The wandering monk suddenly realized: "I see, but you don't know that you have fallen into a misunderstanding? If, as you say, the name is destined to be unchangeable, then how can that being go to great lengths to arrange this fantastic space for you?

Moreover, people fail to be unintentional, and eventually they are bound by yin and yang, and they have no fate? But mortals have a certain fate; A very good person, his fate is fixed and uncertain; A person who is extremely evil, his fate is uncertain, how can you lightly say that he is decided? ”

There was a hint of clarity in Han Feng's eyes, and he hurriedly asked, "Can fate really be changed?" ”

"Of course, do you still remember that the purpose of the trial you received in your mouth is good and evil, and at present, with your condition, it is a great evil, and you must not have that strength, only by accumulating virtue and doing good, doing more good deeds, accumulating more yin virtue, and seeking more blessings for yourself, only in this way, when the power of goodness reaches a certain level, your fate can be changed, and you can jump out of the limit of cause and effect reincarnation!" So is the wandering monk.

The words were like an empowerment, and the heart of the space was suddenly clear, and there was no longer the confusion before, and he was overjoyed, and hurriedly thanked him, but the wandering monk drifted away and disappeared.

"For the great evil, there is no strength, for the great good, there is no strength, the previous curses and abuses are all small evils, in exchange for only unbearable encounters, it seems that only small goodness can be accumulated, and slowly change their fate!" Han Feng took care of it and began to cheer up, searching for opportunities to do good.

However, a few days later, Han Feng realized that he had done a lot of 'good deeds', but he did not have all the retribution of wandering monks, such as helping the old man who had fallen, picking up gold and silver and returning it to the owner, and so on, but fate did not change at all, and even what he did became the laughing stock of some passers-by and naughty children.

Han Feng, who has regained clarity in his heart, is unswervingly looking for all the 'good deeds' that can be done, but another year has passed, and in the autumn of the following year, Han Feng is still a beggar, without any growth, only that he is arrogant in his heart, and the pile of dried steamed buns left behind is accumulating higher and higher, and has become a scene on the street, and passers-by continue to point fingers at him and the pile of steamed buns.

In his spare time, Han Feng used the stones and broken wooden boards he picked up to build a small granary on the side of a house next to the street, and jokingly made these broken steamed buns and dried steamed buns.

Han Feng sighed, and couldn't help but wonder if the wandering monk was lying to himself, and if the old man of the Temple of Good and Evil was deliberately looking for an excuse to seal his immortality in this space.

While pondering, Han Feng suddenly felt that the sky was darkening, raised his head to look at the sky, the clouds were thick, and he thought it was going to rain again, but at this moment, the streets were filled with frightened shouts, "The Demon Flying Locust is coming!" The Demon Locusts are coming! ”

"Huh?" Han Feng stood up in surprise and looked at it intently, it was indeed an overwhelming locust, but he was not afraid, he was just a passer-by in this space, although the demon flying locusts were brutal, constantly devouring people, livestock, food and trees, leaving no grass in the places they passed, if they could really bite themselves, it would probably be regarded as a relief for themselves!

Sure enough, the Demon Flying Locust completely devoured the flowers and trees exposed outside the street, and the crops and fruit trees in the fields like a whirlwind of clouds, but Han Feng, the other exception, escaped the catastrophe, and the Demon Flying Locust raged for five days before gradually dispersing, and people walked out of the house in fear, looking at everything in front of them without tears.

In the following days, Han Feng found that pedestrians rarely gave him food, even the kindest little girl in the past no longer brought him steamed buns, and after more than a month, Han Feng gradually discovered the root of the problem.

The attack of the Demon Locust has eaten up all the crops within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, and the grain reserves have gradually been depleted.

Han Feng smiled bitterly and thought to himself: "It turns out that it's a good thing that you can't die, I've gotten used to being hungry for so long!" ”

The beggars around him who were begging together were not as lucky as Han Feng, they were dizzy from hunger, and they would definitely die if they were so hungry again, Han Feng sighed slightly in his heart, turned around and returned to his 'granary', and took out a part of the dried steamed buns and distributed them to these colleagues.

Many beggars found that the food they gave them was actually their peers who they disliked and abandoned back then, and one by one they couldn't help but feel guilty, and driven by hunger, they still picked up the dried steamed buns and ate them in a big gulp.

A few months passed, and when the cold winter came, all the families in the city except for the rich and noble had run out of food, and the famine for months had reached a situation where gold and silver could not buy food, and there were constant mournings in the city, and Han Feng knew that there were people starving to death.

On this day, Han Feng saw a weak man lying hungry in front of him, and looked intently, it was none other than the person who had already lost weight to skin and bones, it was the person who kicked him and beat him all over his body.

"Retribution, is this the retribution for you?" Han Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart at the impermanence of the world, but seeing his pitiful appearance, he couldn't bear it, took out the dried steamed buns that were ready for the beggars, leaned over and handed them to him.

The man looked at Han Feng in disbelief, as well as the dry steamed bun in his hand, and the tears couldn't stop flowing, regardless of his identity and the dryness of the steamed bun, he ate it in a big gulp, regained a little strength, and walked away with a thousand thanks.

Han Feng remembered the little girl who used to give him steamed buns every day, returned to the 'granary' and loaded a bag of dried steamed buns, and found her home according to the direction that the little girl said with memory.

After knocking lightly on the door, after a long time, I saw a skinny woman open the door, and saw Han Feng obviously stunned, Han Feng didn't say anything and handed over the rag bag on his body to the woman's hand, turned to leave, and not long after, he heard a few faint cheers in the courtyard.

The next day, Han Feng closed his eyes as always, lying on the empty street enjoying the rare warm sun in winter, and was just about to fall asleep, when he was woken up by a noise, and when he opened his eyes, the man walked in front of the crowd yesterday and was constantly talking about something.

"Nima's, Lao Tzu gave you food, and you actually brought someone to rob my steamed buns?" Han Feng couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart, and soon he knew that he was wrong, and he was outrageously wrong!

The man stood still in front of Han Feng, took out a gold ingot from his pocket and put it in front of Han Feng and said: "The grace of saving lives, how can you forget, this gold ingot is the money to pay for yesterday's food at the market price, by the way, I don't know if you still have food, and then sell it to us people, if you don't have food, I don't know how many people will starve to death." ”

"Gold ingots?" Han Feng was overjoyed, with gold, he could use it as capital to do business, and then keep making money, and at that time... Won't this trial be completed then?

Thinking about it, Han Feng's eyes became full of energy, and he said loudly: "Now that there is a shortage of food, you also know that these steamed buns are life-saving things, not to mention that one dry steamed bun has two ingots of gold, and if you don't sell it!" ”

"What?" There was a burst of discussion in the crowd, and the poor people who had gathered all their belongings to get together enough for a gold ingot were completely depressed, how they begged Han Feng, Han Feng was unmoved, and finally under the pressure of survival, the poor people rushed up and beat Han Feng violently, snatching all the steamed buns he was carrying, and even the gold ingot in front of him didn't know who took advantage of the chaos.

When Han Feng was about to complain habitually, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly remembered the words of the wandering monk and the old man of the Temple of Good and Evil, and couldn't help but be shocked, thinking about what he had just done, cold sweat couldn't stop flowing...