v2 Chapter 1170： Old bald donkey (1/2)
”He has now merged the blood of the original sin, and the deeper and deeper the road, why haven't you stopped!”
In the space of the dead bone, the voice came, as if questioning the old monk.
”Old man has no ability to stop.”
”You didn't even try it, how did you know you couldn't stop it?”
About it.
The old monk did not respond.
Later.
The voice inquired again: ”You know that once he merges the blood of original sin, he will not only become a true original sin person, but also a piece of chess in this world game. Why don't you stop it!”
”In this game of heaven and earth, I don't even have the qualifications to be a chess piece.”
”Because of this, you should stop it. This game of heaven and earth is already chaotic enough. If he goes in, it will only make the game worse.”
”The eventuality will happen after all ... destined to be destined from the beginning ...”
”It's a joke, when did you wait for the sage monks to believe in fate.”
The old monk did not answer this question either.
”Old monk, tell me, is all of this destiny, or is it caused by cause or effect, or is it caused by confusion?”
”I don't know, I really don't know ...”
”I don't know? I don't believe it. I may not know who arranged this game of heaven and earth, but one thing I can be sure of is that Xiandao, Magic Road, and even Heaven Road must have participated in this game. If not, Junxuan, Tang, Feng Month-to-month, these robbers will definitely not cause and cause something inexplicable with him. Are your Buddhas and Taos as well laid out as they are? ”
”Women, if all this is really a game of heaven and earth, do you think Sanqian Avenue is qualified to play chess?”
”What do you mean? You mean that Sanqian Avenue is also a chess piece in this set of heaven and earth?”
”Three thousand avenues were originally chess pieces in the world chess game. From ancient times to the present, the moment when they were born from the avenues.”
”If Sanqian Avenue is also a chess piece in the chess game, then who is playing this game of heaven and earth? Is it fate? Or causality? Or gods? Or something else?”
”I don't know ...”
The female donor kept asking, and the old monk kept asking and wondering.
”How many original sinners like him are there between heaven and earth?”
”I don't know!”
The female donor asked again, and the old monk still responded unknowingly, but this time, after responding, he sighed again: ”Female donor, you and I have lost ourselves ... What the old woman knows, you know, the old woman doesn't know, you also You know, so you don't have to test your old man again, old man really doesn't know. ”
After a long time.
The female donor said, ”But I'm afraid!”
”Who isn't afraid?”
”And even more frightening, I don't know why I'm afraid!”