This Damned Thirst for Survival

Chapter 220: The Eve Of The Great War

Wei He was outraged.

He could not wait to rush into the screen and tear the predestined man to pieces. And the others in the scene felt much the same way as Wei He Daoist.

Dean Xu was the first to react, and he stood up with a slap on the table in shock and anger, his tiger eyes glaring, "Fatalist, what do you mean by that!"

Master Cheng De, who was about to burst into action, sat back down in silence.

Dean Seo knew it, he knew Chi You would never do what was predicted!

But he could never have imagined that the Predestined would be so bold and malicious as to dare to change even the contents of the prophecy to deceive people.

With these words he shouted to wake up the glued crowd. The room was suddenly filled with an uproar, and the old celestial master's pupils tightened as he looked incredulously at the back of the predestined man.

The old man from the Xuan Ling Office's face changed and he fiercely squeezed the scepter in his hand, "Predestined man, are you telling the truth?"

"You, how can you be so selfish and self-serving! You're using us and using us as knives!"

"You're a fatalist, how could you do this!"

A dozen old men took turns questioning, their blood pressure soaring with excitement, shaking their hands and pointing angrily at the predestined man. The predestined man did not deny it and looked guilty.

These old men were even more agitated, for they had ascertained the answer of the predestined from his attitude.

Some elderly people could not help but be filled with tears and choked up, "Sins."

Most of them have reached their prime, cursing and cursing, their minds are exhausted, but they can't go on. They sat dishevelled in their chairs, looking like they had aged a dozen years in an instant.

The fuss turned out to be just a joke.

What a sacrifice of oneself, but it turns out that one is just being used as a knife.

Ji Yaozi looks at the predestined man in disbelief.

He only felt that the scene before him was like a dream. He had dreamed countless times that the predestined man had repented in time and changed his ways, exactly like the image before him. But he knew all the same that in reality, the predestined man would never admit his mistake.

Ji Yaozi pinched himself so hard that his expression almost distorted in pain.

Not a dream.

But how is that possible?

How can a predestined person say such things?

Why did he choose to speak out when he had already fooled the crowd?

The Fatalist didn't even close the windows of the parlour, as if he didn't care that people heard him or that they, the people, would spread the secret.

Ji Yaozi's eyelids were pounding, and he had a growing sense of foreboding; he always had the feeling that the predestined were up to something big.

" Ji Yaozi ," the fatalist suddenly looked at Ji Yaozi and said in a warm voice, "Come here."

Ji Yaozi hesitates for a moment and walks over.

The Predictor nodded gently towards the others, greeted them as before and then departed at a leisurely pace, taking Ji Yaozi with him out of the meeting room.

Ji Yaozi was just about to ask why the Fatekeeper was looking for him when Old Master Tianshui and Master Cheng De caught up with him.

The old celestial master trembled and came over, his face sullen, "Fatalist, please also stay overnight at Tian Shifu, I have some questions I want to ask you."

The predestined man sighed and nodded his agreement. He looked to Master Cheng De and said matter-of-factly, " Is Master Cheng De staying at Tian Shifu tonight as well?"

Master Cheng De shook his head with a bitter smile, " Jokhang Temple is very busy these days, so I will leave in a moment. I'm coming here with the Old Master to say a few words to you."

He lowered his voice, "Predestined one, I believe you could not have done this. If the true gods ask, I will cover up for you."

The Predestined, however, shook his head disapprovingly, " Master Cheng De just tell the truth, I do things without shame, and I think the true God understands."

Master Cheng De sighed, "I see. In that case, Fated One, Old Master of Heaven, I will go back first."

As soon as the three Fates had disappeared, Master Cheng De turned to leave as well. But as he made his way to the parlour, he saw that the old friends of the parlour were standing in a group at the door, stopped by a god of the style.

This god is known to Master Cheng De. He is one of the three great gods of the Fates, and his name is Garan. Master Cheng De remembers him because his name is the same sound as the Buddhist Bodhisattva Garan, who is the guardian deity of the temple. With this name, Garan is definitely the best of the gods in terms of strength.

The Master Cheng De did not understand why the Fates had sent the gods to guard the door, and he pricked up his ears to listen surreptitiously to the curses of his old friends.

"Who are the predestined to stop us from leaving?!"

"Is he afraid we'll tell his secret? I pooh! Since he has taken the initiative to make it clear, what is there to be afraid of? This hypocrite and true villain!"

Garan said, "Your Excellency will not stop everyone for long. You will only have to stay in Tian Shifu for two more days, and once they have passed, you will be able to leave."

The Master Cheng De was in a state of shock.

He stopped listening and hurried off down the path.

Is this the ...... way for the fatalist to hold himself back?

He admitted his mistake, and after admitting it he would go to Jokhang Temple and ask the true God to continue to guide him to godhood. If he did become a god, he would not need to care about these people who knew his secret. If he had not become a god ...... he could have saved the day by imprisoning these people in Tian Shifu.

And why he was able to come out, presumably because he was going back to reply to the true God.

Master Cheng De did not dare to think about it any further, but wanted to go back and tell Jiang Luo about it.

*

Other side.

Ji Yaozi asked cautiously, "You have called me here, Cebu?"

The fatalist looked sideways and instructed in a warm voice, "Don't go anywhere for a few days, stay with Feng Li in Tian Shifu and take care of yourself."

It was rare for him to show concern for people, and if it had been before Ji Yaozi had discovered the strangeness of his life, Ji Yaozi would have been touched, but now he just felt a chill run through his body.

He braced himself to nod in response without a pale face. The fatalist said gratefully, "Go on."

The old celestial master had a complicated look on his face, "I'll send my disciples to arrange a room for him."

On the way, the old celestial master was eager to ask the predestined man something. But he didn't say anything until he reached the predestined man's residence. The old celestial master shook his hand in defeat, "I only hope that you will be mindful of Feng Li."

Having said this, and not waiting for the host to reply, he staggered away.

The fatalist slowly pushed open the door and poured himself a cup of tea. He sipped the tea slowly, and by the time the half-pot was gone, the sky had dimmed.

The fatalist suddenly said melancholy, "The old celestial master is nearing the end of his life span."

He raised his hand and tapped on the table, and a male god of style appeared in the room.

The god of style bowed his head and said meekly, "My lord."

" Luan Song, you go and bring more gods and stay close to Ji Yaozi ," the host closed his eyes, " don't let him find out that something is wrong, but don't let him near Jokhang Temple either ."

Luan Song said, "Yes."

He asked again hesitantly, "My lord, are you really going to Jokhang Temple tomorrow?"

The Fatalist smiled and said, "It has come to this, how can we stop halfway."

"Even if it's dangerous there, I can't let go of a glimmer of hope," muttered the Predestined, "this could be my last chance to become a god."

It is not that the Predestinarians are unaware of the crisis.

But as long as there is the slightest possibility, he will go to the edge of the sword and the fire.

What's more, the Suthep has sent gods to lurk secretly in the hills around Jokhang Temple. If Jokhang Temple's gods are really a trap, he is not afraid of anything.

After all, the descendants of the Chi family who were prophesied to kill him were also already either dead or wounded.

*

That night, Ji Yaozi stayed in Tian Shifu. The next morning, when Ji Yaozi tried to find his nemesis, he was told that he had already left.

"Gone?"

Ji Yaozi was a little agitated. He suddenly went in Feng Li's direction, wanting to ask Feng Li if there was anything wrong with Feng Li's mother.

Early in the morning, Feng Li was in his study reading a book. Ji Yaozi entered the study and closed the door behind him, asking impatiently, "Feng Li, who is your mother?"

Parents are a taboo Feng Li cannot talk about. Feng Li's face sank and he fought back his anger, "That's not a question you should ask."

Ji Yaozi hastened to explain, "Listen to me, I feel that something is not right with our birth. The predestined man was very wrong yesterday, and I feel that his wrongness is also related to our birth."

Feng Li narrowed his eyes for a long moment before asking, "What's wrong with him?"

Ji Yaozi hesitates for a moment and tells the story of the predestined man changing the content of his prophecy. He didn't know which word had struck Feng Li, and without Ji Yaozi noticing, Feng Li's eyes turned grey and hollow, as if he had been hypnotised, and then returned to their original state after a short while.

He suddenly stood up.

Ji Yaozi's words came to a screeching halt, "What's wrong with you?"

Feng Li walked around him and went out of the room, striding down the stairs. Ji Yaozi hurriedly chased after him, " Feng Li?"

Feng Li said lightly, "Don't you want to know why the Fates are out of place?"

Ji Yaozi couldn't help but nod his head.

Feng Li said, "We'll find out if we follow it up and have a look."

Ji Yaozi was stunned and looked at Feng Li with disbelief. After realising that Feng Li was serious, he hesitated for a few seconds and then made up his mind to follow Feng Li out of Tian Shifu without a second thought.

Ji Yaozi has been pretending to obey the predestined for many years.

He did not dare to resist the Fates, but his spirit was burning like oil. Now that the Fates have admitted to the truth, is he going to go on like a wallflower?

No, he wanted to find out why the predestined had suddenly revealed the secret, and wanted to know who his mother really was. It was time for him to come up with action too.

*

Ji Yaozi followed Feng Li and hurried to the bottom of Jokhang Temple.

Ji Yaozi did not know why they had come to Jokhang Temple. But he trusted Feng Li and followed him into the mountain without asking any questions.

Jokhang Temple is built halfway up a hill. Surrounded by mountains, it covers an area of 10,000 hectares. Although Ji Yaozi had heard of Jokhang Temple, he had never been to Jokhang Temple. Feng Li, however, is very skilled and takes Ji Yaozi up the mountain path.

The further we went, the more desolate the road became, and Ji Yaozi asked oddly, "Are we going the wrong way?"

Feng Li pointed in one direction, "We're almost there."

Ji Yaozi followed his finger and saw that Jokhang Temple was much closer. Ji Yaozi was relieved, but before the two of them could take a few steps, some men suddenly appeared in front of them and blocked the way.

On closer inspection, however, Ji Yaozi frowned and said, "A god of style?"

Five or six gods stood in front of Feng Li and Ji Yaozi, who had seen the leader of the group, one of the gods of the Fates, named Luan Song.

Could these be the gods of the fatalists?

Why are they here?

Ji Yaozi's face turned serious.

Luan Song said politely, "You two shouldn't be here, you can't go any further up the road, please go back."

Ji Yaozi asked in a deep voice, "Why are you here?"

Luan Song, "His Excellency has asked us to protect you."

Ji Yaozi: "......"

One god is powerful enough, how important are they both that they need so many gods to protect them?

Feng Li suddenly asked, "Are you here to protect me, or Ji Yaozi?"

Luan Song is silent, but looks at Ji Yaozi for a moment.

Ji Yaozi's heart sank.

Feng Li said, slightly amused, " Ji Yaozi is so important that you have sent so many people to protect him?"

His tone was off, but Ji Yaozi didn't notice. In an aggravated tone, he asked, "Why did the Predestinarians ask you to protect me."

Luan Song was wrong, "This is a dangerous place, so please go back to Tian Shifu."

Ji Yaozi, on the other hand, wanted to go to Jokhang Temple even more.

What danger could Jokhang Temple be that would make these gods stand at attention?

"I'm not going back," Ji Yaozi looked unhappy as he held out his hand and an iron cone flew out of his pocket, the sharp end aimed at the god of style, "If you have to stop me, I'm not going to be polite."

This is Ji Yaozi's most commonly used weapon spirit, the iron cone and his mind are in sympathy, and it is a powerful weapon that strikes wherever it is pointed.

Feng Li snorted, "What are you talking so much to them for."

The wind rushed from in front of him towards Luan Song, pushing him back a dozen metres. Luan Song stood still and immediately whistled.

A few seconds later, more gods of the style came out of the mountains.

Ten, twenty, thirty ......

A frightening number of gods surrounded Feng Li and Ji Yaozi in a single layer, and the two men's faces froze. The gods glanced at each other and narrowed the circle in silence.

The atmosphere was getting tense and just as Ji Yaozi was about to force his way out, someone behind Luan Song laughed and said, "Amitabha Buddha."

The crowd in the room froze.

The voice came closer and closer, and Rarity said, "Do you all want to fight in the mountains of my Jokhang Temple? There is a fine for fighting here."

Luan Song turned her head to see a bald monk with the appearance of a good woman emerge from the woods.

Luan Song knew him and frowned, " Ge Wuchen ?"

Ge Wuchen smiled faintly. The look in his eyes revealed the ruthlessness and pleasure of a great revenge about to be avenged, "Since you have come to my Jokhang Temple, it would be unjustifiable not to be a guest."

No sooner had he spoken than a hundred ghosts in strange shapes and gods came out behind him.

These are the same ghosts that once married Jiang Luo. The Hundred Ghosts belonged to Chi You's men and had joined Chi You a long time ago. Even though Chi You was seriously injured, he did not devour them to make up for it.

Feeling bad, Luan Song beckoned the gods to be on the lookout for Ge Wuchen.

The gods surrounding Ji Yaozi and Feng Li discreetly shielded them both in a circle and turned to face Ge Wuchen and the hundred demons.

If it was just a hundred ghosts, they could still deal with it.

But then another voice came from the left in mock surprise, "What a buzz in here."

Luan Song subconsciously looks to his left as Liao Si wanders over with a large group of staggering dead bodies, smiling.

The sound of dead bodies moseying through the woods sounded like crawling insects. The stench of corpses was strong as they crashed through the branches and vines, chunks of muddy flesh falling off their bodies.

A trap on two sides!

Luan Song made an immediate decision: "Go and inform His Excellency that there is a trap here! Chi You's men are coming!"

Some gods tried to leave from the back, but someone said coldly behind them, "Where do you want to go?"

The two sharp claws of the Flower Beaver were stretched out at his side, the nails on his sharp claws instantly becoming hard and slender. He led another group of grieving spirits to block the retreat of the gods.

Ji Yaozi stared blankly at the scene in front of him, somewhat overwhelmed by the reaction. Luan Song gripped his weapon in his hand and warned, "Do you think the lord is unprepared? There are gods everywhere in the mountains nearby, and they will flock to Jokhang Temple if there is any movement. Whatever you want to do, it will not be possible."

Liao Si weakly covered her mouth and coughed, smiling, "It's okay, we just have to take care of the big head. As for the other gods, there are still people to deal with."

"Please, let us finish you off," he said pathetically, "the master said that I could only get a new body if I took credit for it."