Chapter 1103 Maybe Fate

"If the memory left in the "Obtail Mandala" is correct..."

Warm teardrops quietly splashed down on Araki Sousuke's cheeks.

"This should be the only time I followed my intuition, against my heart, and didn't choose to be with you."

In my mind, countless scenes of lingering with Wu Yuyu flashed away.

"Miss Hanyu, let's... wait, this... that... is it still possible to do that?!"

"I'm sorry, Zongsuke. Perhaps fate is destined to only let us meet... the future of the 'world', not necessarily the future of 'us'."

Araki Sousuke raised his head subconsciously, but a touch of fiery tenderness touched his lips: "Remember, for countless worlds doomed to destruction, you are by no means a 'meaningless' existence..."

"You are, after witnessing thousands of times of despair and destruction, I still believe in, love deeply, and the only hope."

The golden snake wrapped around Mai Hanyu's arm shattered to the ground at some point.

"Now that fate is returned to its original owner, you should be able to remember who you are, right?"

The gentle and watery words were still in his ears, and the world in front of Araki Sousuke's eyes had already melted in the white light.

"Who am I...I'm not Araki Sousuke..."

In the center of his snow-white back, like rice paper dotted with a brush, a smear of ink quietly spread out.

"Also... Sousuke..."

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The body seemed to have sunk into the bottom of the sea, wrapped in a layer of invisible pressure, falling endlessly.

When he came back to his senses, Zongsuke found himself standing by a wide gray river.

The mirror-like surface of the river reflects the still pale face in the setting sun and the **** waist...

"By the way... that little **** who robbed... I was stabbed by him... and then..."

Stretching out his hand to touch the scar that pierced his abdomen, staring at the blood on his palm, Zongsuke seemed to remember something.

"Then, you passed away."

"Are you kidding me? Am I doing well? I, Zong Jie, practiced Wing Chun at the age of five, was invincible in the community at the age of nine, and won the championship in the underground ring at the age of eighteen... Will I die because of being stabbed by a gangster?"

Turning around, he noticed a black monk sitting cross-legged under the tree.

"Wait, who are you, are you filming some prank variety show now?"

Because of the "protective color", I didn't find the other party in the first place.

"Everything in the past is like death yesterday, and everything in the future is like being born today. In the three thousand great thousand worlds, all living beings will die here, so why should you be persistent..."

The monk was like a stone statue, keeping his palms folded, his mouth closed, but his voice was clearly heard by Zongjie: "Unfortunately, I have fallen into a demon at this moment, and I am unable to cross Your Excellency to the other shore."

"The other side? What the other side?! I am an excellent young man in his prime, single mother, I don't believe you ghosts and snakes!"

"Where's the director? Where's the camera? Say 'click' and take me to the hospital first!"

Disdainful of his "death news", Zongsuke yelled and walked towards the other party, as if he wanted to "theory".

"Oops, as expected of the lord of heretics... The unconscious thoughts in deep sleep... are so scary..."

But the monk in front of him suddenly had cracks on his dark skin.

"Collecting the karma of hell, casting Buddha and demon into one body, condensing the three bodies into one...is it difficult to cover up its light..."

The light spots overflowing from the crack swallowed everything around it, leaving only a blank void.

"Not good... His consciousness... is reading my Seven Consciousness Heart King and Alaya Consciousness... If this continues, He will wake up soon..."

The white light shone like breathing, and the cracks in the whole body seemed to be at war with heaven and man, and there was a reciprocating cycle of healing and cracking.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, is this the latest AR special effect?"

Facing the drastic change in the black monk, Zong Jie took a step back silently.

"So that's how it is... You actually came from that dharma-ending world where 'no law can be established, nothing can be obtained'..."

This gaze fell on Zongjie with a sluggish face, and the black monk seemed to have a clear understanding: "Amitabha, heretics are in troubled times, and only the end of the law can be broken...In the dark, there is a destiny..."

One thousand small worlds, one small thousand worlds; one thousand small thousand worlds, one middle thousand worlds; one thousand middle thousand worlds, one great thousand worlds.

In this three thousand great thousand worlds that are more endless than the sands of the Ganges River, there naturally exists a world of "Dharma-ending" in which gods and Buddhas are extinct, all living beings have no faith, and all dharmas are in decline.

"This is not only your chance, but also the world's chance."

"you…"

Without warning, Zong Jie realized that he had arrived under the tree without moving his feet, and looked at the black monk in dismay.

"Use my soul to shape your soul."

Before he had time to speak, the black monk had already pointed to his forehead.

"Use my body to shape your body."

Then, the monk's dark body shattered like a clay sculpture before his eyes...

"Use your knowledge to gather the shape of chaos."

The white light that bloomed quietly covered Zongsuke's body, then slid down like flowing water, and gradually condensed into a man whose body and appearance were exactly the same as Zongsuke.

"This person... who is..."

I haven't seen clearly the "twin brother" with closed eyes in front of me, a majestic black Buddha like a mountain, has floated from Zongsuke's back...

"This is the endless chaos when the world first opened."

A pair of majestic black arms pinched Zongsuke's "slender" hands irresistibly...

Like a puppet on a string, his palm went around from behind, covering the eyes of the "Zongsuke" in front of him.

"Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

The inexplicable, ups and downs of noise came into his mind, making Zongjie's thoughts freeze, but his face showed a look of ferocious pain.

"The five hindrances, the four demons, the three hindrances, and all karma add to the body, and one can see that all dharmas are empty illusions, neither born nor destroyed, and outsiders will not invade."

As the dark fire surged, one after another black "runes" silently covered Zongsuke's body, and the "noise" beside his ears dissipated.

"Remember... don't forget your true self, then there will be chaos."

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The shimmering light behind the clouds dispelled the night little by little.

On the rough sea, Araki Sousuke was still sitting in the air.

Countless transparent threads came from all directions and penetrated into his body.

"Ms. Araki... everyone's belief... have you received it?"

Under the gray torii, the little bird Yu Mayumi burst into tears, but still danced non-stop.

Behind her, Mai Hanyu and Ayano Mochizuki leaned on the torii pillar, unconscious.

As the silk thread representing "faith" poured in continuously, a black rune quietly appeared on Araki Sosuke's chest.

"I heard..."

He suddenly widened his eyes.

"I also saw..."

"Moon Wheel Jiuyao" spun wildly, then twisted and shattered silently.

Plenty of blood dripped from his left eye.

"Whether Araki Sousuke... Sousuke... I am me..."

More and more beliefs poured in, and one black rune after another continued to appear on Araki Sousuke.

"Don't forget the true self, then chaos will not be divided."

On his broad back, a vague Buddha shadow was vaguely outlined.

"As for you...no matter what it is...since you live in someone else's body...just give me some peace..."

The white light that froze on the side began to slowly shrink towards Araki Sosuke...

White light entered his body, and the runes that had been hard to condense on his body shattered again, and they reunited under the support of a steady stream of belief...

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

As the white light and the rune annihilated each other, Sousuke Araki seemed to be experiencing unparalleled pain, and let out a low growl like a beast.

"Isn't even everyone's belief... not enough?"

Seeing those black runes retreating in front of the white light, and the number dropped sharply, a look of despair flashed in Kotori Yumasumi's eyes.

She has been maintaining a high-intensity "Kagura" for a long time. She has long been unable to do what she wants, but she still maintains her vague consciousness and maintains an increasingly deformed dancing posture...

"What to do... we must find a way... to provide enough strength for Araki-sensei..."

Although the black Buddha in Araki Sosuke's body can turn grievances and karma into his own use, there is no place to replenish the huge loss right now.

Under the ebb and flow, as long as the white light swallows up the black runes again, all previous efforts will be in vain.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

At the same time, the sound of a roaring locomotive came from the direction of the beach.

"Warring States...Samurai?"

A dilapidated, single-wheeled white locomotive broke into Xiaotori Yumaumi's sight, which was swallowed up by the darkness bit by bit.

In the howling sea breeze, there was a strong smell of blood at some point.

A figure ~lightnovelpub.net~ condensed and twisted by blood plasma appeared in front of Sousuke Araki out of thin air.

The blood-colored figure raised his right hand, and swung it towards Sousuke Araki without haste...

The thick blood plasma dissipated in the white light, turned into a continuous stream of viscous black liquid, and poured into Araki Sosuke's body frantically!

"Yo, Sousuke..."

The blood was gone, revealing Higashino Kohei with a smile on his face...

"As promised, I'm here."

With a straight punch, he lightly tapped Araki Sosuke's chest, and a brilliant white light glowed.

"Live on, and together with this power, protect more people."

Densely dense black runes, like an explosion, appeared in every part of Araki Sousuke's body, wriggling like a colony of ants, forcing the overflowing white light into the body...

The majestic black Buddha with three heads and six arms rose suddenly from his back and descended over the deserted bay.

The bright red morning sun quietly rises from the sea level, burning the sky and the sea into a fiery red.

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(end of this chapter)