I have heard some stories about the connection of fate, and some foreign surveys about twins have found that two people have been adopted separately since childhood, but whether it is school, love and work, what time to do things, what type of partner to choose, there are striking similarities, and some even had car accidents and died at the same time.

This phenomenon is called the Destiny Twins by Western occultism, and Gemini, one of the 12 zodiac signs in the West, has a similar legend, but it has been interpreted as something like a dual personality in modern times.

The fates of two people are connected and tied together, and I can understand that two people will encounter the same thing, it's very simple. But it's tied to the fate of the demon god. What's going on?

You must know that the demon god has not yet been resurrected, his body has been cut into seven pieces, and he has been suppressed and sealed by the seven major families.

I'm a big living person, and I've not been killed at all. Not to mention that the body was divided, how could it be connected to the fate of the demon god? If this connected fate is something that will happen in the future, then it is not right, the demon god will eventually be resurrected, and if he is resurrected, what will be my fate?

Obvious. I am the body chosen by the demon god, once he is resurrected, he will occupy my body, how can this be fate, it is clear that his fate will swallow my fate.

Thinking about this, I wanted to ask him again, but he had already started talking to the other eight masters in Tibetan, so I could only follow silently, looking for an opportunity to speak.

I haven't seen the true face of the nine-story demon tower yet, but I have seen the wall around it, and now it has become a tourist attraction, and it has been fenced off to sell tickets to make money.

In fact, the people who come here are all young people from the mainland, and there are not many people, after all, places like the Potala Palace are the real tourist destinations, and the nine-story demon tower, which is full of fantasy tourist attractions, is only some young people who are interested in it.

We bought tickets and entered the wall, and I saw that Master Chebo finally stopped talking to the other eight masters, and hurriedly asked the question in my heart: "Master, you said that my fate is connected with that powerful being, what kind of connection is it, how can I have the same fate as him?" ”

Master Chebo turned his head to look at me and said with a smile that seemed to be a smile on his face: "Your fate has been controlled by that powerful existence, and the hardships and dangers encountered by ordinary people, and the hardships that are vital to your life, will not become real shackles in front of you, because your fate has surpassed ordinary people. ”

I immediately understood, this translation is very simple, that is, I am a person who is predestined by the demon god, and other demons and monsters who want my life, want to occupy my body or something, basically have to stand aside.

Because of this, Master Chebo told me before that I could follow him into the Nine-Story Demon Tower with peace of mind, and I didn't have to worry about what would go wrong, because the demons here couldn't hurt me at all.

In other words, even if they can hurt me, it will be in danger, because I am the chosen body of the demon god, and I am destined not to be taken away by them.

I couldn't help but smile wryly, is this a good thing or a bad thing? I don't have to worry about hanging up?

According to this, if you are in danger and die desperately in the future, there will be no problems? But is that really the case? All the Demon God needs is my body, in case I really kill myself, the Demon God seems to be the same as using the remnant soul to control my body like he did with Ji Ling.

If it really comes to that point. That's really no place to cry, so I'd better be honest, don't think about playing with any heartbeat, and don't die, after all, if you don't die, you won't die.

What's more, this time I entered the nine-story demon tower, I came to find Ji Ling, not to subdue demons and eliminate demons, taking Ji Ling out and finding a way to exorcise the remnant soul of the demon god in his body is the purpose of my trip.

Thinking of this, I took a deep breath, shook my head vigorously, expelled all the distractions in my mind, and followed Master Chebo and his party inside.

But as soon as I took two steps and looked at the tourists coming and going, I couldn't help but have another question: "Master, we entered the Nine-Story Demon Tower like this, what should these tourists do?" Wait, if we fight the demons, will it affect them? ”

I'm not a, but I'm not a cold-blooded and ruthless person, and this kind of thing is obviously avoidable. Just talk to the tourist attraction management and let them evacuate the tourists, at most it will be a little troublesome, and the casualties can be avoided, why let it happen?

Unexpectedly, Master Chebo shook his head and said, "It's okay." Our battle will not affect them, the nine-story demon tower is not what you think, and the place we are going to enter looks the same as these tourists, but in fact it is completely different. ”

"What's the difference?" I asked.

"Don't worry, you'll know when you get there."

I've found out. These elderly people, all of whom are old children, like to sell guanzi, like to have some fun when they have nothing to do, and when they encounter this situation, they can only wait silently. It's really hard to get the truth out of their mouths.

The Nine-Story Demon Tower is one of the most humble tourist attractions I've ever seen. This is a completely unexcavated ancient tomb, except for the excavations and some burial chambers, basically nothing can be seen.

And. Even these ravines and burial chambers have been sealed, with a roof on top and a fence around them, so that visitors can only look inside around the fence, and they can't even see any burial goods. If it weren't for the name of the nine-story demon tower, you would have said that this was a foundation pit dug by a construction team, and some people would believe it.

So, most of the tourists come here, take a look around, and leave. Because it's really nothing to see, as for the historical introductions hanging on the nearby fence, most of them are legends that have not been verified by history, and it's okay to read the story, but if it's serious, it's going to be laughable and generous.

"Isn't it disappointing?" Master Chebo asked.

"Sort of. I thought it was a majestic building. "I couldn't help but complain, this kind of tourist attractions are everywhere in the country, and the promotional pictures are extremely beautiful, and when you arrive at the scene, you will find that any beautiful scenery is fake.

"The Nine-Story Demon Tower is indeed majestic, but you need to go deep into it to know. This is just a façade. Master Chebo said meaningfully.

How to go deep into it? Could it be that we have to climb into the fence and dig into the dirt?

I've heard Master Chebo say that the nine-story demon tower is built upside down, deep underground, which is somewhat similar to the inverted pyramid of Anubis, the god of death, in Egyptian legends, but how do we enter?

Just as I was thinking about it, Master Chebo suddenly raised the prayer wheel in his hand and recited the scriptures as he turned. The other eight masters and their disciples did the same, turning the prayer wheel and reciting the scriptures in unison.

At first, the movements of the nine masters and their disciples were still slightly chaotic, but after a short moment, their movements began to become consistent. Even the speed and direction of the ball swinging on the prayer wheel are exactly the same.

Dozens of Tibetan scriptures recited by dozens of people gathered together, and their voices became extremely loud, coupled with their uniform movements, so that this originally desolate tourist attraction suddenly had a sense of divine majesty.

I followed behind Master Chebo. I couldn't help but walk along with the other people's movements, the only difference was that I didn't have a prayer wheel, and I couldn't recite the Tibetan scriptures.

I turned my head to look into the distance, trying to see how the other tourists reacted, after all, dozens of people moved in unison, and there was such a loud chanting. It's sure to catch the attention of other tourists.

But to my surprise, the few tourists who stayed at the site did not even glance at us, as if they did not notice us at all, and even more so as if they could not hear the chanting here.

What's going on?

I was suspicious, but my legs seemed uncontrollable, and I walked around the grave in the footsteps of Master Chepo.

Faintly, I felt that there was a wonderful force enveloping our group, and under the influence of this force, there was a strange impulse in my chest, as if a voice wanted to be released from my chest.

What's wrong with me? Where does this power come from? Before I could figure it out, I felt a strange itch in my throat, so I couldn't help but open my mouth to cough, but my mouth opened and it was not a coughing sound, but a series of Tibetan scriptures.

The Tibetan scriptures are the same as the scriptures that Chempo recited to them. The voices came together, and I felt the wonderful power become clearer and more powerful, and then everything I saw before my eyes began to change.

The sky was originally blue, but it became cloudy. It felt like it was getting dark, and the sky seemed to be getting lower, as if a huge lid was about to fall and smash us into the ground.

As the black sky became lower and lower, the golden light on Master Chebo's body became brighter and brighter.

I watched the vision in front of me with trepidation, but my body continued uncontrollably, and my mouth was still uncontrollably reciting the scriptures.

When the black sky completely fell, I suddenly realized that our group had entered a strange space at some point, surrounded by darkness and full of fishy smell, and the light on Master Chebo and their bodies had also converged, and it was impossible to see where the people were.

Just when I was terrified in my heart, the voice of Master Chebo suddenly came to my ears: "Alright, here we are. ”

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