Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 571: The unlucky gambler has no good ending
Unfortunately, Han Yu really felt that the old Taoist wanted to tease him.

Two men play a trick where they take off one piece of clothing each time they lose. Is there anything wrong with that?
If I want to play, I will find a female cultivator, not an old man like you who likes to cheat.

In his opinion, it was obvious that Xiu was practicing what he preached and was deceiving people into entering the Tao through gambling.

He is definitely suspected of showing off, and I will never jump out and be slapped in the face by him.

Nor will the dog bark to give him a chance.

However, half an hour later.

"Take it off!"

The old Taoist rubbed his hands with great joy. What he was looking forward to was certainly not Han Yu's clothes, but the fact that he won again.

“Fall within six steps” was his new round of bet, and now he won again.

Naturally, he couldn't help but point at Han Yu and blurt out, "Fall within six steps."

Han Yu reluctantly took off his outer robe and tried his best to cooperate with the performance. In fact, it couldn't be called a performance. He was probably just giving up on himself and had no preparation. He took a few steps and waited to fall.

This was certainly not his own wish, but he had to do it.

Just half an hour ago, the old Taoist gave him two choices frankly.

Or you can leave after defeating him.

Either...

"You don't think I'm keeping you here for no reason, do you?"

"You have ruined my practice, so you must help me practice."

These were indeed the Taoist's original words, so this is why the Taoist held on to him tightly?

"He wants to use you to practice."

The spirit of the weapon obviously also saw something, especially from the content of the bet, from seven steps to six steps, this was obviously a gradual process.

"That means his words are followed by his deeds. He gambled it out step by step like this."

Han Yu was immediately astonished, especially when he thought that if he wanted to do what he said in various matters, then he would have to gamble and practice in everything.

"It is very likely."

The spirit of the weapon spoke in a firm tone.

What a crazy thing! Who the hell would want to fix something this complicated?

What's the difference between this and making yourself unhappy?

Although he couldn't see the spirit's expression in his sea of ​​consciousness, he could hear its tsk- ...

"It's different. Even if he falls down after taking a hundred or a thousand steps at the beginning, as long as he can persist and keep getting stronger, like now..."

"He can make you fall in six steps right now."

In the same way, if it were any other lethal bet, if it could be completed, then this old Taoist would be extremely powerful.

Han Yu imagined the scene where the other party could seriously injure or even kill him with just one sentence, and he couldn't help but feel horrified.

"So, no one in this world can do anything to him."

However, the spirit of the weapon overturned what he had just said because it was too exaggerated. If this were true, then his words would become reality and it would almost be equivalent to the way of heaven.

"There must be many restrictions. Not only is it difficult to practice, but there must be many obstacles. Things like annihilation will definitely not happen in his hands, or it is not so easy to practice."

There are many things like this, such as creating something out of nothing, violating the rules of nature, etc., which may prevent one from practicing.

"Come again, come again."

The old Taoist was urging him again. Han Yu glanced at his thin inner lining and couldn't help feeling disappointed.

Again?

If you come again, I will be naked!
"You can't refuse, so you can only convince yourself that you enjoy it."

The spirit of the weapon gloated.

Yes, Han Yu really couldn't refuse. He couldn't fight back, and he couldn't run away either.

The old Taoist can easily capture and kill him.

Just like he said, either you beat him or you can only practice with him.

"Give up on that idea! Betting is altruistic in itself. You can't win."

From several experiences, I have learned that once you start a bet, a force that constrains the outcome will emerge.

It is not only to create an environment for gambling, but also to make this bet go from being impossible to having only two options: success or failure.

Since it is his practice, the power of benefiting others may be greater. Simply put, his luck in the bet should be better than that of his opponent.

Han Yu listened to the words of the spirit of the weapon silently, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

If he talks about strength, he really has no way, but if he talks about luck, then he is really energetic. "Do you think that with my luck, can I influence him?"

Han Yu looked at the old Taoist with twinkling eyes.

Then the weapon spirit said in a bad tone, "You have shit luck."

In terms of luck, Han Yu is an illegal resident. Doesn’t he have any idea about this?

"I'm talking about my bad luck."

The sea of ​​consciousness was filled with Han Yu’s malicious laughter.

"how do you want to do it?"

The spirit of the weapon suddenly became curious, and Han Yu rubbed it like an old Taoist, smiling gently.

Don’t you all say that you are the God of Plague?
If you can't make yourself luckier, can't you make others unlucky as well?

"I want to teach him a lesson. Gamblers don't have a good ending!"

Han Yu thought so and did so.

He took two steps at a time, suddenly went forward and backward and pulled the Taoist's hands and started groping them up and down, causing the Taoist to get goose bumps all over his body. He looked at him with a very strange look.

"I'm telling you, this kind of thing is not popular here. People who do this kind of evil will be beaten to death here."

Han Yu pouted and let go of his hand, then stepped back, pulled his thin lining, and spoke.

"I bet."

At worst, if you lose, you can just take off your boots.

The old Taoist said without thinking.

"I bet you fall in five steps."

As long as they keep winning, the final result will definitely be very strong. The old Taoist feels comfortable just thinking about whoever he points at will fall to the ground immediately.

Everything that seems strange will become extraordinary when it reaches its extreme.

When Han Yu took another step, the mysterious power enveloped the two of them once again.

After taking the first step, Han Yu was fine.

The second step was taken, as steady as a rock.

When I took the third step, changes finally occurred.

The cheating force began to affect him, but it only moved for a moment and then inexplicably shrank back, as if it didn't want to help anymore.

In the fourth step, Han Yu’s body was steady.

Then comes the crucial step.

When taking this step, Han Yu still felt uneasy. God knows whether bad luck had played a role.

But when he really took his first step, nothing happened.

Snapped!
The sound of footsteps was very light, but it struck the old Taoist's heart.

His expression changed. Lost?

Han Yu's expression was indescribably wonderful, showing both relief and some resentment.

Thankfully, he won and he is free.

But the sad thing is that his identity as the plague god was confirmed by himself.

That really brings bad luck to people!

"Senior, say goodbye!"

Han Yu grinned from ear to ear, clasped his fists, and prepared to run away.

"Wait!"

The person hasn't even moved yet, but is stopped by a force?
Han Yu turned around with a bitter face, "Senior, are you going to break your promise?"

The Taoist's face turned slightly red, but soon returned to normal. He said in a resounding voice, "I only said that I would release you after you report the news. You just wait here for Mu Zili to come."

Han Yu was stunned for a moment, but it seemed as if someone had already mentioned this matter.

Then the Taoist priest said shamelessly, "Besides, you only won the right to wear clothes, not that you really won!"

Can you do this?

Han Yu was immediately defeated by Lao Dao's shamelessness.

It turns out that all gamblers are the same. They won’t let you leave if you lose.

"Let's continue betting. This time, I bet you'll fall down within four steps!"

(End of this chapter)