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The statement in the lottery is clear enough.

An inexplicable feeling of depression surged in his heart, and Uesugi Kiyoshi suddenly felt a surge of anger in his mind that came from nowhere.

His smile became more arrogant and cold.

Addressing Ikkyu Yoshiya, Uesugi Kiyoshi raised his voice slightly.

"Master, do you believe in fate?"

The old monk nodded slightly but said nothing.

Uesugi Kiyoshi took the two wooden sticks and held them in his hand.

"Then Master, you say, this is my destiny?"

The old monk still nodded silently.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's smile turned into one of disdain.

"Master, look, where are these two lots?"

Without waiting for Ikkyu Yoshiya to speak, Uesugi Kiyoshi asked and answered his own questions.

"It's in my hand!"

Before he finished speaking, he clenched his fist.

Under the dual effects of strength and sword energy, the wooden stick turned into dust with Buddha's light.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's smile was brilliant, but his eyes were deep and distant.

The old monk was stunned, but there was a smile of appreciation on the corner of his mouth.

"My destiny is in my hands."

"I recognize it as my destiny."

“I don’t approve of it, it’s just”

"Crushed to powder!"

Chapter 357 Questioning

No sadness, no joy, no surprise, no anger.

The old monk lowered his gray eyebrows, hiding the barely perceptible admiration in his eyes, and sighed softly.

"good."

Seeing his behavior, Uesugi Kiyoshi felt a little embarrassed.

Putting aside other things, the old monk gave himself a lot as soon as they met. Although his motives were not pure, his attitude was gentle and his eyes were kind. It was actually himself who was being treated kindly, because the lot that just seemed to force him to make a choice seemed a bit overbearing and not like a good person. He even crushed the other person's lot, like a bandit.

There is no justification for doing this.

So, he subconsciously wanted to explain.

"Master, I don't believe in fate."

His eyes were sincere and earnest, and his tone gradually slowed down.

"But I believe in fate."

"Everyone's background is different. Some people are born at a height that others can never reach in their lifetime. This is very common."

"This is fate, it's innate, there's nothing we can do about it."

"But, fate is determined by heaven, and luck is in my hands!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi raised his head slightly, looked at the sky above his head, and his gaze gradually became distant.

He seemed to be talking to himself, or just complaining.

"If you come from a poor family, you should study hard. If you can get into the University of Tokyo and graduate and enter the society, how can you be worse than those children from middle-class families?"

"The ghosts and gods are watching us closely, so why not practice sword skills and fight to the death? It's better than just waiting to die, right?"

"There is a gap, it doesn't matter."

“If you set a goal, you can catch up.”

"When others are playing, you have to work hard; when others are resting, you have to work hard; when others are wantonly spending their youth and leaving beautiful memories, you still have to work hard."

"You won't get a response from praying to the gods, but your hard work will not be in vain."

"You can only decide the trajectory of your life by yourself, not the gods and Buddhas!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi slowly clenched his fists, as if he wanted to grab something.

His eyes were filled with blazing determination.

In the memories of three lifetimes, he has always been this kind of person.

Even if Minamoto Kiyomasa drew a good lot, he never slacked off. Even if Uesugi Kiyoshi drew a bad lot, he gave it his all.

Otherwise, in this dangerous world, he might not be able to survive until the Hundred Demons Scroll awakens.

No one in this world succeeds by accident.

Some people become famous overnight, but who knows the efforts they made and the pain they endured before that night?

Uesugi Kiyoshi gradually came back to his senses and came out of his agitated state.

This old monk has a strange temperament that makes it difficult for people to be on guard against him, and it is also easy for people to tell him their true thoughts.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was a little frightened, but he didn't react very violently.

What he just said were all his inner thoughts, nothing that he couldn't show to others.

Of course, Ikkyu Yoshiya would not be surprised that Uesugi Kiyoshi crushed his wooden stick. It was not a valuable thing and a monk did not care about his possessions.

He was just a little emotional.

Talent and aptitude are things that a person is born with, and to be honest, they are not uncommon.

However, this kind of fiery fighting spirit is rare in young people of this age.

Uesugi Qing seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He restrained all his arrogance and a gentle smile appeared on his face again.

"Master, I'm sorry for damaging your things. I will compensate you."

Ikkyu Yoshiya shook his head silently, his eyes extremely complicated.

"No need, it's not worth anything."

"Little layman, I have lived a long life and have seen countless young people with amazing talents. There are many people with lofty ambitions, but most of them..."

"No matter what, you still have to know how to be respectful."

Uesugi Kiyoshi did not refute, but just smiled casually and did not take the words to heart.

He is not a person who does not have reverence in his heart. For example, he has reverence for his mentor.

But if he is asked to fear God, heaven, or fate.

That's a fool's dream.

Having spent enough time here, Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't want to waste any more time.

Judging from the actions of this old monk just now, he is definitely a "big shot" in Daitoku-ji Temple. If that's the case, then it would be better to be frank with him.

Uesugi Kiyoshi does not believe in physiognomy, but believes in his own feelings. Having awakened some of the power of the Lord of a Hundred Demons, he is extremely sensitive to "good" and "evil".

After all, the prayer words of the Lord of a Hundred Demons contain the implication of "punishing the wicked and eliminating evil."

The old monk in front of me is definitely a good person.

In that case, let's be open and honest.

Uesugi Kiyoshi sorted out his thoughts and lowered his voice by three points.

"Master, I will keep your kind words in mind."

"Master, you can recognize the sword I carry. I also know that Master's Buddhist teachings are profound. This time, I came here not only to see the majestic appearance of Daitoku-ji Temple, but also for another important matter. I came here to find out the truth."

Staring at the old monk's somewhat turbid eyes, Uesugi Kiyoshi slowed down his tone.

"When I first came to Kyoto, I wanted to seek justice for several of my subordinates who died in vain. During the investigation, I encountered an evil monk who set up a formation to absorb the negative emotions of mortals to nourish his own cultivation. I killed him and wanted to follow the clues to find out who was behind it, but I never thought..."

"That evil monk is called Mingkong. Master, do you have any impression of him?"

Ikkyu Yoshiya suddenly raised his eyes, and there was a golden light flashing in his eyes for a moment, but it disappeared in a flash.

His lips moved a few times, but he didn't say anything. He just murmured the Buddhist name and shook his head continuously.

Uesugi Kiyoshi thought he didn't believe it, shrugged, took out his phone and clicked on a video.

The Collection Association is a very rigorous organization. They will preserve video footage of any related supernatural disaster suppression activities.

Now the association also has the full set of footage of Uesugi Kiyoshi breaking into the Touwen Association and confronting the gods. It is no exaggeration to say that after editing and releasing it, the effect will far surpass those special effects blockbusters.

They were all captured by the association’s “law enforcement recorder”.

The images on the phone were obscene and disgusting. The smell of blood seemed to seep through the screen. Monk Mingkong had a dehumanizing face and every word he said was explicit.

Ikkyu Yoshiya watched silently, the rosary in his hand turning rapidly, and he was already chanting scriptures for the salvation of the dead souls in a low voice.

The video was very short, it was an edited version. After playing it, Uesugi Kiyoshi took back his phone.

He tapped his fingers on the wooden table top and continued his questioning.

"Buddhism talks about cause and effect, and this matter's cause and effect is like this."

"I think the master should know something, right?"

Ikkyu Yoshiya finished reciting a passage of scripture before he looked up.

His eyes were a little dim, but he finally spoke.

"It's time and fate. Mingkong can't escape it after all."

"This child used to be a good kid. His former master and I were close friends. I have met him several times. He is smart, sensible, and understands Buddhism. He is a good seedling."

"Unfortunately, my good friend provoked a being he couldn't afford to offend. He was invaded by evil thoughts and sank to death."

"In the beginning, Mingkong was the only one alive in the entire temple. Later, Mingkong was entrusted to another abbot for adoption. Not long after, the abbot also suffered from a disaster caused by ghosts and gods, and the entire family was wiped out."