Chapter 492 Yin and Yang are tired of books, yearning for a new world

Facing the old man's words, Chen Changsheng remained calm from beginning to end.

"I've heard all your stories. If I were you, I might do the same thing."

"In addition, I am very curious about the new world you are talking about. Can you describe it to me?"

Hearing this, the old man thought for a moment and spoke slowly.

"There is actually not much difference between the new world and our world."

"If we insist on a difference in terms of conditions, it would be that there is no reincarnation in the new world, but there is reincarnation in our world."

"Other than these differences in conditions, the atmosphere in the New World is completely different from ours."

"That world was orderly and full of vitality."

"Looking back at our world, there are only intrigues and dirty fights. Such a world..."

"I have a question."

Chen Changsheng interrupted the old man and said, "Where there are people, there will be disputes."

"No matter how good the new world is, it can't be without some disputes."

"Since there is a dispute, there will naturally be intrigues and unscrupulous means."

Facing Chen Changsheng's words, the old man shook his head vigorously and said: "It's different!"

"In the disputes in the new world, the monks still retain some sense."

"But once there is a dispute in our world, everyone will become a group of lunatics, a group of lunatics who are desperate for their lives."

"It is precisely because of this kind of uncontrolled killing that our world looks so dilapidated."

With that said, the old man struggled to get up from the bed, and then knelt down in front of Chen Changsheng.

"Senior, although I don't know your origins, I believe you can bring Yusheng out of the sea of ​​suffering."

"As long as senior is willing to lend a helping hand, I am willing to make another fortune for senior."

Looking at the old man in front of him, Chen Changsheng helped him up.

"I remember everything you said. I have many thoughts about this, but I can't express them."

"When I get my memory back, I will definitely tell you what is on my mind."

"As for your grandson's matter, I will try to resolve it."

Seeing Chen Chang's agreement, the old man said excitedly: "Thank you, senior, I will make a prediction right now."

"No need," Chen Changsheng waved his hand to reject the old man and said, "The hexagram is for the destined person."

"You gave me a hexagram and completed my name. I accepted this good fate."

"However, fate cannot be forced. If you risk your life to revive this second hexagram, our relationship may not be a good one."

After hearing Chen Changsheng's words, the old man glanced at Yusheng outside the room, and then said.

"Thank you, senior, for waking me up. I understand."

"Just understand, let's get down to business."

"Do you know the origin of this book?"

Chen Changsheng took out a strange-looking book from his arms. There was a depression the size of a copper coin in the center of the cover of the book.

When he saw this book, the old man's eyes widened immediately and he said, "Yin and Yang hate books!"

"Yin Yang hates books?"

"What is this."

Facing Chen Changsheng's doubts, the old man calmed down his excitement and said: "There are many great ways in the world, but the way of being tired of winning is the most difficult to guard against."

"However, no matter how the world's aversion to victory changes, it can never escape the scope of this book."

"Because this book is the general outline of the way to be tired of winning!"

"So that's it. It looks like I have to take some time to learn."

With that said, Chen Changsheng took the Book of Weisheng away from the old man's hand without leaving any trace.

Seeing this, the old man hesitated and said.

"What seniors have to do, naturally it's not the old man's turn to talk about it."

"But senior has lost his memory now, so I still want to say a few more words."

"Even in this world, the art of hating victory is the evil way among evil ways. Seniors, you must be careful."

Hearing this, Chen Changsheng raised his brows and said, "What do you mean? Could it be that the victory-wearing technique can only be used to do bad things, not good things?"

"Of course not. There is never any distinction between good and evil in martial arts. What distinguishes between good and evil is the creature that uses it."

"But every step of the road to victory is dancing on the tip of a knife. If you are not careful, you will be shattered into pieces."

"Tsk tsk!"

"Now that you say that, I'm even more curious. How dangerous is this victory-wearing technique?"

Facing Chen Changsheng's inquiry, the old man said: "There are three dangers in the technique of hating victory."

"First, the technique of hating victory does not require high strength from the person who is hating the enemy. As long as a suitable counterweight is found, it can be used immediately."

"Because of the unique method and explosive power of the Wean Sheng Technique, those who are under the Wean can often defeat the strong with the weak."

"If this continues, it will inevitably give rise to some arrogance. With arrogance, it is easy for the iron halberd to sink into the sand."

"Second, there is a corresponding price to pay for using the victory-abhorring technique, especially some powerful victory-abhorring techniques, which basically come at the cost of lifespan."

As he spoke, the old man paused, looked at Chen Changsheng and said.

"The first two dangers are not a big trouble for the monks."

"The real danger is the third one, which can never be broken."

"This is a bit exaggerated. Is there anything in the world that cannot be cracked?"

"A single victory-absence technique can naturally be cracked, but what if we face endless victory-abuse techniques?"

"When the victory-wearing technique is cracked, those who are disgusted with it will suffer backlash. If you want to eliminate the backlash, you must use a stronger victory-wearing technique to fight back."

"The two of them are fighting each other, and they won't stop until one of them is completely dead."

"The stronger the victory-wearing technique used, the more lifespan is consumed. In the end, no matter who loses or wins, there will be no good ending."

"This is the reason why the art of aversion to victory is not favored by monks."

After listening, Chen Changsheng smacked his lips and said, "From what you said, this thing does seem to be a bit evil."

"Every rule and restriction pushes the practitioner toward death. It is indeed difficult for such an extreme method to end well."

"But why can't I open this book about Sheng Sheng? Is it because I'm not strong enough?"

"To open the Book of Exhaustion, you need the original key of the Book of Excession."

"Do you know where the key is?"

"I have only heard rumors about Yan Shengshu. The seniors don't know where the key is, so how could I know."

"That's right. It's better to wait until I get my memory back to open the Book of Exhaustion."

"Besides, I'm about to leave, and I don't know where the end point is anyway. Why don't you recommend a place?"

Hearing this, the old man immediately took out a token from his arms and handed it to Chen Changsheng and said.

"Senior is in a special situation now. If you don't have the ability to protect yourself, it will be impossible."

"I studied Taoism at Longhu Mountain. If you are interested, senior, you can go and stay there for a while."

"As for my grandson, let him follow the senior and serve tea and water."

"Okay, then I will go to Longhu Mountain to stay for a while."

"Aren't you going with us?"

"No."

"Back then, I used various means to snatch away the life of that drought demon, and she was resentful towards me."

"If I leave here and let her body and soul become one, then the world will be in catastrophe."

Hearing the word Hanba, Chen Changsheng immediately started thinking hard.

"I seem to have encountered this kind of thing before, but the one I encountered had a three-letter name."

"I can't remember what it's called specifically, it's so annoying."

The old man:? ? ?

Among the zombies, the only one with a three-letter name is the legendary one who does not turn into bones.

Is that what you encountered?

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