I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

"If you are greedy, then the calamity of greed will come naturally; if you are in love with lust, then the calamity of love will come naturally. When monks cultivate their minds, everything they experience is for the sake of transcendence. They cannot see through the mortal world and understand the immortal way."

The elegant man spoke very carefully. Judging from his image, he has almost nothing to do with the Heavenly Tribulation, but Chen Luo felt a familiar aura from him. This aura was exactly what he encountered when he rushed into the Tribulation Cloud and snatched Lei Wen from inside.

‘The thunder pattern that I snatched back then could not be his, right? ’

"Do you have a choice?"

The elegant man's eyes fell on Chen Luo again, and the seven small balls that flew out of his hand also floated in front of Chen Luo.

Seven balls, seven colors.

Represents seven kinds of calamities.

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"Just choose."

Chen Luo raised his hand and was about to choose the first small ball that represented 'happiness'. The moment his palm was about to touch the small ball, he stopped again. In his mind, he couldn't help but think of the long-lasting poem he had used in the tomb. The scene seen on Brother Qing’s futon.

The hatred of the forged sword.

There is also the sword technique that represents ‘hate’.

"It does."

The palm of the hand skipped the six small balls in front and landed on the last small ball representing hate.

This scene surprised the elegant man, and he couldn't help but look up at Chen Luo. After seeing that there was no change in the expression on his face, he waved his hand and put away the remaining six balls, and then said with a smile.

"Then start with 'hate'."

He raised his hand and wrote a big word "hate" on the table with the brush in his hand.

The small ball representing 'hate' suddenly flew out of his hand and landed on the calligraphy and painting. The two merged together, and the surrounding scene slowly blurred. A feeling of rising Qi came, and when Chen Luo focused his eyes again, he found that he had appeared in the clouds, and his body had become translucent.

Seven breaths of different colors flew out of his body, one of which merged with the flying word 'hate' and turned into a chess piece that fell into the hands of the elegant man.

"No regrets when you make a move."

He raised his hand, grabbed the chess piece and dropped it.

That year, there was a severe drought.

The meteor streaked across the sky and fell into the southwest.

Chen Luo looked over, and a strange feeling appeared in his heart. He subconsciously raised his hand and found that he also had an extra chess piece in his hand, a brand new 'white chess' with no 'hate' in it, only his 'Tao'.

‘It’s your turn. ’

The elegant man looked at Chen Luo.

The area between the two people did not know when there was a square table. The table was blank, and a black chess piece fell in the middle with four words next to it.

‘Disaster comes from heaven. ’

Chen Luo thought for a moment, picked up the white chess piece and dropped it next to the black piece.

‘Life should not be cut off. ’

Different words appeared next to the white chess piece.

The official road illuminated by the setting sun was particularly desolate, and the old carriage moved forward slowly. Chen Hen woke up from his deep sleep. He felt dizzy and the back of his head hurt, as if someone had hit him with a sap. The body was jolting constantly, and the sound of wooden wheels squeaking could be heard from time to time.

"Brother, are you awake?"

A voice of surprise came to my ears, and what came into view was a strange girl. The girl is about seventeen or eighteen years old, her face is full of concern, a little black hair is scattered, and her eyes of surprise hide the tiredness that cannot be concealed.

"water"

Chen Hen originally wanted to ask for some other news, but the words turned into one word when he reached his lips.

body instinct.

The body was extremely weak, so weak that it was difficult to even speak.

The girl immediately picked up the kettle next to her and carefully fed him a sip. The cold potion slid down the throat, which slightly relieved the symptoms, but the body was still extremely weak and could not even complete the simple action of sitting up.

"In front is the Ping An Inn, we will spend the night there tonight."

A man's voice came from outside, and the car curtain was opened, revealing the face of a middle-aged man. When this person saw the two people in the car, his eyes stayed for a moment, especially when he looked at his sister, he stayed for a little longer.

"Uncle Zhao, didn't you agree to settle down in Changlefang?"

Seeing the man's face, the expression on the girl's face changed slightly, but soon disappeared.

"It's dangerous at night, so we'd better stay at the inn first and wait until dawn tomorrow before rushing on."

The middle-aged man said words of advice, but his tone was unquestionable.

"Besides, you've seen the young master's condition. If I continue to drag it on, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on."

The girl originally wanted to say something else, but after hearing these words, she could only sigh and chose to agree.

The carriage moved on.

The girl's face was full of worry. Chen Hen originally wanted to say something to the girl, but his body was too weak and he fell asleep again. He didn't know how long it took before the feeling of thirst woke him up.

He found himself lying in a strange inn.

The girl and the coachman were gone.

Chen Hen struggled to get up, and an unprecedented feeling of weakness came to his heart.

My body felt like it was filled with lead. It was very difficult to even move. Just a few simple movements made my body feel like being pricked with needles, and it was so painful. The movement of raising his hand exhausted all his strength. At this moment, the sound of two people talking came from outside.

He remembered these two voices.

The female voice was the girl who had saved him before, and was the sister of this body. The other person was the coachman who had driven the car before, and was the housekeeper.

"Miss, I'm sorry."

"Uncle Zhao, I really didn't expect that even you would betray our Chen family."

". I have a family too."

After a moment of silence, neither of them spoke again.

Bang!

The body that was moving with difficulty hit the teapot on the table. The shaking teapot fell, rolled off the table, and hit the ground with a crisp sound. Broken porcelain pieces flew everywhere, and scattered tea flowed all over the floor.

Squeak!

The door was pushed open, and the girl and the housekeeper rushed in at the same time. The girl's face was full of anxiety, and the housekeeper's face was full of disgust.

"Little brother! How did you get up? Are you okay?"

The girl hurriedly helped Chen Hen who had fallen to the side of the table leg.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back and rest first. I have to travel tomorrow morning." The housekeeper glanced at the two of them, and then retreated, without any intention of helping.

The girl took great effort to help Chen Hen back to the bed, then picked up the medicine gourd on her body and fed Chen Hen another mouthful. This time Chen Hen drank it out. The gourd contained medicine. The cold and sweet medicine could relieve his symptoms.

"I'm fine."

Chen Hen spoke with difficulty. He remembered his previous experience and the great changes that had taken place in his family.

He was the eldest son of the Chen family, and his father was a famous martial artist. His sister was named Chen Yuan, who was two years older than him, and he had a gentle and virtuous mother. The family was happy and there was no need to worry about life.

Until three months ago.

Ma Kun, his father's junior brother, fled to his home. Out of the morality of the rivers and lakes, his father Chen Zhenghe took Ma Kun in and helped him find a doctor.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with all this. It was common for the rivers and lakes to help in emergencies, not to mention that the person being rescued was a junior brother from the same school.

But no one expected that the troubles on Ma Kun were far beyond imagination. He had an affair with the wife of the leader of the Demon Sect and stole the Demon Relic, the treasure of the Demon Sect, which attracted the pursuit of all the masters of the Demon Sect. After escaping to the Chen family, Ma Kun stayed for only one night and left without saying goodbye the next day. Two days later, the news spread outside.

The Southwest hero Chen Zhenghe stole the Demon Relic and the Demon Sect Holy Scripture from Ma Kun.

No one believed the rumor at first, until Ma Kun personally showed up to explain the matter, so the Chen family, which had been out of the matter, was immediately drawn into the vortex.

Jianghu people never talk about evidence when doing things, they will take action as long as they suspect.

One night three days ago, the masters of the Demon Sect invaded the Chen family.

That night, the blood moon was high.

The brother and sister escaped under the desperate protection of their mother. Chen Hen was hit by the heart-eating palm of the black-hearted old man during the escape, which led to his current fate.

". Have a good rest, remember to call me if you have anything, and don't be stubborn."

The concerned voice of sister Chen Yuan came to my ears.

Chen Hen nodded woodenly. He had figured out the current situation. He stared at the roof woodenly, his mind was empty, and he vaguely felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember what it was.

He fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day. He was still in the shaking carriage, but the difference was that the driver had changed.

Chen Yuan sat in the front and drove the carriage. Her skills were very unfamiliar, and it was obvious that she had just learned it not long ago. This sister, who had only learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood, took on the responsibility of taking care of her younger brother Chen Hen. Chen Hen struggled to sit up, his body was still burning and painful, and his whole body was soft. The palm of the black-hearted old man cut off his meridians, making him extremely weak.

"Awake?"

Hearing the movement behind, Chen Yuan hurriedly stopped the carriage, took the gourd from her waist and fed Chen Hen another mouthful of medicine.

"Where is this place? Where is Zhao Kun?"

After drinking the medicine, the soreness and weakness dissipated a lot. Although he couldn't move freely, he could speak. Chen Hen glanced at his sister Chen Yuan's scarred hands, and his heart was full of self-blame. These rough jobs were originally done by him, but unfortunately he was severely injured. Now, let alone driving, he can't even move freely.

"This is Beiyue Country. Uncle Zhao has something to do at home, so I'll go back first."

Chen Yuan said simply, and then skipped the topic. After comforting her younger brother, she returned to the front seat and continued to drive on the road.

Chen Hen lay in the middle of the carriage, feeling uneasy.

In the sky.

The elegant man raised his hand again, and another ray of calamity appeared in his hand, forming a circle of black vortex around the black chess piece. A ray of "hate and desire" flew out of Chen Luo's body again, and the breath merged with the black chess piece, and the vortex disappeared.

With a "click", the chess piece fell on it again.

The second piece.

The hatred is hard to disappear. (End of this chapter)