Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

The divination slip is quite clear.

A nameless frustration surged within him, and Uesugi Kiyoshi suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable anger rising in his mind.

His smile became more arrogant and cold.

Uesugi Kiyoshi raised his voice slightly when addressing Ikkyu Yoshiya.

"Does the master believe in fate?"

The old monk nodded slightly but did not speak.

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

"Master, tell me, is this my destiny?"

The old monk remained silent and nodded.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's smile turned somewhat disdainful.

"Master, look, these two fortune sticks are over there?"

Before Ikkyu Yoshiya could speak, Uesugi Kiyoshi answered his own question.

"It's in my hands!"

Before he could finish speaking, he clenched his fist.

Under the combined influence of power and sword energy, the wooden talisman, imbued with Buddhist light, turned into dust.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's smile was radiant, but his eyes were deep and unfathomable.

The old monk stared in disbelief, but a hint of admiration played on his lips.

"My destiny is in my own hands."

"My destiny is to accept it."

"I don't agree with it; it's just..."

"Powder!"

Chapter 357 Questioning

Without sorrow or joy, without surprise or anger.

The old monk lowered his white eyebrows, completely concealing the barely perceptible admiration in his eyes, and sighed softly.

"good."

His behavior made Uesugi Kiyoshi feel a little embarrassed.

Putting everything else aside, the old monk gave him a fortune slip as soon as they met. Although his motives were impure, his attitude was kind and benevolent. On the contrary, he himself seemed a bit domineering and not like a good person because of the fortune slip he had just received, and he even crushed the fortune slip, acting like a bandit.

This is simply unacceptable.

So, he instinctively wanted to explain.

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

His gaze was sincere and earnest, and his tone gradually softened.

"But I believe in fate."

"Everyone comes from a different background. Some people are born at a height that others can never reach in their entire lives. This is very common."

"It's fate, it's innate, there's nothing you can do about it."

"But fate is determined by heaven, while destiny is in our own hands!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi raised his head slightly, looking up at the sky above, his gaze gradually drifting into the distance.

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

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

"Since ghosts and gods are watching us like tigers, then let's practice swordsmanship and fight to the death. It's better than waiting to die helplessly, isn't it?"

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

"Set a goal, and you can catch up."

"While others are playing, you should work hard; while others are resting, you should work hard; while others are freely enjoying their youth and creating beautiful memories, you should still work hard."

"Praying to gods and asking for divination will not bring any response, but your own hard work will not be in vain."

"Only you can determine the trajectory of your life, not a multitude of gods and Buddhas!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi slowly clenched his fist, as if trying to grasp something.

His eyes were filled with a burning, unwavering determination.

In his memories of all three lifetimes, he was always this kind of person.

Even when Minamoto no Kiyomasa drew a good lot, he didn't slack off; when Uesugi Kiyoshi drew a bad lot, he went all out.

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

No one's success in this world is accidental.

Some people become famous overnight, but who knows the effort they put in and the hardships they endured before that night?

Uesugi Kiyoshi gradually came to his senses and snapped out of his excited state.

This old monk had a strange aura that made it hard for people to be wary of him, and also made it easy for them to confide their true thoughts.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was somewhat startled, but he didn't react violently.

What he just said were his inner thoughts; there was nothing to hide.

Ikkyu Yoshiya certainly wouldn't mind if Uesugi Kiyoshi crushed his wooden stick; it wasn't anything valuable, just an external possession, something a monk wouldn't care about.

He was just somewhat sentimental.

Talent and aptitude are things a person is born with, and frankly, they are not uncommon.

However, this kind of fiery fighting spirit is truly rare among teenagers of this age.

Uesugi Kiyoshi seemed to awaken from a dream, his imposing aura completely subsided, and a gentle smile returned to his face.

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

Yoshiya Ikkyu silently shook his head, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"No need, it's nothing valuable."

"Young layman, I have lived a long life and have seen countless brilliant young people, many of whom have ambitions that soar to the heavens, but most of them..."

"No matter what, we must still know how to be respectful."

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't refute, he just smiled casually and didn't take it to heart.

He is not a person without reverence; for example, he reveres his mentor.

But if you make him revere the gods, the heavens, or fate.

That's wishful thinking.

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

Judging from the old monk's methods, he must be a "big shot" in this Daitoku-ji Temple. In that case, let's be frank.

Uesugi Kiyoshi doesn't believe in physiognomy, but he trusts his own feelings. Having awakened a portion of the divine power of the Lord of a Hundred Demons, he is extremely sensitive to "good" and "evil".

After all, the prayer of the Lord of a Hundred Demons contains the meaning of "punishing evil and eliminating wickedness".

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

Since that's the case, let's be open and honest.

Uesugi Kiyoshi gathered his thoughts and lowered his voice by three-tenths.

“I will keep your wise words in mind.”

“Master, you can recognize the sword I carry. I also know that you are proficient in Buddhism. I have come here not only to admire the solemn appearance of Daitoku-ji Temple, but also to investigate another important matter.”

Gazing into the old monk's somewhat cloudy eyes, Uesugi Kiyoshi softened his tone.

"When I first came to Kyoto, I originally wanted to seek justice for several of my subordinates who died unjustly. 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 without hesitation, intending to follow the clues and find out who was behind it all, but I never expected..."

"That wicked monk is called Mingkong, does the master remember him?"

Yoshiya Ikkyu suddenly raised his eyes, a flash of golden light appearing in them for a moment, but it vanished in an instant.

His lips moved a few times, but he didn't speak. He just murmured a Buddhist chant and kept shaking his head.

Uesugi Kiyoshi, still thinking he didn't believe him, shrugged, took out his phone, and opened a video.

The Collectors Association is a very rigorous organization; they preserve video and photographic records of any related supernatural disaster suppression activities.

The association still has the complete footage of Uesugi Kiyotaka storming into the Dongwen Association and confronting the gods. It's no exaggeration to say that if it were edited and released, the effect would completely 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 stench of blood seemed to emanate from the screen. The monk Mingkong's inhuman face and his words were utterly explicit.

Yoshiya Ikkyu watched silently, his prayer beads spinning rapidly in his hand, while he began to chant scriptures in a low voice to help the souls of the dead find peace.

The video was short and edited; after Uesugi Kiyoshi finished playing it, he put his phone away.

He tapped the wooden tabletop with his finger and continued to press for answers.

"Buddhism teaches cause and effect, and this is how cause and effect work in this case."

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

Ikkyu Yoshiya finished reciting a passage of scripture before finally raising his head.

His eyes were somewhat dim, but he finally spoke.

"It's all about timing and fate. Mingkong can't escape it in the end."

“This child used to be a good child. I was a close friend of his former master and had met him a few times. He was intelligent, sensible, and understood Buddhism. He was a promising talent.”

"Unfortunately, my friend provoked an existence he couldn't afford to offend. He was corrupted by evil thoughts and died a tragic death."

“In the beginning, only Mingkong survived in the entire temple. Later, Mingkong was entrusted to another temple owner for adoption. Not long after, the temple also suffered a calamity from ghosts and gods, and the entire family was wiped out.”