There's something wrong with me

Chapter 239: Fitting Destiny and the ‘Great Dao’

About five seconds later.

The feeling of enlightenment gradually faded.

Vision returned to normal, but the effect of the Karmic Rune did not disappear; he could still see the luck and good and evil of everyone in his sight.

Zhang Feng glanced around, not lingering, but walked through the crowd and followed the Grand Thief ahead.

Looking over.

Zhang Feng saw that his luck was very strange.

It generally presented a changing cloud-and-smoke sensation, somewhat erratic.

Unlike others, who mostly maintained one form, it did not have the peculiar characteristic of being sometimes large and sometimes small.

If he didn't quite understand it, he would ignore it for now.

At the same time, Zhang Feng looked at his karma and saw that his 'evil of blood qi' was far greater than the 'good of white smoke clouds'.

But interestingly, good and evil could coexist.

Including everyone he met along the way, good and evil coexisted.

There was no pure evil, nor pure good.

However, in subtle ways, the dominant side would slowly erode the weaker side.

For example, the Grand Thief, if his evil were assigned a numerical value, it would be '3'.

This 3 represented all the evil he had done in the past.

His good was '0.1', which should be the result of his good deed just now.

And as time passed, this 3 would slowly subtract 0.1.

In at most five days, he would have a pure evil value of '2.9'.

Looking at it this way.

Zhang Feng suddenly had an idea: if he continued to do evil deeds in the future, it would be more because his evil value was too high, and his character was affected.

That is, once he broke outside the rules, it would be 'a leopard cannot change its spots'.

Of course, people are more often changing, so this is not absolute.

But one interesting point is that 'good and evil' in this world do not affect one's own luck.

Just like at this moment.

Zhang Feng saw a luxuriously dressed young master pass by.

His evil was 2.7, his good was 0.9, but his luck was a full 2, forming the shape of a slender small snake.

The luck of a normal person, however, was generally 1.

Zhang Feng observed many people and found that the luck of ordinary folk was around 0.8~1.2, with myriad forms, including pigs, cattle, sheep, scenic landscapes, and so on.

But they were all very small and not very concrete.

Beggars nearby had luck between 0.3~0.6, and their forms also varied.

Those with disabilities had 0.2, and their luck was only in the simple shape of 'azure white clouds'.

At the same time.

“Walk slowly…”

Cries of mourning came.

Zhang Feng saw the funeral procession in the distance, and the luck at the coffin's location was shrinking towards 0, including the good and evil values slowly dissipating.

Only the dead had 0 luck.

Furthermore, on his way to Qianlin Hall, Zhang Feng observed for a long time and found that everyone's luck remained largely unchanged, and their forms remained unchanged.

Unlike the Grand Thief, whose value could not be determined, and whose form could not be fixed.

Zhang Feng found it interesting and decided not to kill him after his mission was complete, keeping him for an experiment to see what was going on with his luck.

But precisely as Zhang Feng entertained the thought of keeping him, the Grand Thief's luck suddenly surged from its changing state, and the blurry azure cloud around him transformed into a wide piece of paper?

Its value even reached an astonishing 6.2!

What 6.2 meant, Zhang Feng didn't know yet, but he knew it was very strong.

At least in this county town, he was the highest.

But what was this paper?

Was it related to some kind of book? Was it telling him to abandon the pen for martial arts?

Zhang Feng pondered, then saw the paper suddenly strangely transform into a blank book.

It seemed to change completely according to his will?

'Could it be… because of what I'm thinking?'

Zhang Feng found it amusing and speculated further,

'If it's because of what I think and imagine, then his previous changing luck, the inability to determine the "luck value," was that also because of me?'

Thinking to himself, Zhang Feng decided to kill him to reach a conclusion, and he would kill him with an unwavering heart.

Instantly, the Grand Thief's 'book' dissipated, and his luck also turned to '0', just like a dead person's.

'Indeed!'

Seeing this situation, Zhang Feng knew why his luck had been constantly changing before.

Because he had been paying attention to him, setting up a trap for him, and as someone beside him, he would be related to him in the future, and he wouldn't let him go.

Finally, coupled with his 'chaotic' thoughts at the time, and not having thought of killing him.

Then the 'inescapable him', his luck and destiny were naturally chaotic, infinitely variable.

Of course, if he wanted to kill him, his luck would return to its original state.

Because he opened this game.

'Old sayings often say that as soon as a person gains enlightenment, their own luck will increase.'

The more Zhang Feng thought about it, the more he felt it was correct, 'It seems it's not wrong, because he got rid of the person who set the trap.

Since the person who set the trap could influence his mind, they would naturally also influence his luck.

After all, if a normal person is doing something and constantly thinking about the person who is thinking about him, he will definitely be distracted and encounter all sorts of difficulties.

But through the matter of luck, it can also be seen that this Grand Thief currently does not want to kill me.

Otherwise, his luck would return to normal.'

Zhang Feng thought to himself, feeling that this luck was quite good; not only could he see others' fortunes, but he could also use it as a 'materialized killing intent sensor'.

Besides that.

Zhang Feng had also tried to look at his own luck and karma, but it was a chaotic mess, showing nothing at all.

This reminded Zhang Feng of a saying: one can calculate the heavens and the earth, but not oneself.

However, Zhang Feng could already modify his own luck according to the Dao of Heaven formula, so this was irrelevant.

And even if he couldn't modify it, when he encountered some treasure in the future, and a group of people went to seek it.

He could find someone with high luck, someone who seemed destined to get the treasure, and then 'tail' him.

These were all living matters, and he was also a living person, not so rigid.

As for how good and evil and luck were formed.

Zhang Feng had been observing for a while now, watching many people, and finally understood.

But it couldn't be described in normal language.

To put it abstractly, this world, though without a Dao of Heaven, could be regarded as a 'large computing machine'.

All things in heaven and earth within it were a kind of computational power in terms of data.

Including good and evil and luck, they were all variable values derived from the mutual influence of all things.

If there were no external forces or sudden interferences, then this variable value could also be called the final value.

As for 'sudden', it referred to some people in TV novels who often defied heaven to change their destiny.

'External force' referred to himself.

Including the reason why he could now see these luck values was also because he was in tune with this world, integrated into the 'partial Dao of Heaven code' of this world.

Naturally, he could use some 'Heaven and Earth Computing Machine - Administrator' permissions to obtain data that only administrators could see.

The runes of the karmic luck rules were the administrator passwords to gain heaven and earth permissions.

It could also be said that all the karma and luck he currently saw were not analyzed by his 'eyes' at all.

Rather, they were analyzed by heaven and earth, and then shown to him.

After all, he was just an ordinary old man now, without such great ability, and even less such instantaneous computational power.

One must know that he could see all karmic data instantly just by looking at one person.

Such computational power, let alone an old man, even a Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivator could not achieve it.

Zhang Feng even felt that this was not something a normal cultivator could do.

…

Five minutes later.

As Zhang Feng continued to ponder and analyze, Qianlin Hall arrived.

Standing outside the hall.

Zhang Feng did not enter immediately but observed the building.

According to feng shui, this building faced north towards the sun, was located in the middle of the street, and its eaves were a bit low.

This area was also a rainy region during summer and autumn.

In a sense, this meant it did not absorb 'yang energy'; the entire interior would be gloomy and damp, harming one's vitality.

From a scientific perspective, the humidity was too high, and windows should be opened as much as possible for ventilation during strong sunlight.

But in such an unfavorable location.

Zhang Feng looked into the hall from outside the door and saw an old man who was taking a patient's pulse; his luck was very strong, almost '2.7'.

His good, moreover, reached 6.8!

And it was pure good, without any evil.

This person was Manager Li, Doctor Li.

But his luck did not increase because of his good deeds; it was inherently high.

Because this world had no Dao of Heaven, there would naturally be no 'reward and punishment mechanism'.

Especially even if there was a vague Dao of Heaven, it might not have clear distinctions between good and evil.

Zhang Feng, now that he could integrate the Dao of Heaven code, also fell into a contradiction, feeling that 'humans' could also become the Dao of Heaven.

So, if the Dao of Heaven was a person, or a sentient being with certain thoughts.

Then the matter of rewarding good and punishing evil would depend on their will.

They could set the rules however they wished.

Even if doing evil deeds could grant great luck, that would be the rule they wanted to use.

Zhang Feng now realized that humans were not necessarily variables, but the Dao of Heaven was definitely a variable.

If he encountered such a frustrating variable world, he could only try to defy heaven.

Zhang Feng felt that the more he understood, the more unknowns there were.

And at this moment.

The Grand Thief saw Zhang Feng stop in front of the door and didn't say anything, but he didn't feel that anything was wrong.

Because he was used to Zhang Feng's usual silence.

Otherwise, Zhang Feng's silent demeanor, lost in thought throughout the journey, would indeed be strange.

Furthermore, the relationship between the two of them was currently ambiguous, neither entirely hostile nor friendly, which would certainly make the intelligent Grand Thief overthink.

He even wondered at that moment if Zhang Feng was looking for a way to kill him?

It was this thought that struck him.

The Grand Thief raised an eyebrow and looked at the silent Zhang Feng again, 'This old geezer, he wouldn't really want to use this opportunity to come out with me, then find someone to kill me?'

The more he thought about it, the more something felt off.

At the same time, Zhang Feng saw the Grand Thief's luck suddenly change, its form shifting from a book to gold and silver treasures, and its value becoming 1.7, so he also focused his gaze on the Grand Thief.

He had murderous intent towards him, especially if he could truly kill him, which is why his form returned to its normal appearance.

If he couldn't kill him, it was more likely that he was influenced by himself, causing his luck to become blurred, and then he could also determine the other party's murderous intent.

Zhang Feng thought and analyzed all the way, and completely understood the rules of 'Spiritual Sense Perception'.

It can now be put into practical use.

And when the Grand Thief saw Zhang Feng looking over, his murderous intent dissipated, and he reverted to his original polite demeanor, including the disappearance of his treasures, replaced by the book Zhang Feng had imagined.

"Elder, we've arrived at Qianlin Hall. Manager Li and I have some acquaintance, so I'll introduce you."

"Good." Zhang Feng nodded slightly, but shook his head inwardly.

This Grand Thief is truly paranoid, with a new idea every moment.

For such a changeable person, being adaptable is good, but it's better to practice martial arts.

While he was pondering.

Unbeknownst to the Grand Thief, his book transformed into the luck of weaponry.

With Zhang Feng's knowledge, as long as he didn't die, he could easily alter a person's fate.

This had nothing to do with words or the rules of cause and effect.

It was simply that Zhang Feng's foundation was too strong; he could completely allow a person to 'defy heaven and change their destiny'.

The saying 'first fate, second luck, third feng shui' doesn't apply to Zhang Feng.

As for fate, it refers to a person's birth, their 'innate destiny'.

Luck is a person's 'acquired luck' in life.

Feng shui, according to metaphysics, refers to the living environment and so on; a good environment can prolong one's life.

But no matter what, all the talk of 'second luck', 'third feng shui', and even later 'fourth accumulated hidden virtue, fifth reading, sixth fame, seventh something' and so on.

They are all dispensable compared to the innate 'first fate'.

It's like some people are born as the son of a Nascent Soul stage sect master in the largest sect of this world.

From a young age, they not only began cultivating, but also consumed spiritual elixirs and miraculous medicines.

How can acquired luck compare to that?

However, the current Zhang Feng can use 'future luck' to change the Grand Thief's 'innate fate'.

Knowledge truly changes 'destiny'.

Using hundreds of years of human knowledge to challenge the fate of a Nascent Soul's son can indeed work.

After all, a Nascent Soul in this world only lives for about eight hundred years.

But if it were another world, with the sons of immortals who live for millions of years.

This would require even more time spent acquiring knowledge to neutralize and compensate for the gap in 'fate'.

Before the reality of the extraordinary, some people said that the efforts of several generations cannot be surpassed by one generation of scholars; this is one explanation of fate.

...

Taking charge of Qianlin Hall wasn't that troublesome.

When Zhang Feng demonstrated his skill of 'acupuncture for treating arthritis and rheumatism' to an old man, everything became simple.

However, this was also because Zhang Feng was very old, and his robes looked respectable, and his medical knowledge was very extensive.

That's why Manager Li dared to let Zhang Feng use needles on his patients.

Otherwise, just a display of skill, without offending anyone, and wanting all parties to actively participate, would be very troublesome.

But fortunately, he is now in charge.

Zhang Feng also saw that medicinal herb; it had some spiritual energy, which was acceptable.

But the biggest gain was unintentionally comprehending destiny, cause and effect, good and evil, and Spiritual Sense perception.

And within these runic rules, Zhang Feng's understanding of the Heavenly Dao's 'computing formula' deepened even further.

With the added ability to see through parts of the Heavenly Dao's rules, he could also use the Heavenly Dao's computing power to calculate runes and enhance talismans.

His ultimate combat power naturally received a significant boost.

If Zhang Feng could previously, at the Core Formation stage, 'completely flatten' a province with a single spell, turning the entire land into ruins.

Now, it would be five provinces.

Zhang Feng had also calculated it clearly.

Although a Core Formation cultivator's Spiritual Sense only extends for a few tens of miles, under the power of compression and condensation, and with a 'unique blessing' that conforms to the Heavenly Dao, it can absolutely spread for a thousand miles.

This unique blessing is similar to when the Orbit Cannon struck Z1 and the Superconductor civilization; as long as the opponent had a Superconductor, it would inevitably cause chain-type damage.

It's just that his uniqueness is the rule of the Heavenly Dao, which, normally speaking, is universal in all worlds.

This is Zhang Feng's analysis and deconstruction.

When knowledge is thoroughly integrated, one is no longer 'knowing only that it is so, but not why it is so'.

Similar to cause and effect and luck, they seem to be merely 'observation', a very strong auxiliary, but within them, many useful combat knowledge and, more importantly, rule codes can be deconstructed.

Of course, this was also because Zhang Feng used to watch the Virtual Small Building every day and used reality as a virtual rule test.

That's why he was able to quickly draw inferences from one instance to others and understand this 'Heavenly Dao computing power'.

Zhang Feng can now borrow 'Heavenly Dao computing power'.

...

In the following days.

Zhang Feng was stationed at Qianlin Hall.

Manager Li, who always adhered to the principle of saving lives, was very welcoming and showed no jealousy whatsoever.

Especially after Zhang Feng saved a young child who was about to die from heart failure.

Manager Li even gave Zhang Feng a hundred-year-old ginseng for free.

This was something Zhang Feng hadn't expected.

And on this night.

When Qianlin Hall was about to close.

Facing Zhang Feng's undisguised confusion.

Manager Li laughed heartily and explained:

"I originally planned to sell this 'Spiritual Ginseng' to acquire more valuable medicinal herbs that can treat serious illnesses and save more people.

One ginseng saving a hundred lives is naturally fair.

But today, seeing this child, if Elder Zhang hadn't been here, I would have taken the ginseng to save him.

Since Elder Zhang saved him, this ginseng naturally belongs to the Elder."

Facing Manager Li's explanation.

Zhang Feng found him quite interesting, so he no longer declined and simply accepted it.

Especially in these past few days, one interesting point was that:

Because the Grand Thief had to follow Zhang Feng to the Xuan Yun Sect to be saved, he also stayed at Qianlin Hall every day and occasionally helped out.

Zhang Feng saw that his goodness was increasing.

So, if all his evil is offset, will he truly become a good person from 'within'?

Or will he still be an evil person?

Zhang Feng became interested.

He prepared to use the Grand Thief as a guinea pig again to start a new test of good and evil.

Anyway, he could break through to the Foundation Establishment stage in two more days.

At that time, he wouldn't fear his constantly fluctuating temperament, nor would he fear his sudden rebellion.

With strength, he could naturally use him for experiments.

If he dared to resist, he would simply kill him.

Although Zhang Feng was a great good person, a great benevolent person praised by everyone in reality, he sometimes resorted to killing.

But thinking about it carefully, Grand Thief, Grand Dao, it's quite interesting.

This Grand Thief can teach him a lot.

On the morning of the next day.

While Zhang Feng was pondering the Grand Thief and busy with Manager Li and others in Qianlin Hall.

Two martial artists passed by outside the medicine hall without the slightest pause in their steps.

One of them had a saber at his waist, was burly, and had dark, tanned skin.

The other, although his physique was also incredibly strong, had a less dark face because he wore a bamboo hat.

But what they had in common was that as they passed by, they both glanced at the Grand Thief who was helping inside the medicine hall.

And the one with the less dark face was named 'Yang Shaoquan', a somewhat famous expert in the jianghu.

However, his title was not pleasant; he was called 'Flying Blood Thief' by others.

Like the Grand Thief, he was a heinous person!

But compared to the Grand Thief, who only liked to bully the weak, he preferred to ambush and kill some famous experts.

He thought that these famous experts had more money.

Perhaps he could also obtain some treasures or profound martial arts manuals.

Even if he couldn't use them himself, he could sell them.

And today, his gaze was fixed on the Grand Thief and Zhang Feng inside Qianlin Hall.

However, looking was one thing.

He still hurried away from in front of Qianlin Hall.

'Found him, found him. I didn't expect to see Grand Thief Sun today in town, based on what those two martial artists said.

But who is that old man?'

Yang Shaoquan's eyes were full of confusion; he clearly remembered that this Grand Thief was a lone wolf.