Start Ren Jiazhen: Six-year-old Tianshi

night.

There was a dead silence, and the faint moonlight hung high above the sky.

in the small yard.

Zhou Yun sat on the threshold, his wide Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

He stared quietly at the distant sky.

Aside, in the main room.

Lin Jiu, who had just finished offering incense to the altar, came out and saw Zhou Yun sitting at the door.

"Uncle, why haven't you rested yet?" Lin Jiu bowed far away.

Looking at Zhou Yun's small appearance, Lin Jiu couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

Who can know what kind of existence is hidden behind this appearance.

He hadn't asked about the details of his uncle's fight with Master Wu Yun before, even when he deliberately ignored it.

Both Qiusheng and Wencai had no impression of Master Wuyun.

But he remembered that when he arrived outside the town, he felt the dao rhyme sweeping across the sky, which lasted for a long time.

And the three mountains that were sealed in midair.

This method was shocking to him.

"I'm looking at luck."

Zhou Yun's voice woke Lin Jiu up.

"Luck?"

Lin Jiu was slightly surprised, and immediately walked over, and sat down next to Zhou Yun with his legs lifted.

"Uncle, but because of Wei Dabang?"

"The theory of luck is the cause and effect between heaven and earth. Some people are born with great talents, and some are mediocre. Everyone is in the cause and effect."

Lin Jiu also thought of Wei Dabang, and began to explain.

"It is precisely because everyone has different causes and effects, some are strong and some are weak, this is called three-point destiny."

"After the ruins of the Qing Dynasty, there is no master in the world, everyone can become a dragon, and heroes emerge from troubled times."

"In addition, in the age of the Dharma, the sky is not visible, and it seems that we are about to usher in an unprecedented chaotic world. The majestic club can control the lives of thousands of people, and can stir up the wind and clouds with a single thought. He is a person of good luck who has the will of heaven."

Lin Jiu shook his head, looking ahead, with a hint of melancholy in his voice.

Zhou Yun stared blankly ahead, as if he didn't listen to Lin Jiu's words.

"Qing Shi's luck has not yet dissipated!"

After speaking, Zhou Yun got up and walked into the room with his Taoist robe.

On the side, Lin Jiu was taken aback when he heard this, and then got up suddenly.

In the early Qing Dynasty, the dynasty had already been destroyed decades ago, the country itself had been lost, and the fate had long been dispersed.

But Master Uncle's words...

Lin Jiu stared at the door of Zhou Yun's room, his mind churning violently.

Qingshi's luck has not yet dissipated, if someone else said this, Lin Jiu would definitely throw it away.

When the Qing Dynasty was ruined, Lin Jiu had just entered Maoshan for a few years.

Although Taoism is superficial, he is still standing still.

But suddenly one day, the entire 36 veins of Longhu Mountain, anyone with a little cultivation level could feel the wailing of the fate of heaven and earth.

In the following year, the Taoist bell of Longhu Mountain rang continuously, and the mountains of 36 veins glowed with brilliance.

Lin Jiucai knew it from his master.

It was the emperor of the Qing Dynasty who chose to abdicate, and cut off the dragon's veins completely ruined the last sliver of luck.

The Dao Bell of Longhu Mountain and the apparitions of the mountains are all bidding farewell to the long dragon of luck in the Qing Dynasty that represents the fortune of a country.

Since then, the Qing Dynasty has become history.

It is true that there may be survivors who still dream of repeating the glory, but it is true that the dragon of luck has been ruined.

"This……"

Lin Jiu frowned tightly.

Just as he was about to turn around, another person suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Wei Da Bang!"

Wei Dalong found him suddenly, but Lin Jiu still couldn't figure out the reason.

But suddenly, Lin Jiu's mind seemed to have a ray of light rushing straight to the top of his head.

"Treasure house, Dixuan Twelve Armors!"

The Dixuan Twelve Armors are the top-level means of guarding the tomb.

And the countless gold, silver and jewels in the treasure house, although I dare not say that they came from a tomb.

But it can also be seen how rich these tombs are.

Before Lin Jiu entered the treasure house, he just wanted to see what attracted Master Tianwu.

I didn't even think about the identity of the owner of the tomb.

"hiss……"

Lin Jiu turned around and walked directly into the main room, and knelt down in front of the stone statue of Grandpa Master.

This is very possible, something big happened.

the other side.

Zhou Yun was lying on the bed, not as much as Lin Jiu thought.

With the arrival of Wei Dabang, the goal must be the treasure house.

After all, there are so many gold, silver and jewels in there, Wei Dabang will not let them go.

But when Wei Dalong came yesterday, Zhou Yun was in the cause and effect of him.

See a very different stream of cause and effect.

Cause and effect are intricate.

Entering the celestial master, washing the body with Daoyun, fading from the mortal and becoming a saint, cutting off the five evils and three shortcomings, which is equivalent to transcending cause and effect.

But this does not mean that Zhou Yun can see through the mystery of that day.

That unusual karma was very strange, faintly making Zhou Yun a little uneasy.

This is why Zhou Yun has been thinking about Wei Dabang's luck.

Until just now, Lin Jiu talked about the moment in the Qing Dynasty.

Zhou Yun's inspiration flickered, and his eyes spanned countless distances.

He saw the same cause and effect as Wei Dabang's breath.

That is the treasure house of the Ren family.

In the treasure house, there is a gray karma overflowing.

It looks fragile, but it can be decayed and heavy.

In Zhou Yun's perception, it was like Tianwei.

But this celestial power has lost its nobility and eternity,
Become lifeless and decayed.

Exuding monstrous hostility.

At first, Zhou Yun thought that Wei Dalong was just coming back to move the treasure house, so at most he asked Lin Jiu to help hold the battle.

But looking at it now, things are definitely not that simple.

Luck in Qing Dynasty, dragon corpse?

the other side.

Inside the Ren Family Mansion.

One guard at three steps, one sentry at five steps, the guards with guns guarded the entire Ren family mansion like an iron bucket.

Among these personal guards, in addition to being vigilant around them.

Looking closely at each other, there is also an imperceptible wariness.

Up next to it, in Ren Fa's room.

Wei Dabang sat on the bed, took off his Chinese tunic suit, and left his upper body bare.

With a piece of chest hair on his chest, combined with his fleshy face, he looks like a tiger.

Sudden.

"Ugh..."

Wei Dabang suddenly opened his eyes.

The hands that were originally pressing on the bed slammed hard, grabbing the bed and shaking it.

And he himself fell stiffly to the ground.

Emergency moment.

Wei Dabang put one hand on the ground to avoid hitting his face on the ground.

But at this moment, Wei Dabang's face was full of ferocity, and his face was blood red like an inflated balloon.

And pimples appeared on his body, and these pimples were hidden under the skin.

It is wriggling quickly.

Especially on the back, it was densely packed as if countless living things were about to explode from Wei Dabang's body.

"Roar!"

Wei Dabang's eyes were bulging, he raised his head and opened his mouth, the angle was so big that it was almost tearing the corners of his mouth.

A low and suppressed growl came out of his mouth.

The cold sweat on his face fell like rain like crazy.

"Cluck cluck cluck."

Wei Dabang supported himself with his head on the ground, shrinking himself into a ball as much as possible.

But the nearly frozen pupils showed the pain Wei Dabang endured.

Faintly, something appeared in those eyes.

It seemed that the flames were soaring into the sky, and there seemed to be countless people crying.

Outside.

There was a large row of personal guards standing, and the micro-punches in the hands of these personal guards were all opened with insurance.

A permeable murderous aura emerged from each of them.

……

The next day is dawn.

A jeep drove up to the gate of the yard.

The courtyard door was opened directly, and two soldiers rushed in, one from the left and the other from the right.

In the middle is a silver-haired old man wearing a cloak and a military cap with a majestic face.

"Lin Jiu, get out and meet me!"