The first cause of all realms

Chapter 781 The place where good fortune gathers, the place where every inch is right!

Chapter 781 The place where good fortune gathers, the place where every inch is right!
Huhu~
It seems that there is a cold wind mixed with a hot current, and the aftermath of the war has not yet completely subsided.

Looking at the lingering smoke and dust above the palace, all the people watching the battle in the city fell silent for a long time.

Those who can see these two great masters confronting each other are not ordinary people, and even some of them have exchanged blood, and even master-level warriors.

In the Northwest Road, and even in the world, they can be regarded as masters, and in the state capital, they can even be regarded as top-notch.

However, witnessing this scene like a collision of gods and gods with their own eyes, their hearts were shaken and they were greatly shocked.

Is that human being?

"It's over, this is much faster than expected, this Northwest King, it really is..."

On the tall building in the north of the city, Hanyue San was stroking his long beard with his hands, and sighed slightly.

Feeling the familiar aura dissipating, Hanyue Sanren was neither sad nor happy. This scene, he had vaguely glimpsed it many years ago, but it was not as clear as it is today.

There may be a difference in small things, but in big things, it is not different from what he saw.

The group of disciples behind him looked at each other in blank dismay, stepping on their feet and poking their heads, their desires unattainable.

"what happened?"

"Master, this, this is the end?"

The handsome female disciple tugged at her master's cuff and kept asking:
"Who, who won?"

Hanyue Sanren was silent for a while, and an older disciple had already answered her:
"That's needless to say? Our master has always been on the side of the winner. Since the old man made a move, it is natural that the Northwest King won!"

Other disciples also deeply agree.

Compared with other people in the city, they knew who the winner was from the beginning to the end. This certainty was based on the fact that their teacher had never made any wrong judgments in more than a hundred years.

"Eight generations are united, luck is added to the body, Montenegro shouldn't be like this, but unfortunately, he cherishes his body too much, but he doesn't understand, life is a rare fight..."

Looking at the lingering gunpowder smoke in the palace, Hanyue Sanren shook his head slightly:

"His defeat is not wronged!"

The future is uncertain, whether it is him, the other Ten Capital Masters who possess supernatural powers and Taoism, or even his master Sanxiao Sanren, what they can see is nothing but bits and pieces that cannot be known to be true or false.

Corresponding to the reality, review and deduction, can we get a glimpse of the future.

In fact, in this battle, the old demon of Montenegro was far more likely to win than the up-and-comer King of the Northwest. However, in a real fight, it is not only about the level of cultivation.

The old demon has practiced for [-] years and changed his body seven times. Even though he used to have the heroism to swallow mountains and rivers, now he is too obsessed with weighing and prudent.

Cautious, not bad.

However, when it comes to the real decision, if you still have such thoughts, then it is exactly what Zhang Xuanba said when he commented on him back then.

'Do great things but cherish your life...'

Hanyue Sanren sighed, but the other disciples didn't feel anything. After looking around at each other, they said cautiously:

"Master, there is a lot of noise in the city, let's..."

"Go, I'm afraid I won't be able to go."

Hanyue Sanren shook his head slightly.

He was going to leave, at least, at this moment, he didn't want to stay in Northwest City, but...

Sighing slightly, he randomly found a table and chair and sat down, clapped his hands, called the shopkeeper to serve a table of meat dishes, took off the gourd around his waist,

I poured a glass for myself, and poured another glass for the empty seat opposite:
"Since you're here, why doesn't your lord show up?"

Ok? !

Seeing their master pouring wine, all the disciples were already a little uneasy, and their expressions all changed when they heard this.

They didn't even notice it, they just turned around, and in front of their master, there was already a young man in a black suit with a long knife on his waist.

"Northwest King!"

A group of disciples exclaimed and retreated again and again.

The horrific killing after the great battle made their hearts tremble, and they felt as if a steel knife was pressed against their hearts, and the two couldn't help but fight.

"Han Yue scattered people."

With blood and gunpowder still in his body, Yang Qian sat down and glanced coldly at the Taoist in front of him.

Hanyue Sanren is very famous in temples and rivers and lakes, and at the same time, he is an extremely mysterious person.

He has debuted for more than three years. Compared with the masters of the Jianghu of his generation, he is almost extinct, and there are very few people who know his origin.

And the most well-known thing about him, apart from his title as the world's number one hexagram master and fortune teller, is his hobby.

Good beauty, good wine, good treasures, good weapons, good calligraphy and painting...

Holding the wine glass, Hanyue Sanren smiled, let the person in front of him look at him, and said slowly:
"My lord is coming soon."

"Not fast, how can we block the Taoist priest?"

Yang Yu said lightly.

The refining of the Sacrifice Seal was faster than swallowing any great medicine, so that after the battle, he was not even half tired at all.

After killing the incarnation of the old demon, he immediately locked on Hanyue Sanren's location.

He was naturally very curious and afraid of this No. [-] hexagram master in Jianghu who once commented on him.

That comment really expressed his state of mind and choice at that time.

Hanyue Sanren drank a glass of wine:

"The Dharma Eye is hidden, and it can penetrate the secluded without any difference. The prince possesses such supernatural powers, which really makes my generation of fortune-tellers envious..."

One can't hide one's supernatural powers from others, and Yang Jue didn't even think about hiding it, and he didn't care much about being exposed by him, he just looked at the person in front of him.

No shyness at all.

Under the tranquility, the fate of the person in front of him is chaotic, and only the flowing light can be seen in it, and the black air is circling.

But faintly, Yang Jue smelled a familiar aura from the person in front of him:
"You, master and disciple Sanxiao Sanren?"

Yang Jue's heart twitched slightly, his memory had always been very good, and when he thought about it, he remembered where the familiar energy came from.

Back then in Mulin Mansion, when he was looking for Xuanyingzhu, in an underground palace, he saw the stone tablet left by Sanxiao Sanren.

In it, he once saw Sanxiao Sanren, and the Taoist boy behind him...

"good."

Hanyue Sanren was a little surprised, but it was only a little bit. Although his identity was mysterious, it was not unknown.

only……

Without the slightest shyness, he counted with his fingers in front of Yang Yu, and immediately there seemed to be a huge burst of force on his fingertips, and he flicked his fingers away:

"you?!"

Now, he was really moved:
"Have you met my teacher?!"

Seeing his astonishment, Yang Jue calmed down a bit, and instead of answering, asked instead:
"Mr. Sanxiao's tidal theory, Yang has also studied it many times, but there are still some things that I don't understand. I don't know if the teacher can explain Yang's doubts?"

Staring at his flicked fingers and looking again and again, Hanyue Sanren suppressed the surprise in his heart and smiled:

"My lord, tell me?"

"According to Sanxiao Daoist, there are four steps in the transformation of the sky, the spiritual tide rises, the ghosts travel at night, the ghosts travel daily, and the fairy mountain reappears..."

As the weather is changing day by day, Sanxiao Sanren's reputation is getting bigger and bigger. The tidal theory he wrote is not only for big forces, but also for many small forces, and even many individual travelers in the world have a copy.

The theory of four steps of heaven change has also been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"...Yang doesn't know much about these four steps. I don't know if the boss taught me?"

"..."

Didn't you understand anything?
Of course, Hanyue Sanren didn't believe these words, but he couldn't help but answer, he was too aware of how violent the person in front of him was.

I don't agree with each other, I'm afraid...

"In the past, my master once entered a very strange fantasy land of immortals and demons. After returning, he wrote this tidal theory without saying a word..."

Hanyue Sanren pondered for a moment, then replied:

"According to what my teacher said, in an era older than ancient times, there was a catastrophe, and all the gods and Buddhas of the heavens perished in it...

And this catastrophe is related to the spiritual tide. "

When it comes to the understanding of tide theory, there is naturally no one in this world who can surpass Hanyue Sanren. He talked eloquently and attracted a group of disciples behind him.

"According to my teacher, spiritual tides are compared to immortals and Buddhas, like fish and water. If they are short of them, they will die. And the bigger the 'big fish', the faster they will die when the tide ebbs. Instead, they are small fish fry. longer..."

"Similarly, when the tide comes, the small fry will also appear first... ghosts, of course not only ghosts...

Teacher, he collectively refers to everything that is different from human beings as ghosts. The old man has spent his whole life searching for traces of immortals and Buddhas, but he himself does not believe in immortals and Buddhas..."

While speaking, Hanyue Sanren seemed to be caught in memories.

Ling Chao, Hundred Ghosts, Immortal Mountain...

Listening to Hanyue Sanren's words, Yang Ju didn't speak for a long time, and after thinking about it for a long time, he said:

"According to the theory of tides, it seems that it is not yet time for the fairy mountain to reappear, and Fangcun Mountain..."

"This is what the prince really wants to know, right?"

Gently wiped away the water from the corner of his eyes, Hanyue Sanren came back to his senses, and he took a deep look at Yang Ju:
"Unfortunately, the poor don't know about this issue. In the final analysis, the teacher is not a god..."

"Thank you, Daoist, for your clarification."

Yang Yu nodded, instead of looking for the bottom line, he asked:

"Before, the Taoist priest once said that if Yang wants to break the calamity, he needs to go an inch outside the Great Wall..."

"My lord, there are some words that are not deliberately mystified by the poor, but because of the limitations of supernatural powers, that's the only way..."

While drinking cup after cup of wine, Hanyue Sanren suddenly asked:
"May I ask how the prince is now compared to the prince Zhao?"

"Ok?"

Yang Ji raised his eyebrows:

"Is this related to the calamity?"

"It does have something to do..."

Hanyue Sanren pondered for a while, then looked around, all the disciples came back to their senses, looked at each other, and exited the door one after another.

At this moment, he sent a voice transmission:

"More than fifty years ago, Pindao met Zhao Wangye once, and at that time, he also left a comment for him..."

Yang Ju frowned slightly, but did not interrupt.

"At that time, Prince Zhao was just like the prince of today, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, the pinnacle of the world, but on that day, I saw the doom from him..."

Hanyue Sanren's voice transmission is very cautious:

"Innate destiny, acquired destiny, the combination of the two is destiny. A person's life is the combination of destiny and destiny...

The so-called catastrophe comes from luck, and it should be fate. In the final analysis, it is the collision of different people's fate that is bound to be caused by the intertwining of fate.

It's like, a Dao fruit, you and he both want it, and you can't give it up, in the end, there will be a difference, even life and death..."

He wanted to explain in more detail, but Yang Jue nodded, motioning for him to continue.

With the broken pages of the book of life and death in his body, he has a deeper understanding of fate than Hanyue Sanren these years.

"...Poverty Dao came here at first to pay homage to Prince Zhao. When he was passing through Longyuan, he made a divination on a whim, but found that the calamity that the prince will encounter is very similar to that of Prince Zhao..."

Hanyue Sanren's expression was dignified, and he also asserted:

"It's not just Heishan and Liansheng who are staring at the prince, but there should be someone else behind him..."

Lu Chen?

Yang Jue's eyes froze.

The Montenegro old demon has an extremely cautious character, he is not sure, and he will never make a move. Compared with the person who is suspected of being Lu Chen, he seems a bit too bold.

Until now, he didn't even know where he was or what he wanted to do. He only knew that he seemed to want to cut off his path to immortality.

But why, he couldn't figure it out...

"Ugh……"

Saying that, Hanyue Sanren could not help but sigh:
"It's not that Pindao doesn't want to see the prince, but that he knows that once he meets you, the people behind him will definitely follow him..."

"It's Yang who is being abrupt..."

Seeing that Yang Jue seemed to be apologetic, the old man waved his hand again:
"Today's situation, Pindao is not unexpected, he really came to the door, in fact, it's nothing, dying people, who are you afraid of?"

"I only hope that Wang Yenian, for the sake of knowing everything, will protect the disciples of the poor Taoist, as well as many confidantes..."

While speaking, the old Taoist got up and bowed slightly.

Yang Jue stretched out his hand to support the old Taoist:

"How many are many?"

"Not counting those who have passed away, there should be 73 people alive today..."

Hanyue Sanren reminisces a little:

"People live for too long, and there is really no joy in it. It is the most painful thing in the world..."

"..."

Yang Yu was speechless for a moment.

"The lord probably has contempt in his heart, thinking that the old man's desires are hard to satisfy, and he will harm the good family... But the poor have always been in front of their desires, and they have never been difficult for others. As for love, it is hard to break..."

Shaking the empty wine gourd, Hanyue Sanren pointed out something:
"My lord is young now, maybe I don't understand, but one day, you will live for hundreds of years, and all your relatives and friends will be gone...

People need some sustenance when they live, this is the mystery of the law of precepts..."

"...This is my handbook. If you send someone here, just bring it with you, and Zipao will make arrangements for it."

Naturally, Yang Qiu was too lazy to talk about this with the bad old man, so he threw down his badge, stopped the old man, and asked the last question:

"What are white mountains and black waters?"

White mountains and black waters, this sentence has been widely spread over the years, and behind it are many big and small families who migrated to the outside of the Great Wall.

"Luck is like a tide, sometimes it rises, sometimes it falls, someone will always be swept into the deep valley by the tide, and there will always be someone who will stand at the head of the tide..."

Hanyue Sanren didn't shy away from this matter, and said it very straightforwardly:
"The great luck of the next 300 years lies between the white mountains and the black waters. Those who follow the path will go well, and those who go against it will be plagued by cholera..."

At this point, the old Taoist did not stay any longer, clasped his fists slightly, and left the room:

"Fate is a thing, if you believe it, you have it, if you don't believe it, you don't have it, Wang Yequan just listen to it for fun,
How could a charlatan have the final say on major events in this world? "

call!
In the restaurant, calm down.

Without stopping any more, Yang Jue thought for a long time before looking at the table, where the words condensed with a little drink remained:

"The place where good fortune gathers, the place where the right way...""

 Good night, good night... I'm so ashamed that it's getting late.

 
(End of this chapter)

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