The first cause of all realms

Chapter 808 My life is up to me!

In the land of the Nine Daoes of the Ming Dynasty, apart from the central land of Wanlong Dao, the most affluent places are Jiangnan and Dongyue.

Surrounded by water and adjacent to the sea, these two places can do business with overseas islands and have been prosperous places for thousands of years.

In contrast, the Northwest, Longyuan, and Ding'an roads adjacent to the Great Wall are very barren, with vast land and few people.

However, with the frequent occurrence of chaos in the world, and the reputation of Yang prison gradually spread, especially in the northwest where there has been no war for more than ten years, it has attracted a group of people who were harassed by the war and forced to relocate.

Huhu~
The cold wind blew heavy snow, and a huge chariot drawn by four dragon horses slowly passed the official road.

"Among the ordinary people in Shengdou, there are also courageous people."

Inside the raised car curtain, Hanyue Sanren sighed slightly:
"Choosing to go into exile in the Northwest may be the only right decision in their life..."

"If these people can be forced to flee to the northwest, I'm afraid that the situation of Ding'an Road and Dongyang Road is very bad..."

The handsome female disciple's face was flushed, she couldn't help shaking her head as she looked at the refugees shivering in the snow.

Since ancient times, most of the refugees fled to rich and prosperous lands, and fled to the northwest, which is too rare.

"Then Li Chuang's momentum is great, but his subordinates are mixed with fish and dragons. It's okay when he's not in power, and he's in power, hehe..."

Hanyue Sanren shook his head:

"Still, they fled to the northwest. If they went to Dongyang Dao, I'm afraid it would be worse. A few months ago, Dongyang was in chaos, and it was suspected that there was a 'demon' in the world..."

"It's getting more and more difficult these days."

Huddled in the arms of her master, the delicate female disciple felt a little sad.

If she hadn't been taken in by her master, I'm afraid that even if she and her family didn't die under the blizzard that lasted for many years, they would have been affected by the war and destroyed their homes.

only……

Looking at the mighty wave of refugees along the official road, I couldn't bear it:
"According to previous years' experience, after this light snowfall, there will be a heavy snowstorm that lasted for more than four months. Most of these people will die on the road..."

The people who can escape to the Northwest Road can only come from Ding'an Road and Longyuan Road, and Lizhou borders Ding'an. It is self-evident where these people come from.

It's just that although the two roads border each other, they are not that close.

In fact, the footsteps of this group of refugees will not be able to reach the city of Lizhou in another year...

"As the teacher said, when was there any inaccuracy?"

Hanyue Sanren smiled, and pointed several miles away, faintly visible in the wind and snow, like a small temporary gathering place:

"listen……"

"what?"

The female disciple was slightly stunned, and then heard a high-pitched, long-lasting voice coming from far away.

The sound was like thunder, but very dull.

"what is this?"

The female disciple couldn't help poking her head out. Her eyesight was not bad either. When she looked intently, she could almost see a huge 'boa constrictor' galloping towards it from a distance at an extremely fast speed.

"Snake!"

She shrank back in fright. In the past few years, there have been more rumors of monsters hurting people than anywhere else.

"What snake demon? This is an armored chariot built by Qi Changfa..."

Without Hanyue Sanren's instructions, the disciples who were driving the car had already sped up, and with the neighing of the dragon horse, the gathering place was approaching in an instant.

At this time, there was a surge of people in the gathering place. Thousands of refugees, under the watchful eyes of a group of soldiers, climbed one after another into the huge monster that was about a foot wide, one foot two high, and several hundred feet long.

Seeing this scene, Hanyue Sanren couldn't help stroking his long beard, admiring:
"In one day, you can move thousands of people to travel thousands of miles. Qi Changfa is really amazing, he deserves to be..."

He didn't say the last half sentence.

"Is this a carriage?"

The handsome female disciple was in shock, she poked her head to look, very curious.

But waiting for the crowd to fill up, the huge monster made a loud noise and galloped into the distance with the air flow visible to the naked eye, and felt very awed.

This speed is even faster than that of a dragon horse, can't it run thousands of miles in an hour?
She was astonished, and all the disciples also ordered to exclaim, and the new refugees were even more stunned. Many of them were holding porridge bowls and crying loudly.

"No wonder Master said that..."

The disciples who were driving the carriage also stood up, looking at the porridge sheds in the gathering place and the armored carriage that was invisible in the distance, they couldn't help being shocked.

In a time of war, it is normal to rob people.

But this 'person' never includes refugees...

The refugees in this gathering place seem to be mighty, but in fact, a group of hundreds of cavalry is enough to kill each other, even...

Real people are those from aristocratic families, disciples of country gentry, masters of sects, local tyrants...

These people have both gold and silver, martial arts, and connections.

They are the 'people' who are looted by various forces.

Refugees are just a burden, and they waste rice and food when they are alive, which is of no benefit to the struggle for the world.

This Northwest Road is willing to accept these refugees, donate some porridge and rice, and forget it, but actually use such treasures to pick them up...

This……

"Let's find a restaurant and settle down."

Hanyue Sanren gave orders.

This gathering place is obviously newly built not long ago, but it occupies a large area. Although the city wall has not been repaired yet, all the facilities inside are complete.

In addition to the refugee camps, there are complete streets and shops including blacksmith shops, inns, restaurants, etc.

This is being built according to the appearance of the city.

For more than ten years, the Northwest Road has plundered families of all sizes and provided relief with work. I don’t know how many large and small gathering places like this have been built in the 29 prefectures of the three prefectures.

"...The Northwest King is somewhat benevolent, but, you come here all the time, why?"

Listening to my master's account of the changes in the Northwest Dao in recent years, everyone including the female disciple looked at each other in blank dismay.

Whether the Northwest Road is good or bad, what does it have to do with them?
With their martial arts, even if the situation is several times more chaotic, they will not be short of food and clothing...

"Going to the northwest, my teacher has found a way for you to survive. In the future, no matter who takes the world, there will be a place for you..."

Finding an inn to settle down, Hanyue Sanren, who has never been very generous, ordered a table of food and invited everyone.

A group of disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, each holding their bowls and chopsticks, not daring to make a move.

"Master, you, don't scare me."

The female disciple couldn't help but grab his palm.

"It's no big deal, I found a way out for you, and then, the old Taoist has to fight for himself!"

Hanyue Sanren pulled his arm away and got up slowly. The expressions of all the people changed, but they seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

I could only watch helplessly as my master drank a cup of hot tea, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the inn:

"Northwest Road is not the best choice, but Yang Prison is enough to protect you and others. After all, you can't live for 300 years...

And if any of you lived for 300 years, then you can still save your life if you shave your hair..."

"Master!"

The cries of reluctance spread outside the door and were blown out by the wind.

Hanyue Sanren seemed to hear it, but he didn't seem to hear it. With his hands in his cuffs, he walked slowly towards the place where the armored car had stopped.

The straight road spreads to a very far place in the light snow. On both sides, there are tall fences and a large number of soldiers.

And there are countless tens of thousands of refugees.

"Between life and death, between life and death..."

With an inexplicable sigh, Hanyue Sanren suddenly had a whim.

I borrowed a table from a tea shop not far away, and pulled a piece of cloth, and the words "fortune-telling" were written on the book.

In this way, a stall was set up in this crowded place of refugees.

His actions are naturally very eye-catching, but apart from some soldiers here, there are only refugees with their families.

Although curious, no one cared for a long time.

Seeing this, Hanyue Sanren was not in a hurry. After thinking about it, he tore off another piece of cloth and wrote the words 'no money' on it.

This time, it attracted many people to tell fortunes.

Hanyue Sanren smiled slightly, not only telling their past, but also pointing out their future.

As the world's number one hexagram master, his methods were extremely high, and he quickly caused an uproar, surrounded by three circles inside and three circles outside.

And he never refuses anyone who comes, no matter old or weak, men or women, he agrees.

Sometimes counting one person alone, sometimes commenting on ten people, the people around came round and round, until the night was about to fall, and the sound of a car's "woo hoo" was heard in the distance, and the crowd dispersed.

At this time, someone dragged a chair over and carefully placed a wooden Buddha statue on it.

This movement was very strange, but Hanyue Sanren didn't pay much attention to it, as if he knew it already, he just put away the cloth and said:

"For so many years, this is the first time for the old man to tell the fortunes of ordinary people, but the taste is really not bad..."

"It is often said that fortune-telling hurts peace. Whether it is true or not, Lu does not know, but changing one's fate does hurt people's peace."

The wooden Buddha statue suddenly spoke:
"The fate of the world has its definite number, up and down, but those are like scientific examinations, the number on the list is determined to die,
If you make one person on the list, one person will fall off the list.If you change one person's life, another person will suffer..."

Hanyue Sanren remained silent.

Wooden Buddha slowly raised his head:
"Now, the sufferer has come to the door, Taoist priest, how do you plan to explain to Lu?"

"Mr. Lu is right. Fate in this world is fixed. Some enjoy it, some suffer, some live, and some die..."

Hanyue Sanren took out a teapot out of nowhere and poured himself a cup:
"But someone deserves to die, and whose life and longevity are taken? What about the dead?"

"It should be the same as that of Lu. Those who have grievances will take revenge, and those who have vengeance will take revenge. If they are not angry, they can come to find Lu."

Wood Buddha said lightly:
"I'm very curious, since you know me, how dare you give orders for Yang Yu, how dare you divination for Zhang Dong?"

"Actually, it's very simple."

Hanyue Sanren took a sip of tea slowly:

"Designing orders for the Northwest King is to seek a way out for the disciples of the old Taoist sect. As for divination for Zhang Dong,
Naturally, it is related to the life and death of the old Taoist himself. "

"Oh?"

Wooden Buddha seemed surprised:

"Why, the Daoist thinks that your life is still in your hands?"

"Originally, it didn't exist, but a few years ago, before giving orders to the Northwest King, suddenly, there was..."

"Someone came from beyond the sky! And this is where the vitality of the old Taoist lies..."

"Um?!"

The Wooden Buddha seemed to have sensed it, and suddenly opened his eyes, and the invisible energy turned into a substantial big hand, and suddenly grabbed Hanyue Sanren who was separated by a table.

The latter, on the other hand, smiled slightly, not dodging or dodging, and let the big hand grab it, just playing with a jade-colored token in his palm.

"This is?"

The wooden Buddha raised his eyebrows anthropomorphically.

At this moment, Lu Chen, who was far away, in the fantasy world of immortals, couldn't help but put down the 'Xuanshi' in his hand, and looked down at this place.

"Pindao is Zhang Dong's hexagram gold, which is the life of a visitor from outside the sky. He brought the hexagram gold, and Pindao also got the chance to change his fate against the sky..."

Crushing the token decisively, Hanyue Sanren felt the wind and snow around him, and looked at Lu Chen who didn't know where he was in the void,

smile slightly:
"The poor Taoist's life will naturally only be in the hands of the poor Taoist! On the contrary, Mr. Lu, your life, hehehe..."

　Good night, everyone... Tomorrow I have to go to bed early.

　
(End of this chapter)