Museum of Demons

The understatement of the Taoist in black made the expression of the green-clothed scribe freeze slightly.

To reverse the fate that the Great Senior can live?

[Fate] choked for a moment, and then said dumbfoundedly: If I can do it, why should I join forces with you? Then I will directly reverse the [fate that all living beings can exist], let all living beings directly and naturally follow the trajectory of fate, naturally Wouldn't it be better to die on the ground and annihilate the soul?

Wei Yuan was thoughtful: In other words, the power of fate is also full of many restrictions.

[Fate] replied with a smile: Naturally.

Fate is like a long river, rushing endlessly. All living beings are like things in the water. Most of them will just be washed by this long river, dragged forward, circling and surging, and unable to be free; and there are always strong ones, just like the realm of Dao and fruit. Like those boulders that are connected to the veins of the earth, it is difficult for fate to push them away.

The river flow stone does not turn, that's why.

Unless the boulder is washed to pieces by a special method, and then its fragments are swept into different rivers of fate, then it can be manipulated arbitrarily. It is possible to shatter it if it is in a certain realm of Dao Fruit.

Wei Yuan raised his eyes thoughtfully and said, For example, Fuxi?

The green-clothed scribe nodded without hesitation, smiled and sighed, I've tried it.

It's useless.

You may not be able to imagine Fuxi's resilience, even though I have used my best efforts to involve Fuxi in different timelines into completely different fates, falling into a cliff, dying, and being trapped in a predicament that is impossible to break through. Let him get lost in one heart-wrenching fate after another, but he can always crawl out.

Relying on the obsession with Emperor Wa, like wild beasts crawling out of a dirty and rotten swamp, they finally gather together, in a state that has neither reunited nor separated from each other, and the way they crawled out Sometimes, he would roar and roar his own name with a ferocious expression on his face.

Well, I probably feel that the fact that I am in such a miserable situation is actually caused by myself in other world lines.

Because this picture is too déjà vu.

I've actually done it more than once.

The scribe in green shirt said the above words with a smile while eating his snacks with a sense of joy.

Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and said:

It's a good thing you didn't say that in front of Fuxi.

The green-shirted scribe didn't think so, and asked calmly, What if I just said it?

Will he also attack me brazenly?

No, it won't.

Contrary to the expectations of fate, Wei Yuan shook his head, with a calm expression, and said lightly:

He will attack immediately, but he doesn't want to kill you. He will give you countless snacks, and even rub your shoulders and backs, as well as superficial flattery.

And then help you make a plan.

I hope you can give me some strength to directly erase him from other timelines.

He just thinks you're useless.

It can't be done, it can't be done.

The green-clothed scholar felt choked up for a while, feeling that what the black-haired Taoist in front of him said was really absurd, but if he thought about it carefully, even he had to admit that this was indeed something Fuxi would do , sighed: Although it is so, it is really difficult to do it.

[Wahuang]'s obsession is the biggest problem that hinders Fuxi from taking a step forward.

But it is also the greatest persistence that allows him to crawl out bit by bit with his fingers on the ground even if he devotes himself to the vortex of tragic fate. Good fortune depends on misfortune, and misfortune depends on blessing, but that's all.

Of course, if I also reach the realm of detachment, then there will be no need for so many restrictions.

It is easy to erase the established destiny trajectory of all sentient beings.

The black-haired Taoist lowered his eyes and replied: Anyone can reach the transcendence.

One sentence made the scholar in green shirt unable to say more.

Wei Yuan lightly pressed his finger on the stone table, closed his eyes and thought.

Sure enough, it is still impossible to rely on the power of [Fate] to directly reverse the fate of Zhuoshi Dazun through thousands of years, so that he can directly transform from [Life] to [Death]. There was a trace of anxiety.

The main body was trapped in the catastrophe.

A ray of divine sense was also thousands of years ago, and the real timeline at this moment.

Dazun is almost detached, but Fuxi also has his own plan.

I don't know if I can make it to the appointment with Jue.

Xi Huang and Hou Tu also drifted to the past. I don't know when, have they broken the predicament?

Wei Yuan was surrounded by a series of difficulties, just placed in front of Wei Yuan.

The anxiety in the bottom of my heart is like ripples on the water.

Wei Yuan let out a breath slowly, the distracting thoughts in his heart were like ripples, after they surfaced, they all calmed down without any waves.

The scholar in green shirt smiled and said:

Finding that you can't help them, are you restless?

I found out that other people are fighting on the front line, but I can only watch from a distance, and now I can't even watch from a distance, so is it even more depressing?

His tone is gentle and sincere, as if the relationship is very good.

But he was looking for every opportunity to attack Wei Yuan's Dao Heart.

The black-haired Taoist glanced at him and said flatly:

If this battle is really the last one, I won't be too late.

It's nothing more than calming down for a thousand years, waiting for the time to pass slowly, and then stepping into the battlefield.

Therefore, there is no need to fear, no need to worry.

Just wait patiently, practice quietly, that's all.

Today I'm going to talk about how to use [cause and effect] to reverse fate?

The green-shirted scribe lowered his eyes. This has been delayed for a long time. He learned Wei Yuan's swordsmanship, but what he talked about was also the way of [cause and effect]. , but the gap has not reached the level enough to ignore this cause and effect.

So with a sigh, he picked up a fallen leaf and said:

In fact, you have already mastered the power to control the fate of the common people, at least partially.

What do you think is fate?

Is it the change of one thing and one thing, or the accumulation of countless experiences in a lifetime?

It's all, and it's not. The most basic point of the so-called fate is [state]. Your state has been changed. This is the simplest fate. For example, a living person dies suddenly, a healthy person gets sick, or is seriously injured. A person lying in bed waiting to die suddenly heals, this is a basic unit of fate.

There's also something out of nothing.

The green-clothed scribe casually dropped the fallen leaves from his hands.

The fallen leaves turned into a stream of light and stepped onto the ground, then took root, sprouted and branched, and soon turned into a sapling, and the green-clothed scribe pointed at the sapling, saying: There was no such tree in the first place, But now, it's here.

Thousands of years later, towering trees will grow here for a moment.

It's its destiny to be created.

During the millennium, there will be someone who enjoys the shade at the foot of this mountain, avoiding the wind and rain, avoiding the cold and then going down the mountain to die in a short time. This can be regarded as indirectly changing the fate of another person, and this person may have made a career because of it. , became an official through the imperial examination, and finally controlled the river floods, saving hundreds of lives.

This is changing destiny.

However, among those who were rescued, children were born among them. Among the children were wicked bandits. One day, it was the man who was taking the cold and returned to his hometown, but was intercepted and killed by the bandits. This is still true. destiny.

The savior or the wicked.

Wicked people follow the principle of revenge without scruples, but they may kill their benefactors.

It's impermanence.

The scholar in green shirt pointed to Zhu Yuanzhang, who was practicing martial arts hard at the foot of the mountain, and said:

Another example, I will shoot now and kill him.

If there were no Zhu Yuanzhang in this era, the first level would change his own destiny, and the second level would change the fate of the people around him. Those who died under Zhu Yuanzhang's hands might survive and be more likely to make achievements; and Zhu Yuanzhang's friends may not be able to make the achievements of the previous life again; but take another big step.

Wouldn't the world be stable without Zhu Yuanzhang?

No, but another dynasty will not be the Ming Dynasty. There will be no policies and changes during the Ming Dynasty. How many people's fate will be affected from then on? Even if there will be a unified dynasty that restores China's clothes, But it may not be the time of Ming, it may be early, or it may be late.

This is the fate of the entire [era].

The green-clothed scribe raised his eyes, and saw that the black-haired Taoist over there seemed to have realized something.

He has no secrets.

Just like Wei Yuan didn't think that in the way of swordsmanship, scholars in green shirts could surpass him.

[Fate] It is impossible for those who are also proud of themselves to surpass themselves on the road.

Just sip tea in peace and watch the sun turn around.

The sun sets, the bright moon rises in the east, and then the bright moon sets in the west, and the sun rises.

Yin and Yang change, day and night alternate, so after seven days.

A slight ripple appeared in Wei Yuan's eyes.

Said to himself: Fate...

The scholar in green shirt sat upright on the bluestone where Wei Yuan was sitting, fishing for thousands of seas of clouds, and said loudly:

The common people in the world, and the infinite world, are like tributaries pervading, revealing the bottom of the eye.

And we are detached from it, overlooking the thousands.

You don't need to take action to change the fate of everyone. You only need to move your fingers at will, you can change the fate of one person, and then thousands of people, and then overturn the waves of the whole world. It’s hard to affect you and me.”

The common people are suffering, and you and I are here to overlook its changes.

[Fate] is the closest road to detachment.

How, is Tianzun enlightened?

The green-clothed scribe got up, put the bamboo pole aside, and said with a loud smile:

Cause and effect, you call my avenue [manipulation].

It is to control the thinking of all living beings, and then further control all living beings, yes, but it is not what I am looking for. The real power of [fate] can control all living beings without any thoughts raised in the heart.

The way is fair, fate is ruthless!

All living beings are but puppets on a string.

However, this line is in your hands, Tianzun.

The scholar in green shirt spread his hands and said with a smile:

How, do you want to try it, the feeling of manipulating the fate of all things and all beings?

Try to see the state of mind that is closest to detachment?

And, the closest to the realm of Fuxi and His Holiness Zhuoshi at this moment?

Control this state of mind, and after thousands of years of hard work, you will be able to deal with the Great Master and solve all disasters.

There was a smile in the eyes of the green-clothed scribe, and he pressed lightly on Wei Yuan's shoulders. There seemed to be ripples in his eyes, and his face seemed to change. He had faintly transformed into an absolutely harmless and beautiful woman. Appearance, Jue's aura, and Jue's fate.

But it seemed to carry a hint of the breath of a dragon girl in green clothes.

At this moment, no matter from the air mechanism or from the level of destiny.

He seemed to be Jue, and he was an existence that Wei Yuan could trust.

Pressing the palm of the hand, the voice said softly: There is no need to hesitate.

Don't worry about it either.

As long as you want, you can.

He smiles:

I will always help you.

The palm fell gently.

Just as he was about to fall, the other hand firmly grasped His wrist.

Cold and indifferent.

As if cast iron!

PS: The first update today...