Numerologist

The parrot's claws tugged at Mo Zifei's skirt, and called out eagerly, "Feifei, calm down, you are a fortune teller who wants to maintain the balance of the three thousand worlds!"

With a slight frown, Mo Zifei looked coldly at the monks who were struggling to survive, and replied nonchalantly, "The left and right are just a bunch of insignificant rubbish. If they are gone, they will be gone."

"Although I am disgusted with their righteous hypocrisy, my lord, please be merciful. If the wind blows again, the earth will be torn apart. At that time, the spiritual veins will break, the spiritual energy will dissipate, and this world will be over." White Fox Very upset, if he had known it would turn out like this, he should have persuaded the adults to leave first, and here he is tossing a hair with these gangsters!

"No, it's just that there is no spiritual energy and no cultivators." Mo Zifei chuckled softly.

"Grass! My lord, this is my world. I haven't even told it to give up. Why are you ruining it?!" The white fox was almost pissed off by Mo Zifei's attitude. In the middle world, without aura, it is equivalent to losing half of a person's life!

In the first half of his life, he was hunted down by the so-called Righteous Way, hiding in Tibet, and lost his cultivation in the second half of his life, but even so, he still liked this world.

The furious white fox savagely bit Mo Zifei's neck and shoulder. His sharp teeth pierced into the flesh and blood flowed down immediately.

"What are you doing, son of a bitch!" the parrot roared angrily, pounced on the fox and scratched the fox's face desperately.

Patter, a drop of blood fell on the white dragon jade pendant.

The jade pendant suddenly emitted a burst of white light, buzzing and vibrating.The phantom of the white dragon flew out of the jade pendant, flew around Mo Zifei, and swept its tail on Si Yuan, and saw a flash of light, and Si Yuan changed back into the lyre again.

"Master..." Mo Zifei murmured softly, facing Bai Longxuying's dim eyes, he closed his eyes hard for a while, "I understand."

Fingertips slide over the strings, and the raging hurricane gradually dissipates with the sound of the piano.

My mind is full of scenes before going down the mountain to practice.

On the top of the snowfield, the master solemnly handed over the jade pendant and Feigong to Mo Zifei, and said solemnly: "Zifei, from today onwards, you are the No.17 generation fortune teller. Remember..."

"The first rule of a numerologist: You can't be entangled with anyone's lifeline. As a numerologist, you should put aside your personal feelings, have a righteous heart, and take the common people in the world as your own responsibility."

"The second rule of a fortune teller: Once the god sacrifices three thousand ways, there will be no turning back, and those who break the contract will be expelled from the three thousand worlds forever."

Mo Zifei knelt in front of his master, clutching the jade pendant and Feigong tightly in his hands. He really wanted to ask his master: So, this is why the master has imprisoned himself here for many years and ignored the dragons at the bottom of the mountain. Because the way of heaven ruled that "the human race should prosper, and the dragon race should decline"?

"Put the imprint of the soul into Feigong, and the oath will be fulfilled." Master explained.

After a moment of silence, Mo Zifei raised his head to look at Master, and replied firmly, "Master, I haven't figured it out yet. I want to enter the world and experience it before making a decision."

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But now, he has taken over the mantle of his master and become a fortune teller.

Mo Zifei looked at the devastated land with cold eyes. After the god sacrificed to the three thousand ways, his soul gradually merged with the three thousand ways. In his eyes, the three thousand worlds were just a grain of sand in the vast sea of ​​stars.

One thought of death, one thought of life.

Flick the ice string with your fingertips, the soft sound of the piano flows across the earth, the cracks are smoothed inch by inch, the grass and trees start to grow wantonly again, and the fine rain washes away the blood...

"Let's go."

Mo Zifei left with the white fox and parrot.

Behind them, the surviving monks lay on the green grass and fell into a deep sleep.

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In a tea house in a small town near Ming Sha Temple.

Mo Zifei and Bai Li in human form were both wearing black cloaks, sitting facing each other drinking tea.Bai Li was a little apprehensive, staring down at the table without speaking.

The parrot hiding under the cloak was also a bit listless, but it was better than Bai Li. She pecked at the melon seeds that Mo Zifei brought to her mouth, and asked in puzzlement, "Are those people on the right path stupid? Why can't they think about it so much? Come to provoke our fortune teller?"

She has always known that Feifei is very powerful, but to be honest, before today, she never knew that this kind of strength could destroy the world...

"You really wronged them for this." Bai Li glanced at Mo Zifei timidly, "Their most powerful is only the cultivation level of the transformation stage, and they can't even step through the void, so how could they know?" The existence of a fortune teller."

"Then how did you recognize Feifei at a glance?" The parrot didn't believe it, obviously the dead dog's strength was weaker.

Bai Li: "I can recognize it because I have seen a fortune teller before."

"How is it possible?! Did you have to come to this world?" The parrot was even more disbelieving.

Mo Zifei stopped drinking tea, "What does he look like?"

"Actually, I didn't see it with my own eyes. I have seen it in the memory of our Phantom Fox lineage." Bai Li replied after deliberation, "I can't see the appearance, but it is similar to an adult. They are all white and black. Sex is not an attack."

"It's not me." It's not the master either.

Bai Li frowned and tried his best to recall, "It's definitely not, that lord gives people a very different feeling."

"Why is it different?" The parrot poked its head out and asked curiously.

"I don't know how to say it." Bai Li couldn't think of any words to describe it, "It just feels very special, just... as if the Tao of Heaven is standing in front of you."

But the parrot doesn't understand what it feels like.

"My memory is a bit fuzzy. I can clearly hear words like 'enforcer' and 'clean up' after the lord said something." Bai Li said as he quietly glanced at Mo Zifei.

The master fortune teller in the inheritance memory brought him several levels of coercion than the terrifying one in front of him.When he thinks of the picture in his memory now, he still can't help but tremble all over.

The water in the teacup was cold, Mo Zifei just jumped out of his deep thoughts, glanced at Bai Li lightly, and changed the subject, "Tell me about the situation in Ming Sha Palace."

On the way here, Bai Li had already confessed his affairs to them.He and He Junlan are best friends, so naturally he would not harm He Junlan.The situation at that time was that He Junlan was in the process of being promoted from the stage of transforming into a god into the stage of crossing the catastrophe, but unexpectedly, she was secretly attacked by the demon lord Xie Fenshui, and the catastrophe failed.

When he arrived, it was too late to save his friend's soul, so he had to use the forbidden technique of their phantom fox lineage, devoured He Junlan's body and soul, refined it into soul beads in his body, and then integrated it into his own soul middle pregnancy.

It's just that something went wrong halfway, he was chased and killed by Zheng and Demon, and he was seriously injured. Fortunately, a mortal woman rescued him, but lost his soul orb on the woman.Now the soul orb has merged with the woman's soul, absorbing the opponent's soul power and reducing the opponent's lifespan.Bai Li had no choice but to go against the sky to continue the life of the woman and protect her by her side.

Bai Li and Xie Fenshui had never dealt with each other, but after this incident, they became eternal enemies.Coupled with the warning memory about the world line extracted by the lyre, he even believed that Xie Fenshui was the one who harmed the world.

Therefore, they planned to sneak into the Ming Sha Temple to check the situation.

"I'm still familiar with Mingsha Palace. The outer area is the settlement area of ​​ordinary demon cultivators. The closer to the center, the stronger the demon cultivator's strength. The palace of the demon lord Xie Fenshui is at the very center. If we want to enter, we can go to ..."