Who made me a peerless genius

Ming Zongyi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Since it's not accurate, then what's the point of fortune-telling."

"Praying to gods and worshiping Buddhas is useless, why do people ask gods to worship Buddhas?" Daoist Changsheng calmed down, "It's nothing more than seeking peace of mind, and the sculptures don't know what to say, but Pindao can say it... ..Besides, not all hexagrams are inaccurate, does the layman think it makes sense?"

"I'll have to wait until I do the calculations to find out." Ming Zongyi glanced over. Throughout the ages, hexagram masters have used a lot of props for divination, such as tortoise shells, copper coins and bones to count yarrow, etc. The calculations are really endless, but Up to the Wu Dynasty, the orthodoxy of the hexagram master divination was only Zunguang Liulizhuan, which appeared in the Tibetan Dynasty and quickly became orthodox. The internal mechanism was ingenious, and it was made of colored glaze. Before the Tibetan Dynasty, The value of colored glaze is higher than that of jade, but after the Tibetan Dynasty, it was not as exaggerated as people imagined.

On the stall of Changsheng Daoist, there is a Zunguang glazed wheel, which is cylindrical in shape as a whole, with a rotating mechanism inside, corresponding to the sixteen reincarnation fates in the reincarnation scriptures in all directions.

After pondering for a while, Ming Zongyi, who was a little uncertain about the purpose of Daoist Changsheng, decided to start with something insignificant.

"Then, please ask the Taoist priest to calculate my fortune."

Immortal Changsheng asked Ming Zongyi's birth date, and began to turn the Zunguang Liuli switch. On the way, he chatted casually with Ming Zongyi, asked some irrelevant questions, and turned the switch according to Ming Zongyi's answer. Zunguang Liulizhuan.

Ming Zongyi was a little surprised. He said, "Do you still need to ask me? I don't know much about divination, but I remember that only the horoscope of birth is enough for this statue of Guangliulizhuan."

"In the previous dynasty, it was indeed the case." Changsheng Daoist said with a faint smile, "At that time, the hexagram masters paid attention to knowing fate and obeying the sky. Also. Success or failure is ultimately attributed to the destiny in the dark, an irresistible force. This kind of destiny is a big framework. Those who know their destiny should do what they should do within this big framework. A gentleman is also'."

Ming Zongyi whispered: "Taizu did say such things, and even wrote the Reincarnation Sutra, but in fact, Taizu is a person who does not believe in fate."

This is also a semi-recognized common sense. Although Taizu wrote the Sutra of Reincarnation in his middle age, advocating that "a gentleman knows his fate and obeys the sky", in fact, Taizu Zang has always been a person who does not believe in fate. As for the reason, it is not worth mentioning.

"Yes, so now, Zunguang Liuli is divided into two types, one is the Tibetan sect, and the other is the Wu sect, and I am the Wu sect." Changsheng Daoist sighed softly, "The Taizu of the Wu Dynasty does not agree with knowing fate and obeying the sky. He only believes in keeping his word."

Ming Zongyi murmured: "If you really abide by life and the way, then it doesn't matter whether you ask me or not. If you really want to stick to the ultimate pursuit of life and keep the moral principles of life, then what's the use of divination?"

Daoist Changsheng smiled slightly.

"Unbelief is also an integral part of the martial arts sect's obedience to the Tao."

There was a wonderful philosophical concept in this sentence, Ming Zongyi was in a daze for a moment, not knowing what to say, and Changsheng Daoist's movement of Zunguang Liulizhuan just happened to stop.

Daoist Changsheng glanced at it and said flatly:

"It's terrible, Layman, Liuli Zhuan shows that you are a life that cannot keep wealth. No matter what you have, you will lose it in the end."

Ming Zongyi laughed.

"Daozhang, you have already said so, so what else can I do except believe it?"

Daoist Changsheng asked: "Then what if the poor say that the layman is the life of the rich and powerful?"

Ming Zongyi said without hesitation: "Of course I believe that there is such a good thing."

"Haha..." Daoist Changsheng couldn't help laughing, "If you treat yourself well, then believe it, if you treat yourself badly, then you don't believe it. There is nothing better than this!"

Ming Zongyi asked with great interest: "Don't Taoist priests think this kind of statement is vulgar?"

Daoist Changsheng did not answer Ming Zongyi directly. With a faint smile on his face, he asked instead: "Taizu said: If there is a will, there is a way, but in fact we all know that things can't be achieved by just having aspirations. The sentence is wrong, but it has been around for 700 years, has anyone ever stood up with great fanfare and said that this sentence is wrong?"

Ming Zongyi replied: "Of course not, because whether this sentence is right or wrong has nothing to do with its core."

"Good." Daoist Changsheng smiled and nodded slightly, "The purpose of Taizu's words is to inspire those who are frustrated and give them a will to work hard. But to put it bluntly, it's okay to pray to God and worship Buddha. Whether it is divination or asking for a lottery, which is not the case, they all want to get something they need, courage, determination, or something else... Unfortunately, many people can't understand the meaning of it. True meaning, to regard everything as an irresistible will of God, to really put all hope into praying to gods and Buddhas, this is really..."

Daoist Changsheng showed emotion on his face, and said softly:

"Be good to yourself, then believe it, treat yourself badly, then don't believe it, the layman is in the best state, how can he be vulgar?"

"Then, does the Taoist still want to divination for me?"

"Ha ha......"

Ming Zongyi didn't speak again, he stood up and led Boxi into the Taoist temple.

After entering the Taoist temple, Bo Xi couldn't help saying: "This Taoist priest is actually a wonderful person."

Ming Zongyi thought secretly in his heart:

【"If he really just happened to set up a stall there, it would be wonderful..."】

The two went deep into the Taoist temple, and soon came to the main hall. The Taoist priest of the Longevity Temple stepped forward and introduced the gods enshrined in the temple to the two. Although they are both related to longevity, they have different powers. pay attention to.

Ming Zongyi finally chose the Taoist Bodhisattva. Because of the troubled times of 300 years, the Taoist mythology system in Shenzhou was somewhat chaotic. Among them, Ezhou, a place isolated from the world, was the most, and even many Bodhisattvas were included in the Taoist mythology system. He is not even willing to change his name to Cihangdaoren or something like that.

Ming Zongyi kowtowed slightly, and then made a prayer.

【"..."】

"What wish did Young Master Ming make?"

Having fulfilled her wish, Bo Xi came to Ming Zongyi's side.

Ming Zongyi didn't give a damn, and replied: "I hope you are safe."

"This is really...unexpectedly ordinary." Hearing this, Bo Xi was a little surprised. She thought that with Ming Zongyi's strength and age, she would have some more ambitious ideas. In the mythology system of Zhouzhou, Dow Bodhisattva is an 'Almighty God'.

Ming Zongyi smiled and said, "A little vulgar?"

When Bo Xi heard this, she couldn't help but chuckled. She cleared her throat, and imitated the tone of Daoist Changsheng: "It's the best wish, how can it be vulgar?"

Chapter 110 Four You Should Have Killed Him Long Ago

(PS still yesterday)

The next day, morning.

Ming Zongyi came to the yard and began to do morning exercises. Today, this kind of morning exercise is of little use to him, but Ming Zongyi still retains this habit.

But at some point, a figure appeared at the gate of the yard.

"How long are you going to stay in Ezhou?"

Undoubtedly, it was Bo Xue who came, and Ming Zongyi couldn't remember exactly how many times Bo Xue asked such a question, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother Bo is in a hurry to drive me away? "

"I don't mean that." Bo Xue's expression remained unchanged, he walked into the yard, and said lightly, "I just think it's a pity for you to stay here. Think about it, you are the most valuable military test leader in the Wu Dynasty , both civil and military leaders, many people even think that you have already reserved a seat on the Tianbang, and you are the sweet pastry in the eyes of many people. If I were you, I would not waste my time in a poor place like Erzhou. I wasted my bright life."

"Hmm..." Ming Zongyi pondered for a moment, and was about to speak, but his eyes suddenly turned to the gate of the courtyard, Gong Yin walked out of it just right, "Brother Gong, what do you think?"

The son-in-law of the Dragon King who was obviously the number one in the world but stayed at Master Yaoguang's house eating and drinking and waiting to die was taken aback. With his character, he originally wanted to answer Ming Zongyi's 'none of my business' or say something to Bo Xue. 'It's none of your business', but now the situation is special, he rolled his eyes slightly, and said in a very ambiguous and thought-provoking tone: "Zi Feiyu, An Zhiyu is happy."

These words are really meaningful, especially when they fall into the ears of a caring person like Bo Xue, they can hear many different flavors.

Ming Zongyi stopped his morning exercise, and was somewhat puzzled by Gong Yindao's attitude: "Why do you say that?"

"You're still pretending!" Gong Yin said with a smile, "I used to be very diligent in practicing internal skills, and I stayed in my room all day long and didn't go out. What are you doing now? I see you, tsk tsk~"

This is because I completed the fully automated practice method...

Ming Zongyi secretly poked and complained in his heart.

Although Bo Xue is very reluctant to admit it, he and Gong Yin have quite the same thoughts on this aspect.

【"I have to find a reason...huh?"】

Just as Bo Xue was meditating, there was a loud eagle cry in the sky. Ming Zongyi looked up, and saw a very handsome flying eagle hovering over Huaiyu Palace.

This kind of Flying Eagle Ming Zongyi has been seen many times, and now he looks at Bo Xue.

"Brother Bo, is this yours?"

"Yes, it took me a lot of effort to get this one. I'm in Ezhou. If I don't have this kind of flying eagle and boat, I will be blind, lame and deaf." Bo Xue responded and whistled. Called down the flying eagle.

This kind of flying eagle is almost owned by the direct descendants of the Yaoguang family, but if you think it is cheap, you are very wrong. You can only say that the Yaoguang family is really rich, but you don’t know. When will the emperor open this gift pack for customs clearance—yes, it is not a gift pack for beginners but a gift pack for customs clearance.

As the eagle landed, Bo Xue removed the thin bamboo tube tied to its body, and pulled out a piece of paper from it.

He glanced a few times, and his expression changed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Gong Yin saw that Bo Xue's expression changed, and his tone was a little more serious, "What happened?"

Bo Xue breathed out a foul breath, he looked up at Gong Yin, and said in a low voice:

"Gong Yin...you should have killed him long ago."

"Who?"

"Wei Hanhai."

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Drop, drop, drop.

The dungeon is dark and cold, and the humidity is so heavy that even the water ghosts will be shabby when they come. The only sound is the water droplets dripping along the cold stone wall. on the spine.

Cold, desolate, and dead.

Thousands of years later, just by standing at the entrance of this dungeon and taking a look inside, one can make up a two-hour horror movie, but it is unbelievable that this dungeon has not been abandoned. The last prisoner is still being held.

blah blah...

Suddenly, clear and crisp footsteps resounded in the dungeon, and a tall middle-aged man walked in slowly. He was wearing a robe made of colorful purple brocade, his eyes were dark and deep, and he exuded an unfathomable aura. smell.

The man walked into the dungeon. There were empty cells on both sides. The damp and moldy straw gave off an unacceptable smell of corruption. He walked through the narrow and dark corridors and reached the deepest part of the dungeon.

In the deepest part of the dungeon, there is a shriveled and thin old man with a pale complexion and no hair all over his body. He looks like a monster in a ghost novel. There were waves of fear, even if there were dozens of extremely thick iron chains locked on him, they could not bring any sense of security to those who saw him.

"You're not dead yet..."

The middle-aged man's steady and hoarse voice sounded, he came to the old man, and asked seriously: "With your cultivation level, if you want to commit suicide, no one in the world can stop you...so, why do you want to commit suicide?" Why don't you die?"

Asking why a person doesn't die is really an idiotic question, but there are indeed some situations in this world that can only be dealt with by death, and that is the abyss of pain that no one can climb out of... Obviously, the old man has fallen to the deepest part of this abyss of pain. For him, death is undoubtedly a relief.

"Ha ha......"

The old man spoke, his voice was dry and hoarse, like two rough stones being pressed together by a huge force and rubbing against each other, he said intermittently: "As long as you live, anything is possible... This truth, but your sister Taught me."

The man's expression didn't change, he asked calmly: "Does it also include escaping from here?"

The old man smiled strangely: "Hehe...Of course."

"You clearly know what I'm going to do, but I thought you would choose to commit suicide to disgust me. After all, this is the only resistance you can make." The man said, "I didn't expect that you just want to live."

The old man opened his mouth and laughed, it was pitch black inside, and he didn't even have a single tooth.

"Hehe, it's not the last moment yet, how can it be regarded as the last resistance?"

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly. The old man quickly understood the meaning of the silence, and he spoke slowly, with a low voice: "So that's it...it's the end, isn't it?"

"It's the end." The middle-aged man sat down cross-legged, "I have fully understood the true meaning of the Siye Festival... This is the end of your life, Li Yan."

Chapter 110 Five, Li Yan's Death

Li Yan... the leader of the Datianluo Demon Sect of the previous generation, no one could have imagined that he has fallen into such a state now.

"I didn't expect... With your talent, you actually comprehended all the mysteries of the Siye Festival and innovated on them. Up to now, you even want to absorb my inner breath with the pulse of death." Li Yan let out a strange voice Smiling low, "It's not bad, you are already a legend now, but it's not enough, if I want to commit suicide, you can't stop me."

Wei Hanhai said calmly: "Whether you succeed or not, I will let you die... You have lived too long, in fact, you should have died long ago."

"Hehe..." Li Yan, who was in the deepest part of hell, was always smiling for some reason, and he said, "If you really want to kill me, you won't be able to make up for the Siye Festival."

"Si Ye Ji, I have already completed it... Li Yan, look into my eyes."

Li Yan's heart sank, and when he looked up, Wei Hanhai was staring at him with indifferent eyes, there was no awe-inspiring killing intent in it, but because of this, Li Yan was sure that he was dead.

He said slowly: "It seems that you have made up your mind."

"As early as six years ago, I made this determination, but I haven't poured out enough of my anger." Wei Hanhai whispered, "That night, she left her husband, her daughter, and returned to the university. Tianluo Demon Sect, in order to let my incompetent brother survive... Before going to see you, she came to see me and told me to live and win, Li Yan, you know that I was In what mood did you answer her?"

The "she" in Wei Hanhai's mouth naturally refers to his sister, Mu Ling's mother.

"Incompetent brother...you are too modest, Wei Hanhai." Li Yan laughed lowly, "When Gong Yin and her escaped, I am afraid that you were the one who contributed to the flames, I will say that What happened to the two civil strife... However, Gong Yin really surprised me. A mere life-threatening vein has cultivated such a peerless and invincible martial art. How is he now? Could it be that he became Abandoned the leader of the martial arts, and confronted you from afar?"

Perhaps it was because people were about to die, Li Yan talked more.

"He hides his name now and works as the son-in-law of Master Yaoguang. Few people know that he is the strongest in this life."

"...?" Li Yan was slightly taken aback, "The girl survived?"

Wei Hanhai shook his head: "Because of that trick, even Gong Yin and I had no reason to survive, let alone her."

Li Yan was even more surprised, and murmured in a low voice: "Then, is he still married?"

"Yes."

"..." Li Yan sighed inexplicably, "Wei Hanhai, you have indeed won against me, but I still look down on you. It is true that you endured humiliation, swallowed your anger, and succeeded with your tenacious will and incomparable calculations. You are a great person, but you are not a man, if I were you, I would never let my sister die like this."

Wei Hanhai's eyes were dim, and he didn't respond.

Li Yan raised his head slightly, and the iron chains around him rattled.

"However, Gong Yin is different. If there is anyone I admire in my life, he is definitely the only one. He despises the injustice brought to him by fate, rises from adversity, and still hasn't lost himself after changing his fate against the sky. The unquenchable anger ignited, and then extinguished it with my own hands... I really have nothing to say about losing to him."

Wei Hanhai didn't have much expression on his face, he whispered:

"What's the point of saying that now?"