"This is already the sixth hexagram. Do you still want to continue?" Li Qingshan asked. Although Han Qiongzhi did not mention it, this concerned the life and death of a legalist disciple. She had most likely asked Ma Buyi to divine for her. If he could determine that she was still alive, then it would not be a search mission, but a rescue mission.
Searching for the living was also a search, and searching for the dead was also a search.
Little Ann gradually became more familiar with the Cloud Bookcase of the Seven Lots, but the six consecutive hexagram were all the worst. She could not find any chance of survival at all. However, she refused to give up because it was very strange.
If Qian Rongzhi was dead, she should be able to divine the approximate location of her corpse. However, the hexagram showed that she seemed to be trapped in hell. This was the most unbelievable thing.
Hell was the home of all souls, but even with Ma Buyi's divination, it was impossible for him to reach another world.
"I want to divine one last time."
"Alright." Li Qingshan nodded. Although the spirit turtle had the ability to divine, he was only a two-ninth spirit turtle at most. At most, he could sense the danger of death.
When he was in Ancient Wind City, he had not sensed any danger even when he was trapped in Altar Master Black Lotus' formation. He had relied on his demon instincts to sense that something was wrong at the last moment, but he did not manage to escape. Of course, he felt that his senses were not sharp enough. In the end, it was more daunting than dangerous.
Little Ann clenched her hands. The seven types of yin and yang, the five elements, and the seven types of true Qi combined and condensed in a wondrous way. It was as if they were evolving the changes of all things in the world, matching with the thread of fate in the unseen world.
In the end, it condensed into a cylinder. Thousands of colors mixed and revolved in a special pattern. It was like a kaleidoscope, forming various images, scenes, and words. However, Li Qingshan only took a glance at it, and he felt dizzy.
A thin bamboo skewer. It slowly rose up from within. The cylinder disintegrated. Little Ann suddenly grasped the stick in her hand, as if she had grasped fate in the unseen world.
The Cloud Bookcase of the Seven Lots originated from the most ancient divination of the seven stars. One stick represented one's fate. It could tell good or bad luck, life or death, and know the past and future.
Li Qingshan could not see through it. He thought to himself that if he used a tortoise shell for divination, then Little Ann would be asking for a divination stick. Of course, he didn't know that his dream lover, Gu Yanying, used the Six Lines Divination Technique, which was guided by copper coins.
Of course, this was not a real lot. There was no difference between the best lot and the worst lot. Instead, it was a piece of information that appeared in the ever-changing fate. For fate itself. Fortune and misfortune, life and death, there was no difference. The only thing that mattered was the human heart.
Little Ann closed his eyes. He furrowed his brows and tried his best to free his imagination. To decipher the message in the lot.
Fate would never tell you clearly, "Hey, Zhang San, you're out of luck today." Even this simple message contained ten times more information than an encyclopedia. It was a hundred times more difficult to understand than a drunken painting by an impressionist.
The main job of the fortune-teller was to decipher the message and tell the fortune-teller, "Hey, Zhang San, you're out of luck today. You'd better not go out."
And this was a question with a time limit. The shiny bamboo stick flickered and twisted constantly. Soon, it dissipated in Little Ann's hand.
Li Qingshan asked, "How is it?"
Little Ann opened his eyes and frowned. The Cloud Bookcase of the Seven Lots was based on the previous six lots. The seventh lot was the most accurate one. She finally found a chance of survival in the hellish divination. It was so weak that it was not even a narrow escape. It was like a lonely lamp in a storm that would go out at any time.
After listening to Little Ann's explanation, Li Qingshan thought for a moment and said, "Do you want to find her?"
…
The fly confirmed the source of the smell and cautiously flew around a few times. It was a little uneasy when it didn't find its own kind.
But it couldn't resist the temptation of the smell. Driven by instinct, it flew to the round eyes of the "corpse."
For a moment, something seemed to swim through the eyes of the "corpse." The eyes of the "corpse" suddenly moved.
It fell to the ground silently, ending its short life. It lay on the ground with many of its kind.
After a short period of sobriety, the eyes moved slightly and observed the surrounding scene. Based on this, she knew how long she had been here. Her thoughts were completely broken. She felt like the biggest liar, making her think that she had been here for hundreds of years.
Reason could only play a small role. It was like picking up garbage from the ruins and trying to rebuild a city. It was ridiculous and futile.
However, she found the long-lost sense of time. Her memory returned to about three months ago.
The noon sun barely managed to penetrate the green canopy and shine into the forest, floating on a wide but shallow stream.
She stepped into the stream and disturbed the silence. She concentrated on searching for the whereabouts of the man-eating monster. She wanted to forget her original purpose, but she couldn't.
Spring was in full swing, but her heart was still stuck in that cold winter. She couldn't forget that upheaval. In the past few months, she had gained nothing. Every day, she would feel relieved, but there was another force that kept pulling her into the quagmire.
She almost wanted to give up, go thousands of miles away, find a place where no one knew her and start over again. But there was divination in the world. That person might not be able to do anything to Gu Yanying, but if he wanted to find her and kill her, it couldn't be more easy.
She stopped in the middle of the stream. After crossing this stream, she would enter the depths of the forest, which was full of all kinds of dangers. At this point, the task could be declared over.
"Are you looking for someone?"
Just as she was about to turn around, a gentle voice called out to her. The voice came from a man with a face as gentle as the voice. There was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. His black Daoist robe was as dark as the night, and the tattered hem of his robe swayed slowly with the stream.
She exhaled gently, as if a great burden had been lifted from her shoulders. The true danger she had been waiting for all this time had already arrived.
Only afterwards did she turn around slowly and bow. "Subordinate Qian Rongzhi greets Altar Lord Black Lotus." Finally, she saw the greatest person in the White Lotus Sect below the Holy Mother again.
"Qian Rongzhi, you're still bold enough to come?" Before Altar Lord Black Lotus could even say anything, a little girl in white clothes walked out from behind him. She only seemed to be five or six years old. She spoke with a childish voice, but the coldness in her eyes seemed to freeze all of her blood. She could not say anything at all. That's right, this was the White Lotus Mother, the source of her fear.
"You seem to have been looking for us the entire time?" Altar Lord Black Lotus asked curiously. They did not know about Qian Rongzhi's appearance. They were just worried it was a trap. He had gone to great lengths to prevent White Lotus from stepping into the possible trap. There was no need for him to expose their whereabouts for the sake of a measly Qian Rongzhi.
Today, he was no longer able to contain her anger, which was why he had appeared. Ma 'am Gu was not a patient person. She could not even be bothered to hunt them down, which also meant she no longer took her great enemies of the past seriously. Yes, the game had already ended.
Qian Rongzhi immediately dropped to her knees and knocked her head into the water. "Yes, Qian Rongzhi has fallen under Gu Yanying's control and committed a grave mistake. I can die ten thousand times over. I've specially come to apologise to the Holy Mother and Altar Lord!"
"Don't mention that name!" The little girl screamed.
"I'm no longer an Altar Lord. You can call me Black Lotus!"
"I'm still the White Lotus Mother!" The little girl screamed again.
"Alright, alright. You're still the White Lotus Mother." Black Lotus bent down and spoke like he was coaxing a child. Afterwards, he straightened up and rubbed his temples in distress. "I really want to spare you, but can't you come up with a better reason? The White Lotus Mother really is difficult to coax now that she's angry."
Qian Rongzhi wanted to say something, but Black Lotus raised his hand. "I don't want to listen to your lies. Please treat me with sincerity, alright? In order to make you understand the severity of the situation, if you say another lie, I'll kill you. "
"I don't want to listen to her. Black Lotus, kill her! Kill her!" The White Lotus Mother constantly stamped her foot, making the water in the stream splash everywhere.
Black Lotus grabbed the White Lotus Mother's tiny hand. "Just tell me! The White Lotus Mother is running out of patience. She stands up and looks into my eyes. Tell me, why have you come? "
Qian Rongzhi stood up and gazed into Black Lotus' clear, dark eyes. She could not utter a single word of what she had prepared, as every single word was a lie.
"I want to beg for a way out."
"Don't even think about it!" The White Lotus Mother kicked the water viciously.
Black Lotus smiled. "Very good. We have something in common now. There's no doubt that killing for the sake of hatred is pointless. Of course, not everyone believes that." For example, the tiny White Lotus Mother beside him was tempted to skin the great traitor, Qian Rongzhi, alive.
"I'm very curious. Why aren't you affected by the Heart Cleansing Technique of Clear Ripple?"
Qian Rongzhi said, "It's probably because I've practised arts of charm …"
"The Heart Cleansing Technique of Clear Ripple is not an art of charm. Do you know its origins?"
Qian Rongzhi shook her head. She did not even feel like the technique had any effect on her at all.
Black Lotus said. There had once been an eminent monk who had gone through the vicissitudes of life. He saw how the masses were all people who refused to come to their senses, so he created a technique out of great pity. He channeled his own comprehension into the minds of others, allowing them to attain enlightenment in the blink of an eye.
Even a fool could comprehend the supreme truths of the buddhist dharma, no longer being troubled by the various troubles of the world. It was known as "enlightenment". It was definitely not a method used by demonic cultivators to control people.
The Heart Cleansing Technique of Clear Ripple came from this. It was impossible to resist, as the technique itself was beneficial. After receiving the technique, it was like awakening their innate wisdom, allowing them to comprehend the past. From then onwards, there would be no bottlenecks in the mind on the path of cultivation, all the way until they reached the limits of the user's cultivation. If Hwa Seung-zan had received this technique, he would have reached Foundation Establishment a few years ago.
Only Now did Qian Rongzhi understand why all the people of the White Lotus Sect who had received this technique would smile so brightly. Even when they suffered heavy setbacks in the White Lotus Sect, they would not become dejected, as if they were filled with endless satisfaction.
Black Lotus said, "Can you tell me why?"
Qian Rongzhi lowered her head. "Actually, I really want to be like them." Since young, had she ever experienced such a peaceful moment? She could not even remember. She furrowed her brows and shook her head helplessly. "But I just can't feel happy!"
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