Yuan Tingshan asked curiously, "I can still feel Qi. I know that the Daoist sect you're from has a few sayings about listening to Qi, looking inside, and guarding the orifices. However, I really don't believe in fate. "
The middle-aged Daoist smiled, "Do you only believe in the blade in your hand?"
Yuan Tingshan did not feel ashamed at all. He nodded heavily, "Of course! I didn't believe in my parents in the past, and I won't believe in my wife in the future, let alone other people. I only believe in the blade in my hand. "
A withered yellow autumn leaf drifted in the air. The middle-aged Daoist flicked his finger, and the yellow leaf drifted over. The withered leaf was like a blade, cutting a gray butterfly beside Yuan Tingshan in half. The gray butterfly scattered on the surface of the water and was swallowed by a fish.
The middle-aged Daoist said softly, "Do you believe that this is fate? Do you believe that this action of mine will cause me to lose a few days of cultivation? The evolution of heaven and earth will form a world of its own. Life has its own rules and regulations. This is the Daoist sect's excuse for being difficult to understand. It's not as vivid as the secular world's saying. There's a scale in the human heart, and it's difficult for every family to recite scriptures. In a person's life, whether they do good or evil, it's like doing business with the heavens. It's always between positive and negative. Those who take advantage of the situation can be seen as accumulating merit money. They are all relatively shrewd merchants. This is the real foundation of the three sects. This is also the reason why only the three sects are still standing in the Hundred Schools of Thought, such as the School of Mo. To me, Zong Yi's idea is very good, but it's a pity that he can't escape the fate of losing money. You might not like to hear this, so I'll tell you more details. There's a Dragon Pond in the Celestial Master's residence. It raises over ten kinds of spiritual creatures that were found from all over the world. It uses spiritual energy to cultivate the lotus in the pond. This lotus is also known as the Longevity Fate Lotus. The bottom lotus has already bloomed for 1600 years. Currently, Mount Longhu's fate is flourishing, and there are as many as eighteen lotus flowers. Five hundred years ago, Mount Wudang was powerful, and there were only six lotus flowers in the Dragon Pond. In the recent hundred years, Qi Xuanzhen ascended, and a Celestial Master changed the emperor's fate. Later on, Mount Longhu became the sect leader, and new lotus flowers bloomed in all Daoist sects. Do you really think that Zhao Danping went down the mountain to the capital because of a dispute with Zhao Danxia's brother? That year, three lotuses of the Lotus of Providence withered for no reason. This was a situation that had never happened even when Xu Xiao attacked Mount Longhu. As the new leader of Mount Wudang connected the Providence of Heaven and Earth, another three lotuses withered in the Dragon Pool. Yuan Tingshan, do you know how much effort those nobles of the Celestial Master Mansion have put in? As for Xuanyuan Jingcheng, whom you look down upon, this person is not inferior to me in terms of the theory of providence patterns. In fact, he is even better than me. As for why I admire Xuanyuan Jingcheng so much, I won't tell you. Not reaching Celestial Phenomenon and not touching the mysteries of the heavens were not deliberately exaggerated by the ancestors. "
Yuan Tingshan was dumbfounded.
The middle-aged Daoist laughed self-deprecatingly and sat down cross-legged. "Life and death are two different things. I have cultivated for three hundred years. Back then, I went astray and cultivated to be a hermit. Now that I've talked about it, I can't stop talking. Fine, I'll talk to my heart's content today. Let's talk about the Lotus of Providence at the Dragon Pool and the Wu family's Sword Tomb. There are hundreds of thousands of ancient swords, famous swords, broken swords, and broken swords. The children of ordinary people are caught when they are one year old. After the children of the Wu family are born, they will be led by their elders to the Sword Mountain. They can only go down the mountain after they find a life sword. Do you believe that there are people who go up the mountain when they are just a few years old and can't go down the mountain until they die of old age? "
Yuan Tingshan sat closer to the middle-aged Daoist and asked in confusion, "Won't they starve to death?"
The Daoist said indifferently, "Before the age of ten, the guards of the Sword Tomb will send some food. After ten, it's up to the heavens."
Yuan Tingshan was not blindly cautious and did not know what was good for him. When he got closer, he let go of the hilt and put it aside. Hearing this secret that he had never heard of, Yuan Tingshan curled his lips and showed disdain for the Wu family's Sword Tomb. He said sarcastically, "The Wu family's Sword Tomb's glory is only when the nine swords came out of Beimang. The hundred years old and new sword gods have nothing to do with them."
The middle-aged Daoist said indifferently, "You know about Đồng Thái?"
Yuan Tingshan laughed heroically and said, "Of course. Among the sword experts today, this guy has the most celestial aura. Sooner or later, I will use this guy as a whetstone!"
The Daoist looked at the rising mist in the pond and said, "The world only knows that Đồng Thái came out of nowhere and fought with Wang Xianzhi of the Martial Emperor City to a draw. Later on, he went to the Wu family's Sword Tomb to seek revenge. However, they did not know that Đồng Thái practiced the sword in the Sword Tomb's Sword Mountain. This person was originally an illegitimate son of the Wu family. After he was discovered by the Sword Tomb, he was brought back to the family when he was six years old. According to the sect's rules, he was thrown to the Sword Immortal Realm. Who would have thought that this throw would throw a great talent who could enter the Sword Immortal Realm at any time. Wang Xianzhi is not willing to be number one in the world, but Đồng Thái is not much inferior. "
Yuan Tingshan hesitated for a moment and swallowed his words back into his stomach. This was very rare.
The middle-aged Daoist was able to see through people's thoughts and said with a smile, "You want to ask if my cultivation is compared to Đồng Thái Wang Xianzhi?"
After his thoughts were seen through, Yuan Tingshan did not pretend to be polite and said with a grin, "Yuan Tingshan is bold enough to ask."
The Daoist seemed to be modest and said, "If it's a competition of strength, of course I can't beat Wang Xianzhi. This young man with the surname Wang was said by a stubborn old man of the Dragon Tiger Mountain to be a martial artist who could compete with Ancestor Lu. Since ancient times, proving one's Dao with strength has been a wrong path. Only that young man managed to hit the right path. "
Yuan Tingshan knew that this Daoist's tone was so big that it could accommodate the whole world when he was at the edge of the deep pond in Yunjin Mountain. He did not make a fuss when he heard the middle-aged Daoist call the city lord of the Martial Emperor City a young man. Yuan Tingshan did not believe in anything but believed that whoever had the hardest fist was the boss. Since it was obvious that this immortal was an expert whose cultivation was unfathomable, even if he said that he was the Dao Ancestor or the founder of the Three Pure Ones, Yuan Tingshan would still hold his nose and cheer loudly. Moreover, Yuan Tingshan was more shocked by the terror of the Old Monster Wang's supernatural power. He clicked his tongue and said, "This old man is invincible."
The middle-aged Daoist chuckled softly and said, "A single word from a monarch can decide a person's life and death."
"You must know that the most holy of the three sects can borrow the power of heaven, earth, ghosts, and gods to turn their words into prophecies. In the past hundred years, the number of land immortals who stood out among the three sects and nine schools can be counted with one's fingers. However, in your generation, the number of land immortals can be counted with two hands. It's because that person who killed millions of people was bored and shifted the remaining fate of the eight fallen countries to another chessboard. Yuan Tingshan, I don't know if I can see you occupy a place in my lifetime. "
Yuan Tingshan was surprised and said, "Me?!"
The Daoist said calmly, "Yuan Tingshan, I don't mind telling you the truth. Killing the Crown Prince of Beiliang has cost you a lot of your fate."
Yuan Tingshan was about to draw his sword out of anger, but he managed to hold back his impulse.
The middle-aged Daoist continued, "But with you and I sitting here, I've finally returned some fate to you."
The middle-aged Yuan Tingshan's gaze was like a knife as he asked, "Immortal elder, who are you? Why are you so fond of me? I've never believed that a pie would fall from the sky. Even if it did, it wouldn't fall on Yuan Tingshan's head! "
The Daoist looked at the rainbow and muttered to himself, "Back then, I let down the country and the beauty and insisted on entering the mountain to cultivate. Why? I've thought about it for many years, but I still couldn't figure it out. Therefore, there are many things that don't make sense in the end. Why did Xuanyuan Jingcheng like that woman? Why did she choose to jump off the cliff even after seeing Xuanyuan Jingcheng's remnant soul? Also, why did that Fengdu Green Robe fall in love with Li Chungang at first sight and never forget him? In the creation of heaven and earth, there's no greater spiritual energy than humans. What is heaven's secret? It's probably the human heart. I remember back then when I watched Qi Xuanzhen and Li Chungang fight, Li Chungang went down the mountain quietly. Later on, I talked to Qi Xuanzhen about this matter and finally asked him why he never left Mount Longhu in his life. "
Yuan Tingshan couldn't wait to ask, "Why?!"
The middle-aged Daoist exhaled a long breath and said slowly, "Qi Xuanzhen said he was enlightened at the age of twelve. He knew he was Lu Dongxuan, so he waited for a red robe. However, he knew he couldn't wait for that life, so he reincarnated. He was just waiting."
Yuan Tingshan was shocked to the extreme. He said with his eyes wide open, "Immortal Qi didn't ascend, but Ancestor Lu reincarnated?! There's really reincarnation?! How can he know his past life? "
The middle-aged Daoist sighed, "I don't know who Qi Xuanzhen reincarnated as, and I waited for this life. Roughly speaking, since the time of Ancestor Lu more than five hundred years ago, based on the sixty years of life, there should be ten lifetimes, right? "
Yuan Tingshan was absent-minded as if he had fallen into a demon's trap. He suddenly became ferocious, "Hey, what Ancestor Lu reincarnated? What Immortal Qi reincarnated? I ran into that red robe, so I'll kill him first. If I can make this immortal wait for another life after five hundred years, I won't waste my time in this world!"
The Daoist narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything.
Heaven's secret was heavy.
Unfortunately, Yuan Tingshan didn't notice it at all.
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