After a bit more than a day, Lan Mu and Luo Yan arrived at Henan.
The two of them came here as tourists, so they weren't disturbed by Qianlong's people, so they naturally didn't have to be restrained.
In a place like the capital, if Qianlong discovered a humanoid anomaly causing trouble, who knows what he would do. Even the renowned Qianlong himself had erasure anomalies.
"Henan is different, it's fine if the anomaly doesn't have an owner, but if it does, it'll depend on whether or not it knows what's good for it."
After switching between the Treasure-hunting Mouse's senses several times, Lan Mu and Luo Yan finally arrived at Mt. Song.
Mt. Song was home to Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, as well as a Shaolin temple on top of the mountain and a Taoist temple at the bottom of the mountain.
Lan Mu's target was at the top of the mountain, the Shaolin temple.
As they climbed up the mountain, they were surrounded by tourists from all over the world. After all, Shaolin was the Ancestral Court of Zen Buddhism, a thousand-year-old temple, so there would always be people who came here because of its reputation.
However, there were far fewer of them compared to before. If one didn't know better, they would've thought this place was just a small temple.
"A dozen or so people … Shaolin temple shouldn't have declined so much, right?" Lan Mu was puzzled.
Luo Yan was stunned and looked at Lan Mu, wanting to say something, but hesitated.
"What's the matter?" Lan Mu noticed that Luo Yan seemed to know why.
Luo Yan smiled awkwardly: "Because of the angel …"
"Hahaha!" Lan Mu couldn't help but laugh. It was pure darkness under the light, he himself had forgotten how much influence angels had on the world's faith.
In the past, not many people in China believed in God, but now that everyone knew about the descent of angels, regardless of whether they believed in it before or not, everyone believed in it now.
After all, it wasn't a loss to pray to a True God.
This move had instantly shaken the foundations of other religions. The Church of God and the Church of Green were still fine, because their religions were similar and had been suspected of copying each other, and they all had angels.
However, the Buddhist and Taoist religions were in trouble. Faced with the appearance of a six-winged angel, they all began to rack their brains to make their religions more similar.
For example, the Buddhists originally had the Three Angels, as well as the Celestial Being, but these two didn't have a fixed image, they had always symbolized birth, old age, sickness, and death, not to mention a six-winged angel.
Therefore, they forcefully put the Buddhist angel on Gabriel. As for why she was called Gabriel, the Buddhists said that all of this was illusory and not important.
Buddhism barely managed to muddle through, but the Shaolin Temple was a Zen Sect and would not intuitively include Gabriel into their system.
The Buddha's's's's's's's's's's's'.
.'s's's's's's, what's the point's's's? It would be better to pray to the angels. The angels could broadcast live to the world and were omnipotent. They would definitely be able to hear the wishes of their believers.
Since ancient times, Buddhism had changed in the Middle Earth. If one went to a temple, one must have a wish. If one did not have a wish, why would one worship Buddha? ..........................................
After listening to Luo Yan's explanation, Lan Mu sighed. Both the Buddhists and Taoists were implicated. Who told him to become an angel? If he became an immortal, the Taoists would've been able to ascend to heaven.
Thinking about it this way, today wasn't a special day, but there were still a dozen or so people coming to the temple, which was already a lot.
"My Lord, I remember that after the angel appeared a few days ago, the Shaolin Temple was completely deserted for a period of time. Aside from their own people, no tourists came here. Now that there are guests, they must've used some kind of method to rope them in "Luo Yan suddenly said.
"Oh?" Lan Mu nodded. He was almost certain that the Shaolin Temple had an anomaly. Could it be that they used it during the crisis of faith?
Looking at the father and son climbing the mountain in front of him, Lan Mu quickly caught up and greeted them.
"Hello, are you also here to visit the Shaolin Temple?"
The uncle smiled and said: "You can say that, we're here to fulfill a vow"
"Fulfill a vow …" Lan Mu's eyes lit up. If it was related to an anomaly, wouldn't it be a vow that was related to fulfilling a vow?
But then he was disappointed. From the uncle's words, he learned that the Shaolin Temple didn't have anything that could grant wishes, but there was an old monk who was good at divination.
A few days ago, someone introduced this uncle to him, saying that there was a monk in the Shaolin Temple who was very accurate in his fortune-telling. So he curiously went to do the divination, and as a result, the other party's prophecies came true one by one. Under his guidance, he also changed his son's fate of accidental death.
So he thought that the old monk saved his son's life, so he brought his son up the mountain to thank him.
"Fortune-Telling … seems to be quite good."
Lan Mu extended his psychic power into the temple and scanned the entire temple. There were basically only monks inside, and very few believers.
Soon, he followed the uncle's description and found an old fortune-telling monk in a side hall.
At this time, the old monk was helping a wealthy merchant with divination. Without any unnecessary ceremony, the merchant directly pulled out a wooden stick from a pot with a sentence written in cinnabar on it.
"When King Wen meets Feng Ming, he is like a fish turning into a dragon. This is the best divination."
The merchant was overjoyed. This divination was so good that he didn't need to know that his luck had changed.
Unexpectedly, the old monk frowned slightly while holding the pot and didn't congratulate him. Instead, he said, "When King Wen meets Feng Ming, King Wu turns into a dragon …"
At first, the merchant didn't understand what it meant. Then he realized that it meant that only his son would have the luck to turn into a dragon, and he would die.
"Master Kong Chan, what do you mean? My friend said that you can predict the future. Tell me in detail! "the merchant asked.
The old monk used to only follow divination books. But since the appearance of the angel, no one cared about the temple. The Shaolin Group was in a major crisis, and a series of their businesses were losing money.
Then he began to read divination books for people in detail, saying things that the divination books didn't say. It was almost like he was predicting the future.
"Tomorrow you will meet a benefactor, who will help you achieve an extraordinary career. You will trust him very much. But next year, you will die because of this. After that, he will take over your business and raise your son. "
The merchant felt like he was struck by lightning. He was less than forty years old. Anyone who knew that he only had one year left to live would be stunned.
"You won't die of natural causes. Tomorrow, on July 15th, you will be killed by someone. If you didn't choose to trust that benefactor, you won't succeed in achieving greater success, and you won't die. It's up to you how to choose your own fate, "the old monk said.
The merchant understood. If he didn't gamble with someone on a big business and rise like a dragon … he wouldn't die. Otherwise, he would be killed next year.
"Who is the one who killed me? Can you tell me clearly?"
The old monk smiled and said, "I don't know. From the moment you heard my divination, everything might be different. This is an inevitable correction for revealing the secrets of heaven. If you want to live, you have to give up your great future achievements and change your fate."
To put it bluntly, he wouldn't die if he didn't seek death. When he obtained extraordinary achievements, he would also pay the price of his life. In the end, the one who would enjoy the achievements would be his son.
It was up to the merchant whether he chose to die to benefit his son or to preserve his life and live his current life.
After sending the merchant away, the old monk shook his head and stroked the lot pot in his hand.
He was considered a senior in the temple. Relying on his seniority, he owned the shares of the Shaolin Group. The lot pot in his hand came from a dusty corner of the temple. He didn't know how long it had been in the temple.
After getting the lot pot, he found that it had a unique divination ability. With the lot pot in hand, he could know the basic fate of the person who drew the lot.
For example, which day would they rise, which day would they fall, which day would they be born, which day would they die …
When would they meet the most important person in their life? Who was their destined marriage? He knew all the important things in life.
However, when he got the lot pot, he was already very old. He maintained the reverence for Buddha and the secrets of heaven in his heart, so he didn't make any prophecies.
As they grew older, Shaolin had long been the world of the younger generation. They were doing well and had made many derivative businesses to make money. It was no longer the same old way as before. It was no longer important whether others were devout believers in Buddhism or comprehending Buddhism. So what if he revealed the secrets of heaven? The future would change.
Besides, Shaolin Temple forbade the divination of internal members. There had never been such a business. Divination was too easy to be criticized. Shaolin, which had many financial resources, didn't need it. Therefore, he had hardly used the lot pot in the past few years.
If it weren't for the appearance of the angel, which made Shaolin fall into turmoil and many disciples who thought that Shaolin had no future left, he might never show this divination ability.
The old monk, who was sitting on the futon in a daze, suddenly shook the lot pot in his hand. He was stunned. This kind of situation had never happened before.
With a flash of inspiration in his heart, he drew a lot.
It was written, "Xiang Yu is trapped in the Wu River. The ship has lost its moorings. This is the next divination!"
On the surface, the ship has lost its moorings. It meant that one wanted to do something but lost the most important tool. Xiang Yu was trapped in the Wu River. He was besieged on all sides. It meant that he was in a difficult situation with no way to escape. In addition, the ship has lost its moorings.
The old monk held the lot pot and drew a lot for himself. Therefore, the lot pot told him his fate in an instant.
In a few minutes, he would lose the lot pot in his hand and die under the lot pot.
"So that's how it is. No wonder I couldn't divine my fate before. It turned out that the moment I lost the lot pot was the time of my death."
"Before this day, it's never the time … The future of all living things is uncertain. Only my future is absolutely doomed …"
The old monk sighed and then saw two people walking quickly into the side hall.
It was Lan Mu and Luo Yan. They were one step ahead and arrived here before the other tourists arrived.
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