Wen Daolun looked him up and down, stroking his long beard and said, "Okay, you will go back in my car later."
This is what has been promised.
Then the two of them stood aside and waited for the process to finish.
Wen Daolun had to burn seven sticks of incense before he could leave. At that time, the civilian sacrifice ceremony was almost over.
He Lingchuan asked his companion in a low voice: "Why does Wen Daolun owe you a favor?"
"He occasionally goes to Shuxin Academy."
"...Teaching children?" After all, he was Commander Zhong's trusted confidant. He was so full that he went to see a group of chirping little birds?
"We teach more than just children." Shuping Academy is the best official school in Panlong City. Sun Fuling said with a smile, "He came to play chess with an old friend, my mentor Xu Shichu. Two months ago he
Here we are again, my mentor is not here, so I played a few games with him."
"Mr. Wen said that as long as I win, he will sell me a favor, and then I will..." She shrugged, "win out of three games."
"You're just using such a precious favor for me?" He Lingchuan was moved.
"Favors grow more the more you use them, rather than disappearing after they are used." Sun Fuling glanced at him, "Now it's your turn to owe me a favor."
"Easy to say." He patted his chest, "Whatever you want."
With nothing to do, He Lingchuan strolled to the edge of the altar and looked down.
Good guy, the cliffs were scorched black, and occasionally there was a flash of lightning. There should have been plants growing on the rocks, but after the three thunders, there was nothing left, it was just bare.
He Lingchuan also saw traces of lightning strikes on some rocks, but they were very old.
"I just heard the sacrificial rites. The gods sent down thunder and took away the sacrifices." He Lingchuan pointed at his feet, "Is this caused by the thunder at that time?" Even the solid rock melted, and there was no way that any living thing could be spared.
"Yes, except for the power of the gods, no one has such skill." Sun Fuling said leisurely, "Those few lightning bolts brought us not only fear, but also precious confidence."
"Because the gods are on our side?"
"Of course." Sun Fuling sighed, "You were not in Panlong City at that time, so you don't know how depressed and desperate everyone was... We were once again abandoned by the motherland, and even Commander Zhong became seriously ill with anger.
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After Panlong City became an enclave, Zhong Shengguang led his troops to defend the Panlong Wasteland for twelve years. Finally, the war situation eased and Panlong City and the West Luo Kingdom were reconnected.
However, the good times did not last long. In less than a year, war broke out again, and the weak Xiluo Kingdom once again lost contact with Panlong City. It even wanted to cede Panlong City to Baling Kingdom.
This was a huge blow to Panlong City. They had stood firm for twelve years surrounded by enemies, but this was the result.
How many twelve years are there in life?
One can imagine the despondency going up and down the Panlong City.
In this situation, if the gods did not come out to support and show amazing miracles to boost confidence, Panlong City would have collapsed long ago, without even the need for the enemy to take action.
He Lingchuan looked at the altar again.
The God-rewarding Ceremony three years ago was a turning point in the fate of the entire Panlong Wasteland. Since then, everything has been different.
After waiting for a while, the last stick of incense was almost finished burning. Wen Daolun stepped down from the altar and came over in person and said: "Okay, come with me to board the car."
His time was precious and he planned to use his return time to answer He Lingchuan's questions.
At this time, He Lingchuan pointed to the bottom of the cliff and said, "Look, there are living things down there!"
The wasteland directly below the God Advent Platform originally had plants growing there, but three thunderbolts struck it down, and even the ground was scorched black.
Therefore, the figure running on this bare and scorched land is particularly conspicuous.
He Lingchuan had practiced hard and his eyesight had improved a long time ago. Even though he was dozens of feet away, he could still see the little black dots sniffing everywhere, and there was a tail behind him.
Wen Daolun also looked down and sneered: "The traitor will never die."
"Is that also the Jindu ghost kid?"
"Yes. The Gale Army I deployed below has already caught up."
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, dozens of people appeared in the bushes below to surround the black spot.
"Why are these monsters down there?"
Wen Daolun said smoothly: "They want to feel the breath of the gods."
This is very confusing. The breath of gods?
How did he know to plan ahead here?
It seems that Panlongcheng knows the Jindu Ghost Cub quite well.
He Lingchuan didn't ask, because Wen Daolun clapped his hands and said, "Let's go."
The two boarded the carriage with Wen Daolun, and their own carriage followed behind.
Wen Daolun's carriage was more spacious, with some soft mattresses inside to increase comfort, a charcoal basin, and a table. Compared with the attire of a wealthy family, it was already simple and unpretentious.
The three of them sat down and the carriage started. Wen Daolun immediately said: "I have something to say first, so that Xu Shichu will not come back to find fault with me. The so-called numerology has fixed numbers, which is the premise of heaven and earth. However, the catastrophes of heaven and earth shake the origin, and various deductions and calculations
There is no estimate of how many more chances we can hit."
He put it bluntly, after the great catastrophe three thousand years ago, divination methods were not very accurate.
He Lingchuan nodded. This was not the first time he had heard this statement.
Then Wen Daolun asked about He Lingchuan's birth date. He Lingchuan was about to report it when Leng Buding felt something was wrong:
Oops! He was born more than a hundred years after Panlong City was destroyed!
When we find out his real birth date, no matter how we calculate it, there are a lot of mistakes.
Why didn't you think of it beforehand?
He could only hesitate: "I, I don't know, I was adopted."
"Unclear?" Wen Daolun thought for a moment, then came closer to look at his face, then at his hands, and felt his pulse again, and even opened his eyelids to take a look.
This style is no different from the old Chinese medicine doctor’s observation, hearing, inquiry and practice.
Wen Daolun added a piece of charcoal to the charcoal basin and said, "Looking at your face, you don't look like someone without parents!"
"Maybe they are still alive?" He Lingchuan lied bravely, but he was complaining in his heart. It was like seeing a doctor. If he concealed something, could the diagnosis given by the doctor be reliable?
"Fortunate Mianze, the future is boundless, and at the end of the day he is a general. How can you call this a disaster? Then the common people really have no way to survive."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It seems that He Chunhua has been talking about his eldest son as a lucky general all day long, and there is no evidence at all. He Lingchuan and Sun Fuling looked at each other: "What I deduce is that he has practiced Taoism for more than three hundred years.
It’s a big monster. It has been studying the "Tianhe Collection" handed down by Master Dongli for many years, and it even left me two verses."
"Master Dongli?" Wen Daolun was startled and thought for a while, "Master Dongli of the Great Reunion Sect?"
"Ah. (first sound)"
"you sure?"
"Yes." Master Dongli himself wrote in the cave that he would give it to future generations. How could it be wrong? "It accidentally entered the cave where Master Dongli was enthroned and got his treasure."
"In the post-reiki era, this person is also famous." Wen Daolun asked for those two verses and thought about them carefully.
"The body is like a cage... a cage..." He thought about it for a while, then frowned and said, "Could it be that the body is also a prison?"
He Lingchuan immediately asked: "What does this mean?" He did not miss the word "ye".
Wen Daolun sighed: "In terms of luck alone, you are far beyond ordinary people. It is really strange that you still have such luck in the Panlong Wasteland. Think about it for yourself, has it been smooth sailing since childhood?"
"Yes." The original person did grow up eating, drinking and having fun.
"You can't figure out the horoscope, and you can't deduce the palace of life. It's really hard to calculate. If it turns from good luck to bad luck, there must be a key node. I didn't see it. But the verse emphasizes, 'The dove occupies the magpie's nest', 'the body
"It's like a cage," why did you bring it out specifically to talk about it?"
He Lingchuan looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. He took the old turtle demon's prophecy seriously mainly because of the four words "dove occupying the magpie's nest".
I am an outsider, and no one else in this world should know about it.
Wen Daolun pondered for a long time, then suddenly opened the car curtain and made a few instructions to the outside.
Soon, several guards brought a large tarp over and covered the entire carriage.
Even the doors and windows were blocked, and only a little light came through.
"There is another way, let's try it." He suddenly lit a stick of incense and asked Sun Fuling to take it.
The fragrance is light blue in color and the smell is particularly pleasant.
Wen Daolun took out another small piece of wood from his arms and blew lightly.
The wood seemed to be scattered everywhere, and there seemed to be traces of sphagnum moss growing on it, and there were two small holes.
After he blew, a white shadow floated out of the hole in the wood.
After it transformed, it turned out to be a small person half the size of a palm, with an appearance like a little girl. After it floated out, it couldn't wait to inhale the smoke in Sun Fuling's hand, and a happy look appeared on its face.
There are souls emerging from the wood? He Lingchuan looked at the piece of wood again. There were not many Horcruxes that could accommodate the undead. Could this be the undersea wood?
"This is Tong Ke, formed from the souls of young children who unfortunately died young but had no evil thoughts in their hearts." Wen Daolun clicked his temple, "Relax your mind and don't resist. I'll let it go to your sea of consciousness to see what's going on."
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Sea of Consciousness? He Lingchuan thought of that glowing mark.
He closed his eyes, and the child flew around him and got in through his ears.
For He Lingchuan, it felt like taking a breath of mint, and his whole brain felt cool.
But that was it, he didn't feel the same pain as the last time the gods invaded.
Ten breaths have passed.
Twenty breaths have passed.
He Lingchuan opened his eyes and saw two people looking at him with bright eyes. The light in the carriage was dim.
Wen Daolun seemed a little surprised: "Can you open your eyes? How do you feel now?"
"My head got a bit cold and it's gone."
Wen Daolun didn't seem to believe it, and asked again: "There is no pain, and you don't see any illusions?"
He Lingchuan shook his head.
After more than ten breaths, a wisp of white mist floated out from his ears and transformed into the soul of the little girl in mid-air.
She seemed unharmed, and He Lingchuan breathed a sigh of relief. Is it because the way she visited the gods was not as rough as the last time, so she suffered less backlash?
She rushed to Wen Daolun's ear and talked endlessly to him. The strange thing was that He Lingchuan couldn't hear a sound, as if he was watching a silent movie.