Taking the tea from the old Taoist priest with both hands, Ye Yuan just took a sip and started to doubt his life.
The old Taoist priest made tea very gracefully. They both used the same tea leaves, the same spiritual spring water, and the same teapot. However, the tea brewed by the old Taoist priest was much better than Ye Yuan's.
Is this really the first time for this old Taoist priest to make tea like this?
This world... is so irrational!
Of course, all this did not prevent Ye Yuan from enjoying the charm of the tea ceremony.
At the same time, he also secretly made up his mind that he would always drink tea like this in the future.
The teacup was empty without realizing it. Ye Yuan finally came to his senses and asked.
"The real person is also here for the great tribulation, right?"
The old Taoist priest kept pouring tea, still filled with a calming mood, and he answered softly.
"Also, it seems that the Buddhists have already visited fellow Taoist monks."
There is nothing to hide in this matter, Ye Yuan said bluntly.
"Yes! Buddhist Master Wuchen also just left recently."
The old Taoist priest kept his movements unchanged and asked calmly.
"What do fellow Taoists think?"
Any ideas?
Without enough information, no matter how strong Lao Liu is, there is nothing he can do!
Ye Yuan showed rare humility and said with a smile.
"As for me, I am too young and have little knowledge. I know very little about the so-called calamity."
"Haha, fellow Taoist, there is no need to belittle oneself. Fellow Taoist can cultivate to such an extent at just the age of tying up his hair. Only the ancestors of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors could do it."
"Oh, what about before the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors?"
The old Taoist priest looked puzzled.
"It was an innately sacred era that is indescribable."
Although Ye Yuan still didn't know clearly, he had no intention of continuing to ask.
After all, the old Taoist priests have already said that it is indescribable.
"Then what do real people think about the great catastrophe?"
"The great calamity is related to the Li family!"
"Buddhism also says the same thing."
The old Taoist priest didn't take it seriously and continued.
"Eternal legend has it that Pangu created the world, and after his death, he transformed into all things in the world. After experiencing many catastrophes, the heaven and earth fell apart and turned into countless small worlds, wandering in boundless chaos."
Having said this, the old Taoist priest paused for a moment, but seeing that there was no strange color on Ye Yuan's face, he continued.
"Our world is such a small world, wandering in chaos and extremely dangerous."
Ye Yuan had some understanding and asked.
"That thing...is a creation from outside this world?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and denied.
"No, when the world collapsed, a fragment of the sea of blood fell on the world. It has been eroding the world. At that time, the human race did not have strong men in the realm of immortals and gods, so there was nothing they could do about it."
Ye Yuan suddenly realized.
"Later, the human race discovered the wonders of luck and used national luck to suppress the blood sea fragments."
The old Taoist priest stroked his silver beard, nodded.
"Yes, since then, every generation of emperors will unconsciously burn everything to suppress the sea of blood once their lives are in danger."
Ye Yuan suddenly discovered Hua Dian and questioned.
"Isn't that right? Life is on the line, so why don't emperors of every generation live long?"
The old Taoist priest remembered the records in the sect and sighed.
"Alas, the sea of blood is not always so quiet. It will erupt from time to time. This cycle can be as long as decades or as short as a few months, with no rules. Emperor Taizong's cycle was thirty-one years, and Emperor Gaozong
It's thirty-four years, and both of them are considered lucky."
Still wrong, the destiny of the country does not depend on the emperor alone.
Ye Yuan asked again doubtfully.
"Then...where are those ministers?"
The old Taoist priest sighed at Ye Yuan's keen sense of smell and explained with a wry smile.
"The fate of the country is consumed by suppressing the sea of blood. The successor of the emperor needs to absorb the fate of his ministers in order to grow into a qualified emperor."
Ye Yuan suddenly thought of the powerful minister Zhang Sun Wuji who was eliminated by Li Zhi and Wu Zetian, as well as a large number of veteran ministers. He drank the tea in the cup in one gulp and sighed.
"No wonder...all the powerful officials did not end well!"
The old Taoist priest did not answer, but gave Ye Yuan another cup of tea and continued.
"Although the veteran has not calculated the specific calamity, he has some clues. It is not far from the next complete outbreak of the blood sea, and this time it will be completely different from the past."
The old Taoist priest looked at Ye Yuan and said sincerely.
"Fellow Taoist, we don't have time."
"How much longer?"
The old Taoist priest looked at Ye Yuan and said a cruel range.
"As short as one month, as long as half a year!"
Ye Yuan's eyes immediately widened and he almost spit out a mouthful of tea. He asked with difficulty.
"Ma'am, this joke is not funny."
The old Taoist priest had clear eyes and said seriously.
"Everything the old Taoist said is true!"
"Then... time is running out."
After a while, Ye Yuan sent away the satisfied old Taoist priest, who was in a very bad mood.
"I have only lived a peaceful life for fifteen years!"
"Brother, what fifteen years?"
Ye Yuan looked up and saw that Nannan was back, so he asked.
"Is there anything I want you to tell me?"
Nannan shook her head, her two braids swaying upward like the ropes of a rattle.
"No."
Ye Yuan said with a complicated expression.
"It doesn't matter if she doesn't. I'll tell her in person later."
…
In the dead of night, many special lights are still on in the palace to prevent thieves from sneaking in.
These candles are specially made, and ordinary monks can't hide under the light of their flames.
Of course, this candlelight was of no threat to Ye Yuan.
No, he found Wu Ling'er easily as if he was in a deserted place along the way.
She was currently at her desk reviewing memorials. Shangguan Wan'er and Di Renjie were also below.
Suddenly, Wu Ling'er's beautiful eyebrows frowned, then relaxed in an instant. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and then she threw a memorial directly into the darkness behind her.
"Ah, hey, Wu Ling'er, you are trying to murder your husband..."
Ye Yuan rubbed his head and walked out of the darkness.
Wu Ling'er didn't hesitate to talk to Ye Yuan, but gave him a blank look, and then continued working.
She is very busy and has no time to deal with this salted fish.
Di Renjie and Shangguan Wan'er glanced at Ye Yuan and were speechless at his boring behavior, and then continued to work.
For a while, no one paid any attention to him.
Ye Yuan had no choice but to use his trump card, clapped his hands and said.
"Don't rush to deal with these government affairs. I have something important to say. If this important matter is not handled well, it will not help no matter how orderly you handle the state affairs."
What he said was so serious that it instantly aroused the interest of the three people present and said at the same time.
"Talk about it."
"Just today…"
Then Ye Yuan told everything about the great calamity mentioned by Buddha and Taoism.
After the three people listened, their hearts could not be calm for a long time, and thousands of horses were galloping.