Xiang Que was caught out by several soldiers with a fireworks and then escorted to the general, and then knelt down.
Xiang Que was like a little old man with no power, kneeling on the ground honestly.
It seemed that he had forgotten that he was a powerful saint realm who could crush the team of soldiers in front of him with just one little finger.
"Raise your head!" the general said lightly.
Xiang Que raised his head. Many years ago, his hair and beard were all white, and his upper body was full of old folds. His eyes looked very blurry, but if someone looked at it carefully, he would find that his eyes were extremely calm.
It seems that everyone in front of you has nothing to do with you.
The general lowered his head, held the long knife around his waist, and said, "I heard that there is an old god in the Dongyue Temple in Taishan Cave. Whether it is for medical treatment or to make up for it, it is very accurate. This is what you said.
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Xiang Que said with a bit hoarse voice: "The old god dare not be a god. If I were a god, I would not be in this Taishan Cave, but it should be quite accurate."
The general smiled, suddenly slowly pulled out his sword and said, "How accurate can it be?"
Xiang Que thought about it and said, "What do you want to be?"
"Then you can calculate, when will I be successful and famous? It's better to be the king of men. If you calculate correctly, I will spare your life. If you don't calculate accurately, I will burn your ruined temple.
, and then chop off your head and use it as a chamber pot for my soldiers!"
Xiang Que looked at the general in front of him calmly and said slowly: "In three years, you can be called the King of Northwest. In another five years, you can reach the top of the king..."
"Haha, you can really choose good-sounding words, are you afraid that I will cut off your head?"
Xiang Que shook his head and said, "I haven't finished my words yet. In the tenth year after you are the king, there will be a great disaster. The defeat will be like a mountain of defeat and the royal city will be in vain!"
"Bastard, you old guy dares to talk to my general like this. It's so outrageous. I've cut off your head, do you believe it?"
"Stop..." The general scolded his subordinates, then stared at Xiang Que's old face and asked, "Do you think you can calculate accurately?"
Xiang Que said lightly: "No, you can cut my head again in ten years!"
The general looked at him deeply, remained silent for a while, then waved his hand to the soldiers around him and said, "Let's go, leave a group of people at the foot of the mountain, take good care of it, to protect this old god from death!"
The team of soldiers left huh. After the people left, Xiang Que stood up and patted the dust on his body. It was like nothing happened. He came to the backyard of the temple again, looking at the pot of burning.
The green vegetable porridge couldn't help but sigh.
For him, this pot of porridge may be even more important than the machete that almost erected on his neck just now.
Many days later, the blood at the foot of Mount Tai had faded a little, but there were still corpses and dilapidated villages and towns everywhere. The Taishan Cave, which was originally quite popular, suddenly became a dead place. Not only that, the surrounding area was a hundred miles long ago.
There is a tragic scene everywhere.
Even a century-old dynasty cannot change the cycle of change.
This is history. Every time the dynasty changes, the background and price are the displacement of countless people and corpses everywhere.
This is the destiny of human beings, and most of them cannot be changed.
After a year or two, a new village began to emerge at the foot of Mount Tai. The mountains and rivers are fertile and very livable. The corpses that used to be everywhere were all gone. Even if they were heavy in blood, they would be destroyed under the wheels of history.
A new generation replaces old people, and those who die will die, after all, there are new living people.
However, although the new villagers knew that there was a Dongyue Temple on the top of Mount Tai, there was an old man who looked dirty and sloppy, they didn't know that the old man once had the title of an old god on land, at most someone came here.
Emperor Dongyue, but no one has ever asked this old man for advice.
Xiang Que is happy to be idle. He just sits outside the temple all day long and basks in the sun, so it’s not bad if no one disturbs him.
In the third year, the general came again. This time the situation was much bigger than the last time, because over the years he had been fighting in the east and west, killing all directions, and his soldiers increased in geometric multiples.
He rose, and he had long become a prince.
A few days ago, when General Yu came to the near Taishan Cave, he suddenly remembered that he had been here a few years ago, and then asked an old man from Dongyue Temple to calculate a divination for him.
He vaguely remembered that the other party said that he could be called the King of the Northwest in three years, but if we count the past three years, it was indeed just three years, and he happened to become the prince of the Northwest.
I don’t know if this is a coincidence or if that old man is indeed quite accurate in his calculations.
General Yu led a large number of subordinates to the mountain. He was still thinking that after three years, the old man might have been dead. After all, he looked like he was not young at the beginning.
When he arrived at the Dongyue Temple on the mountain, the old man in front of the temple was lying on a chair and was sleeping. He seemed to have heard footsteps, so he slowly opened his eyes.
"General, but are you going to ask this old man? I'll call him up."
"No need..." General Yu waved his hand and came to Xiang Que. After looking at him for a while, he asked slowly: "You seem to be good. I remember that it happened to be me who left Taishan Cave so far this year.
In the third year, I have now become a prince in the northwest."
Xiang Que didn't get up, but just nodded.
General Yu stared at his face and said, "You said, in five years, I will be the king of capable people?"
Xiang Que said, "I want you, come and have a look in five years?"
At this time, General Yu, who had become the number one general of the Northwest princes, had his vision no longer comparable to that of the past. He had also seen many land gods and cultivators who were flying in the clouds and fog. He knew that there were still many capable people in this world, and even powerful ones.
Everyone can move mountains and fill the seas, and the stars can move around.
So, General Yu guessed, could the old man in front of him be an old god living in seclusion in the mountains and forests?
General Yu did not ask further, but instead showed a polite and respectful manner. He even bowed to Xiang Que, and then left some dry food and took people out of Taishan Cave.
Xiang Quequan felt no sense of anything and did not get up from beginning to end. After the person left, he closed his eyes again.
Time passed slowly, three years passed, and five years passed.
The Taishan Cave is thousands of miles away and has changed its dynasty again. General Yu, who was once known as the King of Northwest, has reached the top and has become a human king in a nearby country.
There are cultivators in the Cave Heaven and Blessings, and there are sects, while more are mortal cities and countries, because those cultivators who embark on the path of immortality also start step by step from ordinary people.