The destiny of the world is divided into nine categories, and the true destiny is thirty-six.
Bai Nan's zodiac sign of Crescent Moon Rabbit is not as good as the True Dragon and True Phoenix, which have the exclusive fortune of two battles.
It's not as good as the luck of junior sister Pei Shu who was born with nine tails accounting for half of her fighting spirit.
To put it simply, he was truly favored by God, but he was unable to receive the blessings of luck in return.
As for those who possess the fate of a true dragon, a true phoenix and a nine-tailed destiny, they do not need to do anything with such a special destiny. Heaven will bestow upon them the "divided" destiny from the underworld, all the time, until it is perfect.
It is an injustice of heaven, but no one can break this "convention."
Therefore, Bai Nanxian needs to plan a battle and seize half of the luck, so as to consolidate the centuries-old foundation of the Yun Sect.
Half a bucket is the maximum capacity that an ordinary fate like his can store.
It's a pity that he failed. Once defeated, he never had the chance to start over.
Just like this moment, the Moon Rabbit star that belonged to him gradually dimmed and fell silently.
Mortals in the secular world cannot see such a phenomenon, but it falls in the eyes of various forces and soon causes ripples.
Especially Yun Zong, the few insiders who knew Bai Nanxian's destiny, were filled with desolation.
Another example is the Great Elder of Yunchong who escorted Pei Shu back to his master's gate. He knelt down and screamed loudly.
As close as a foot, as far as the end of the world.
Even if there were warnings, even if he tried his best to return the same way, it was still too late.
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In the evening, the sun sets in the west and the afterglow is golden.
On the stairs at the foot of Puji Temple, a sickly young man carrying a shoulder bag walks at a steady pace.
Unlike the pilgrims who sincerely came to worship and worship, his face was full of murderous intent.
Smiling and unsmiling, looming and looming.
Half an hour later, he climbed to the top of the mountain, passed through the Main Hall as if there was no one else around, and walked toward the bamboo forest at the back of the mountain.
There, the young monk, who had become an abandoned son of Buddhism, was making tea.
With his current status, he is no longer qualified to drink Yunwu Tea, which is hard to find.
Fortunately, he is still a direct disciple and the nephew of the head of the Li family. He is not short of money and is willing to spend it.
There is no shortage of rare teas, but there is no shortage of worldly good teas.
He saw the young man, his soft eyes froze slightly, and then he glanced away without a trace.
The latter stood opposite him and sat down peacefully.
Li Muzi got straight to the point: "You killed Bai Nanxian."
The young man pushed the cup and said in a dull voice: "Give me a cup."
Li Muzi sighed: "It hasn't boiled yet, the heat is not enough."
The young man lowered his hands and waited peacefully.
Li Muzi asked again: "Should I call you Third Elder Kunlun, or Senior Xinglan."
The young man shook his head and said, "I'm not him."
Li Muzi looked suspicious, laughed at himself and said, "Whether you are him or not, you are here just to kill me."
"You're late, someone asked me to have tea before you did."
"And she also wants to take my life."
The young man said forcefully: "You can only die in my hands."
Li Muzi put down the iron pestle, lit a cigarette, and said with half-squinted eyes: "I don't care in whose hands you die, I just want to know a question."
"During the trip to Miao territory, were you the one who killed the four elders of my Buddhist sect?"
"Which lineage are you from?"
"Is it really Ziwei?"
The young man frowned and said, "Those are three questions."
Li Muzi begged: "I am about to die, please give me a break and let me go in peace."
The young man was playful: "Why should I satisfy your request? I will be very happy if you die."
"The more unwilling you are, the happier I feel."
"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?"
Li Muzi said angrily: "You don't dare."
The young man was unmoved and said, "Well, I don't dare."
The little monk laughed loudly until tears rolled down his face.
He held the handle of the pot, poured out the hot tea, and murmured to himself: "Now I believe you are not Su Xinglan."
"That lunatic never dares to do anything."
"He despises such despicable behavior."
The young man blew away the foam on the surface of the tea and said in a cold voice: "Your mind is confused and the tea has changed."
Li Muzi said solemnly: "Who would want to die if he could live?"
The young man sighed with emotion: "Yes, you don't want to die, and I don't want to die either."
