Li Muzi turned around, stretched out the dimly extinguished wick, and said casually: "What's going on over there with Duan Zuoquan?"
The middle-aged man shook his loose sleeves and said simply: "There are no big moves, but there are quite a lot of small moves."
"What about?" Li Muzi asked patiently.
The middle-aged man mused: "He sent some people to secretly guard outside the villa in Lingxi, and a group of people went to Jiangxia City. They probably wanted to find out the details of the Su family boy."
"By the way, he didn't let go of Liuli Pavilion either."
When the middle-aged man said this, he murmured in a low voice: "In my opinion, Lingxi is the one who has the destiny of a true phoenix."
"She is the direct disciple of Master Kunlun and the next Master of Kunlun. Her fate was forcibly obscured by Ji Xuanqing."
"So we have specific directions but still can't figure it out."
"Ji Xuanqing will not hand over the future of Kunlun to someone who cannot shoulder the burden for no reason."
"As for Pei Chuan and Suning..."
The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and shook his head: "It's unlikely."
Li Muzi did not refute, but looked very interested and said: "Why is it unlikely? Be more specific."
The middle-aged man thought for a while and then said: "The true phoenix's destiny has always been on women. The true phoenix is yin, and women are yin. Only by adding yin to yin can we safely receive the blessings of luck and have a perfect destiny."
"Pei Chuan and Suning are men. If they have the fate of a true phoenix, then it will be a man's fate and a woman's fate."
"It goes against common sense, and there is a flaw in destiny."
"Furthermore, I have secretly seen the face of the boy from the Su family. Although he has a noble aura, he is still far from the noble character of a true phoenix."
"Pei Chuan, you know his details better than I do."
"This guy is like a piece of rat shit in Kunlun. Whether it's Ji Xuanqing or Duan Qirui, the effort spent on him is obviously less than one-third of Lingxi's."
The middle-aged man talked calmly: "Putting these inferences together, Lingxi, the youngest Heavenly Spirit Master, is indeed the best candidate to have the destiny of a true phoenix."
Li Muzi smiled and said nothing, and bent down to kneel on the futon.
After a long while, he whispered: "You know people, but you don't know their hearts. You can't just take everything at face value."
"If I told you that my forced deduction of Suning's secret suffered huge backlash last night, would you believe it or not?"
The middle-aged man felt as if he was struck by lightning and exclaimed: "How could it happen?"
Li Muzi coughed lightly, wiped away the scarlet blood seeping out of the corner of his mouth, and said a little sickly: "A mere country boy, even if he worships Lingxi as his teacher, he doesn't need an expert like Ji Xuanqing to cover his fate."
"Based on this point alone, it is the biggest problem."
"What a pity. The master who concealed Suning's fate has already noticed my existence, and there will be no second chance."
Li Muzi said with fear: "Take your time, the battle for luck has already begun. Paper cannot keep fire after all."
The middle-aged man stepped back and said, "Are you still going to Liuli Pavilion tonight?"
"Go, why don't you go." Li Muzi struck the wooden fish and recited the Great Compassion Mantra again: "What a lively scene. Wouldn't it be fun without us?"
"Master said that if Buddhism saves all sentient beings, even if it kills people, it cannot be stained with blood."
"I, the Buddha, am merciful and save all living beings with my blood."
The middle-aged man grinned, turned and left.
The handsome young monk kneeling on the futon raised his right hand, like a cat drinking water, and carefully licked the blood on the back of his hand.
