No matter how the general trend of the dark world overturns, for ordinary people, this world seems to always be a pure land, with light and harmony covering up all the darkness and fighting. Under the clouds, rain and snow, outside the dark world, there are countless
There are joys and sorrows, and in the world of mortals, everyone is living for themselves and pursuing what they are interested in.
In the hustle and bustle atmosphere of Central Continent, the word Wonderland suddenly became popular on the entire Internet. At first, only some people were discussing it, but as time went by, more and more words about Wonderland began to appear in major forums and news.
, it spread all over Central Continent for a while, and everyone was exploring it.
Zhongzhou has freedom of speech and the press industry is extremely developed. Although the official learned the news immediately and controlled the relevant public opinion after receiving the order, and some news and pictures were quickly deleted, the enthusiasm of netizens has not diminished at all.
Descriptions and pictures of fairyland appear from time to time. Although they are quickly deleted, more and more people save the pictures and try to understand the relevant inside story.
Officials continue to block the news, but there are more and more descriptions of fairyland. Today, it has formed an almost unstoppable wave.
Because this so-called fairyland is not fleeting, but a real existence.
Wonderland is a mountain, to be precise, it is part of a mountain, located on the bank of the West Lake in Lin'an.
Within the solitary mountain, Qingyun Mountain.
As one of the most spectacular sights of the West Lake, Gushan has an endless stream of tourists every day, and the legend of the so-called fairyland originated from this.
It was midsummer at this time, and the temperature in Lin'an was scorching hot, but the Gushan by the West Lake was incredibly cool everywhere, especially in the northwest of Gushan, the magnificent Gushan that roughly occupied three-tenths of the entire Gushan area.
Around the peak, even in midsummer, cold mist rises, and a vast expanse of white threatens to cover the entire peak.
The cold fog was fashionable and unnoticed at first, but as time went by, the cold fog here became thicker and more obvious, which finally aroused the curiosity of others. When the first tourist walked on
Gushan, when he entered the cold mist of Qingyun Mountain, everything he saw became shocking.
Flowers bloom all over Qingyun Mountain.
In midsummer in July, in this incredibly cool environment, flowers such as wintersweet and narcissus, which should never bloom in summer, actually bloomed. Some plants that do not belong to summer are also blooming desperately, and the whole Qingyun
The mountains are covered with clouds and mist, the grass and trees are fresh, and there is a vague confusion, as if you have entered a fairyland.
The cold fog on Qingyun Mountain has not dissipated, but has become thicker and thicker.
When more and more tourists came to Qingyun Mountain and discovered that the cold fog could even cut off sound, it finally caused a huge sensation and curiosity.
The cold fog spreads, but does not leave Qingyun Mountain.
The white mist is thick.
If one person stands in the white mist and the other person is outside, even if they are less than one meter apart, no sound can be transmitted between the two parties.
This is simply a supernatural phenomenon, unbelievable and incomprehensible.
The name of Fairyland became popular in Central Continent.
When public opinion was completely out of control, the official government finally made a strong response.
Gushan has closed the mountain on the grounds of internal rectification. Even the large area of water near Gushan has been completely blocked and signs have been put up to stop tourists.
Ordinary people may not know where Qingyun Mountain is, but every high-level official in Central Continent knows very well that Qingyun Mountain and Qingyun Temple are the secluded residence of Master Wuwei, the master of Central Continent’s metaphysics.
Although the cold fog that appears in summer cannot be explained for the time being, there will always be an explanation when Master Wuwei comes out.
But the time went from May to June, then to July, and August was approaching. Not to mention Master Wuwei, even the two disciples of Master Wuwei in Qingyun Temple did not give any explanation.
Qingyun Temple has remained silent.
Only the vast white mist spreads continuously, covering the entire Lin'an, the entire Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, and even the most blessed temple in the entire south of Zhongzhou.
The white mist has never left Qingyun Mountain, but has continuously circled and spread towards the very high sky. Over the past few months, the cold mist has continued to rise, and now it has almost covered the entire sky. Looking from a distance, from below
The rising white mist is like a sky pillar, running through the sky and the earth, connecting up and down. It seems to reveal an extremely vast and majestic power, which is awe-inspiring.
Qingyun Mountain has completely disappeared into the white mist, and no one can see the scene anymore.
The darkest time before dawn has passed, and the horizon begins to shimmer with light. The clear water on the West Lake is gently turbulent in the morning light, with faint ripples spreading into the distance. In a quiet world, a solitary boat is passing through as if there is no one around.
After passing the plainclothes and armed police stationed near the water area, we slowly approached the blocked mountain.
The solitary mountain was faintly visible in the dim environment. Only the cold fog in the northwest was still clear, connecting the sky and the earth and covering everything inside.
"The luck leaked..."
On the boat, a thin but tall figure was riding alone, walking slowly on the water. He was wearing a neat Taoist robe, a Taoist crown, and holding a fly whisk. He looked formal and solemn, in a somewhat dark environment.
, he looked solemnly at the area where the cold fog was rising, and the light in his wise and clear eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything flowed with an inexplicable brilliance: "You can't hold on anymore after all."
Xuan Xuanzi, a strange man from the Taoist sect of Zhongzhou.
Now a master of metaphysics who is as famous as Master Wuwei, when a strange phenomenon occurs in Master Wuwei's retreat, only Xuan Xuanzi is qualified to come to understand the situation.
The water ripples gently.
The lone boat approaches the shore.
Xuan Xuanzi, who had an immortal spirit and was dressed very formally, slowly landed on the shore. The armed police stationed on the shore looked puzzled and subconsciously took two steps forward. Before he could say anything, Xuan Xuanzi had already handed over an ID with a gentle smile.
The armed police officer took the certificate and glanced at it, then reflexively stood up straight and saluted.
Xuan Xuanzi took the certificate back with a smile, and looked at the cold mist close at hand, his eyes becoming more solemn.
He carefully arranged his Taoist robe, wiped off the dust and water stains on his body, took a deep breath, and walked into the cold mist in front of him with a fly whisk in hand.
The white mist is vast and thick, as if it is an air mass that cannot be dissolved. But the strange thing is that in the white mist, the visibility is not as low as imagined. In the surging mist, you can clearly see the flowers blooming under your feet, one after another.
, the petals are stained with moist moisture, swaying gently in the morning breeze, shining with an almost coquettish sheen. Walking along the fog, the once stone path has almost been completely covered by the growth that has grown in recent months.
Covered by plants and flowers, the road ahead has completely disappeared, and everywhere you look is full of vitality.
But as the white mist drifted away, there was still a desolation that could be clearly detected.
Xuan Xuanzi's face was expressionless, and he stepped softly among the flowers and grass, all the way up, straight to Qingyun Temple.
The cold fog in the mountains seems to be getting thicker and thicker.
The mist dispersed slower and slower, as if it had stagnated in the air.
Xuan Xuanzi frowned and quickened his pace slightly.
The road under your feet goes straight up.
A faint light lit up from the front. The yellowish light was so fluttering that it was almost illusory, as if it was guiding the way forward.
In the mist, a powerful and loud voice sounded from the front, with a peaceful smile that made the body and mind calm: "A distinguished guest is coming to the door, but we are far away to welcome you. It is dark and the road is slippery. Brother Taoist, be careful where you step."
"Master, you're welcome."
Xuan Xuanzi paused and continued upward: "In Qingyun Mountain, where is the difference between day and night? What I see is only luck."
He stepped on the steps covered with plants, his expression calm, but the dust in his hands shook slightly.
In an instant, the cold mist in front of Xuan Xuanzi surged crazily, and the mist twisted and dispersed in front of him. In just a few seconds, all the mist in front of Xuan Xuanzi had dispersed to the left and right sides.
In front of him, Qingyun Mountain, which had been shrouded in cold fog for several months, became clearer than ever before. A few dozen meters away, the unobtrusive gate of Qingyun Temple appeared in sight. Two middle-aged monks wearing monk robes
He was supporting an old man with disheveled hair standing in front of the door, like a sculpture.
Xuan Xuanzi's somewhat complicated eyes gradually turned cold. He stood there for a while before slowly moving forward.
The distance of tens of meters keeps getting closer.
The three people in front of the temple gate remained motionless.
"Master, how are you doing lately?"
The white mist receded to the left and right, facing the pure and fresh air, Xuan Xuanzi slowly came to the door of the temple, smiled and asked.
The two middle-aged monks lowered their heads and remained silent.
However, Master Wuwei, who looked like an accomplished monk just a few months ago, now has disheveled hair. His gray hair has lost any luster, and his long hair has spread over his shoulders. He is wearing ordinary people's clothes and has no trace of the aura of a high monk.
Hearing Xuan Xuanzi's greetings, Master Wuwei's expression remained peaceful. He smiled calmly, pointed at the white mist in front of him, and then at his long gray hair, and said harmoniously: "Barely.
How are you, Brother Tao?"
"I am fine."
Xuan Xuanzi nodded and sighed with emotion, but the coolness in his eyes became more and more obvious: "Master, you have lost after all."
"I will win."
Master Wuwei smiled, his voice was still loud and firm, but the light in his eyes was dim and weak.
"If you didn't take the blame for that demon girl and bear the karma, you would have had a chance. Now? Why do you win?"
Xuan Xuanzi looked at the Living Buddha in front of him, who was like a myth in the hearts of the senior officials of Central Continent. His expression was filled with confusion, sadness, and confusion.
Stretching out his hand, he pointed at the white hair on the living Buddha's head and said quietly: "Based on these?"
"Witch?"
Master Wuwei's emotions did not fluctuate at all. The brilliance in his eyes that could see through all cause and effect in the past was dim. What was left was only smile, sincerity, compassion and tranquility, just like the water of the West Lake at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.
"She does not belong to the world of mortals and is not a witch. Could it be that she is not holy?"
Xuan Xuanzi's tone became colder and colder.
"She is my doom."
Master Wuwei slowly shook his head.
"It's up to you and I, so what if it's a disaster? It can always be avoided."
Xuan Xuanzi's tone was arrogant, but the confusion and confusion in it became more obvious.
"If you avoid it, doesn't it mean it's cause and effect?"
Master Wuwei asked back. He looked at Xuan Xuanzi with a faint look in his eyes. The smile gradually disappeared in his pupils, and his eyes became silent and deep.
Xuan Xuanzi was silent.
After a long while, he said calmly: "I don't agree with your statement."
This is a cognitive conflict in metaphysics and a difference in thought. Master Wuwei obviously did not intend to convince Xuan Xuanzi. He just smiled gently and said: "Our differences have always existed, but in a few years, everything will be resolved."
Already."
"Time is running out."
Xuan Xuanzi suddenly spoke.
He turned around and looked at the white cold mist in Qingyun Mountain: "This is your luck, the luck of Qingyun Temple. Now that the luck has leaked, how many years will it take? Can you still hold on? Even if you can hold on,
If you can't live with it, the higher ups won't be patient anymore. The situation is so delicate now that they won't be able to wait for even a few years or months, let alone a few years."
Master Wuwei narrowed his eyes slightly.
He looked at the expressionless Xuan Xuanzi seriously, remained silent for a long time, and then said calmly: "So, you chose them in the end?"
"They chose me."
Xuan Xuanzi turned to look at Master Wuwei and said calmly: "Don't you understand yet?"
"don't know."
Master Wuwei smiled and shook his head. There was stubbornness and perseverance in his calm expression: "They...heh...the one at the top won't agree, right?"
"The general trend is such that he can only follow the trend."
Xuan Xuanzi shook his head.
"The situation will change."
Master Wuwei is still smiling, very calm and fearless.
"How can the general trend change?!"
Xuan Xuanzi subconsciously raised his voice and his tone became a little aggressive.
“Where is the general trend?”
Master Wuwei asked calmly.
Xuan Xuanzi looked at Master Wuwei thoughtfully. His patience seemed to be gradually disappearing, and his tone began to become colder: "Dongdao? Master is talking about Li Tianlan? He is no longer a variable, just a chess piece. Going against the will of heaven.
, going against the trend, so what if you are a genius? You should die. Master, you are too stubborn."
"So when you first met him, you wanted to lure him to Wuyue Province in the future? So you have already made your choice, haven't you?"
Master Wuwei sighed.
Xuan Xuanzi suddenly froze, expressionless, and said no more.
"I will win."
After a moment of silence, Master Wuwei whispered again: "What's wrong with going against the will of heaven? Everyone in the world thinks that we are the most sane because we have seen through 'everything', but it is precisely because we have seen through everything that we are the most confused. I don't want to
If we continue, what will happen if we violate the secret once?"
"Moreover, are destiny, luck, and destiny really destined to be unchangeable? You know this question better than I do."
Xuan Xuanzi's face seemed a little livid. He shook off the dust in his hand and said coldly: "Absurd!"
"Confused."
Master Wuwei shook his head and stopped talking.
"Maybe you are right. But the witch messed up your plan, and you can't hold it anymore. They chose me, so if you don't want to treason, master, please cooperate with me."
Xuan Xuanzi looked at the large white mist formed by luck in the distance, and after a while, he slowly spoke.
"I will give way to Qingyun Temple."
Master Wuwei said calmly: "But it can only be Qingyun Temple. This is responsible for Zhongzhou."
A trace of anger flashed in Xuan Xuanzi's eyes, he snorted coldly, ignored the three people in front of the door, and strode into the temple gate.
Master Wuwei remained motionless, his eyes seemed to be looking through the cold fog in front of him, and he was quietly admiring the sparkling water on the West Lake.
"Master..."
The eldest disciple Ruzhen hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said: "Master, what are you and Xuanxuanzi talking about? What is winning or losing?"
Master Wuwei smiled and looked at his eldest disciple: "What do you want to say?"
"We monks..."
Ruzhen's lips moved, looking into Master's eyes, and her voice finally fell silent.
"Yes, we are monks, winning or losing is not important. But in this era, how can monks let go of all ties? Monks, after all, are still people from Central China."
Xuan Xuanzi sighed deeply, and for the first time there was a hint of worry in his eyes.
He was silent, and after a full five minutes, he continued to speak: "Xuanxuanzi and I are not fighting about winning or losing, but about the destiny of the country. To be precise, it is the dragon vein of Zhongzhou."
"Dragon Veins!?"
Ruzhen trembled all over and raised his head suddenly, his face full of astonishment.
"Zhongzhou... Hey, Zhongzhou, the dragon vein has been lost."
Master Wuwei laughed self-deprecatingly.
It’s just a few words, but the message it contains is earth-shattering.
Ruzhen was immediately stunned by this short sentence.
Has the dragon vein of Zhongzhou been lost?
How can this be?
Dragon Vein is related to the luck of the country. It can be said to be the luck of a country. Maybe many people don't believe in luck, but if it's the other way around, many people believe in luck. This alone can show the authenticity of luck.
But it’s just difficult for ordinary people to guide.
There is little change in the quality of a person's luck and that of a country. It is mainly a change in quantity. Therefore, most of a country's luck needs to be carried by dragon veins, and the dragon veins of Zhongzhou have been in the Kunlun Mountains for hundreds of years. But
Now the master says that the dragon vein of Zhongzhou has been lost?
"Dragon Vein...lost?"
Ruzhen was dumbfounded for a long time, then he asked in amusement.
"Part of it was lost, and part of it was scattered. There are still some remnants in Kunlun City."
Master Wuwei said softly: "Xuanxuanzi and I have been trying to reunite the dragon veins and restore the national destiny for these years, but now...Xuanxuanzi has a choice, and they also have a choice, but his path is wrong...
"
them...
Who they are can be known without asking.
It is related to the destiny of the country, and it is impossible for Zhongzhou’s top management not to pay attention to this.
At present, they have chosen Xuan Xuanzi?
Why is this path wrong?
"But how could the dragon vein... disappear? How is this possible?"
Ruzhen touched his bald head hard, looking confused.
"Twenty years ago, Kuangtu Li rebelled against the country. After that battle, the dragon veins were scattered. If Kunlun City really occupied the dragon veins, how could they be in this state now? Humph!"
Master Wuwei snorted coldly.
But Ruzhen still didn't understand. He asked cautiously: "Master, what you mean is that Xuanxuanzi's path may not necessarily lead to the re-condensation of dragon veins in the end?"
"he can."
Master Wuwei sighed, feeling weak. At this moment, he seemed to have suddenly become much older, and his whole person was full of energy: "If he can't, they won't choose him. Xuanxuanzi came here today just to take advantage of the luck here.
The combination of his luck allowed him to reunite the dragon veins in the shortest possible time. It’s just that our directions are different. The dragon veins I condensed are of the prosperous age, but his choice is obviously more to the liking of some people.”
"What are his options?"
Ruzhen asked subconsciously.
Master Wuwei turned around and walked into the temple, saying in a cold tone: "Army!"
Enter the temple gate, pass through the Tianwang Hall, and enter the Main Hall.
There was no sound of chanting in the extremely small Qingyun Temple, and it seemed empty and silent.
Master Wuwei, whose steps were somewhat frivolous, walked silently into the hall. Without looking at Xuan Xuanzi, who was standing quietly in front, he knelt in front of the Buddha statue and silently chanted sutras.
Xuan Xuanzi never looked at him either.
Almost all of his attention was focused on the two objects in front of him.
In front of him were two discs about twenty centimeters in diameter, like a small wall clock. However, there was only one pointer in the center of the discs. There were no numbers on the edges of the discs, only four traditional Chinese characters engraved on them.
The ups and downs of life and death.
There are some patterns engraved in the center of the discs. One of the discs is engraved with something similar to a metal pipe, which is painted silver, while the other disc is engraved with only a cloud of smoke.
At this moment, the pointers in the two discs were trembling slightly. On the disc engraved with silver metallic copper, the slender pointer trembled and stayed in the center of the living door, while the disc engraved with clouds and smoke was slightly trembling.
On the disk, the pointer stayed on the edge of the door of death.
"Roulette of Destiny?"
Xuan Xuanzi stared at the two discs for a long time, then sneered and said: "Master, does it make sense? You should know that this is the most useless thing. Many people who know the destiny roulette regard it as a treasure.
But in reality? It’s useless. The roulette wheel cannot control people’s luck. On the contrary, this thing is completely controlled by people.”
"so what?"
Master Wuwei asked, kneeling on the futon.
Xuan Xuanzi took a deep breath and stared at the disc engraved with a silver metal tube. After a long while, he said in a low tone: "I noticed when I first saw Li Tianlan. This boy has extremely good luck. It can even be said that he is...
It has been rare for hundreds of years, but his luck is all accumulated from the dead energy, and he is destined not to live long. Master, if you want to use the Li family to reunite the dragon veins, you are really going the wrong way."
Master Wuwei was silent.
Xuan Xuanzi said in a deep voice: "Li Tianlan, how can he survive? Even if you change his destiny, or even make his destiny return to chaos, what way can he survive? He will definitely die, sooner or later."
Xuan Xuanzi paused and then said inexplicably: "The more glorious it was, the more chaotic it became."
Master Wuwei nodded in approval. He smiled and said, "So the situation needs to be reopened, so that the invincible realm becomes nothing."
"Caoji?"
Xuan Xuanzi's tone was indifferent: "Just rely on Li Tianlan? Can he do it?"
"He can do it. Only he can do it. One day, he alone will be enough to recreate the most glorious era."
Master Wuwei's tone became calmer.
"He must die."
Xuan Xuanzi shook his head.
"If he were the only one, he would definitely die, but with Qin Weibai by his side, the two of them have completely complementary personalities. Judging from their fate, they can be said to be a match made in heaven. With her here, who dares to say that Li Tianlan will die?"
Master Wuwei is still denying Xuan Xuanzi’s remarks.
Xuan Xuanzi snorted heavily, gritted his teeth, and said coldly: "The devil is in trouble!"
"Buzz!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two discs in front of him suddenly made a soft sound.
On the destiny roulette, the two pointers that had always been trembling but never moved started to move in an instant.
The roulette pointer engraved with a silver metal cylinder trembled slightly, moving from the door of life to the center of the door of death almost instantly.
The pointer stayed firmly in the middle of the death door, motionless.
And the pointer on the roulette wheel engraved with clouds and smoke is also moving, from the edge of the door of death to the door of life.
Xuan Xuanzi was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said: "Master, you are still wrong."
He picked up one of the disks and said with a smile: "Li Tianlan's destiny is directed at the door of death. There is no life for ten deaths. What else do you have to say?"
"The death of Tianjiao has a cause and effect with him invisibly. But things must be reversed at the extreme, which is not necessarily a bad thing."
Wuwei Master Furui Fuha said: "I still believe in those two children. Li Tianlan has good luck and is the most suitable carrier. Xiaobai can complement him. This is the most perfect alternation of yin and yang."
Luck... carrier... alternation of yin and yang?!
Xuan Xuanzi's body trembled violently, and his ruddy face seemed to turn pale in an instant.
The dust in his hand trembled violently, and he stared at Master Wuwei's calm profile. Xuan Xuanzi said in disbelief: "You want him to carry the dragon's veins?!"
Dragon veins carry the destiny of a country.
If Li Tianlan carries the dragon vein...
This is a real violation of heaven's will!
"Are you crazy?!"
Master Wuwei smiled and said nothing.
Xuan Xuanzi's face was uncertain. After a long while, he said coldly: "Is this the reason why you chose them?"
"choose?"
Master Wuwei shook his head: "If we talk about choice, it is destiny that chose me."
He closed his eyes and his thoughts surged.
In the winter of more than ten years ago, in the southwest of Zhongzhou, the first time he saw Qin Weibai, who was only ten years old, was during a heavy snowfall that had been rare in the southwest for many years.
That day, in the icy, snowy, turbid world, all he saw was a desolate soul covered with scars and a heart that felt like death.
A smile appeared on Master Wuwei's lips.
This is destiny!
A subtle sound breaking through the air suddenly sounded.
Master Wuwei remained motionless.
"puff!"
Amidst the dull sound, the soft floating dust instantly became as straight as a sword. Xuan Xuanzi held the fly whisk and stabbed directly into Master Wuwei's heart.
Blood spreads.
Master Wuwei opened his eyes, his eyes still calm.
"I have the luck of Qingyun Temple to reunite the dragon veins. What will happen even if you have destiny?"
Xuan Xuanzi said in an indifferent tone.
Master Wuwei chuckled, clasped his hands together, and sighed: "When things go to extremes, they must be reversed."
Along with his words, Master Wuwei's long, snow-white hair that covered his shoulders instantly burned into ashes, and a circle of air waves invisible to the naked eye spread around him. At this moment, Master Wuwei's whole body seemed to be glowing.
He straightened his body.
"boom!"
There seemed to be a roaring sound between heaven and earth.
The air wave expanded instantly, driving Xuan Xuanzi's body and throwing him directly out of the hall.
Master Wuwei, who had lost his long hair, had blood flowing from his chest, dyeing his clothes red.
Kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, he lowered his head piously, clasped his hands together, and said in a still loud and powerful voice: "Amitabha."
The pale-faced Xuan Xuanzi fell out of the hall, holding Fu Chen tightly in his hand with a look of disbelief on his face.
A dazzling light jumped out of the sky.
The sky and the earth are filled with sunlight in an instant.
When the morning light rises.
Dark night is approaching.
There is morning and there is night.
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(These chapters have been a bit scattered recently, and they are considered pitfalls.) Several brothers said that they can’t understand it. The pit is not deep. The third volume is not long in the first place. These pitfalls will basically be buried in the near future. However, the update is a bit slow.