Chapter Fourteen: Three Disasters, Six Disasters and Nine Diseases
"Three calamities, six difficulties and nine illnesses?"
The young man and woman were startled and looked at each other. He was the King of Misfortune. It is said that only one in 10 million people would appear. He would suffer from constant disasters, misfortunes and illnesses. Even the unparalleled King Wu could not You can't escape King E, so you can imagine how strong and difficult this fate is.
But the man in front of him actually had the same fate as King Wu, so one can imagine his fate. The young woman looked at Zhang Cheng with some pity.
"You see, the Feng Shui here is a rare extremely yang place, imitating a lake and backed by a green mountain. There are three six-foot-six-inch willow trees planted on the left and right of the tomb to determine the yin and yang and balance the universe. This is the true dragon ninety-nine unified, Kill the Heaven Bureau and change the destiny."
"Change your destiny against the heavens!" The young woman lost her voice, "Isn't this the legendary and lost supreme Feng Shui chess game that defies the heavens and changes your destiny? It is said that to perform this Feng Shui, you need to use your own soul as a guide, and you will never be reincarnated. Doesn't it mean that , King Wu committed suicide."
"Yes, it is true that he committed suicide, because only by committing suicide can the soul be taken out. I never thought that King Wu would be so persistent. In order for his successor to be able to overcome three disasters, six difficulties and nine diseases, he would become the Nine-Nine Supreme and fulfill his ideals, even at the expense of himself. , if you don’t enter reincarnation, why bother? The price is too heavy.”
The old man is melancholy.
"That's because King Wu is too stupid. Even King Wu himself can't do something against the heavens, and he wants this trash to do it for him. That's impossible." The young man looked at Zhang Cheng who was killed by him. , said disdainfully: "You deserve to be killed by me."
"Perhaps, this is fate. Three disasters, six difficulties and nine diseases can cure your life. The king of misfortune is doomed to a miserable life. How can a Feng Shui chess game change it? Being accidentally killed by Tengjiao may also be your misfortune. Even if Tengjiao If you don't kill him, he will only live another two or three years at most given his cultivation. Forget it, just think of it as me helping you clean up your family, so that he won't ruin your reputation in the future."
The old man was a little angry at first, but the thought of killing this young man would be a relief for him. Otherwise, he would have endless bad luck and trouble in the future.
Thinking of this, he felt relieved, turned around sadly and walked away.
The young man and woman behind him also followed. Before leaving, the young man named Tengjiao looked back at King Wu's tomb with a cold look in his eyes.
hack!
A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and drizzle fell from the dark sky, getting heavier and heavier, and soon turned into a downpour.
Rain poured on his face, Zhang Cheng's eyelashes fluttered twice, and he slowly opened his eyes. Where is this place? By the way, I was attacked and knocked unconscious by that man.
The heart beat again, sending blood to other places. Zhang Cheng, whose limbs were numb, gradually gained strength. After a while, Zhang Cheng twisted his head and got up from the ground with some difficulty.
Zhang Cheng's face changed drastically, his eyes were red, and bloodshot eyes were filled with blood. He was filled with murderous intent and rage.
"Ahhh!"
roar!
"Who did it?"
Zhang Cheng staggered towards Uncle Zhang's grave. It was slippery inside, and he accidentally slipped and fell hard into the muddy water, causing mud to splash.
Zhang Cheng, however, acted as if he hadn't heard anything and almost crawled over to reach Uncle Zhang's grave. At this time, the stone tablet at Uncle Zhang's grave had been smashed into several pieces, with only a quarter left stuck in the ground, with willow trees on the left and right. It was plucked up, broken and thrown aside.
What made Zhang Cheng furious was that Uncle Zhang's grave had been dug up, and part of the coffin could be seen. However, the coffin was chopped three times from top to bottom with a sharp blade. The force was so strong that the coffin and the body inside were cut off.
Cut into three pieces.
Uncle Zhang conducted a burial!
But someone cut the body into several pieces. You know, in Zhang Cheng's eyes, Uncle Zhang is his father. Now that his father died and his body was hurt, Zhang Cheng was furious.
"Uncle Zhang, I didn't repay you when you were alive. After death, if your body is insulted by others, it's the same as killing you."
"Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you." The old man and the young man and woman behind him appeared in Zhang Cheng's mind. The old man and the young woman did not pay much attention, but the young man ordered Zhang Cheng to kill him.
The mind boils.
From the moment the young man took action, Zhang Cheng felt endless killing intent. In other words, he deliberately wanted to kill Zhang Cheng. Zhang Cheng was almost certain that this young man did all of this. As for that
Old man, he came to worship Uncle Zhang. Why bother to worship him if he wants to destroy his tomb?
The rain was pouring down, and Zhang Cheng wanted to restore the tomb with his hands. However, the coffin was broken. If he were buried like this, the rainwater would invade the coffin. In addition, Zhang Bo's body was cut into three parts and he could not leave it alone.
The rain soaked the soil and made it soft. Zhang Cheng dug out the coffin from the soil with his bare hands. Then he opened the lid of the coffin and prepared to take out Uncle Zhang's body to preserve it until he could find a good coffin and reinstall it tomorrow.
With a click, the coffin lid opened.
"How is that possible!"
"No!"
"Where did the body go?"
Uncle Zhang's body had been buried for three months, and logically it should have been badly decomposed. Even if only the bones were left, Zhang Cheng was not afraid. However, there was no body at all inside, only a line of words engraved on the bottom of the coffin.
"My child, don't be sad. If you can master the cultivation of "Ninety-nine Heavens" and change your fate against the will of heaven, we will meet again, Supreme Nine-Nine Heavens!"
This was Uncle Zhang's handwriting. Zhang Cheng recognized it and was very excited, shocked, and deeply confused. If you say this, Uncle Zhang is not dead.
If he wasn't dead, why pretend to be?
No wonder Uncle Zhang chose to be buried. It turned out that he wanted to fake his death.
Zhang Cheng has endless confusion in his heart. If he wants to solve it, he can only wait until he sees Uncle Zhang again before asking. However, one thing is certain, based on Zhang Cheng’s understanding of Uncle Zhang, since he said that he practiced "Ninety-nine
Only by practicing "Ninety-Nine Heavens" can one see Uncle Zhang again.
The rain has stopped, the night is deep, and the moon quietly climbs into the sky.
Zhang Cheng did not leave, but recovered from his injuries under a big tree.
This time the heart was severely injured. Zhang Cheng's heart stopped beating instantly and he lost his breathing. If other people's hearts stopped beating, they would die, but Zhang Cheng was an exception.
All this is because of the "Ninety-nine Heavens" technique!
This was given to him by Uncle Zhang, who said it was a martial art. Zhang Cheng had always believed that it was a martial art, but rather special. It was only in recent years that Zhang Cheng began to doubt the true identity of "Ninety-nine Heavens".
Just a few months ago, Zihan's incident allowed Zhang Cheng to finally confirm that "Ninety-nine Heavens" is not a martial arts!