Chapter 9 The world is astonishing and the divine calculation is unparalleled!
Above the night, March is completely red, and in the sea of stars, the stars are like fire.
Woohoo~!
As Yinghuo Shouxin reappeared, a cold wind seemed to be blowing from the sea of stars, coming everywhere, spreading to the four seas and five continents, and the entire Longquan world.
At this moment, whenever you are in the Longquan world, no matter where you are, whether you are walking outside or quietly reciting Taoist scriptures in the cave, you will feel a chill in your heart.
It is not necessary to be proficient in the art of calculation, but as long as one is practicing cultivation, his heart seems to be covered with an indescribable aura.
"Such a deep calamity..."
On the top of a barren mountain, Hanyue Sanren, who was looking at the sea of stars in the distance, felt a chill on his spine and shuddered a little.
He has successfully cultivated the 'Book of Heaven's Shocking World', and he has a pair of Dharma eyes that can detect the aura of calamity.
At this moment, in his eyes, the invisible black mist spread from the depths of the sea of stars, spreading towards the heaven and earth at an unpleasant but unshakable speed.
Without pinching his fingers, he could calculate that in at least a few thousand years, this rolling calamity energy would turn into calamity fire capable of burning out gods and Buddhas, and burn out all living beings in this world!
Can……
"How many people in this world can survive before the calamity fire burns out?"
Hanyue Sanren, who was used to seeing life and death, couldn't help but tighten his sleeves at this moment.
According to the records in the Tianji Jingshi Book, the sentient beings enveloped by the calamity aura in a certain world often kill themselves until no one is left alive before the calamity fire comes.
Under the aura of calamity, all resentment, hatred, anger and murderous intentions will be amplified a thousand times. The deeper the precepts are observed and the higher the practice, they are often the first to break the calamity, lose themselves, and become Taoist ghosts...
"Tribulation, luck..."
Hanyue Sanren lowered his head, and there was a Qimen Divine Weapon lying in front of his knees.
Its whole body is pitch black, and it looks like an ancient sword, but it is long, edgeless, and has four edges. It has hundreds of millions of lines intertwined vertically and horizontally. The divine light is restrained, but it can still be seen that the various lines are changing like living creatures.
[The Divine Whip: The Ultimate Spiritual Treasure]
[The divine weapon forged from the true shape diagram preserved in ancient times has the power to drive away the herding gods...
The master of the divine level, the Tao Fruit in the middle is separated from the body, the level is broken...]
[This divine weapon cannot be used unless it is filled with misfortune. It has no power if it is forced. It will backfire on itself and all descendants of the bloodline...]
…
"Magic weapon? Is this a robbery weapon?"
Carefully putting away the divine whip, Hanyue Sanren stopped at the top of the mountain. He looked around, which was the direction of the four holy places.
"The sects in this world are extremely xenophobic. Even if I intend to support Po Jie, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to trust..."
He muttered to himself.
If possible, he would prefer the Holy Land Sect in this world to the solitary Northwest King.
Not only because of the latter's powerful power, but also because he really didn't want the calamity to come, and Yang Yu, no matter what his own thoughts, was now the first person born in response to the calamity.
"That's all, let's not talk about anything else for now. Let's follow what Master said and go find that 'little junior brother'!"
After sitting quietly all night, Hanyue Sanren didn't have much of a clue, so he had to calm down his thoughts temporarily and take out the magic whip. After silently chanting in his heart, he followed its guidance and left.
The Divine Whip has the ability to escape into the void. As it walks in the void, Hanyue Sanren can even clearly perceive the violent changes in the outside world.
In less than a month's time, when he walked out of the void, the guidance of the divine whip fell on a majestic city.
"This is?"
Hanyue Sanren counted with his fingers.
This is the place southeast of Nanling, the capital of the Qianyuan Dynasty?
His heart moved slightly, and he followed the guidance and walked into the city, only to see that the city was extremely lively. The sky was barely bright at this time, but the streets were actually a bit crowded?
There is a large open space in the bustling city. It is crowded with people at this time. There are hundreds and thousands of people on several floors inside and outside. There are more people in the distance poking their heads, but with so many people, there is not much noise.
Hanyue Sanren's heart moved slightly. He glanced casually and saw the center of the crowd:
"Fortune telling?"
He could clearly see that among the crowd was a small fortune-telling booth. A somewhat feminine young Taoist was sitting upright, telling fortunes at an extremely fast speed.
"Life is as cheap as grass. It's hard when you're young, it's hard when you're in your prime, and you're poor when you're old. There's not much to say. Next one!"
"If you are destined to be green, it's a pity that there is only a ray of it. When you are lucky, you may be able to take charge of a party and become a Bailihou..."
"The destiny is not bad, but the destiny is too bad. Even if there is a destiny to be granted a title of prince and prime minister, but the destiny is lazy and not enterprising, it may not achieve much..."
…
Hanyue Sanren's heart moved slightly, and after taking a few casual steps, he squeezed in front of the person, imitating the person in front of him and extending his hand.
"Um?!"
The fortune-telling young man suddenly raised his head, surprise and suspicion flashed across his eyes, and he said loudly:
"The stall is closed today. See you all in November next year!"
Hearing this sound, the crowd of onlookers howled, but actually did not make any trouble and dispersed obediently.
Soon, Hanyue Sanren was the only one left in front of the stall.
"The old Taoist master is finally here!"
The young Taoist put away his stall, smiled slightly, bowed and said:
"I am a poor Taoist, Jiang Xiazi. I am a disciple of Yushan. What should I call him?"
"Um?!"
Hanyue Sanren's brows suddenly knitted together. The moment he said his name, he already knew his origin and some experiences related to him.
The only true legacy of the Yushan Sect, an inner disciple of the Wanshi Tian Sect, a practitioner of the Wanfa Pavilion, the national master of the Qianyuan Dynasty, the deputy sect leader of the Wudou Sect...
"Are you waiting for me?"
Hanyue Sanren's face was expressionless.
"Someone asked me to wait here, saying that it would take at least a hundred years to welcome my noble lady. Calculating the time, it has only been more than thirty years..."
Jiang Xiazi didn't hide it and handed over again:
"I wonder what you call me, old Taoist?"
"Who asked you to wait here?"
Old Taoist Hanyue's face turned gloomy. If the divine whip hadn't been pointed at this place, he would have really wanted to turn around and leave.
At the same time, I was surprised and confused. Although I didn't come here on a whim, someone could actually calculate it more than thirty years in advance?!
"The old Taoist is so rude!"
Jiang Xiazi looked unhappy and walked away, while Hanyue Sanren only sneered and turned around to leave.
"Fellow Taoist, please..."
As expected, a voice of condolences sounded in his ears, but Hanyue Sanren's heart was beating wildly, and he turned around to scold him without thinking:
"Shut up!"
"Well……"
Jiang Xiazi was caught off guard and took a few steps back in embarrassment:
"Power Word?"
"Silence Technique!"
Hanyue Sanren was a little surprised and confused. At that moment, the calamity energy between heaven and earth was mobilized.
If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might not have been riddled with calamity now...
"The cold moon of the poor man."
Hanyue Sanren took a deep breath, and the mana diffused and enveloped the entire street:
"This is the poor way to come..."
"Accepting a disciple as a teacher?"
Jiang Xiazi answered the words smoothly, and when he saw the old Taoist looking stunned, he couldn't help but feel shocked.
‘How could the prince calculate so accurately?!’
Jiang Xiazi was shocked.
He traveled hundreds of millions of miles to come to Nanling, of course, not only to spread martial arts. In fact, as the rumor spread that "practicing martial arts can improve your heels", martial arts no longer needed anyone to spread it.
He came here only because it was the order of his own prince...
"Is this all figured out?"
Hanyue Sanren was shocked beyond words.
Anyone who is good at calculating heavenly secrets must first learn how to avoid and be alert to other people's calculations.
Although he is not considered a master, if he is being counted without realizing it, it can only mean that the person who tells the fortune of the person in front of him is the master among masters!
"What else is he?"
"That person asked me to come to Nanling to find someone, and to wait here for a hundred years. He said that someone wanted to become a master and recruit a disciple, and teach me the ultimate skills and magical weapons..."
Jiang Xiazi suppressed the shock in his heart, followed the explanation, and repeated:
"He also said that if you waver, you will turn into ashes soon..."