Chapter 781 The place where all creation gathers, the place where the truth is perfected!
Huhu~
There seemed to be a cold wind mixed with heat rushing towards my face, and the aftermath of the war had not yet completely subsided.
Looking at the lingering smoke and dust above the palace, all the people watching the battle in various parts of the city lost their voices and remained speechless for a long time.
Those who can see these two great masters fighting against each other are by no means ordinary people. There are even some of them who are great masters and even master-level warriors.
In the Northwest Road, and even in the world, they can be regarded as masters, and in the state capital, they can be regarded as the best.
However, after witnessing this scene with their own eyes, which was like a collision between gods and gods, their hearts were shaken and they were greatly shocked.
Is that human being?
"It's over. It's much faster than expected. This king of the northwest is indeed..."
On a tall building in the north of the city, Hanyue Sanren smoothed his long beard with his hands and sighed slightly.
Feeling the familiar aura dissipate, Hanyue Sanren was neither sad nor happy. He had vaguely glimpsed this scene many years ago, but it was just not as clear as it is today.
There may be differences in small things, but in big ways, they are exactly the same as what he saw.
The disciples behind him looked at each other in disbelief, with their feet on the ground and their heads in the air, their desires unavailable.
"what happened?"
"Master, this, is this the end?"
The pretty female disciple pulled her master's sleeves and kept asking:
"Who, who won?"
Hanyue Sanren was silent, and an older disciple had already replied to her:
"Does that need to be said? Our master has always been on the side of the winner. Since he took action, it is natural that the northwest king will win!"
Other disciples also deeply agreed.
Compared with others in the city, they knew who the winner was from the beginning to the end. This certainty was based on the fact that their teacher had never made any misjudgments in more than a hundred years.
"Eight generations are united into one, and luck is added to the body. Montenegro should not be like this. Unfortunately, he cherishes his life too much, but he does not understand that there are few chances to fight in life..."
Looking at the still smoke in the palace, Hanyue Sanren shook his head slightly:
"His defeat was not unjust!"
The future is uncertain. No matter what he, the other ten masters who possess the supernatural power of knowing beforehand and Taoism, or even his master Sanxiao Sanren, all they can see are fragments that cannot be known to be true or false.
Corresponding to reality, reviewing and deducing, we can get a glimpse of the future.
In fact, in this battle, the old monster from Black Mountain had a much better chance of winning than the rising star of the Northwest King. However, a real fight would not only depend on the level of cultivation.
The old demon has practiced for eight hundred years and changed his body seven times. Even though he once had the heroic spirit of swallowing up mountains and rivers, now he is too obsessed with weighing caution.
Being cautious is not a bad thing.
However, when it comes time to make the real decision, if you still hold such thoughts, then it is exactly what Zhang Xuanba said when he commented on him.
'Do great things but cherish your own life...'
Hanyue Sanren sighed, but the other disciples felt nothing. After looking at each other, they said cautiously:
"Master, there is a tremor in the city, let's..."
"Let's go, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave."
Hanyue Sanren shook his head slightly.
He was going to leave, at least, he didn't want to stay in Northwest City at this moment, but...
Sighing slightly, he found a table and chair at random and sat down, clapped his hands, called the shopkeeper to serve a table of meat and vegetables, took off the gourd from his waist,
Pour a glass for myself, and pour a glass for the empty seat opposite:
"Since you are here, why doesn't the prince show up?"
Um?!
Seeing their master pouring wine, all the disciples were already a little uneasy. After hearing these words, their expressions couldn't help but change.
They didn't even see or notice it. They only felt that when they turned around, there was already sitting in front of their master a young man wearing mysterious clothes and carrying a long sword at his waist.
"King of the Northwest!"
All the disciples exclaimed and backed away.
The horror after the battle made their hearts tremble, and they felt as if a steel knife was pressed against their hearts, and they couldn't help but tremble.
"Hanyue Sanren."
With blood and gunpowder still lingering all over his body, Yang Yu sat down and glanced coldly at the Taoist in front of him.
Hanyue Sanren is extremely famous in temples, temples and rivers and lakes. At the same time, he is also an extremely mysterious person.
He has been in the industry for more than three decades, and almost all martial arts masters of his generation have died out, and only a handful of people know his origins.
The most well-known thing about him, apart from his reputation as the number one fortune teller and fortune teller in the world, is his hobby.
So beautiful, good wine, good treasures, good weapons, good calligraphy and painting...
Holding the wine glass, Hanyue Sanren smiled and let the person in front of him look at him, and said slowly:
"Your Majesty came very quickly."
"If you're not quick, how can you stop the Taoist priest?"
Yang Yu said calmly.
The refining of the Seal of Sacrifice was faster than swallowing any big medicine, so that after the battle, he was not tired at all.
After killing the incarnation of the old demon, he immediately locked the location of Hanyue Sanren.
Naturally, he was very curious and fearful of this number one divination master in the world who had criticized him.
That comment really revealed his state of mind and choices at that time.
Hanyue Sanren drank a glass of wine:
"The Dharma Eye is hidden and can penetrate the secluded world without any glitches. The prince possesses such magical powers, which is really the envy of our generation of physiognomists..."
The supernatural power of a rank cannot be hidden from others. Yang Yu did not think about hiding it, and he did not care much if it was revealed by him. He just looked at the person in front of him.
No shying away at all.
Under the secluded tunnel, the fate of the person in front of you is in chaos. You can only see the interweaving light and black air swirling inside.
But faintly, Yang Prison smelled a familiar scent on the person in front of him:
"You are the disciple of Sanxiao Sanren?"
Yang Yu's heart moved slightly. His memory had always been very good. As soon as his thoughts changed, he remembered where the familiar Qi machine came from.
When I was searching for the Xuan Ying Pearl in Mulin Mansion, I saw a stone tablet left by San Xiao San in an underground palace.
Inside, he had seen Sanxiaosanren and the Taoist boy behind him...
"good."
Hanyue Sanren was a little surprised, but it was just a little bit. Although his identity was mysterious, it was not unknown after all.
only……
Without any hesitation, he pinched his fingers in front of Yang Yu, and then a huge force seemed to explode from his fingertips, and he suddenly flicked his fingers away:
"you?!"
This time, he was really moved:
"Have you met my teacher?!"
Seeing his surprise, Yang Yu was slightly calm, but instead of answering, he asked:
"Yang has also studied Master Sanxiao's theory of tides many times, but there are still some parts that he doesn't quite understand. I wonder if Mr. Yang can help clear up his doubts?"
Staring at his flicked fingers again and again, Hanyue Sanren suppressed the surprise in his heart and smiled:
"Your Majesty, please tell me?"
"According to what Master Sanxiao said, there are four steps in the transformation of heaven, the revival of spiritual tides, the movement of a hundred ghosts at night, the movement of a hundred ghosts by day, and the reappearance of the fairy mountain..."
As the calamity approaches, the reputation of Sanxiaosanren also grows. The theory of tides written by him has been handed over to not only big forces, but also many small forces, and even many individuals in the world.
The theory of four steps of natural change has also been deeply rooted in people's hearts.
"...Yang doesn't know much about these four steps. I wonder if the elder can teach me?"
"..."
You don’t understand anything?
Hanyue Sanren certainly didn't believe these words, but he had to answer because he knew very well how violent the temper of the person in front of him was.
If we don't agree with each other, I'm afraid...
"In the past, my master once entered an extremely strange fairyland of immortals and demons. After returning, he wrote this book on tides without saying a word..."
Hanyue Sanren pondered for a moment and replied:
"According to what my master said, in an era older than ancient times, a catastrophe occurred, in which all gods and Buddhas perished...
And this catastrophe is related to the spiritual tide."
When it comes to understanding the theory of tides, no one in the world can surpass Han Yue Sanren. He talked eloquently and attracted a group of disciples behind him.
"According to my master's opinion, the spiritual tide is like a fish and water. If it is lacking, it will die. And the bigger the fish, the faster it will die when the tide recedes. Instead, it will be small fry that will survive."
longer..."
"Similarly, when the tide comes, the small fry will appear first... ghosts, of course not just ghosts...
Teacher, all those who are different from human beings are collectively called ghosts. He spends his life looking for traces of immortals and Buddhas, but he himself does not believe in immortals and Buddhas..."
As he spoke, Hanyue Sanren seemed to be lost in memories.
Spirit tide, hundred ghosts, fairy mountain...
Listening to Hanyue Sanren's words, Yang Yu didn't speak for a long time. After thinking about it carefully for a long time, he said:
"If we go by the tide theory, it seems that it is not yet the time for the Fairy Mountain to reappear. That Fangcun Mountain..."
"Is this what the prince really wants to know?"
Gently wiping the water from the corners of his eyes, Hanyue Sanren came back to his senses. He took a deep look at Yang Yu:
"It's a pity that poor Taoists don't know about this problem. In the final analysis, the master is a human being, not a god..."
"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for clarifying my doubts."
Yang Yu nodded, instead of getting to the bottom of things, he asked:
"Before, the Taoist Master once said that if Yang wants to break the catastrophe, he needs to go beyond the fortress..."
"Your Majesty, some words are not deliberately made by the poor Taoist, but are limited by the magical power, so they can only be like this..."
While drinking cup after cup of wine, Hanyue Sanren suddenly asked:
"May I ask, Lord, how does it compare with Lord Zhao back then?"
"Um?"
Yang Yu raised his eyebrows:
"Is this related to the catastrophe?"
"It does have something to do with it..."
After Hanyue Sanren thought for a moment, he looked around and saw that all the disciples came back to their senses, looked at each other, and exited the door one after another.
Only then did he send a message:
"More than fifty years ago, Pindao met Prince Zhao once, and at that time, he also left criticism for him..."
Yang Yu frowned slightly but did not interrupt.
"At that time, Prince Zhao was just like the prince he is today. He could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger and was at the top of the world. But that day, I saw a glimpse of disaster in him..."
Hanyue Sanren’s voice was very cautious:
"The combination of innate destiny and acquired destiny is destiny. A person's life is the combination of fate and destiny...
The so-called calamity comes from luck and fate. In the final analysis, it is the inevitable collision caused by the intertwining destinies of different people.
It's just like, if you and he both want a Taoist fruit, and neither of them can give it to each other, the result will be a distinction between high and low, even life and death..."
He wanted to explain in more detail, but Yang Yu nodded and motioned for him to continue.
Carrying the remaining pages of the book of life and death, over the years, he has a deeper understanding of destiny than Hanyue Sanren.
"... I first came here to pay homage to Prince Zhao. When I was passing by Longyuan, I made a divination on a whim, only to find that the fate that the prince will encounter is very similar to that of Prince Zhao..."
Hanyue Sanren's expression was solemn, and he also made an assertion:
"It's not just Heishan who is eyeing the prince, there should be someone else behind the old woman Liansheng..."
Lu Chen?
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed.
The old monster from Heishan has an extremely cautious character and will never take action unless he is absolutely sure. However, compared to the person suspected of being Lu Chen, he seems a bit too bold.
Until this moment, he didn't even know where he was or what his intentions were. He only knew that he seemed to want to cut off his path to immortality.
But why, he couldn't figure it out...
"well……"
Saying that, Hanyue Sanren couldn't help but sigh:
"It's not that Pindao doesn't want to see the prince, but he knows that once he meets you, the person behind it will definitely focus on Pindao..."
"It was Yang who was abrupt..."
Seeing that Yang Yu seemed to be apologetic, the old Taoist waved his hand again:
"Today's situation is not unexpected for Pindao. It doesn't matter if he really comes to our door. Who are we afraid of when we are about to die?"
"I just hope that for the sake of Pindao knowing everything, the prince will protect Pindao's disciples and many confidants on his behalf..."
While speaking, the old Taoist stood up and bowed slightly.
Yang Yu stretched out his hand to support the old man:
"How many are many?"
"Not counting those who have passed away, there should be seventy-three people alive now..."
Hanyue Sanren has some memories:
"People live too long, and there is really no fun. Having beautiful faces and gray hair is really the most painful thing in the world..."
"..."
Yang Yu was speechless for a moment.
"The prince probably feels contempt in his heart, thinking that this old man's unsatisfied desires bring harm to a good family... But the poor man always puts his passion before his desire, and never forces others to do anything. As for his love, it is difficult to break up..."
After shaking the empty wine gourd, Hanyue Sanren had something to say:
"The prince is young now, so he may not understand, but one day, you will live for hundreds of years, and all your relatives and friends will be gone...
When people are alive, they must have some sustenance. This is the secret of observing the precepts..."
"...This is my handwriting. If you send someone here, just take it with you and Zipao will make arrangements."
Naturally, Yang Yu was too lazy to discuss this with the bad old man, so he dropped his badge, stopped the old man, and asked the final question:
“What are white mountains and black waters?”
The saying "white mountains and black waters" has been widely spread over the years, and behind this are many large and small families migrating outside the Great Wall.
"Luck is like the tide, which sometimes rises and sometimes falls. There are always people who are knocked into the deep valley by the tide, and there are always people who stand on the head of the tide..."
Hanyue Sanren didn't avoid this matter very much and said it very straightforwardly:
"The great fortune of the next three hundred years lies between the white mountains and black waters. Those who go with it will have everything go smoothly, while those who go against will be plagued by cholera..."
At this point, the old Taoist no longer stayed, clasped his fists slightly, and left the room:
"Destiny is something that exists if you believe it, but doesn't exist if you don't believe it. Your Majesty, just listen to it for fun,
How can a charlatan have the final say on all major events in the world?"
call!
In the restaurant, it calmed down.
Without stopping him, Yang Yu thought for a long time, and then looked at the table, where the words condensed by dots of wine remained:
"The place where creation gathers, the place where the Tao is perfect..."
Good night, good night...it's getting later and later, I'm so ashamed.