The previous saint was taken aback, she was just speculating, but she didn't expect it to be the case, but the sect leader had never made such a mistake.

A few years less life expectancy sounds like nothing really, just a few years less actually represents the weakness of the whole body, especially the psychological decay is irreparable.

They all believe that the life span of a person is fixed, and of course when it comes to accidents such as fire, water, fire, and natural disasters, that is another matter, and the so-called fixed lifespan is only relative to the absence of disasters and difficulties, and diseases can also be counted.

People who believe in a fixed life span believe that as long as the life expectancy does not expire, even if it is a serious illness, it can be cured without medicine, on the contrary, if a person's life is at the end of his life, even a small illness can kill him, and the divine doctor cannot save it.

There is also a saying in traditional Chinese medicine: medicine does not kill diseases.

This sentence has a lot of meanings, and one of the meanings is that there is no cure for life at the end of life. On the other hand, it means that there is no significant problem with the human body, but the vital functions are exhausted, and such a disease cannot be cured. As for whether the exhaustion of life functions is the same thing as the end of life, Chinese medicine believes that it is not the same thing, some people do not have any problems with their bodies, and their life functions are strong, but they will suddenly lose their lives, which should be the most significant sign of the end of life expectancy.

The essence of human life is still the soul, not the body, and without the soul, no matter how strong the body is, it is just a bunch of carbohydrates.

"The Sect Master should be able to recover, right?" The Virgin asked.

"I don't know, but practicing other exercises may increase longevity, and then it will be considered to make up for it." Zhao Quan's face was relaxed, but his heart was full of gloom.

The previous saint didn't feel relaxed in her heart, now the White Lotus Sect is supported by the sect leader alone, inside and out, if an accident happens to the sect leader at this time, the fate of the White Lotus Sect is worrying.

Although her status is similar to that of the sect leader, she also has self-knowledge, and the value of the saint is more in symbolism, a means of gathering faith, and she herself is simply different from the resourceful and pedantic sect master.

With a wave of her hand, the maids and clergy went out one by one with the kneeling disciples below, none of whom dared to look up at the most sacred sect leader and saint in their hearts, as if even the most pious look was a blasphemy. They usually only dare to look up and bow down to the statues of these two gods, but now it is a supreme happiness to be able to prostrate at the feet of the true God.

"Master." The inaugural saintess shouted again.

She was a little worried that the sect leader had a serious health problem and could no longer stand up from the throne.

"I'm fine."

Zhao Quan saw his worries and stood up and stepped off the throne.

At this time, bunches of incense and candles and bright lamps were still lit on the main hall, which constituted a large array. However, at this time, although the large array was still operating, there was no one to preside over the Gathering Spirits.

At this time, there were only two people on the grand ceremony, which looked like two black dots from a distance, and the dense incense candles and lamps were like a dense sea of fragrance, drowning the two of them.

The previous saint saw him stand up, and he was still vigorous when he walked, but she was relieved, as long as the sect leader was fine, everything would be fine, as for the matter of life overdraft, she believed that the sect leader of the pedantic heavenly beings would always find a way to get it back.

"Your Highness has also worked hard, please go back and rest. I'm going to sit here a little longer. Zhao Quan looked at the lights like a sea and said.

The Virgin bowed and turned to withdraw.

She is indeed exhausted, and her mind is too depleted, and she is her deputy for this ritual, and although the price she pays is not as big as that of the sect leader, it is not small.

Fortunately, she doesn't have to manage the affairs of the sect, she can cultivate and cultivate carefully, and the loss of her mind can recover in about a month. She felt a little guilty in her heart, she was half useless, and her disciples had not been able to fully grow up, so she couldn't worry about the sect leader. Although the actual affairs of the sect are in charge of the major elders, and there is no need for the sect leader to worry about it, the macro strategic matters must still be planned by the sect leader, and that is the most important and tiring thing.

"How's the Sect Master?"

As soon as she came out, the elders who were waiting outside gathered around and asked.

"The Sect Master is fine, but the practice has consumed too much mental energy, and he needs to recuperate carefully for a while."

"So did the teacher succeed in doing the big thing?" An elder asked.

"When the sect leader goes out, it is natural that he will succeed, do you still need to ask?" The inaugural saint said with a slight smile.

"Yes, my subordinates are reckless, please forgive your highness." The elder hurriedly bowed down and pleaded guilty.

"Forget it, you are also thinking about the great cause of this sect, and you are not guilty, but you must not have doubts about the sect leader, and you must not waver in the great cause of this sect." After she finished speaking, she left with a large number of maids.

Several elders looked at each other, and they all just smiled bitterly.

Of course, they have faith in the sect leader, and they also have the belief that the cause of the White Lotus Sect will win, but at their level, they are no longer blind believers and blind followers, and they also know that the sect leader is not a god, but a human being, and manpower is sometimes exhausted.

"As far as I know, it seems that the Sect Master is trying to compete with someone for luck. Elder Xiao went to Beijing City specifically for this purpose, but I don't know if he has succeeded, and there is no news so far. ”

Despite the holy woman's reprimand, several elders chatted.

"The theory of luck is illusory, only the sect leader can get a glimpse of it, so I don't want to think about this problem later." Another elder sighed.

"No, how did I hear that the sect leader was trying to kill that person with great luck?"

"This is not a conflict, if you kill the person who has the atmospheric luck, won't the sect leader be able to take possession of the atmospheric luck? My religion will surely flourish from this. ”

"Who's that guy? Why bother so much to kill a person, just send more masters to assassinate him. ”

"How can it be so easy, all living beings in the Central Plains, do you know which one is the one who has great luck? Only if the sect leader is proficient in Wangqi and is proficient in the study of weft, can he use the Divine Concentration Array to shuttle the divine thoughts and find the person who is shrouded in atmospheric luck, and then he can kill him. An elder explained.

"It's so troublesome, but the sect leader has already cultivated to such a realm, and can his divine thoughts travel thousands of miles away to kill people?" An elder felt unbelievable.

"Of course, the sect master's supernatural powers are not something that we can glimpse into them." An elder exclaimed.

This was agreed by several elders, and Zhao Quan used all kinds of magical spells to convince these people to be willing to die for themselves. At the level of elders, the doctrine of faith is no longer so effective.

It is the same with any sect, the more pious and fanatical the people at the bottom, the more they believe in it, the more they go up, the weaker they become, and when they reach the top, they still can't get rid of their interests and rights, and faith is nothing more than a means and tool to control others.

Several elders chatted for a while and walked away, they didn't know what was inside, and they didn't dare to inquire more, the rules were strict, even the elders didn't dare to violate it easily.

Zhao Quan sat in the main hall, not on his throne, but on the cold marble. He didn't rush to cultivate to recover the depleted mind, but his heart fluctuated.

He has excellent intelligence, and he is also a master of divination, Wangqi, Weiwei, astrology, Qimen Dunjia several thaumaturgy, he believes that it is not too inferior to Liu Ji, and even surpasses Liu Ji in some places, not to mention the various spells he is proficient in, and no one in the world should be invincible.

A few years ago, when he went up to observe the celestial phenomena, he found that there were strange changes, but he couldn't see what caused it, and then in addition to observing the astrology every day, he also made a breakthrough in the science of thaumaturgy such as divination, divination, and wangqi, but this breakthrough did not make him ecstatic, but frustrated, frustrated, and creepy.

From the proverbial science, he came up with a prophecy: the true king is out, the white lotus is extinguished, and the fortune of a hundred years will be solved in one day.

When he saw this prophecy, he couldn't believe it, what kind of prophecy was this, it was simply the death sentence of him and the White Lotus Sect.

He didn't dare to reveal this matter to anyone, if it leaked out, it would not only shake the morale of the army, but also make the disciples deviate from morality, once there was a crisis in the White Lotus Sect and the belief in the sect leader, the system would soon collapse, and the White Lotus Sect would exist in name only.

He still quietly observed the astrology, especially paying attention to the changes in luck, sure enough, in the past few years, there were signs of luck condensation in the mainland, and he was horrified in his heart, if these luck gathered in one person, the gods and men were helpless.

But this is an inevitable thing, his only way out is to find the person under the condensation of luck in advance, kill that person, and then seize this hundred years of luck, in that case, not only will the disaster be avoided, but the White Lotus Sect will be even more lucky, and there will be another grand occasion of prosperity.

Regarding the matter of luck, he briefly told some elders in the core layer, after all, if he wants to do the spell of concentrating the gods, he needs to use most of the disciples in the interior and outside the country, and it is always impossible to do it without an explanation. Those elders are also old and sophisticated, and ordinary lies can't hide from them, but are self-defeating.

However, he didn't tell anyone about the prophecy of "the true king will come out, the white lotus will be destroyed, a hundred years of luck, and one day will be solved", this kind of thing will be buried in his heart forever, and he will be buried in the ground with him in the future, and no one knows the truth.

Who is the true king?

This is the biggest problem he faces, if he finds out who it is, even if it is the emperor, he has a way to deal with it, if it is an ordinary person, it will be easier, send more people to assassinate or use all kinds of discord schemes, false accusations can always get rid of it.

He gathered tens of thousands of disciples to do the Gathering Divine Spell, and it was also the belief that these tens of thousands of disciples contributed to the contribution, so that he was able to shuttle his divine thoughts to Beijing City, and he really discovered the condensed luck, and it has been shown that it is in a person's body, originally as long as he has even a moment of effort, even if he fights his own half-crippled, plus the lives of thousands of disciples, he will definitely be able to use the divine mind to turn the sword and kill that person.

It's a pity, luck doesn't help.