I don't know when it started,

My vision gradually blurred,

My body is getting more and more out of control,

Even my divination began to make occasional mistakes.

Is my limit almost up?

Or is it because I leaked too much heavenly secrets and was punished by this god?

No! I won't wait for death, I, the Great Xia National Teacher, Shibi, want to fight against the Mandate of Heaven!

The master once said that when the three knocks of this door are completed,

A knock on the mountain is missing!

Two knocks back to the Tibetan Sea!

Three knocks are easy to !!

The three knocks are reversible, I want to try it!

Against the sky, it is necessary to find the closest place to the sky.

The ancient heavens, not the mountains.

I'm not right, a kowtow,

The heavens and the earth rumbled, the mountains roared, and thousands of piles of falling snow rolled up.

Two dangerous peaks opened in the middle, revealing a straight road paved with snow blossoms.

I entered the gate of heaven, and bowed twice,

Russia is full of thunder and lightning, and nine tornado columns are intertwined with each other.

This is not an ordinary whirlwind, but a column of water! The dragon spits water!

However, the kung fu of the body has already brought out a black lake.

This is the Kara Sacred Lake known as the ink pool of King Mu of Zhou.

The lake thundered incessantly, and the tornadoes did not stop.

I stepped lightly on the surface of the lake, ignoring the wind and thunder, and walked slowly.

In the middle of the lake is an altar.

As long as you go up to the altar, write the divination, and prostrate three times,

Then the world is easy, the limit is broken, my life is up to me, not by the sky.

This altar has been visited by previous people.

The first line of handwriting is already on the stone book:

Xia Ruoxi, Yu Zhijie, Tian Yu Yu killed the thief head of the Mourning Mountain, prayed.

I sighed softly, lifted the stone pen, reached into the inkwell, and dipped it in the lake, but I didn't know how to put it down.

The supreme precepts of the three knocking methods are forbidden, and those who do not practice the magic are self-divinating.

Rebels, Heavenly Strike!

Good! I only change my life, and I don't know the outcome.

Thief God, what can you do to me?

I looked at the winding Ye River in the north, the medicine killed the water in the past, and I had an idea,

Only mentioned the word "leaf", and then laughed and put down the pen.

My life is up to me! Thief God, you don't let me be happy, and I won't let you have a good time!

Let your king Lao Tzu have a big fist, but he is free and easy!

- The end of this time

If you are interested, please pay attention to the historical novel written by the talented girl Ban Yetang - "Three Knocks".