Chapter Ninety-Seven: Daozun Draws Hexagrams
"In the morning, I saw a Xuanwu coming from the west, and I knew that a master was coming, so I came to take a look!" Wang Daoming said with a smile, martial arts has reached his point, the development of spiritual potential, and all kinds of incredible abilities have been born, if it is an ordinary person, it is just an ordinary person, and it is difficult for a master like Li Qiankun to hide his induction.
"Xuanwu came to the west, Lao Dao, I thought that my achievements had been completed, and my spirit and spirit were not leaking, but I still missed it, but I didn't know, so I thought it was not leaking!" Li Qiankun shook his head, and his heart was inevitably low.
This feeling is like a master who originally thought that he had become invulnerable to kung fu and was broken by someone with a knife, and the so-called invulnerability was just because the knife and gun he used to test was not sharp.
"People exist between heaven and earth, and they are part of heaven and earth, but because of the existence of ideas, they are divided into inside and outside, but ideas are always communicating with the outside world, and there is nothing in the world that is really not missing!" Wang Daoming shook his head, the higher his martial arts, the more he felt that the so-called non-leakage was just a description, a metaphysical thing.
"Brother Qiankun, didn't you say that you wanted me to inspect something this time, now that the Eternal Saint is in person, why don't you let the saint take a look, maybe you can see the secret hidden in that thing!" At this moment, Zhu Tianhua suddenly said with a smile.
"It's okay, I'm tired!" Li Qiankun hugged his fist towards Wang Daoming.
"It's okay!" Wang Daoming waved his hand, and the wind was light.
Seeing this, Li Qiankun directly took out a sachet from his arms, and then poured out half a piece of tortoise shell that was black and full of cracks from the sachet.
The tortoise shell looked very old, full of traces of time, as if it would turn into dust at any time, Li Qiankun put the tortoise shell in the palm of his hand, looking very careful.
"This is something I found from an ancient cave in Kunlun Mountain, very mysterious, in the past few years, I have rummaged through countless Taoist materials, but in the Taoist collection, I found a few records of this thing!" Li Qiankun was a little serious.
Wang Daoming and Zhu Tianhua did not answer, waiting for Li Qiankun to continue.
Li Qiankun didn't sell it, and continued: "Legend has it that this tortoise shell is the place where Daozun and Heluo meet, after painting the innate gossip, the tortoise shell used for divination for the first time, in the process of divination, this tortoise shell has obtained the three-point merit of the innate gossip, as well as a wisp of Daozun's spirituality, so it can be immortal!" ”
"I flipped through the Daozang and found that Dayu of the Xia Dynasty, King Wen of the Shang Dynasty, and Wuhou of the Three Kingdoms period in the past thousand years, Yuan Tiangang in the Tang Dynasty, and Zhang Sanfeng in the Ming Dynasty all seem to have obtained this half of the tortoise shell!"
"Are you saying that this half of the tortoise shell has the mystery of Daozun's innate gossip?!" Zhu Tianhua frowned slightly.
Daozun Fuxi, is the creator of the innate gossip, in the legend, the congenital gossip can be regarded as heaven and earth, gods and ghosts, the first painting of the gossip, the heaven and the earth are shocked, the gods and ghosts cry, the sky is crying blood, and the end is terrifying to the extreme.
The things of ghosts and gods are ethereal, Zhu Tianhua does not believe in ghosts and gods, but he knows that there are indeed people who can be counted in the future, just like what Wang Daoming saw on the bank of the Yangtze River, if the spiritual cultivation is strong, it is indeed possible to capture the mystery of the future.
"If it is really that tortoise shell, there must be something in it, otherwise Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang will talk about how to push back the map and calculate the next thousand years, you must know that according to the records, although the spiritual cultivation of those two people is not bad, at most they are not Dan Dao, and they will not surpass, they must have borrowed external force!" Li Qiankun said that in order to find out the secret of this tortoise shell, he did a detailed investigation, if he really had no choice, he would not have come to consult Zhu Tianhua, such a treasure, no one would be willing to share it with others.
Finally, Wang Daoming spoke: "In this half of the tortoise shell, there is definitely a problem, I can only count it as a hundred years of national fortune in one thought, Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng can't have my spiritual cultivation, the problem can only be used on this tortoise shell!" ”
"Can you count the national fortune for a hundred years?!" When Li Qiankun heard Wang Daoming's words, his heart was turbulent.
He is also proficient in all kinds of easy numbers, but he still can't see the national fortune clearly, otherwise Wuhou would not have died in Wuzhangyuan back then, you must know that Wuhou could be suspected of having tortoise shells on his body at that time, Li Qiankun guessed that the tortoise shells at that time should be Wuhou's eight array diagrams.
Wang Daoming waved his hand: "It's only a hundred years, and what I see is just a few fragments, the future is uncertain, and it may not go according to what I see!" ”
"Let me see this tortoise shell first!"
Wang Daoming stretched out his hand, and Li Qiankun did not hesitate, and directly put the tortoise shell in Wang Daoming's hand.
Wang Daoming looked at this half of the tortoise shell, this half of the tortoise shell was full of cracks, it seemed fragile, as if a gust of wind could blow it apart, but Wang Daoming felt an immortal quality, it was a strange feeling, as if it was a reincarnation tablet in Putuo Village, although it was a mortal material, but it could not be added to the years.
Looking at the cracks, Wang Daoming saw four hexagrams in the cracks, earth, fire, feng shui, and thought that the remaining four hexagrams should be on the other half of the tortoise shell.
Seeing this, Wang Daoming closed his eyes directly, and after three or four breaths, Wang Daoming's spirit finally reached the apex, and then his spiritual mind flew out like a divine eagle, fighting time and space, and suddenly penetrated into half of the tortoise shell.
"Boom!"
At this moment, the four people present only felt a shock in their spirits, Wang Daoming's mind seemed to have opened some kind of shackles of the tortoise shell, and a faint brilliance bloomed from the tortoise shell, and the mysterious mark on Wang Daoming's arm also flickered imperceptibly at this moment, so that Wang Daoming could not detect it.
In the next moment, Wang Daoming only felt that a mysterious force suddenly wrapped his thoughts, between the lightning and flint, beyond time and space, endless light, in Wang Daoming's thoughts, outlining countless magnificent pictures.
The starry sky, the earth, the mountains, the rivers, the ......, the majestic palace, the prosperous capital, one after another outstanding talents, stirring the storm......
Wang Daoming saw that some people were enlightened in the mountains, swaying Tai Chi Yin and Yang, and some people were calculating the past and future in the palace, and only stopped pushing their backs; Someone continued his life in Wuzhangyuan Seven Stars, but he was tragically killed......
The faster the picture flashed, Wang Daoming thought in his heart, knowing that these pictures may be old scenes recorded in the tortoise shell, just like the disc tapes of later generations, which can record information, and you must know that between heaven and earth, there is no lack of natural terrain, and the pictures of the past can be recorded.
It's just that this tortoise shell has been recorded a little too much!
In the end, Wang Daoming's thoughts seemed to transcend the light, and what he saw was not just a simple picture, but as if he had really come to that era.
Finally, Wang Daoming came to the source of everything, which was a land of mountains and rivers, where the two rivers met and turned into Yin and Yang Taiji, surrounded by tall peaks and lush ancient trees.
On the bank of the two waters, Wang Daoming saw a man with a handsome face, a slender body, and a white-clothed Shengxue who looked like an immortal, drawing hexagrams out of thin air in the void.
"Could it be that this person is Dao Venerable?!"
A thought flashed in Wang Daoming's heart, everything around him could not be touched, it could be seen that it was just a picture, but Wang Daoming still had a feeling in his heart that he had really come to the time when Daozun painted the hexagram.
"In this era, civilization is ignorant, where did the white clothes come from?!" Instead, Wang Daoming felt a little frightened in his heart, this world is not as simple as he seems on the surface.
Moreover, Daozun draws hexagrams in the air, showing that the void is immortal, this is already a supernatural power, what is the origin of this Daozun in front of him?!
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