The tranquility of the main hall was restored again, and the old Taoist stood up quietly, his long sleeves fluttering, and the fat Taoist robe was put on his body, not only did not appear bloated and funny, but lined him more and more detached.

Many of the Taoist disciples below suddenly felt a breeze blowing on their faces, and a few bold and fat eyebrows raised lightly, and their eyes were slightly raised, and they found that there was no one in the lotus platform in front of them.

One of the round-faced thin men turned around with a smile, and was just about to reach out to wake up his companion, who had been sitting honestly behind him, when he suddenly noticed a vague figure standing in the corner of his eye, but he reacted very quickly.

I saw that the bright smile on his face remained unchanged, the hand that leaned out was slightly lagging in the air, and suddenly leaned closer to his chest, exerting force on his legs and waist at the same time, twisting his heel while getting up, and the other hand was very naturally put on this hand into a fist, bowed his head and bent over, and said loudly: "Venerable Qiyu, the disciple encountered an incomprehensible problem, pondered hard, but to no avail, so I wanted to ask the Venerable, only to see that you didn't seem to be there, so I thought about asking Senior Brother Li......"

As soon as his words came out, he startled several other stubborn disciples who were also squinting and looking around, but they hadn't had time to move, and they were all secretly glad in their hearts at this moment.

"What's the problem?" said the old man's mellow voice, with a hint of anger in it.

"That's ......" The round-faced thin man suddenly showed a look of sudden realization, and muttered in his mouth, "I see......"

After muttering to himself for a while, his wandering eyes gradually returned to clarity, and when he looked at the old Taoist, he said with a spring breeze on his face: "A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in the mind of the disciple of Fang Cai, and he has already understood the mystery. ”

"So, then you can share your experience with everyone, after all, you have also delayed them a lot of time. ”

The round-faced thin man's face turned slightly pale, and he said with some embarrassment: "I'm afraid this is not good? You didn't say that only you can ...... if you realize it?"

"Hu Buwei! You wild boy really don't cry when you don't see the coffin, right? Or are you addicted to acting in front of the deity?" After a reprimand, the old Taoist seemed to be still angry, pointed at him and shouted: "You come out with me!"

The thin Hu Buwei Taoist hat was crooked, his face was full of grievances, the wide Taoist robe wrapped around his body was like a thin bamboo pole, and the cuffs of his shirt were full of dirt, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a dusty Taoist disciple, but like a wild boy who wandered the streets and alleys all day long in the world.

After an old man and a young man came out of the main hall, they twisted and turned, crossed the bridge through the door, and came to a stone pavilion with a wide field of vision. Half of this mist-shrouded pavilion is overhanging in the air, built on the edge of a cliff!

There is a stone table and two stone benches in the pavilion. On the table is carved a chessboard, with two chess pots facing each other.

After the old Taoist sat down, his eyes motioned for Hu Buwei to sit opposite, and asked, "Will it?"

"No!" Hu Buwei didn't hesitate after sitting down, and replied truthfully.

"Have you ever heard of the Confucian saying 'It is better to read ten thousand books than to travel ten thousand miles'?" The old Taoist did not continue to look at him, turned to look at the depths of the sea of clouds, and said to himself without waiting for Hu Buwei to answer.

"The nerds of Confucianism are not all incompetent, and some of the world-famous Confucians are really powerful. Some of the words they said were in line with the truth of heaven and earth. If it weren't for the fact that the purpose is somewhat contrary to our teachings...... Hehe, what are you doing with this?"

Hu Buwei knew that His Holiness had something to say to himself, but he just didn't ask questions, just smirked with him.

"You kid!" In the end, the old Taoist helplessly tapped him with his finger in the air, and made his words clear, "I don't bother to go around in circles with you." Pack up and go down the mountain!"

"Huh?" Hu Buwei was shocked in his heart, and immediately knelt down, he who had never been afraid of the sky and the earth, was also stunned at the moment.

"Venerable, the disciple has already realized his mistake! Please give the disciple another chance to mend his ways! I promise that there will be no next time!" Hu Buwei buried his head on the ground, his tone was sincere, and his voice trembled slightly, with an obvious crying tone.

The old Taoist twisted his gray beard and said with a smile: "What are you crying about? Isn't it just what you want to let you out?"

Hu Buwei Huo Ran raised his head, his face was already full of tears, and he begged pitifully: "Please, give me another chance!"

"Alright!" the old Taoist stopped teasing him and told him that this was an indispensable Hongchen experience for every cultivator. However, it is generally carried out after cultivating the five visceral gods, that is, when the Taoist master is in great consummation, in order to transform into a dragon and be promoted to the Taoist sect.

The boy was relieved, and then burst into tears and laughed.

The old Taoist shook his head with a smile, threw him a drawing, and sent him away.

After the young man Hu Buwei left, the small pavilion fell silent.

After a long time, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the shadow of the old man, and then a Taoist with a fluttering robe appeared on the stone bench opposite, and he was carved out of the same mold!

"How did I explain it before?" The old Taoist looked at the twin brother in front of him with some anger, and said coldly: "A dragon two, if he dies, he will die, and he is also worthy of your identity?"

"Forget it, but why do you still want to meddle in Ye Xiaochuan's affairs? In this case, wouldn't he deviate from the original established track?" It turns out that this old Taoist is Hua Jing, Hua Shen Doctor.

At this moment, the more he spoke, the more indignant he became, and his expression was almost eager to slap the self in front of him to death.

The scolding impostor Hua Jing on the other side suddenly said something, but he didn't hear the sound when he saw his mouth. But Hua Jing himself could obviously hear it, because his face was getting worse and worse.

After he finished speaking, Hua Jing immediately closed his eyes, his fingers quickly pinched, and after a long time, he flicked his sleeve robe, and said angrily: "How can this be? I can't deduce anything? Even Ye Xiaochuan is gone?"

According to the description of the shadow, under that circumstance at that time, if it hadn't shown its jade card to shock everyone, Ye Xiaochuan would probably have died. But this is unreasonable! With his luck, he can be called blessed by heaven, how could he die before he even stepped into the door of cultivation?

Could it be that there are Dao Ancestors and Saint-level Tongtian figures who are silently paying attention to him? No, this situation is very rare.

Could it be that this is the true providence?

Thinking of this, Hua Jing unconsciously raised his head, his sharp eyes easily pierced the thick fog, and he saw the vast sky above his head.

Whether it is the orthodox sects of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, or other sideways, anyone who cultivates to the highest and most profound realm has the ability to seek good fortune and avoid evil, and can even deduce the fortune of others.

However, can people really calculate the will of heaven? Hua Jing suddenly felt that his so-called divination and all the things that followed were all done according to the will of heaven. Everything is in the order of the Heavenly Dao.

"That's it, fortunately, Ye Xiaochuan himself doesn't know. Let's wait and see, and by the way, take that clone back! Hua Jing looked tired, and the blue above his head made him feel an inexplicable sense of depression.

As soon as the words fell, Second Master Long, who was 108,000 miles away from here, suddenly changed his face, and he felt that the thing had left him.