"Do you know these two?" Mo Yan asked in a low voice.

He Zichuan said: "After the He family extermination case, I had a relationship with the green-shirted young man outside Hejiabao, and he claimed to have become a casual cultivator by chance, and I didn't investigate it when I saw that he was not suspicious. ”

"This place is thousands of miles away from Hejiabao, how could a low-level monk of the Yuan Chu Realm get here from Falling Cliff City in just two months?"

"Now it seems that I was careless, this young man is not simple, we have to deal with it carefully. He Zichuan said.

Just at the stall where He Zichuan and Mo Yan were talking, two figures, an old man and a young man, had already passed through the front yard of the ruined temple and entered the dilapidated main hall, and when they saw He Zichuan and Mo Yan sitting in front of the bonfire, the two of them were also stunned.

"Ah, it's a senior!" The green-shirted young man saw He Zichuan clearly, and immediately took two steps forward happily and saluted. He Zichuan quietly bowed and returned the salute. The young man turned to Mo Yan again, ready to say hello to his senior's friend, but when he saw Mo Yan's peerless appearance, he was immediately amazed and carried away, and when he was halfway through the salute posture, he froze there, his young face was white and red, and his mouth was wide open, and he almost drooled.

Mo Yan didn't seem to be surprised by such a scene, skimmed his face slightly, and put on the veil again. He Zichuan coughed lightly, waking up the green-shirted young man who was immersed in his strange appearance.

"Ah, late life, no, down, no, the younger generation is rude, and I hope the two seniors are not strange. The green-shirted young man who came to his senses seemed to be at a loss, and he made amends again and again.

seemed to think that the young man was interesting, Mo Yan covered his mouth and chuckled, and the silver bell-like laughter made the green-shirted young man's heart flutter, and he almost lost his temper again. But fortunately, this young man seemed to have some concentration, and after a short period of distraction, he immediately returned to a serious appearance, looking at his nose and nose, and no longer daring to look at Mo Yan.

This scene is very similar to He Zichuan's reaction when he first met Mo Yan. He Zichuan knew that Mo Yan was sad in his heart at the moment, and he had a deep grudge against the two people who came in, how could he laugh because of a few antics acts, but he was just testing each other with this. He Zichuan sighed that every woman has a talent for acting, especially a woman like Mo Yan who makes good use of her beauty.

"Boy, do you know them?" the old man put down the basket on his back, and sat down at the other end of the ruined temple, leaning on the fallen half-Buddha statue, and when he saw the green-shirted young man coming back in despair after seeing the ceremony, he asked.

"Ah, yes. Ah, what are you talking about?" the green-shirted young man seemed to be still immersed in the aftertaste of Fang Cai, and was awakened by the old man's question.

The old man saw that he looked strange, and said suspiciously: "Hey, do you really know them? Look at you as if you have lost your soul, didn't you encounter something unclean in this ruined temple in the deep mountains?"

The green-shirted young man was shocked, and hurriedly reminded in a low voice: "Hey, old man, don't talk nonsense, those two seniors are all high-ranking immortals, and their means are powerful, so that they can hear that they want you to look good, I can't save you." ”

The old man snorted and said disdainfully: "Do you still need to say that you see that those two people are only dressed in single clothes in the midst of the violent snowstorm, and they are either monks who have some Taoism or evil spirits, just like you kid wearing several layers of cotton jackets in his robe." ”

The green-shirted young man was told the central matter, his cheeks turned red, and he said unconvinced: "Old man, don't look down on people, which immortal god didn't start cultivating from a low-level monk? ”

The old man cleared out a vacant lot in front of the fallen half-Buddha statue, lay down in his clothes, glanced at the confident green-shirted youth, and said lightly: "When you become a land immortal, the grass on my grave should be a few feet high, even if there is a day, I can't see it." ”

The green-shirted young man sat opposite the old man, smiled strangely, and said, "If you want me to say, you must be able to see it, otherwise let's make a bet?"

As soon as these words came out, the old man's face changed slightly, but after only a moment, he returned to normal and said, "What kind of gambling method?"

The green-shirted young man pointed at He Zichuan and said, "That senior once told me that the highest level that our monks can really cultivate is the Transformation Realm, and if you can see me advance to the Transformation Realm, I will win." ”

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "How do you win, and what if you lose?"

"If I lose, the conditions are up to you, and if I win, you have to lend me your sword book. ”

"You were all a Transformation Realm cultivator at that time, why do you still look at my broken sword book?"

"It's just to fulfill a long-cherished wish, otherwise you think your broken sword spectrum is so valuable?"

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "Speaking of which, it's not like to give me that sword book, I don't bet." ”

"Why are you so stingy, old man, but just look at it, and you won't take it away. ”

No matter what the green-shirted young man said, the old man just didn't let go, and in the end he simply turned over and ignored the green-shirted youth. Seeing that this stubborn old man refused to eat, the green-shirted young man had no choice but to sit down and meditate.

The conversation between the two naturally fell word for word, and all of them fell into the ears of He Zichuan and Mo Yan. He Zichuan combed it carefully, and there seemed to be nothing abnormal in it, but it was strange everywhere. The green-shirted young man is like a newborn calf, who does not know the height of the sky and the earth, and dares to boast that he can advance to the realm; while the old man seems to be a mortal, and his life span will come to an end in another ten or twenty years.

He Zichuan couldn't figure it out for a while, so he sent a voice to Mo Yan and asked, "Mo'er, do you think these two people are weird?"

Who knew that after asking a few times in a row, there was no response, He Zichuan turned his head and found that Mo Yan's face was pale, his brows were furrowed, and he pinched his fingers as if he was struggling in his heart.

"Mo'er, what's wrong with you?" He Zichuan was concerned in his heart, and he didn't care that there were still people present, so he asked.

The voice woke up the struggling Mo Yan, she came back to her senses, and when she saw He Zichuan's warm eyes, her face looked a little better, revealing a reluctant smile.

"What did you think of?" He Zichuan asked again.

Mo Yan pondered for a moment again, made a gesture, and asked He Zichuan to calm down for a while, and he got up and walked towards the two figures, one old and one young. The second monk He Zichuan was confused, so he had to follow behind Mo Yan.

Mo Yan walked in front of the green-shirted youth, the green-shirted youth seemed to feel something, opened his eyes from closing his eyes and meditating, and saw that it was Mo Yan, he immediately lowered his gaze and stammered, "Xiao...... Miss...... Oh no, senior...... Yes...... What's the matter?"

Mo Yan looked at the green-shirted young man, and then at the old man who seemed to be asleep with his back to him, and said solemnly: "I don't know if the two of you have ever heard a prophecy? ”

The green-shirted young man looked dazed, while the old man was shocked.

"The world is a little chaotic from now on, and it turns out that the girl is from the East China Sea. The old man slowly turned around and sat up, looking at Mo Yan with interest.

The green-shirted youth and He Zichuan looked at the old man in surprise, only Mo Yan seemed to have already understood, and said word by word: "Are you a true immortal or an earth immortal?"

The old man smiled slightly and said, "It's just an old man in the mountains and fields, and if you don't believe it, the girl can investigate it herself." ”

Mo Yan was not polite, his eyes flashed red, and he shot a magic decision in his hand, only to see a black qi enter the old man's body.

"Don't be a senior!" The green-shirted young man thought that Mo Yan was going to be unfavorable to the old man, so he hurriedly opened his mouth to stop it, but as soon as the words fell, the black gas that entered the old man's body flew out and was sucked into Mo Yan's mouth with his mouth.

The old man ignored the anxiety of the green-shirted young man, just looked at Mo Yan with a smile and asked, "How?"

Mo Yan's face changed several times, and he was surprised: "If you are really a mortal, then how can you ......?"

"How do you know the prophecy on the wordless tablet in the East China Sea?"

The old man invited Mo Yan and He Zichuan to sit down, and said: "Old man, I have traveled all over the world all my life, and I am especially fascinated by the anecdotes of the immortal cultivation world, and I have also seen the wordless monument in the East China Sea with my own eyes. ”

"Impossible!" Mo Yan retorted like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail: "The East China Sea Wordless Monument is also known as the Natural Disaster Monument, even if the master of the Transformation Realm has seen the inscription, it will cause endless disasters, even I have never seen it with my own eyes, but I only heard that the elders in the family unintentionally mentioned it. If you were a mortal who had really seen this monument, how could you have survived until now?"

Mo Yan's expression was sad, He Zichuan's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but think that it was not because the Demon Emperor of the East China Sea had seen this monument that he had caused the tragic death of Mo Yan's mother?

He Zichuan was thinking about it, but he heard the old man laugh and said, "The girl only knows what it is, but I don't know why." It is true that the East China Sea Wordless Monument is called a natural disaster monument, but the reason why it is called a natural disaster monument is not because it can bring disasters in itself, but because it records disasters. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Mo Yan asked.

"As far as the old man knows, the natural disaster monument has recorded a total of thirty-six prophecies, but there is only one sentence that we can see for thousands of years, that is, 'The true immortals and the earth immortals are gambled in the temple, and the treasures are given to future generations, and the world will be a little chaotic from now on, and it will be until Shura appears in the world!'"

Mo Yan nodded, and the old man continued: "Do you know what the girl means by this?"

Mo Yan thought about it carefully and said: "Naturally, the true immortal and the earth immortal gambled in the temple, and then gave the treasure to another person, and the world was in chaos from then on, until Shura appeared." ”

The girl was both right and wrong. Literally, it seems to mean that, but the last sentence mentions 'stay until Shura appears in the world'. What the girl meant was that when Shura came to life, the chaos would be over. But Shura is an evil god, cruel and bloodthirsty, fierce and aggressive, and his appearance can only add chaos to chaos, how can it end the troubled times?"

"Then what does this prophecy mean?" the green-shirted young man couldn't help but wonder and asked first.

The old man smiled slightly, and said eloquently: "Actually, if this sentence is taken apart, it is taken literally, the girl is all right, but it is different when connected. Old man, my understanding is that all the chaos in this world is actually for the sake of supporting Shura's present life!"

"What?!" the other three said in unison, surprised.

"Old man, I think, this sentence is actually not finished, if it is only taken literally, it means that the gift of treasure to later generations caused chaos in the world, and then Shura's current life ended the chaos, a few people think it can make sense from common sense? . ”

Several people shook their heads thoughtfully, and the old man continued: "But if the prophecy is incomplete, the meaning of this sentence is likely to be that the true immortals and earth immortals bet on each other in the temple, and then give the treasures to future generations. ”

Mo Yan pondered for a moment, and then said to the old man: "The prophecy has this explanation, but just now you said that the reason why the Natural Disaster Monument is called the Natural Disaster Monument is because it records natural disasters rather than bringing disasters, so how do you explain that the monks who have seen it will invite continuous trouble?"

"It's very simple, because it is karma that writes this monument of natural disasters, and it records the rise and fall of the world. As long as you have been contaminated with cause and effect, then when you see the inscription, you will be swept up in the karma of the world, and no matter how mortal monks, how can they carry the karma of the whole world by themselves? Naturally, you will incur constant calamities, and the higher your cultivation, the stronger your ability to bear it, and the fewer calamities you will have. Therefore, the calamity itself does not come from the natural calamity, but is caused by the inability of individuals to bear the cause and effect of the world. ”

"In that case, how did you, as a mortal, survive to this day?"

"Well, it's simpler, because I haven't been contaminated with cause and effect, old man, and naturally I won't be involved in karma. ”

Mo Yan was surprised: "How is this possible?"

The old man smiled slightly: "Girl, there are no wonders in the world, old man, I am alone, I don't mess with mortals, in the end I don't do anything, I don't achieve anything, so naturally I don't get any cause and effect." ”

He Zichuan was also surprised: "I didn't expect that there are still people in this world who are not contaminated with cause and effect?"

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Originally, there was one such person, but now I'm afraid there may not be." ”

"What do you mean?"

The old man looked sad and said bitterly: "Old man, I am indeed a person who does not touch cause and effect, until I met two ...... tonight."