At noon, Twelve absorbed the aura of heaven and earth in the room, sitting cross-legged, her back was as straight as a pine, and the golden light visible to the naked eye formed a gang qi cover on her side, if she found out by herself, her fighting spirit had reached the level of visible to the naked eye, she would be surprised, Xuanwu Continent, golden fighting qi is really rare, less than seventeen years old, has already stepped into the realm of martial arts, how can it not be surprising?

Twelve forcibly entered Wuzun through elixir, and her cultivation was not solid, these days, in addition to repairing internal injuries, she spent more energy on stabilizing her cultivation, and barely restored her strength to its heyday, the early stage of Wuzun's first order!

"Come in. Hearing a knock at the door, she opened her eyes, patted her clothes, and got up.

Lan Xin smiled mischievously and came in from outside the house: "Miss." ”

"There's something to talk about. When Twelve saw her like this, he knew what she must have planned, and asked indifferently.

Lan Xin smiled, jumped into the room, blinked his eyes, and proposed: "Let's go to Huguo Temple, right? I just heard from the people in the lobby that there is a master opening the altar there today, but it is spiritual." ”

"Don't go. Twelve frowned, the practice of opening the altar is this kind of superstitious thing, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, she unconsciously remembered Mu Li, who came uninvited last night, and this attitude became even more indifferent.

Lan Xin pursed her lips suddenly, "Miss, let's go and have a look." ”

"Don't go. Twelve's attitude remained the same, and she was most disgusted by these pretending to be ghosts.

"Miss!" Lan Xin stomped her feet and said coquettishly, her eyes were filled with a layer of water, "You just Yi Lan Xin once, go and have a look, it is said that many people have gone today, we went out to go out at that time, you practice all day, don't you feel bored? ”

Twelve pairs of Shanglan heart's pleading eyes, their hearts softened, and they snorted coldly: "Only this once." ”

"You agreed?" Lan Xin smiled in surprise, hugged Twelve's arm, and cheered vigorously, Twelve looked at her rare smile, and sighed slightly.

Tomorrow night in the stable to choose a delicate carriage, Huguo Temple is located outside the Jingshi City outside the left of the top of the mountain forest, walk over to walk for more than an hour, rented a carriage twelve with Lan Xin to sit in the car, tomorrow night as a coachman, the wheels rolling, creaking on the street bluestone road driving.

Lan Xin looked at the scenery outside the curtain along the way, and from time to time there was an exclamation of exclamation in his mouth, and there was an endless stream of people going to Huguo Temple, and there were many luxurious carriages everywhere, parked at the foot of the mountain, you could see the sedan chair under the hundred-step stone stairs, the sedan chair driver was standing on the side with bare arms, talking in a low voice, the air was filled with the smell of incense and candles, and the sound of wooden fish was endless.

The surrounding scenery is pleasant, the soil is fragrant, twelve jumped off the carriage, a white dress decided to fly, along the crowd of worshippers on the stone steps, tomorrow night to protect on the left side of the try to avoid her and the flow of people, Lan Xin followed behind with a smile, a look of eagerness, up the steps, into a majestic temple hall, hanging on the beam of the dark red plaque, written "Huguo Temple" three words, the word vigorous and powerful, full of spirit!

Two novices stood outside the main hall, a four-cornered giant vessel was placed in the center, with purple sandalwood, Lan Xin pulled twelve into the main hall, many believers were kneeling on the **, looking respectful, a statue of Guanyin, the whole body was gilded, and the expression was solemn.

"Miss, let's go to baibai too, I heard that this place is very spiritual. Lan Xin tugged at Twelve's sleeve and said loudly.

"I'm not interested, I'm going to worship yourself. Twelve indifferently spoke, she stood quietly in front of the Buddha statue, contrary to the devout believers around her, she did not have the slightest respectful look on her face, a look of indifference, like a thousand years of difficult glaciers, in the eyes of the twelve, the so-called faith, is just the soul sustenance that people find when they are incompetent, only people with weak hearts will like to pray to God and worship Buddha, she does not need to!

She only believes that man will conquer the sky!

"Amitabha. A kind voice sounded in her ears, and Twelve squinted her eyes and looked sideways, and saw a monk in a golden and red robe, with her hands folded in front of her chest, bending down at her.

His brows furrowed slightly, and Twelve didn't speak, but he didn't trace a half-step to the side.

Tomorrow night followed her, Lan Xin was kneeling on the **, with her eyes closed, chattering at Guanyin like her mouth, believers went in and out, and when everyone left, they didn't forget to drop a few gold coins to make sesame oil money.

"Donor, I see that your face is extremely evil, and you should be a person of great sin. ”

"Nonsense!" Ming Ye snorted angrily, shielded in front of the twelve, and glared at the monk in front of him with fire-breathing eyes: "Don't you talk nonsense, who is guilty? Don't talk casually if you don't know!"

The monk smiled charitantly, his eyes crossed the night, and the twelve met unexpectedly, his eyes were clear and clear, and there was a righteousness between his eyebrows, on the other hand, the twelve looked arrogant and uninhibited, exuding a coldness all over his body, the monk put his hands together, and the old god was in the mouth: "The donor needs to know the murderer, the person will always kill him, and the killing will be too heavy, and the yin virtue will be damaged." ”

Ming Ye's brows were furrowed, and his right hand was already on the long sword on his waist, as if this monk said half a word, he was going to let his blood gradually here, Twelve hooked up an extremely shallow smile, waved his hand to signal Ming Ye to step back, and looked directly at the monk Gujing Wubo's line of sight, she smiled: "Master, since you see that I am guilty, do you know when the king of Hades will come to take my life?"

As soon as the words fell, Ming Ye's face changed suddenly, and the monk was also surprised, he didn't expect that the young girl in front of him would say such a thing.

"Why, don't you know?" A hint of sarcasm flashed in Twelve's dark eyes, "Since you don't know, how do you know that my yin virtue is damaged? Since ancient times, princes and generals, which one is not stepping on white bones? How did you come to me, it is to damage yin virtue?"

Twelve's most disgusting thing is these monks who are full of benevolence, morality, and compassion, and she has Mu Li's ethereal figure in her mind, and her heart is even more annoyed!

"Amitabha, this female benefactor, my master's chamber please tell me. A novice walked through the backyard, walked up to Twelve, bowed and said.

"Master?"

"It's the lucky master who opened the altar today, and the female benefactor pleases. Sha Mi respectfully made a gesture of please, twelve eyebrows curled, glanced at the monk who was standing in place with a solemn face, and kept reciting the Pure Heart Sutra in his mouth, turned around neatly, and entered the backyard wing.

Master Hongyun, the legend of the master of the two generations before and after the heavens, the master of the two generations before and after, his Buddhism is exquisite, has reached the peak, some people say, if you can get the master of the fortune to pinch the fingers, you can avoid disasters and avoid disasters, if you can get him to open the light spirit rune, you can have a prosperous career, but this kind of words, if the twelve know, will be disdainful of a smile.

Isn't it worth pinning your hopes on such an ethereal thing?

"Donor, please, the master is waiting for you in the room. Shami led Twelve to the outside of a side room, gently pushed the door open, Twelve raised his feet to enter, and was about to follow tomorrow night, but was blocked by an enchantment, his face changed, and he grabbed the collar of Shami's robe next to him, and asked in a cold voice: "Weishenme There will be an enchantment here, what do you want to do to the master?"

"This benefactor, please don't be impatient, the master has his own plans. Shami said solemnly, even if he was treated so rudely, he was not half angry, he looked peaceful and indifferent, as if he had been separated from the red dust, and was free from the red dust.

"Hmph!" a cold snort came out of his nose, and Mingye stood vigilantly outside the barrier with his hands in his arms, staring inside with a pair of eyes.

As soon as Twelve stepped into the door, he felt the air on his side distort for a moment, as if he had entered another dimension, the furnishings in the room were extremely simple, only two wooden chairs, a round table, and a man sitting with his back to the door, a white robe, and nine sandalwood marks on his bald top, Twelve walked around the man, sat on his left hand, his palm lightly supported his chin, and his eyes only glanced around the room before falling on this man.

She decided to come to Huguo Temple on a temporary basis, but how did she think that this person was waiting for her here?

"Donor, please use tea. A deep voice, with an old, wrinkled hand lifted the teapot on the table, gurgling in front of the twelve teacup full of cups, the mist curling, fragrant, twelve said, "Why did the master invite me to come?"

"The old man wants to play a game of chess with the benefactor. With a wave of his right hand, there was an extra look of expectation on the table, the black and white chess pieces were packed in the chess box, he twisted his snow-white beard, turned around, and looked so ordinary that he couldn't find it in the crowd, the corners of his eyes were full of ravines, and a pair of slightly narrowed eyes were introverted.

This hand......

Twelve, I'm afraid that this master is also a martial artist and has space items on his body, so he can take things in the air.

She casually asked for the sunspot, and the two sat around the chessboard and played intently.

Watching chess is like looking at people, Twelve's chess style is the same as her personality, ruthless, decisive, full of killing, even if she loses 8,000 herself, she will hurt the enemy 10,000! Every move laid out is a hidden killing machine, and this master of good luck has broken her layout in an understatement, the two have been playing back and forth for more than an hour, Twelve's face is solemn, and Master Hongyun is also in a cold sweat.

"Amitabha, the donor's chess skills are superb, and the old man is ashamed of himself. "Zuihou, Master Hongyun lost to Twelve by the difference of three sons, and above the expectation, it seems to be a dead chess!

"Chess is also played, can the master tell me why he invited me here?" Twelve asked indifferently, clapping his hands.

Master Hongyun suddenly stood up from his chair and knelt down in front of the twelve: "Donor, please promise the old man that in the future, he will take the common people in the world as his own responsibility, not to increase the killing, not to create more sins, and to make the people happy, so that the country will be rich and the people will be strong." ”

Twelve-one slapped on the wooden table, a palm containing fighting spirit, and the chess pieces were shocked to rise from the anticipation, her eyes were cold, and she looked at the monk on the ground: "Do you also want to say that I am some kind of prophetic daughter?"

Master Hongyun hung his head and was silent.

"It seems that I guessed it?" Twelve sneered: "You are also a member of the National Teacher of the Blue Dragon Country?"

The murderous aura enveloped him from the top of his head, and the fists on the sides of the twelve were already clenched.

What she hates most in her life is the so-called destiny, the so-called certainty!

But for two days in a row, two people kept saying in front of her that she was the daughter of prophecy, that she would unify the four kingdoms, and that this was the path set by God for her!

Are you kidding?

Twelve smiled proudly, his dark eyes stared at the monk on the ground, and slowly spoke: "I don't know where you heard any bullshit prophecies, but I'm going to talk about it here today, I don't want to be an empress, let alone unify the four kingdoms, I don't have that ambition, and I don't have that ambition! If you want to play any game of destiny, find someone else!"

After that, she raised her feet and walked out, before leaving, she didn't see the sure smile on the face of the master of fortune behind her!

Destiny is hard to violate, if it can be easily changed, how can it be regarded as a fate?