"Poof!" , a young man fell into a waterfall.

"Whoa!" , he stood on the water.

The young man is long and strong, with slightly dark skin, and a tough face, quite chivalrous. It's just that at this time, the black hair and black beard are thick and dense, messy, and the clothes all over the body are also tattered, and the whole person looks really sloppy.

The young man looked around, stunned, as if he didn't know what was happening.

"Don't know this place?" A man sitting on a cliff laughed.

The young man looked up and saw that it was a sloppy uncle, holding a broken bamboo pole with a dirty white cloth on it, and a broken bamboo basket on his back.

The two of them were separated by miles, and there was a lot of water around them, but the young man could not only see him clearly, but also hear what he said clearly, which was not normal.

However, the young man was not aware of the problem, he just wanted to go over and ask himself how he was here.

"Come up!" The uncle said.

"Let's go? This is a waterfall and a cliff, where is the road to go? The young man felt that there was something wrong with the man.

"You take a step and try it?"

It doesn't hurt to take a step, and the young man takes a step out according to his words.

In front of him, he had a big round face, and the pores and hairs on it were clearly visible.

The young man was startled, turned on his back and fell down the cliff. The uncle picked up the bamboo pole, and the young man shook it twice before he stood firm.

"Who is Your Excellency?" The young man looked down the cliff as he asked, not understanding how he had arrived here in one step.

"Contemptible Jia Banxian, fortune teller, what is Your Excellency?"

"How do you know my name?"

"Hehe, how can I not know the famous sunspot!"

"What is a sunspot?"

"What are sunspots?"

"Don't understand what you're talking about? Why am I here? ”

"Can you please not ask why, it's easy to get confused with your name."

"Alright! So why? ”

"Because I'm waiting for you here."

"Why are you waiting for me?"

"Because I want to tell you a story?"

"What's the story?"

"The story of Kuroko and Shiroko."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"You'll know why you're here."

"Alright then!"

The fortune teller put down the bamboo pole and the blue seed, changed to a comfortable sitting position, and then said slowly: "A long, long time ago, I don't know how long, anyway, there was no Dao Tianjiao at that time, and there was not even the Dao Tianguan behind the Dao Tianjiao.

There is a small mountain village, I don't know where it is, I don't know what it's called, I only know that there is a river in front of the village and a mountain behind the village.

There was a woodcutter in the village who went up to the mountains every day to cut firewood, and when he sold it, he went to the town to drink.

When the man was drunk, he went to sleep, and when he woke up, he continued to chop wood.

Sometimes when he is tired, he simply sleeps on the mountain, with pine roots as pillows and moon as quilts, and he is extremely free.

His firewood is very good, but he never raises the price, he only sells as much as others sell, he never saves money, only asks for wine.

In addition to drinking, he also likes to watch others play chess, in the town, and in the mountains. As soon as he saw chess, he forgot to chop wood, forgot to eat, and even forgot to drink.

In fact, it's okay to watch it for a day or two, and you won't die if you drink two less meals.

But if you look at it for countless years, and even the wooden handle of the wood knife rots on its own, then this woodcutter is not a good woodcutter, and this game of chess is not an ordinary game of chess.

Playing chess was a leper monk and a lame Taoist. The place where chess is played is on top of a stone cliff, under an old tree.

The monk in the white robe holds the black son, and the Taoist in the gray cloth robe holds the white son instead. The two of you go back and forth, and the woodcutter is gradually fascinated.

He simply moved a stone and sat on the chessboard, and placed the wood knife on the chessboard.

This game of chess is so complicated that the woodcutter is dizzy to watch.

I don't know how long it took, before the chess game was finished, the woodcutter found that the two of them were each missing a son. The leper monk and the lame Taoist smiled at him and left.

The woodcutter didn't know why, but he had nothing to see, so he had to pick up a firewood knife and prepare to chop wood.

However, there was still a wood knife in the tentacles, and the handle made of cypress wood had long since rotted into a pile of powder, and the blade made of pig iron had also rusted.

On the chessboard, there is also a note that looks like cloth and not cloth and paper and not paper, which reads: Watching chess Ke rotten, felling Ding Ding, and Xu Xing in the valley of the cloud side. Selling salaries and drinking, laughing wildly and cultivating himself. The path is high in autumn, and the pine roots of the moon pillow are bright in the sky. Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, and break the withered vine with an axe. Harvest into a load, in the song market, easy rice three liters. There is no competition, and the price is mediocre. will not be cunning, no honor and disgrace, and will prolong life calmly. Everywhere they meet, they are not Buddhas, they are Taoists, and they sit and play games. The universe has moved through the sky, Buddhism and Taoism have turned into gods, leaving this finger to ask the sky.

The woodcutter was illiterate, and wanted to go down the mountain to find the storyteller in the town to help him interpret it, but he found that the peak of the mountain he was on was towering into the clouds, shaped like a giant finger, and the peak was a steep stone cliff, and there was an unknown old tree on the cliff.

The woodcutter finally got down the mountain, and the peak has already changed greatly. He searched for several days, and finally found a literate man.

After the man's explanation, the woodcutter knew that it had only been one day on the mountain, and it had been a hundred years in the world.

It turned out that the leper monk and the lame Taoist were not very human, but the Buddha and the Tao who were about to become gods.

The game of chess they played was not an extraordinary game, it was the overall situation of heaven and earth, and the woodcutter was the only witness to this game.

The two have been working for hundreds of years and have not found a solution. After being reminded by the woodcutter, it was known that the two sides of this bureau were each one son apart, no wonder there was no solution. The two of them deliberated for a moment, and decided to leave a finger here, to ask the heavens, and wait for the arrival of the black and white twins.

Later, the leper monk and the lame Taoist opened their own dojos, the Nagomoto Temple and the Taoist Temple.

Later, the woodcutter also married a wife and had children, leaving behind the He family, and the incense was not extinguished.

Countless years have passed in the blink of an eye. One day, a young man in a black shirt climbed the peak shaped like a finger, and a young man in white walked into a pavilion in the water.

The benevolent man enjoys the mountain, the wise man enjoys the water, the mountain is high and the water is long, black and white reflect each other, and the game of the ages will finally be restarted.

As a result, old trees bloomed, giant hands fell from the sky, and the world changed greatly.

Everything has its own destiny, and everything has its own blessings. ”

Only halfway through listening, He Wei already understood that this fortune teller was talking about himself. Hearing the last few words, he couldn't hold back any longer, tangled the fortune teller's collar, and hissed: "Who are you?" Did you do it? ”

He Wei's face was full of grief and indignation, and his muscles were violent, and he had already used his internal strength.

The fortune teller looked compassionate, which was extremely inconsistent with his image age. said in a low voice: "It's not contemptible, it's really not contemptible!" ”

"Then why do you know so much?"

"Because I'm a fortune teller."

"Who the hell is that?"

"That's the Dao Heavenly Temple."

"Who is in the Dao Heavenly Temple?"

"You put me down first."

He Wei slowly put down the fortune teller, he straightened his clothes, changed his sitting posture, and said slowly: "But it is said that the leper monk and the lame Taoist have become gods, and they can naturally control the overall situation of the world." But at this time, there was a huge disagreement between the two. The monk holds the heart of birth, believing that the Tao has its own operation method, and it is not possible to try to control it. The common people in the world also have their own ways of survival, and there is no need for outsiders to interfere. However, the Taoist people hold the heart of entering the world, believing that heaven and earth are unkind, all things are unwise, and they need to be led by force. Therefore, not only did he open the Taoist Heavenly Temple outside the mortal dust, but also built the Taoist Heavenly Sect in the mortal dust. He tried to teach sentient beings with the teachings of the Tao Heaven and grasp the affairs of the world. ”

When the uncle said this, he took out the gourd on his waist and drank a sip of water, and asked, "What is it, which view do you think is more correct?" ”

"One of them is born and the other is from head to toe, which is not a good thing."

"Shine! Natural and man-made disasters are inevitable in the world, although there will always be a day in the past, but the suffering in the meantime cannot be borne by the people in the meantime, for them, where is the way? Where is the law? On the other hand, if all beings are born with their own laws, how can one religion unify them? If they are all one, they will become a lifetime, and what are the sentient beings? The thoughts of sentient beings can only be induced, how can they be grasped? If it is forcibly controlled, either the world will become a pond of stagnant water, or all living beings will rise up and resist, which will backfire after all. The fortune teller seemed quite satisfied with the answer of what he was.

"You haven't said whose hand it is?" What is a little impatient.

The fortune teller nodded and said, "I don't know who it is." But since Dao Tianguan wants to control the overall situation, he naturally doesn't want Heizi to be born. ”

"Then how did I get out?" What is it refers to why the big hand on the Divine Finger Peak did not pinch itself to death.

"That's because someone saved you."

"Who?"

"Guyuan Temple."

"Why did it save me when the Divine Bead appeared?"

"It didn't save you, it saved a large group of heroes in the world, including Bai Zi, and some people wanted to swallow them in one bite." He Wei recalled the situation of that day, it was indeed that everyone was almost sucked into the Divine Bead.

"Then why am I here again?"

"Because Dao Tianguan doesn't dare to kill you."

"Why?"

"Guyuan Temple."

"What a mess."

"You are a sunspot, a white-robed monk who holds a sunspot."

"I was clearly sucked in by the Divine Bead, and it was Guyuan Temple who saved me."

"That's right, Dao Tianguan will kill you, and Guyuan Temple will kill Baizi. They made the deal. "It's ridiculous to hear that there is such an inexplicable relationship between myself and Wen Dao. smiled: "Dare to love is ruthless!" ”

"No way, it's too much to do." The fortune teller is serious.

"It has nothing to do with me, I just want revenge."

"It's not what you see."

"Which one?"

"I can't say it now."

He just wanted to beat him and asked, "Where is the Dao Heavenly Temple?" ”

"You want to die?"

"Then how can you not die?"

"Experience."

"Where?"

"Four dangerous places."

"You want me to die?" He really wanted to beat him.

"It's also possible!"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Fortune teller."

He wanted to kick him down, but he magically sat in the air.

"How did I get out of the orb?"

"You don't have to come out, it's in."

"Where?"

"It's in you."

He Wei was shocked when he heard this, he saw with his own eyes that the bead had swallowed countless sinkhole waterfalls, and he wanted to swallow everyone, even a few city lord-level figures had nothing to do. How did such a being enter one's own body?

The fortune teller looked at He Wei's incredible appearance and said with a smile: "You have received a god-level water droplet, you can laugh." ”

"You can make it clear!"

The fortune teller said leisurely: "Four hundred years ago, the five states fought with the Dao Heavenly Sect. One of the battles took place at the Tiankeng Waterfall. Of course, it was still a swamp back then. The Great War created the Great Waterfall, and some people had a good eye and saw that the water element was deep here, so they put a funnel to gather the water element. The Tiankeng Waterfall brings together half of the water energy of Shenzhou, and there is also the boundary seal laid by the Taoist Heavenly Temple, which has produced a water-based divine pearl in four hundred years. Therefore, as soon as the boundary seal disappears, the melon is ripe, and the divine bead will naturally appear. ”

"Who planted the funnel?"

"That can't tell you, in short, he is too greedy, so he cheapened you by mistake." The uncle looked at He Wei as if he was looking at an upstart.

"Why don't I feel it?" God-level beads It sounds very powerful, but He feels that he has not changed much.

"Who do you think you are? Now you can't absorb the Divine Bead at all, so it would be nice to have some breath. Gu Yuan Temple specially helped you seal it, otherwise you would have been turned into heaven and earth vitality by it a long time ago. Boy, have a good experience and improve your strength as soon as possible! When the seal is loosened, if you are not strong enough, then it will be a blessing and a curse! The fortune teller walked away as he spoke.

"Uncle, why are you helping me?" He felt his kindness.

"I help everyone who should help." After the uncle finished speaking, he disappeared without a trace.

"Uncle! Uncle! Wait, fortune teller, you come back to me......" There are still many things I don't understand, but the fortune teller uncle is gone.