The destiny is above it, and it is not related to the human world.

Only the Divine Emperor is the fate and future of the human race, and can be called the destiny of heaven.

The young man in Jinyi wanted to ask about succession, and Concubine Hu wanted to ask about his son and funeral, of course they all involved destiny.

But what is the profound meaning of Tian Jinren rejecting the two of them with the same words?

"It's just a common method for fortune tellers. I said that the one in the temple is very good at fooling people."

Jing Jiu said to Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue thought it was really that simple?

The boy was very angry and said, "Even His Majesty the Emperor of God and Lord Sword God, he respects Mr. Hunter. Who are you? How could you be so rude to Mr. Hunter!"

Jing Jiu said calmly: "If it wasn't for the fortune teller's method, how do you explain these two sentences?"

The boy sneered and said, "Sir, he is well-educated and has profound meanings in his words. How can you ordinary people understand?"

Jing Jiu said: "The destiny of heaven is one, how can two places come? If your husband's words really have profound meaning, can I suspect that he wants to provoke civil strife in the palace?"

When the boy heard the words, he didn't know what his husband was thinking, and how could he dare to respond casually. He could only snorted, ignored Jing Jiu, and turned to look at the little girl Sesse.

Looking at the boy's expression, Seser knew what he was going to say. He was so disappointed that he was reluctant to leave like this. He raised his eyebrows and prepared for a fight.

The boy said, "Sir, when your mother will get married depends on when the old lady is tired of this world."

Hearing this, Se Se's eyes lit up and he asked, "When is that?"

The so-called tired of the world is just autumn.

Seser doesn't like her grandmother, nor does she expect her to die soon. What she really wants to know is something else.

The boy said, "It will be at least ten years later."

The little girl calculated that she was already old ten years later. Even if her mother remarried at that time, she would have enough ability to help or stop her.

The question was answered, she smiled and said a few words to Zhao Layue. She made an appointment to meet the next day, and left Meilin with the woman.

Only Jing Jiu and Zhao leyue were left in Meilin.

The boy stopped talking and reached out to compare with Zhao leyue.

Zhao royue did not look at Jing Jiu this time and walked directly into the temple.

Time flows slowly, and the sky light changes between the branches.

Jing Jiu stood quietly in front of the temple, without thinking about anything.

I don't know how long it took, but the boy walked out of the temple and came to him.

Jing Jiu glanced at him and said nothing.

The boy understood what he meant and said, "Your companion has left the temple and is waiting there."

Jing Jiu walked outward.

The boy was stunned. After a while, he woke up and shouted quickly: "Slow down."

Jing Jiu stopped.

The boy rushed forward and said with dissatisfaction: "You are very lucky that there is another place today, which falls on you."

He didn't understand why he had explained to his husband the previous rudeness of the young monk. The husband was not angry and even had to meet him.

You should know that even the dukes in the dynasty rarely pay attention to them.

What surprised the boy even more was that Jing Jiu did not turn around when he heard his words, and walked back toward the plum garden.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

The boy was surprised and puzzled, and felt it was ridiculous and kept shouting behind him.

Jing Jiu ignored it and walked to the lakeside in a few steps, preparing to pass through the pavilion with dozens of green leaves.

At this moment, a vicissitudes of life and low voice rang in his ears.

"You really don't want to know Jingyang's whereabouts?"

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Jing Jiu stopped and looked at the green leaves on the pavilion that were blown by the wind, and remained silent.

He knew that no one except himself could hear this sound.

When he escapes from the gap between heaven and earth, he uses his thoughts to hear the other party's spiritual consciousness is very powerful, even those elders of the Qingshan Sect who break the sea realm are not as good as those of the Qingshan Sect.

But that wasn't enough to stop him.

The reason why he stopped was this problem.

The whole world thought that Jingyang Zhenren had ascended, and only a few people knew that this was not true.

For example, Zhao Layue, there are several big figures in Qingshan Sect, and of course he himself.

If there are other people who know that Jingyang's ascension failed, those people will definitely be related to this matter.

Those people may be masterminds, or accomplices, in short, they are the people he has been looking for.

Of course, the owner of this voice may have heard some wind from where, so he used this topic to pretend to be a ghost, or it may be that this person was going to use this question to provoke him. But no matter which one it was, Jing Jiu knew that he should meet the other party.

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...

When I walked into the old temple, I followed the mossy green and saw a humble room. It was simply decorated. There was a flower water placed in front of the window and a straw curtain lying in the middle.

Jing Jiu stepped into the room, the straw curtain rose without the wind, and tied it to the pillar by itself. The picture looked quite magical, and he didn't even look at it.

The straw curtain is raised, and the fragrance comes first, and then the picture is.

The thin smoke like light fog leaves the burning incense and dissipates into the air.

Sitting behind the desk, my hair was gray, my face was full of wrinkles, my eyes were deep, I don’t know how many years had I been blinded, and I exuded an unfathomable and indescribable atmosphere.

In addition to the incense burner, there is also paper and inkstone. The ink in the inkstone reflects the sky light, and the darkness seems to be without a distinction between black and white.

The old man was holding a snow pen in his hand and was writing something.

The snow hair brush is made of fine hairs in the ears of the Great Demon of the Snow Country, which is extremely rare, especially since the war with the Snow Country has stopped for a while in recent years, it is becoming increasingly difficult to find.

But such a rare pen was held in the old man's hand, like the most ordinary rabbit hair.

Because the old man's expression was very natural and he didn't care at all.

Maybe it was because he was blind and could not see the flawless brush strokes. What's more, he had already seen through the world, let alone a pen?

Jing Jiu walked to the front of the case and looked at it.

The ink in the inkstone is indeed hard to see clearly, but it is sucked in by the snow and then falls on the paper, so it can be seen very clearly.

That's cooked ink.

Cooked ink is ink that has been left overnight. The ink gradually separates and is written on the paper by the tip of the pen, which gives a different aesthetic feeling.

In addition to the ink word, there are several water marks soaked, like a paper umbrella in the rain, or a girl with water droplets in her temples.

This looks great, but the ink is dependent on each other, so it is hard to say that black and white are clearly distinguished.

Jing Jiu was used to seeing Zhao Layue's eyes, so he didn't like it.

I don't like it, but this word is indeed very well written.

"The word is good."

He said.

If it is an ordinary person, he would also be amazed a few words while praising him.

For example: Your eyes cannot see objects, why can you write so beautifully?

Then the old man can answer: I am the Bailu Academy, the unique skills of the cave, unparalleled in the world, my heart is open, and everything is in my heart...

Jing Jiu didn't say that.

So there is no follow-up.

So the quietness in the temple seemed a little awkward.

He didn't do it deliberately, but he really didn't care.

In the hospital where the roller shutter man was, he once said that people in the sky can be very fooling.

He knew that the other party must have some skills.

But no matter how many skills you have, even if you really lead the West to become a generation of sword god, even if you are recognized by the world as the closest person to the way of heaven.

Jing Jiu is still not interested and doesn't care.

The old man lowered his head, like snow covering the top of the peak.

The temple is extremely quiet.

I don't know how long it took.

The old man finally spoke.

He asked Jing Jiu a question.

"Since you don't care about the world, why do you come here?"
Chapter completed!