Chapter 278: Wind and clouds storm and waves flow into the sky

Jiang Biefeng and his wife returned to their Thunder King Palace and sat there with a serious expression, thinking about countermeasures.

"My husband, you have also seen what we should do today. Just make an idea!" Shen Tong said with some concern. Today, the Jade Emperor's words made her realize that it has been time for the strength of all walks of life and sects to reshuffle. Of course, for them, who dominates the Three Realms has little to do with them. After all, Jiang Biefeng and his wife are just cultivators who have become monks halfway through the journey. It is already very satisfying to be able to achieve this.

"Oh, this matter is difficult. I don't know what the treasure in the Jade Emperor's mouth can make him develop such ambition." Jiang Biefeng sighed and said. Ten thousand years have passed, a full hundred thousand years have passed. As a relatively high-end existence in the Three Realms, Jiang Biefeng knew that the saints did not leave were settled, and at least they could not see any situation that would change this status quo, and even a lead that could change this status quo did not appear.

Since his eldest son Jiang Ziya committed suicide and became a god, it took tens of thousands of years that Jiang Biefeng realized that the love and destiny of the Jie Sect were all fake. His family was just used by the Jie Sect and the second sect of the Jie Sect, and became the scapegoat.

Jiang Biefeng's cultivation has improved greatly over the past 100,000 years, and he was more skillful in the sacrifice and refining of the innate spiritual treasure electric hammer and gained a lot. He also understood that in the battle of the gods, his family would probably be on the list according to that situation. Fortunately, in order to consider the disciples, Zhou Cheng, the Saint of Qingqiu Mountain, needed to choose a chess piece to completely change this situation of death.

Otherwise, the battle for the founding of Gods would have been attracted by the Jie Sect because Jiang Ziya was in the Academic Sect and Shen Gongbao was also attracted by the Jie Sect, which owned Jiang Biefeng and his wife. The ending was very simple, and the family finally killed each other and died.

"Oh, it's a pity that Ziya and my son died and were on the list back then. We were all the ones who harmed him." Jiang Biefeng thought that he was tempted by the leader of Tongtian and Ziya was forced to die and was forced to die and put on the list back then, so he couldn't help but burst into tears. There are all parents in the world, and all the sons. When he thinks about his own son, because he counted the numbers in the past, he felt uncomfortable when he looked at it.

"Woo woo..." Shen Tong also sobbed in a low voice. Even if she didn't understand the number of days, a hundred thousand years would be enough for this couple who had made great progress in Taoism to see these days that gradually became clear because the saints did not come out. "I pity my son Ya. When he was appointed as a god, Jie Jia misled my Jiang family. Teacher Tongtian gave me the favor to me and my wife back then, which was a feud. I won't say anything about returning to Jie Jia in the future."

"That's true. You and I have no great hope for fame and fortune in this world. They just for the sake of their two sons, for the responsibility of being the heavenly officials, and for the responsibility of supervising the Thunder God of Heaven and Earth, they cannot slack off." At this time, Jiang Biefeng's eyes, the Jade Emperor and the Ji Sect were not a great thing. Although he served in the Heavenly Court, although there was the factor of the God List, it was mainly to exercise his power and supervise the heaven and earth. The rest was to pray for the blessings of the two sons and create more fortunes.

Shen Tong sat there, looking ahead with kindness, as if she had seen her two sons. Although she looked like a man in her thirties, she also felt the strong maternal love.

After Jiang Ziya died and was on the list, he was discouraged and resolutely chose the old man to do the thing that led the red line. He was more forceful than fighting. He was really heartbroken. After entering the Heavenly Court, Jiang Ziya would avoid any place where Jiang Biefeng and his wife were. Sometimes he could not turn that corner. Jiang Ziya was unforgettable for the tragic situation of being forced by the master and the family back then.

Compared to Jiang Ziya, Shen Gongbao was very lucky. After the reign of the gods, he still served as prime minister in the Zhou Dynasty for decades, and then returned to Chengzong. Although he no longer had the right to be ordinary, he became the chief supervisor of the Qingqiu Mountain Cultivation in the Earth Immortal Realm. Because Zhou Cheng left, the couple of the Bai family were unable to accept this fact for a while, so they were reluctant to deal with the affairs of the academic affairs. So they found a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers in Qingqiu Mountain and devoted themselves to cultivation. Shen Gongbao was always favored by Zhou Cheng, and was also cunning in being a human being, but they were loyal to Chengzong, so they became the chief supervisor of the Earth Immortal Realm.

After thinking about it, Jiang Biefeng finally made up his mind and said, "Ziya, my son, who has been under the chasm of the Gods, can only accumulate more blessings for him. There are so many variables in this world, even a saint can not be released for 100,000 years. It is impossible for those who have obtained the Gods that day, there will be a day for them to escape from the chasm, and we must accumulate blessings for him. In order to live up to the heavens and exercise the power to supervise the heavens, we will do what the Jade Emperor said. However, if he is determined to deal with the Cheng Cult, hum, he can't say..."

"Okay, that's it. After all, my son, Maggie Cheung is connected with the luck of the Cheng Cult, so naturally he can't let the Cheng Cult suffer." Shen Tong is also a reasonable person. When her husband said that, she would not understand the importance of the matter. "Let's rest early. In a few days, the Jade Emperor will definitely summon us again. Those who cannot make any changes will definitely be abandoned by the Jade Emperor."

"Well, the situation of sudden changes in the situation requires caution. It is impossible to say that this great disaster is not weaker than the Battle of the Gods."

Earth, Zhou Cheng has nothing to do since he went to that ghost village. Anyway, he has done what he should do, so he just needs to wait for a month. The students in college are not tired, and the teachers are even less tired. Zhou Cheng counted and only had his own Paleolithic archaeology, which only had three classes a week, two sessions a week, which was extremely leisurely.

In the evening of that day, Zhou Cheng was idle and left the school gate and walked slowly along a sycamore road. Because it was the back of the school, the traffic was diverted, and there were no vehicles coming and going. Zhou Cheng wanted to eat all kinds of Sichuan snacks from the roadside stalls. People who go out more know that the real special snacks in each place are not something you can enjoy in a big hotel, but in the extremely noisy roadside stalls.

"Fortune telling and looking at the photos. You are not allowed to charge money!"

A shout aroused Zhou Cheng's idea. After he came back, he had never seen these fortune tellers. Before returning to the age of ancient mythology, he felt that these fortune tellers were mysterious and of course, it was not ruled out that there were those liars who pretended to be a ghost.

Zhou Cheng squeezed over and saw that the fortune teller was quite dedicated, and there was a couplet behind him:

"One count, two calculations, one stroke of the finger will change one's life; ever-changing, one bamboo stick can eliminate disasters!"

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Zhou Cheng couldn't help but think that it was amazing that even fortune tellers were so angry these days. He could not say that he was a liar who talked nonsense. For a moment, he had no idea of ​​watching and turned around and was about to leave. A conversation made him stop.

"Sir, I heard that you are a mastermind calculation. Please help me see what your fortune will be like this year. As long as you calculate it correctly, hexagram metal is not a problem!"

A rough voice said boldly.

"Everything is a number of days. When I divine you a divination! The gold and I have no use. If you are destined to be a person, even if you don't take any money, what's wrong?"

It seemed like the voice of a fortune teller. After saying that, a sound of Yin and Yang Octa hexagram hitting the table. This kind of hexagram is relatively simple, which is the Yin and Yang hexagram, like a cow horn.

"Sir, how lucky I am? My company is preparing to go public, look..."

"Alas. The fate of the Lone Star is nothing to count. Even if you have all kinds of wealth, it will be a passing cloud. The number of your destiny will destiny to be the day of your bad luck this year. It's a pity that even if you have all kinds of scheming, wealth will still flow with the flow. This hexagram will be given to you for free. Next!"

Zhou Cheng was stunned. There were so many strange things in this era. A fortune teller didn’t say that people were good when he spoke, and didn’t say that people were good when he kept talking. He only talked about people bad, and he didn’t even collect the hexagram gold. It seemed strange.

When his curiosity arose again, Zhou Cheng squeezed over to see what was going on.

"Master, you can eat random food, but you can't talk randomly. You can calculate it carefully for me. If it is a good fortune, I will give you ten thousand!" A middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears and a big beer belly stood there, sweating coldly.

"The hexagram of the Lone Star is already a fixed number. Small paths are low and weak, and there is nothing we can do."

"Master, what if it is really as you said, is there any way to crack it?" The middle-aged man knew that this fortune teller was very accurate, and he was also anxious.

"There is no way to crack it, the next one!" The fortune teller looked in his sixties, and his black face was the most outstanding. He was wearing a shabby Taoist robe on his body, which was somewhat fairy-like. However, Zhou Cheng could feel that he had no Taoist practice.

"The master said there is no way to crack it. Give it quickly, let it go." The crowd quickly squeezed the middle-aged man who was a little lost and out of the crowd.

"Master, I'm going to go to the southeast coast next year to develop. Please help me calculate whether I can go or not." One person asked again.

After a while, the fortune teller said, "Your mother will return by Mid-Autumn Festival next year. You might as well stop going, next!"

Soon, the fortune teller did a few more divinations. Although he said good things, most of them were disasters. Zhou Cheng couldn't help but be squeezed to the front. Of course, his curiosity was also severely urged.

"What's the point of this little brother?"

Zhou Cheng was stunned, had an idea, and said solemnly: "I don't want to call the police if someone killed my wife. I'm going to kill his wife to take revenge. Do you think I can succeed?"

The crowd couldn't help but gasp and couldn't help but think, "This matter is settled, should I call the police?" As the master is there, everyone doesn't move, and they all want to see it before talking."

Who knew that the fortune teller stared at Zhou Cheng for a long time, then calculated, nodded first, and then shook his head.

Zhou Cheng asked again: "If I can't kill people successfully, I will want to become a monk and practice, participate in the Tao and seek immortality. Please help me calculate, do I have that fate?"

Who knew that the fortune teller still nodded first and then shook his head. Then he took out a piece of paper, turned around and wrote a few words, and handed them to Zhou Cheng, "You go."

As soon as Zhou Cheng left, everyone rushed up to the fortune teller and said, "Sir, what did you just write? Do we want to call the police?"

The fortune teller did not answer, but straight away packed up the stall and put everything in a bag.

"Master, you are a living god in this area. Where will we find you next time?"

"Yes. Master, did that guy get you angry? Ignore him, he's just a madman. You are a famous living god in our area, so let's do it for me."

"I will never come again in the future, so you know it yourself." He also scheming his life here for a long time and gave up the title of a living god. All the fortune tellers he told have realized their fate one by one.

The fortune teller was about to leave, but as if he had remembered something, he turned around and said, "Everyone has his own life, and his own life cannot survive. What should he do if he cares about so many things? If I don't say that I am not a god, even if it is, how can I control you all the people? It's better to ask for yourself than to ask for others. Before leaving, I'll give you a sentence, and all the disputes in the world are in it:
Chapter completed!