For thousands of lives, destiny, destiny, and death are all destined.

The Great Han Empire, the spring of the 17th year of peace.

Chuyang Chusheng, in a small village on the southeast coast; an elderly man slowly set up a fortune telling stall.

The old man had a long thin face, his eyes were slightly drooping, and he looked listless; the white hair on his head was mixed with a little black silk, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes also told him, which belonged to the old man's own vicissitudes.

Perhaps, the spring breeze in February was too pleasant and intoxicating, so the old man yawned and sat down; facing the rising sun, leaning against the big locust tree, and soon he slowly narrowed his eyes.

After the old man squinted his eyes for a while, a young man in white holding a horse walked towards the fortune telling stall.

This young man, wearing white clothes, held the horse, and had the four words "Fengshen Yulang". His eyes were like spring, his eyebrows were like autumn moon, his face was warm, and his hair was tied with a golden hairband, which should have not yet reached the crown. He led the horse to the fortune telling stall. The gentle spring breeze slowly blew the black hair and hairband, floating in the wind.

The young man in white hung a sword on his right waist, and two waist signs were wrapped around his left waist. The waist sign with a warm and shiny surface was cast by Lantian jade, and the words "Xiaoyao" were engraved with a lot of words; the other waist sign was cast by Kunlun Baoyu. The font on the face was simple and vicissitudes, and the words "Tiance" were written on it. He looked at the old man who was dozing off, tapped the table with his fingers, and asked with a smile: "Old man, dozing off in broad daylight, is it difficult to do business?"

Hearing someone talking, the old man opened his turbid and tired eyes and glanced at the young man in white opposite him. After all, it was still early morning and the climate in early spring was still a little cold. The old man slowly tightened his slightly thin clothes, reached to his mouth and sighed, rubbed his hands and asked, "Isn't the most difficult thing in the world to get money from someone else's pocket?"

The young man nodded with a smile, "That's right."

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the young man and asked, "Young Master, do you want to test your words, look at your photos, or draw lots?"

The young man smiled and said, "The first year of Chengping, February 15th."

The old man narrowed his eyes, calculated with a good look for a moment, then frowned, and said seriously: "Based on the birth date and horoscope, your fate is a rare eight-death fate."

Young people are familiar with such tricks. Instead of demolishing the old man's lies, he asked very cooperatively: "What is the eight miserable life?"

"The words may not sound very nice, but..." the old man thought for a while and continued, "There are eight sufferings in Buddhism. These eight sufferings are born with souls and are lonely for a lifetime, and marriage is rare. They seek but cannot be obtained in their lifetime. They love and parting, the suffering of meeting with enemies and hatreds, the five aggregates are burning, and the eight sufferings in Buddhism are obtained after all."

After hearing what the old man said, the young man was not angry, but took out an inch of gold from his arms and handed it to the old man. Then, his face was gentle and pure: "The early morning was heavy and the old man was old, so his body would not be able to stop the cold wind and cold in early spring. He also needs to pay more attention to his body and he can get up later in the future."

The soldiers on the border of the Han Dynasty paid twelve taels of silver a year. Since ancient times, gold was precious and silver was cheap. The ingot of gold handed over by the young man in white could be exchanged for at least 120 taels of silver. This more than 100 taels of silver is enough for a family of five to eat for more than ten years. The old man stretched out his trembling hand to take the gold and said gratefully: "Thank you... Thank you, my horoscope is actually... not very accurate. I just bluffed."

The young man smiled and shook his head, not caring, and said, "The eight sufferings of Buddhism are suffering, life is suffering, and life is suffering, and short life is suffering. When a person is born, he is like entering a sea of ​​suffering, and he can only escape after death." The young man in white smiled and continued, "However, even if the road ahead is bumpy and tortuous, difficult and dangerous, it will not be a reason for me to retreat. I only want to be ashamed of my heart in this life."

The old man looked complicated and sighed: "I hope to see you again in the future. The young master can still remain as he does today and not change his original intention."

The spring breeze blew by, and the young man in white stood up and held his horse and left the village.

Not long after the young man in white left, the old man welcomed the second guest today. This was a burly man with a beard on his face, his face was as bright as a knife carving, a pair of thick sword eyebrows, extraordinary heroic, and a tall nose bridge with a pair of bright big eyes, which was full of wind.

A tall man like an iron tower strode towards the fortune telling stall, bowed respectfully to the old man, and sat on the chair opposite the old man, "Senior, we have seen it before."

The old man may be old and was trying to search for memories of the man opposite him. After a moment of silence, the old man asked in an uncertain tone: "It seems that I have seen him once. I remember your surname is 'Wang'?"

The burly man nodded and said, "My younger generation Wang Laohu. More than 300 years ago, he went to the Jiutian Sword Sect with his family master and watched the ceremony of the swordsmanship. He was the senior he had met at that time."

When the old man heard the name Wang Laohu, he remembered the identity of a burly man, who was an old friend; "Oh, how are your master doing these years? In addition, I remember that you seemed to be calling Wang Xiaohu at that time."

Wang Laohu smiled awkwardly. Since his master changed his name to him, no one has mentioned his name Wang Xiaohu for many years. When he heard the old man mention his master, Wang Laohu's eyes immediately dimmed and he lowered his head and said, "My master, he has reached the sky a hundred years ago."

Upon hearing the death of an old friend, the old man sighed and said, "I have been away all these years, and my old friends have passed away one after another, but I have never learned about it." The old man looked at Wang Laohu and continued, "However, your master has your disciple, and Jiyang Sect has a successor."

In the following time, Wang Laohu and the old man politely made a few words, and then he talked about the purpose of this time: "Senior, can you know the secret of my Jiyang Sect?"

The old man nodded and said, "I know a little bit."

Wang Laohu said: "My Jiyang Sect was once called Yin and Yang Sect a thousand years ago. At that time, two methods were experiencing the Tao. One method was "Tianyang True Fire Lesson" and the other method was "Kongji Kui Water Lesson". "Kongji Kui Water Lesson" quickly declined because of the harsh cultivation conditions. However, it is said that the two methods can be combined into rainbows and ascend to the rainbows. The biggest wish of the family teacher when his life was exhausted was to find a disciple who could practice "Kongji Kui Water Lesson" and fulfill the long-cherished wishes that his ancestors had regretted."

When the old man heard Wang Laohu tell the secret of the sect, he asked with a heavy expression: "You just tell me the secret of Jiyang Sect that you don't pass on, is this really good?"

Wang Laohu shook his head and explained: "Senior is a close friend of his family. Moreover, except for the senior's Tianyun Dayan Technique, no one in this world knows where I am looking for."

The old man shook his head and asked helplessly: "I heard from your master mention "The Shui Jue" that most of those who can practice "The Shui Jue" are heartless people. I think the reason why this technique is lost is that it is not tolerated by the laws of heaven. If you insist on searching for it, it is a rare good ending."

Wang Laohu stood up, bowed to the old man, and said solemnly: "The Jiyang Sect's long-standing wish has been passed down to me for many years. How can I give up easily? All the consequences are borne by myself, Wang Laohu. I hope that the seniors will fulfill this matter."

The old man sighed and closed his eyes and calculated.

After a few breaths, the old man opened his eyes and a golden light flashed through his pupils, "The person you are looking for is a girl. There is a mole on the corner of her eyes. This girl will go to the exiled immortal city to participate in Kunlun Wanren."

Wang Laohu stood up happily, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, senior."

The old man waved his hand and said, "Go."

After Wang Laohu left, the old man stared blankly at the clear blue sky. He took out the gold given by the young man in white from his arms, and was stunned.

Suddenly, the old man felt annoyed for no reason. He said to himself: "Can you really not let me have a moment of peace in this world?"

On the chair opposite the old man, a man in a black cloak appeared at some point. The man just shook his head gently and said, "Has this world ever given people a moment of peace?"

The old man said, "This should be our third meeting."

The man in the cloak smiled and nodded, "When I first met you, you were just a fortune teller; when I saw you again, you became the leader of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect. This time I met for the third time, your identity was different; but it doesn't matter, I came to you this time because I hope you can tell me something when you meet for the second time."

The old man asked: "What do you mean?"

"There is a coast of the oath water in Zhongzhou, a thousand acres of bamboo sea in Shu, and a green hill in Jiuli Kingdom; there are many scenery you have never experienced in this vast world. Let's go to you to see this world, and there are people waiting for you at the other end of this world."

The old man asked, "At that time, you were taught that you are the Great Destiny of Heaven, but I didn't expect that you could practice until you dream back; what did you see from the past to the present?"

The man in the cloak pointed to his eyes and replied: "When my eyes were in Qingyun Calamity, I saw the sacrifice of my life for righteousness by Hongdi, the co-lord of the dragon clan, the 100,000 Kongtong Killing Tianluo by Emperor Du Yu, the Immortal Ming King before Buddha Nan Di, and finally, Yu Qingyun's great righteousness in the world!"

The old man was silent for a moment and asked, "What are you asking for after years of this?"

The man in the cloak said, "I don't ask for much, but I still have no guilt."

The old man shook his head and sighed: "The most difficult thing in this world is to be ashamed of one's heart."

The man in the cloak smiled and asked, "The most difficult thing in the world shouldn't be to get money from someone else's pocket?"

The old man smiled and nodded, "That's right."

Every question and answer is the same as before.

Through a table, the two of them were like tired old dogs, enjoying the rare peace of the early morning of spring comfortably.

The spring cicada was sad; finally, when the sun was high in the sky, the man in the cloak stood up, bowed to the old man solemnly, and bowed to the end, "I thanked the senior 'Dao Sheng' over the years."

The old man didn't say anything, just touched the ingot of gold in his hand, raised his head slightly, and looked through the big locust tree above, facing the afterglow of the sun, as if asking himself: "Thousands of life, fate has come and gone, and has never changed; is it true that all the fates in this world are destined?"

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Author's words: Newcomer and new book, accept all criticism and praise, I promise not to be angry.

I have always wanted to write a different book of fairy tales; I want to show everyone the chivalrous sword immortals, and I want to write about some flesh and blood monks.

I want to tell you some different stories, and I want to tell you some of the sun, moon, galaxies and bizarre things that belong to me.

After all, I am a newcomer. If the writing starts to collapse, I hope everyone will remind me in time.

Finally, I wish you all good health and lovers finally get married.
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