Chapter 324

Different from An Bochen's imagination, the old Wuzong is kind-looking, and the appearance of ordinary barren people has a fairy style and Taoist bone in the ugliness. He did not treat Jiuchenjun because he was a foreigner. On the contrary, he saw that Jiuchenjun was knowledgeable, diligent and studious. He liked him very much. After the fifth day of acquaintance, he deliberately entrusted the position of Wuzong.

Unlike the head of Zhongtu Da Kuanglin, the Southern Waste Witch Temple seems to pay more attention to fate, otherwise it will not entrust the power of controlling tens of millions of people in the Southern Waste to a foreigner who has never seen before. In the words of the old Wuzong, some things are doomed. Why does fate need to be so violated?

Nanhuang is famous for witchcraft. An Bochen thought that the old Wuzong was also most proficient in witchcraft, but he didn't expect that what he spent his life's painstaking study was fate.

"The fate is illusory, why would my teacher fall in love with such false talk?"

The witch temple hall, the place is full of moon, Jiuchenjun's cloth clothes cleans the dust, sitting upright.

He also sat cross-legged against the head Wuzong and looked at Jiu Chenjun with a smile. His old but bright eyes flashed with wisdom.

An Bochen originally wanted to speed up the progress of time, but when he heard Jiu Chenjun's question, he couldn't help thinking about his life. For a moment, he also crossed his legs and sat on the side table of the two and listened silently.

"If you don't respect heaven and don't respect the Tao, you will naturally feel that your fate does not belong to heaven and earth, but only in your own hands. In fact, it is not the case. The creation of heaven and earth has long been fixed, just like the stars of the week, five luck and six qi. Although it is vast and elusive, all of them run according to their own tracks, day after day, year after year, and even after ten thousand eras, there is no change.

"No change?"

Jiu Chenjun muttered to himself.

"No change..." An Bochen chewed in a low voice and couldn't help thinking of the Zhoutian Avenue, which he had not yet formed.

"What my teacher means is that everything in heaven and earth seems to be changing, but in fact it is limited to a category that has already been bound to death. Later, there is no change, just like the fate of human beings?"

Looking up, Jiu Chenjun looked at the old Wu Zongdao.

"Exact" Lao Wuzong was very satisfied with Jiu Chenjun's comprehension ability. He smiled and nod, but did not notice the doubt flashing in Jiu Chenjun's eyes.

How can a person like Jiuchen believe that fate lies in heaven and earth, but does not control it in his own hands?

An Bochen shook his head with a smile.

Although what Lao Wuzong said is reasonable, his words also have the meaning of admonishing Jiuchenjun, but Jiuchenjun is stubborn by nature and only believes in his own hands. The story of fate is ridiculous in his eyes. How can he believe it? However, the old Wuzong's preaching was not wasted.

Everything changes frequently, and there is no change later, just like the finger layout created by Jiu Chenjun.

"It's also an inference, but I don't know how old Wu Zongquan is in his mood."

An Bochen said lightly, raising his sleeves gently to speed up the progress of time.

In a few days, what the old Wuzong and Jiuchenjun talked about was nothing more than fate, and there were also the teaching of magic and witch puppets. In the words of the old Wuzong, these are all sideways, means of seeking the world, not the way to feed their lives.

"If you know that fate is determined by nature, why do you need to support your life?" Jiu Chenjun counterattacked.

Hearing this, the old Wuzong was speechless for a long time and seemed to have been asked by Jiu Chenjun.

"Yes, if fate is determined by nature, there is no need to raise it." An Bochen looked at the old Wuzong with a sneer and said to himself.

Like Jiu Chenjun, An Bochen does not believe that the fate of the old Wuzong is unchanged. He still remembers that in the old days in hell, the city man said that he was a lifeless man, just because he had embarked on the road of practice. And in the situation of Liujing, he took his fate backhand for the first time. From then on, whether it was a hundred defeats or breaking through the town, An Bochen has never given up his fate.

They all have gone through hardships and hardships to grasp their own fate. Who will believe that fate is involuntarily?

The old Wuzong talked elegantly and had a lot of immortality, and his instructions were not vulgar, but neither Jiuchen nor An Bochen believed in fate, so when he began to talk about it from the old Wuzong, he was doomed to be in vain.

"Only those who have experienced disasters and the dead know what to support their lives and how to support their lives."

For a long time, the old Wuzong raised his head and said with a smile. His eyes were clear, but at this time, An Bochen's eyes were like an old witch stick.

"I'm afraid you don't even know how to answer." He shook his head and smiled, and An Bochen whispered.

Like An Bochen, Jiu Chenjun was full of doubts, but he was not so obvious because he respected the old Wuzong.

"Well, there is not much time to be a teacher, and there are always many things you need to know." Looking at Jiu Chenjun, the old Wuzong smiled inexplicably: "Actually, like you at the beginning, I didn't believe in fate. It was not until he had to become a witch emperor. After more than a hundred years of ancient poems, he finally found that his fate was hard to go against.

He frowned, and Jiu Chenjun said in a deep murmur, "What do you mean is that after you feathering, I will succeed Wuzong?"

"Nature. Don't you want to?"

"The apprentice is not from the southern wilderness, and he doesn't believe in the god of the wilderness. How can he bear such a heavy responsibility?" Jiu Chenjun shook his head.

"Hahaha... Wild God? Don't say you don't believe it, even I don't believe it.

Hearing the laughter of the old Wuzong, Jiu Chenjun and An Bochen were stunned at the same time.

"But." The laughter stopped abruptly, and the old Wuzong stared at Jiu Chenjun: "This is fate. From the moment you set foot on the witch temple, I knew that you would be the next witch sect in the Southern Wilderness.

A trace of ridicule appeared at the corners of his mouth. Jiu Chenjun shook his head, and his eyes gradually became cold.

He respects Wuzong for the kindness of receiving and preaching. If the old Wuzong forces him to do what he does not want to do, Jiu Chenjun will naturally not remember those insignificant kindness.

Standing up, Jiu Chenjun bowed his hand to the old Wuzong and was about to leave. He listened to the old Wuzong.

"You don't want to, and you are not reluctant to be a teacher. As a teacher, you don't have much life. You might as well stay for a few days and wait for your magic to come out of the temple, so that you can calmly deal with the enemy.

While talking, Jiu Chenjun has taken five steps.

Looking at Jiu Chenjun, who was at a standstill, An Bochen sighed softly. He knew the final ending and couldn't help but feel a trace of uneasiness.

"Is Jiu Chenjun's fate settled like this?"

Without waiting for An Bochen to continue to think about it, the old Wuzong looked at Jiu Chenjun who turned around and suddenly smiled: "There is a great secret hidden in this witch temple. I have only realized a little skin for a hundred years. Your qualifications are thousands of times better than me. Why don't you investigate it? Maybe there will be something you want here.

Jiu Chenjun is silent.

An Bochen knew that he was wary of the old Wuzong.

"If I had a bad heart and started early, why wait until the deadline is approaching? As the teacher wants, I just want you to know that. There are people who know in the world, but how mediocre they are. Knowing that a great disaster is coming, they will not do anything. They are looking forward to good luck, thinking that with the shade of their predecessors, they can rest assured.

Old Wu Zong said, looked deeply at Jiu Chenjun, and then closed his eyes and fell into a fake night's head.

Jiu Chenjun returned to Taoyuan, and Yue Qingyu was also dead. He was careless. He was aroused by the old Wuzong's words, which aroused his curiosity, so he stayed.

At midnight, Jiuchenjun slept with his eyes. Huang Sorghum wandered out of his body and wandered around the witch temple, but he explored the great secret mentioned by the old witch sect.

However, unlike the heavenly palace in Taoyuan, An Bochen was not able to travel with Jiu Chenjun this time.

His body trembled slightly, and An Bochen stepped back two steps and looked at the surrounding temples in surprise.

"It's strange that this is still in Jiu Chenjun's dream. Why can't you accompany him?"

With a suspicious look on his face, An Bochen muttered to himself.

Looking at the temple hall with his eyes like a huge bell, An Bochen nodded slowly: "Is it because this was once an ancient magic weapon, there is a prohibition and a body, so I can only follow Jiu Chenjun here, but I can't travel with him."

Without thinking much, An Bochen sat cross-legged on the ground and quietly waited for the push time.

The sky has brightened, and Jiuchenjun beside him suddenly shook his body, and his whole body jumped up, which was unprecedentedly surprised.

The morning light fell on his cheek, and this moment became sad and white, as if he was still shocked after a nightmare.

"What can I get?"

Old Wuzong smiled faintly and said. His voice was low and weak, as if, as he had said before, the deadline was approaching.

"A hundred years later, the fairy god came and regained the heavenly court..."

Jiu Chenjun gasped. While talking, his pupils were still curled up, and his voice was stiff and numb.

"The poems left by the ancient great sages have been seen."

"The four sentences?"

"Yes, each of the four poems is closely related to the immortality a hundred years later. I've been thinking about it for so many years, and I've only figured you out, and the rest can only be left to you to explore. After a pause, the old Wuzong raised his hand tiredly, as if he wanted to point to the dome. After all, he was unable to raise it: "It's funny to say. Those four poems were originally derived from the ancient sages when they were bored. They were purely a way to kill time. But if we hadn't calculated it at that time, how could we know the fate of the future?

"Is it really a good thing to know this so-called fate?"

There was a voice without any emotion in the morning wind. Outside the gray hall door, a middle-aged man in a gray cloth came in.

"For you historians, fate has always been the most interesting plaything... Mr. Yi, I haven't seen you for a long time. He reluctantly raised his shrive eyelids, and the old Wuzong said complicatedly.

"My teacher... Do you know him? Jiu Chenjun didn't expect to meet Mr. Yi here and now, and because he found out the secret, he looked at the old Wuzong in surprise.

Old Wu Zong smiled bitterly and didn't say anything. A trace of guilt flashed in his withered eyes.

Jiu Chenjun was shocked. He just wanted to escape, but he found that his feet could not move away from the same place.

"This is fate."

After saying the last sentence, the old Wuzong lowered his head and closed his eyes. As the morning light shot through the haze, his body gradually melted, as if the ice and snow met the sun and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"The Buddhist family is called sitting, and the Taoist family is called Yuhua, but I don't know what this witch family calls it."

An Bochen muttered and didn't look down.

Next, Mr. Yi hit Jiu Chenjun and imprisoned him here. Everything is not much different from what Jiu Chenjun said before.

Promoting the time, An Bochen saw how Jiu Chenjun restored his soul body with the help of Wuzong. While cracking four poems, he created his own finger layout technique, while using the technique of finger layout. He did not sleep, did not eat or drink, and used the time to the extreme. Of course, his body is decaying, and he can't do it if he wants to eat and rest.

"The gods and monsters fall for the world, and the five elements settle the return of the emperor... In addition to this sentence, what are the other three sentences?

Walking to Jiu Chenjun's side, An Bochen asked curiously.

There is no treasure in the story of the Southern Wilderness. The only possibility is that the treasure is related to the poem.

"Fate is doomed. What does it matter whether you know it or not?" Jiu Chenjun said lightly.

"Oh? Do you believe the old Wuzong's saying? Amber Chen's strange way.

"What if you don't believe it?" Jiu Chenjun's tone was indifferent, but there was a trace of imperceptible anger: "This is my fate, which is no different from what the old Wuzong said. No matter how hard I struggle, I can't escape the number of days. For example, the people recorded in the poem, Zhao Xuanxu, Lv Fengqi, Dian Kui, Zhang Bushi, Ren Tianming... And."

After saying more than a dozen names in one breath, Jiu Chenjun slowly raised his head. He turned his back to the niche card and looked at An Bochen leisurely.

"And you, An Bochen. Your fate has long been doomed. Since it is doomed, what else do you have to struggle with?

When the words fell, An Bochen's body was shocked. He looked at Jiu Chenjun inconceivably and subconsciously took two steps back.

"Hahaha... You didn't expect that I had already woken up. I took your body as a cocoon and bound myself. If you look at my memory, isn't it also asking for trouble? The fate is set. What kind of fighting spirit do you have?

Laughing loudly, Jiu Chenjun retreated. Every time he took a step back, the scene of the witch temple was broken.

It's not just the witch temple, but the whole Nanhuang, Da Kuang and Taoyuan have been fragmented by Jiuchenjun's sobriety.

Looking at Jiu Chenjun, who was getting farther and farther away, An Bochen's face turned slightly pale.

Jiuchen took away An Bochen and was unable to resist, but he took the opportunity to trap him in the fairy mansion. And An Bochen forcibly explored the memory of Jiu Chenjun. Even if Jiu Chenjun was awake, he was unable to stop it, but he pushed the boat along the water to let An Bochen see the final ending. He messed up An Bochen's Taoist heart with the so-called fate, so as to break free from An Bochen's control.

It's a pity that An Bochen is only one step away from success.

"Boom!"

The three "tables" carefully created by An Bochen have collapsed, and Jiu Chenjun has also flown out of the star and flew up.

"Jushi!"

The three kings of feng shui and fire flew together, but they were stopped by An Bochen.

Looking up at Jiu Chenjun, An Bochen asked loudly, "Do you want to leave my fairy house?"

"It should not be left here." Jiu Chenjun looked at An Bochen and sneered, "If you hadn't coveted those secrets, maybe I couldn't get out of here. It's a pity... But don't worry, you and I will meet again.

Lowering his head, An Bochen smiled, stepped on the air and fell off the star meteorite.

......

The sky is high, and Sima Jin sits on the flying dragon. An Bochen's eyes are suddenly opened, his pupils are widened, and crystal dots fly out of the inside.

There were words in his mouth. Sima Jin, who had been prepared for a long time, quickly sacrificed the diamond charm. The "crystal point" rushed straight to her face, but it seemed to have hit the iron wall of the copper wall, was bounced aside, and flew away in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, An Bochen also recovered freely, looked at Simajin and smiled at each other.

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(and an infusion tomorrow, and the update should be resumed the day after tomorrow)