Vol 3 Chapter 10: ： The second day · Wu Ji must reverse

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No matter how the trend of the dark world is turned, for ordinary people, this world seems to be always a pure land. The light and harmony cover all the dark killings. Under the shadows, rain, and snow, there are countless outside the dark world. Sadness, joy, sorrow, joy, sorrow and joy, everyone is living for themselves and pursuing what they are interested in.

In the hustle and bustle atmosphere of Zhongzhou, the word “Wonderland” suddenly became hot and the entire network was initially discussed by some people. However, over time, more and more words about Wonderland began to appear in major forums and news. For a while, the whole of Zhongzhou was on fire, and quite a few people were exploring the posture.

Freedom of speech in Zhongzhou and the extremely developed journalism industry. Although the official learned the news at the first time and controlled the relevant public opinion after receiving the order, some news and pictures were also quickly deleted. However, the enthusiasm of netizens has not abated. The descriptions and pictures of Wonderland that pop up from time to time, although they will be quickly deleted, have caused more and more people to save the pictures and then try to understand the relevant insider.

The official keeps blocking the news, but there are more and more descriptions of Wonderland. Today, a wave that can hardly be suppressed has formed.

Because this so-called fairyland is not a flash, but it really exists.

Wonderland is a mountain, to be exact, part of a mountain, located on the shore of Lin'an Xizi Lake.

Within the lonely mountain, Qingyun Mountain.

As one of the grand sights of the West Lake, Gushan is full of daily visitors, and the so-called fairyland legend has arisen because of this.

It was midsummer at this time, and the temperature was very hot in Lin'an, but the lonely mountain on the shore of Xizi Lake was incredibly cool, especially in the northwest of lonely mountain. Around the peak, there is a cold fog and white clouds in the midsummer season, and I want to cover the whole mountain.

The first cold fog was fashionable and unnoticed, but over time, the cold fog here became more and more dense and more and more obvious, which finally aroused the curiosity of others when the first tourist stepped on Gushan, when he entered the cold fog of Qingyun Mountain, everything he saw turned into a shock.

Flowers blooming on Qingyun Mountain.

In midsummer July, in this cool and incredible environment, flowers such as plum and narcissus should never bloom in summer. Some plants that are not in summer are desperately blooming. The mountains are full of clouds and fog, the grass and trees are fresh, and there is a vague understanding, as if straight into a fairyland.

The cold fog on Qingyun Mountain has not dissipated, but has become increasingly dense.

When more and more tourists came to Qingyun Mountain and found that the cold fog could even isolate the sound, it finally caused a blockbuster and curiosity.

The cold fog spread, but it did not show up in Qingyun Mountain.

White haze.

If one person stands in the white mist and one person is outside, even if the distance is less than one meter, the two sides cannot pass any sound.

This is simply a phenomenon of magic. It is incredible and incomprehensible.

The name of Wonderland was so popular in Zhongzhou.

When public opinion was completely out of control, the authorities finally made a tough response.

Gushan closed the mountain on the grounds of internal rectification, and even a large area of ​​water near Gushan has been completely blocked, and a tourist stop sign has been put on it.

Ordinary people may not know where Qingyun Mountain is, but every high-level in Zhongzhou is quite clear. Qingyun Mountain and Qingyun Temple are the retreats of Master Wuwei, a master of metaphysics in Zhongzhou.

Although the cold fog that appeared on summer days could not be explained for the time being, when the Master Wuwei came out, there would always be a saying.

But the time is from May to June, and then to July. August is near, not to mention Master Wuwei, even the two apprentices of Master Wuwei in Qingyun Temple did not give any explanation.

Qingyun Temple has always been silent.

Only the vast white mist kept spreading, covering this entire Lin'an, the entire Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, and even the southern part of Mid-Continent, the temple with the strongest air transport.

Baiwu never went out of Qingyun Mountain, but continuously circled and spread towards the sky at a very high place. For a few months, the cold mist kept rising, and now it has almost covered the entire sky, seen from a distance, from below The rising white mist resembles a pillar of heaven, running through the heavens and the earth, connecting up and down. There seems to be an awesome power in the meditation.

Qingyun Mountain has completely disappeared into the white mist, and no one can see it anymore.

The darkest time before dawn has passed, and the sky is beginning to shimmer. The blue water on the shore of Xizi Lake is gently turbulent in the morning light, with the ripples that are present and diffusing to the distance. In a quiet world, a leafless boat passes by Passing the plainclothes and armed police stationed near this water, he hurriedly approached the lonely mountain that had been blocked.

The lonely mountain is faint in the dim environment, only the cold fog in the northwest is still clear, connecting the heavens and the earth, covering everything inside.

"Gas leaked ..."

On the lone boat, a thin but erect figure took the boat alone, walking slowly on the water. He was dressed in a neat robe, with a crown, and holding a duster, looking formal and solemn, in a dark environment. He stared at the cold fog rising area with a grimace. His eyes seemed to be able to see through all the eyes, with an inexplicable brilliance: "You can't hold it after all."

Xuan Xuanzi, a stranger from Daomen in Nakasu.

Today, the master of metaphysics who can be as famous as the master of Wuwei, when the master of Wuwei has a vision, only Xuan Xuanzi is qualified to come to understand the situation.

The water wave moved lightly.

The lone boat approached the shore.

Xuan Xuanzi, who was extremely formal and dressed very slowly, landed slowly. The armed police stationed on the shore looked puzzled, and two steps forward subconsciously, before speaking, Xuan Xuanzi had handed out a certificate with a calm smile.

The Armed Policeman took a look at the documents, and conditionedly stood upright and saluted him.

Xuan Xuanzi took the document back with a smile and looked at the cold mist close at hand, but his eyes became more solemn.

He carefully tidy his robe, and carefully wiped off the dust and water traces from his body. Then he took a deep breath, and entered the cold fog in front of him with his hand.

The white mist is thick and dense, but it is strangely in the white mist, but the visibility is not as low as imagined. The mist blooms can clearly see the flowers blooming at your feet, group after group. The petals were stained with moist moisture, trembling gently in the breeze of the morning light, flashing an almost glamorous luster, and walking along the mist. The once slab path has been almost completely grown in recent months. Covered by plants and flowers, the road has completely disappeared, and there is a vibrant vitality everywhere.

But the white mist drifted, but with a kind of Xiao Se that can be clearly noticed.

Xuan Xuanzi was expressionless, stepping gently between flowers and plants, all the way up, straight to Qingyun Temple.

The cold mist in the mountains seemed to be getting thicker.

The mist drifted slower and slower, as if frozen in the air.

Xuan Xuanzi frowned, and quickened his pace slightly.

The road under your feet is straight up.

A faint light illuminates from the front, and the slightly yellow light is almost illusory, as if guiding the way.

In the fog, a full and loud voice sounded in front, with a peaceful smile of peace of mind and body: "The guest is approaching the door, there is a long-distance welcome. The road is slippery, and Dao Xiong is careful."

"Master is polite."

Xuan Xuanzi paused for a while, and continued to go up: "In Qingyun Mountain, where is the day and night? What I see is luck."

He stepped on the plant-covered step in one step, his expression was calm, but the floating dust in his hand was slightly shaken.

Suddenly, the cold mist in front of Xuan Xuanzi swelled wildly, and the mist twisted and dissipated in front of him, but after a few seconds of work, the mist in front of Xuan Xuanzi had all drifted to the left and right.

In front of him, Qingyun Mountain, which had been shrouded by the cold fog for several months, became clearer than ever. A few dozen meters away, the unobtrusive temple gate of Qingyun Temple appeared in sight, and two middle-aged monks wearing monk clothes He supported an old man with a shawl standing in front of the door, like a sculpture.

Xuan Xuanzi's complex eyes gradually turned cold, and he stood in place for a while, then moved slowly.

The distance of tens of meters is constantly getting closer.

The three in front of the temple door remained motionless.

"Master, how are you doing lately?"

Bai fog receded to the left and right, facing the pure and fresh air, Xuan Xuanzi slowly came to the temple door and asked with a smile.

The two middle-aged monks bowed their heads and remained silent.

And a few months ago, a master of inaction with the image of a Taoist monk, was shaved at this time. His grey hair had no trace of luster, and his long hair had spread over his shoulders, wearing ordinary people's clothes.

Hearing the greeting from Xuan Xuanzi, the master of Wuwei still looked peaceful. He smiled calmly, pointing to the white mist in front, and pointed to his long gray hair, and said, "Reluctantly. How is my brother? "

"I'm very good."

Xuan Xuanzi nodded, he sighed with sigh, but the coolness in his eyes became more obvious: "Master, you lost after all."

"I will win."

Master Wuwei smiled, his voice was still loud and firm, but the light in his eyes was dim and weak.

"If you didn't rob the demon girl and bear the cause and effect, there would have been a chance. Now? Why do you win?"

Xuan Xuanzi looked at the living Buddha in the heart of Zhongzhou as if it were a myth. His expression was puzzled, stunned, and puzzled.

Holding out his hand, he pointed to the white hair on the living Buddha's head, and said quietly, "Is that all?"

"Fairy girl?"

Master Wuwei's emotions have no slight fluctuations. Those gloomy eyes in the past can see all the cause and effect. The rest are only smiles, sincerity, compassion, and tranquility, just like the Xizi Lake under Qingyun Mountain.

"She is not Hongchen, not a nymph, is it sacred?"

Xuan Xuanzi's tone became even colder.

"She is my robber."

Master Wuwei shook his head slowly.

"In your capacity, even if it's a robbery? You can always avoid it."

Xuan Xuanzi's tone was arrogant, but the confusion and doubts became more obvious.

"Avoid it, isn't it causal?"

Master Wuwei asked a question. He looked at Xuan Xuanzi, his eyes were dim, the smile gradually disappeared in his pupils, and his eyes became silent and deep.

Xuan Xuanzi was silent.

It took a long time before he said lightly, "I don't agree with you."

This is a conflict of metaphysical cognition as well as a division of thought. Obviously Master Wuwei did not intend to persuade Xuan Xuanzi. He just smiled gently: "Our differences always exist, but in a few years, everything will be clear Now. "

"Time is running out."

Xuan Xuanzi suddenly spoke.

He turned around and looked at the white cold mist in Qingyun Mountain: "This is your luck, belongs to Qingyun Temple. Now the luck has leaked, for a few years? Can you hold it? Even if you hold it It's worth it, and there will be no patience on it. The situation is delicate now, let alone a few years and months. They can't wait. "

Master Wuwei's eyes narrowed slightly.

He carefully looked at the expressionless Xuan Xuanzi, and after a long silence, he said lightly, "So, you chose them eventually?"

"It was they who chose me."

Xuan Xuanzi turned and looked at Master Wuwei, calmly, "Don't you understand?"

"I don't understand."

Master Wuwei smiled and shook his head, with a stubborn expression in his quiet expression, with persistence: "They ... he ... the top one, wouldn't agree?"

"This is the general trend. He can only follow the wave."

Xuan Xuanzi shook his head.

"The general trend will change."

Master Wuwei is still smiling, indifferent, and fearless.

"How can the general trend change ?!"

Xuan Xuanzi raised his tone subconsciously, and his tone became a little aggressive.

"Where is the trend?"

Wuwei Master asked calmly.

Xuan Xuanzi thoughtfully looked at Master Wuwei, his patience seemed to gradually disappear, and his tone began to cool: "Dongdao? The master is talking about Li Tianlan? He is no longer a variable, but a chessman. Going against the sky , Go against the trend, even if there is Tianjiao weather? Damn. Master, you are too stubborn. "

"So when you first met him, you wanted to lead him to Wuyue Province in the future? So, you have already made a choice, haven't you?"

Wuwei sighed.

Xuan Xuanzi stagnates abruptly, expressionless, no longer say more.

"I will win."

After being silent for a while, Master Wuwei whispered again: "Why is it wrong to go against the sky? The world thinks that we are the most awake, because we have seen through everything, but because we have seen through everything, we are the worst. I do n’t want Continued, what if you violated an opportunity? "

"And is it true that luck, fortune, and fate are doomed to change? You know this better than me."

Xuan Xuanzi's face seemed a little iron-clad. He threw the dust in his hand fiercely, and said coldly, "ridiculous!"

"I don't understand."

Master Wuwei shook his head and stopped talking.

"Perhaps you are right. But the sorceress messed up your plan and you can't hold it anymore. They chose me, so if the master doesn't want to be treasonous, please cooperate with me."

Xuan Xuanzi looked at the white mist condensed by air in the distance, and after a while, slowly spoke.

"I will let out Qingyun Temple."

Master Wuwei calmly said: "But it can only be Qingyun Temple. This is responsible for Zhongzhou."

Xuan Xuanzi's eyes flashed angrily, and he grunted coldly. The three men who ignored the door and strode into the temple door.

Master Wuwei remained still, his eyes seemed to look through the cold fog in front, and he was quietly admiring the sparkling water on the surface of Xizi Lake.

"Master ..."

The disciple hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help saying, "Master, what are you and Xuan Xuanzi talking about? What wins or loses?"

Master Wuwei smiled and looked at his big disciple: "What do you want to say?"

"We are a monk ..."

As if his lips moved, looking at Master's eyes, the voice finally fell silent.

"Yeah, we are monks. Winning or losing is not important. But in this era, how can monks give up all their fetters? Monks, in the final analysis, are still from Zhongzhou."

Xuan Xuanzi sighed deeply, for the first time a look of anxiety appeared in his eyes.

He was silent, and after five full minutes, he continued to say, "Xuan Xuanzi and I are not fighting for victory or defeat, but for the National Games. To be exact, it is the dragon of Zhongzhou."

"Dragon vein !?"

He shuddered, raised his head suddenly, his face stunned.

"Zhongzhou ... Hey, Zhongzhou, the dragon veins have been lost."

Wuwei master laughed at himself.

Just a few words, but the message contained is truly amazing.

Just really dizzy from being shocked by this short sentence.

Nakasu Dragon vein has been lost?

how can that be?

Longmai is related to the National Games. It can be said to be the luck of a country. Many people may not believe in such things as Qiyun. But if the other way around, many people believe in luck. This alone can explain the authenticity of Qiyun. But it's hard for ordinary people to guide.

The qi of one person and the qi of one country have not changed much in terms of quality, mainly the change in quantity. Therefore, the qi of one country mostly needs to be carried by dragon veins, and the dragon veins of Zhongzhou have been in Kunlun Mountain for hundreds of years. Now Master says, has Zhongzhou Longmai been lost?

"Dragon vein ... lost?"

If really stupid for a long time, I asked to eat.

"I lost a part, I lost a part, and there is still a little bit left in Kunlun City."

Master Wuwei whispered softly: "Xuan Xuanzi and I have been trying to reunite the dragon veins and restore the National Games over the years, but now ... Xuan Xuanzi has a choice and they have a choice, but his way is wrong ... "

they...

Who do they know?

It is related to the National Games, and it is impossible for Zhongzhou's senior management to pay attention to this.

At present, they chose Xuan Xuanzi?

Why is this road wrong?

"But the dragon vein ... how can it disappear? How is this possible?"

If he really touched his bald head, he looked confused.

"Twenty years ago, Li Kuangzi rebelled against the country. After that war, the dragon veins were scattered. If Kunlun City really occupied the dragon veins, how could they now be like this? Huh!"

Wuwei master snorted coldly.

But if he still does n’t understand, he asked carefully: “Master means, this way of Xuan Xuanzi may not be able to reunite the dragon veins in the end?”

"he can."

The Master Wuwei sighed and was weak. At this moment, he seemed suddenly old and much older. The whole person was sullen: "If he can't, they won't choose him. Xuan Xuanzi is here today to try to occupy the luck here. His combination of luck and luck reunited the dragon veins in the shortest time. But our direction is different. The dragon veins I have gathered are prosperous, but his choice is obviously more appetizing for some people. "

"What is his choice?"

Asked subconsciously.

Master Wuwei turned into the temple and said coldly, "Bing Ge!"

Enter the temple gate, pass through the Temple of Heaven, and enter the Noble Palace.

Qingyun Temple, with its minimal structure, did not recite scriptures, but it seemed empty and silent.

The indifferent master of inaction walked into the hall silently, without looking at Xuan Xuanzi who was standing quietly in front of him, kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, silently chanting the scriptures.

Xuan Xuanzi never looked at him.

All his attention was focused on the two objects in front of him.

In front of him are two discs of about 20 cm in diameter, like a small wall clock, but there is only a pointer in the center of the disc, there are no numbers on the edge of the disc, and only a few traditional characters are engraved on it.

Life and death are ups and downs.

There are a few patterns carved in the center of the disc, one of which is carved like a metal tube, painted silver, while the other disc is carved with only a cloud of smoke.

At this moment, the hands in the two discs are shaking slightly, engraved on the silver metal copper disc, and the slender hands stay in the center of the gate, and the circle engraved with clouds and smoke On the disk, the pointer stayed on the edge of the dead door.

"Destiny roulette?"

Xuan Xuanzi stared at the two discs for a long while before sneering: "Master, does it make sense? You should know that this is the most useless thing. Many people who know Destiny Roulette regard it as a treasure, But in reality? There is no use. Roulette cannot control human luck. On the contrary, it is completely controlled by people. "

"so what?"

Master Wuwei asked on his knees on the futon.

Xuan Xuanzi breathed deeply, staring at the disc engraved with a silver metal tube. After a long while, he said in a low tone: "I first noticed Li Tianlan when I saw it, and I was so lucky that I could say Hundreds of years are rare, but his luck is built up by death, and it is destined to live for a long time. Master, you want to use Li's to reunite the dragon veins, this way is really wrong. "

The Wuwei Master is silent.

Xuan Xuanzi said in a deep voice: "Li Tianlan, how does he live? Even if you change his life, even let his life be chaotic, what can he do? He must die, no sooner."

Xuan Xuanzi paused, and somehow said: "The more brilliant, the more chaotic."

Master Wuwei nodded his head in approval, he smiled and said, "So the situation needs to be reopened to make the invincible world a mustard."

"Grass mustard?"

Xuan Xuanzi said indifferently: "Only Li Tianlan? Can he do it?"

"He can do it. Only he can do it. One day, he alone will be enough to renew the most glorious era."

Master Wuwei's tone became calmer.

"He must die."

Xuan Xuanzi shook his head.

"If he is the only one, there is no doubt that he will die, but Qin Weibai is beside him, and the lives of the two are completely complementary. From the number of lives, they can be said to be born in a pair. With her, who dares to say that Li Tianlan will die?"

Master Wuwei is still denying Xuan Xuanzi's remarks.

Xuan Xuanzi snorted heavily, as if still gritted his teeth, and said coldly, "The demon girl is in trouble!"

"Oh!"

As soon as his voice fell, the two discs in front of it suddenly made a soft noise.

On the destiny roulette, the two hands that were trembling but never moved started to move instantly.

The roulette pointer engraved with a silver metal tube trembled almost instantly from the living door to the center of the dead door.

The pointer stayed firmly in the middle of the dead door, motionless.

And the pointer on the roulette engraved with clouds and smokes is also shifting, straight from the edge of the dead gate into the living gate.

Xuan Xuanzi stunned, and then chuckled, "Master, you are still wrong."

He picked up one of the discs and smiled, "Li Tianlan's destiny points directly to the dead door, and there is no death. What else can you say?"

"Tianjiao disappears, and he has cause and effect with him virtually. But things must be reversed, not necessarily bad things."

Wuwei master Gujing said, "I still believe in those two children. Li Tianlan has luck and is the most suitable carrier. Xiao Bai can complement him. This is the perfect yin-yang alternation."

Luck ... carrier ... yin and yang alternate? !!

Xuan Xuanzi's body flew for a while, his ruddy complexion seemed to turn pale for a moment.

The dust in his hand trembled violently, staring at the calm side of Master Wuwei's face, Xuan Xuanzi dare not to say: "Do you want him to bear the dragon vein ?!"

Dragon veins carry the luck of a country.

If Li Tianlan carries the dragon vein ...

This is a real transgression!

"Are you crazy ?!"

The master of inaction laughed and said nothing.

Xuan Xuanzi's face was cloudy and uncertain. After a while, he was cold and cold: "That's why you chose them?"

"select?"

Master Wuwei shook his head: "If you choose, it is also destiny that chose me."

He closed his eyes and his thoughts flowed.

In the winter of more than ten years ago, in the southwest of Zhongzhou, when he first saw Qin Weibai, who was only ten years old, he was in a snowfall that was rare in the southwest for many years.

That day, in the icy and snowy world, all he saw was a desolate soul full of scars and a dead heart.

There was a smile on the corner of Wuwei's mouth.

This is destiny!

A small crackling sound suddenly sounded.

The inaction master is motionless.

"puff!"

In the dull sound, the soft floating dust was as straight as a sword instantly, Xuan Xuanzi held the whisk in his hand, and pierced the heart of Wuwei Master directly.

Blood spread.

Master Wuwei opened his eyes, his eyes remained calm.

"I have the luck of Qingyun Temple to reunite with the dragon veins, even if you have the destiny?"

Xuan Xuanzi said indifferently.

Master Wuwei chuckled and folded his hands, sighing, "Things must be reversed."

With his voice, Master Wuwei's snow-white long hair that burned across his shoulders instantly burned into ashes, and a circle of invisible air waves spread throughout him. At this moment, Wuwei Master seemed to be glowing.

He straightened his body.

"boom!"

There seemed to be a roar between heaven and earth.

The air wave instantly expanded, driving Xuan Xuanzi's body and throwing him out of the hall.

Master Wuwei, whose hair was gone, had blood on his chest, and his clothes were red.

Kneeling in front of the statue, he bowed his head reverently, his hands folded, his voice was still loud, and his spirit was full: "Amitabha."

Xuan Xuanzi with a pale face fell out of the hall, holding the dust in his hand, his face was unbelievable.

A dazzling light jumped out of the sky.

In the sky and under the sky, there was a moment of sunshine.

When the morning light rose.

The night is approaching.

In the early morning, there is night.

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(These chapters are a bit loose recently, it's a pit-.-Several brothers said they couldn't understand. The pit is not deep. The third volume is not long. These pits will be buried in the near future. .)