The woman standing behind the old man seemed to be a relatively high-ranking figure in this small Western Region country. So when the young monk finished saying this, she didn't pass by the old man and said to the monk directly, "Okay, the arrangements you asked my clan to make for you have been done, and you can cast spells for us now."

The young monk glanced at the woman with a deep meaning and said, "Your country has made a decision. Are you willing to use the life of your princess in exchange for peace for the entire tribe?"

"Do you have calculated the ending of all this regardless of whether my father wants it or not? So isn't this a waste of time?"

The woman said this in a slightly resentful tone and walked straight to the young monk.

The monk was not a drag. Since the woman said so, he didn't say much, and directly pulled up the woman's arm and walked to the center of the cemeteries.

Then, the young monk waved his sleeves and the white robe subordinates who had been following him all stood around the sun's tombs in their respective directions, forming a mysterious encirclement, surrounding the monks and women in the center.

The slightly elderly king also realized something. The expression on his face kept changing between heartache, reluctance and helplessness. Finally, he could only slowly close his eyes and sigh, thinking that he would give up his daughter's name in exchange for the survival of the entire clan. It was extremely cruel but no choice for him.

So, he could only bend down slowly like the people around him, kneel down around the cemetery formation, and just look ahead.

At this time, the rolling clouds in the sky became stronger and stronger, and it had formed a terrifying storm, buckled over the ancient city in black, as if it would fall down at any time to crush the ancient city.

The blood-red light column projected by the huge eye protruding from the black clouds is getting closer and closer to the ground, and is only a few hundred meters away at this time.

As the red light approached, wind blew on the ground.

The strong wind that swept through us stirred up the yellow sand on the ground, whirling everyone's long whiteness.

The young monk was not infected by external factors at all, and he focused his fingers until he calculated the time. He suddenly pulled out the seven-star sword from the scabbard on his back, turned to the side facing Liefeng, and said to the woman with his back, "Do you... have anything else to stay?"

The girl wearing a veil raised her chin slightly, looked at the back of the man standing in front of her, and said in a slightly bitter and disappointed tone, "Five years ago, as an envoy of our country, I went to Guodu, Datang to meet the king. You and I also met at that time... At that time, you said to me that we were all the people, so I accepted me as my disciple and let me stay by your side, and taught me all your skills...

Now, you want to calm this catastrophe in my name. Although I have no complaints to use my life to exchange for the vitality of my tribe, I still want to ask you if you have already known the ending at the moment when you and me met, and arranged my destiny with you."

The woman said this, her tone was not resentful, but was filled with disappointment and pain.

After hearing this, the monk paused slightly and said lightly, "Anyone born into this world will carry their own missions. Some people have mediocre missions, while others bear human talents and bear much heavier responsibilities. However, no matter how high or low the talent, everyone has one thing in common, that is, they cannot control their own destiny.

It is intentional that neither you nor me can escape this law. Our destiny is destined. What I can do is to predict the trajectory of all this and give some people the responsibility they should have, but I cannot change our ultimate destiny."

"But if you don't calculate, predict, or peek at the secrets of heaven, then what does the fate of the people in the world have to do with you?"

The woman said resentfully.

"The natural disasters in the world are too great to threaten the people, and that is a force that cannot be resisted by manpower. I just do my best to observe the celestial phenomena and divine divination to reduce casualties and losses for the people in the world.

When I come to this world, my mission is to do it. Even if I don’t do it, there will naturally be another one in the world. This is destined. Unless one day, I break through the boundaries of some kind of power, I can see who is in this sky, controlling everything in the dark!”

"Can you do this?" the veiled woman was silent for a moment and said lightly.

"Maybe I don't have this ability yet, but through my hexagram, I can see the world a thousand years later, which means that the people have not yet died out and the world has continued. Perhaps in that era, there will be later people who can inherit my will and understand the truth of all this!"

"All right……"

The veiled woman sighed softly and said to the monk in front of her, "Can you promise me that if there is really reincarnation, there is really a future life, if we can be destined to meet in that era, can you not be so cruel to each other, and do not give us any mission and responsibility, and we will be an ordinary pair of mortals, okay?"

The young monk was silent for a moment before he slowly said, "If I no longer have me in the world in a thousand years, then I will hide my lifelong beliefs in time and space before I die, until I meet you the next time, I will untie the shackles and restore all my memories.

By then... I will return everything I owe you to you..."

After saying that, both of them took a deep breath, as if they were calming some emotion in their hearts that could not be expressed in words.

However, this strange emotion only appeared on the young monk and was suppressed by him. He slowly raised his head and looked at the rolling dark clouds in the sky, and his face returned to his previous firmness.

However, the woman with a veil behind him did not have the hard heart as hard as him. She was covered in a sha whistle in the wind, and a trace of tears had already appeared in the moving eyes under the veil.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger.

Soon, the entire area centered on the Tomb of the Sun began to shake violently like an earthquake. Hundreds of thick wooden stakes seemed to be supported by some force from the underground, protruding from the underground one by one, as if something terrible was about to break out of the ground.
Chapter completed!