As soon as Zhao Wujiang finished speaking, he sat on the futon.

A gust of wind rose in the apse, and countless flying talismans appeared in the wind, flying in all directions of the apse.

After a breath, the back hall was covered with talismans in all directions.

"My name is Zhang Lindao.

Before leaving, I will understand the way of the great road." The middle-aged Taoist man spoke gently, holding the oil lamp tightly in his hand.

"My name is Zhao Wujiang."

Zhao Wujiang smiled indifferently and did not take the initiative to ask. Since the fortune teller was waiting for him, he would naturally tell him the ins and outs of the matter.

"The road has no boundaries." Zhang Lindao smiled:

"What do you want to know?"

"Then it depends on what senior can tell me."

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were deep. He felt that it was impossible for the fortune teller to tell everything and would definitely hide something. But as long as he could know most of the truth, he would no longer be in the fog and could do more things.

, he will dig out the rest by himself.

The fortune teller nodded and said with emotion:

"Sure enough, I saw the wrong person, it's a pity...

Deep love will last forever, but wisdom will die soon, and you have both."

Zhao Wujiang did not ask for the truth as soon as he came up, nor did he act too eager when he asked about this or that. He had not seen this kind of stability in a young man for many years.

"I don't know, senior, do you have both, or do you only have one, Hui Yiyao?" Zhao Wujiang stared at the white-haired fortune teller, who seemed to have run out of oil.

"Hahaha..." The fortune teller laughed heartily. He appreciated Zhao Wujiang's rhetorical question. This rhetorical question touched his heart.

Zhao Wujiang just looked at him indifferently.

After a few breaths, his laughter stopped, he shook his head and sighed:

"I'm sorry for you."

Zhao Wujiang did not answer, his expression was still calm, but his eyes became darker.

The fortune teller held the bronze oil lamp in his hand and leaned back, leaning on the legs of a square table filled with fortune chips and talismans. He stared into Zhao Wujiang's eyes and began to talk.

:

"Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a Taoist temple in the mountain.

The temple owner in the Taoist temple and a group of people entered a small world.

To this group of people, this world is like a secret realm in their original world.

They want to go to this secret realm to find something."

Zhao Wujiang's eyes trembled slightly, and the index finger and thumb of his left hand pinched together.

"But these things are not that easy to find. They searched for a long time but still couldn't find them." The fortune teller sighed:

"Although they were unwilling to give in, they were still ready to leave.

But when they left, they discovered that the world was collapsing and gradually heading towards destruction. In the process of world destruction, they could not leave at all.

They are anxious, impatient, impatient.

Because some people are already exhausted and enter this world to find a way to survive. However, if they are trapped in this world, they will only become weaker and weaker. In the end, their spirits may dissipate before the world is destroyed.

Moreover, this world especially excludes power that transcends the highest limits of the world, so those who step into it are dying of their souls all the time.

Therefore, some people choose to sleep, such as the Wolf God in the Northern Plains, the Gu God in the Miao Territory, the ghosts and gods outside the East China Sea, and other so-called gods hidden in the Western countries.

Of course, there is also me, Zhang Lindao."

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were dim, and he had probably guessed most of the next plan.

The fortune teller smiled gently:

"The dying man had already injured his body and soul when he was going through the tribulation in the outside world. He came to this world and didn't find what he wanted. If he just let nature take its course and wait until the world collapses, huh.

His soul will inevitably disappear. He will die in this world, and the body left outside will naturally rot. From then on, there will be no such person as him in the vast world.
Chapter completed!