"Luck is something you most often don't get when you desperately want it. When you don't need it anymore, it often comes for no reason... This is in line with the principle of the impermanence of heaven, which makes people sigh."

The living room of the Prime Minister's Palace is not big, and there are only three seats for the host and guests combined. Now there are people on all three seats, and there are people accompanying each seat.

Leaving aside the three sitting ones, the three standing ones are not ordinary people either. Next to Lin Lushan is his son Lin Xiao, who is in Tongyou Realm; beside Wu Jie is his second apprentice Qin Jing, who is in Tongyou Realm; Xiao

Next to Bu Yi is his nephew Ning Feng, who is also in the realm of Tongyou.

Monks in the realm of Tongyou are already extremely valuable potential stocks among various sects in the world, and have been vigorously cultivated by their teachers; and if they are casual cultivators, they are often already somewhat famous figures.

But here and now, they are just accompanying him.

Thirty-seven years have passed since Wu Jie decided to seek immortality. For a mortal, thirty-seven years is more than half a lifetime, but for a cultivator, it can only be considered a short time. But these thirty-seven years are only

Years later, Wu Jie and his friends have developed to such an extent. From the perspective of insiders, this is a very amazing thing.

"Just looking at this living room, you can tell that we people are indeed quite lucky." Regarding Lin Lushan's sigh, Xiao Buyi said with a smile, "When I traveled around the world in search of opportunities, I once thought that I could cultivate to the realm of Tongyou in this life.

, reincarnation without losing the heart to follow the Tao is the best result. But I didn’t expect that one day even my nephew would be able to reach this state, and I myself would be a flying immortal."

"Brother Xiao has accumulated a lot of experience, and becoming a flying immortal is a matter of course." Lin Lushan chuckled and said, "It's just that I still don't understand the theory of luck. I am obviously about to run out of energy, and my life is only a matter of time.

That’s all, why is there such luck? Isn’t this luck related to life and death?”

"Of course luck is related to life and death. People with strong luck tend to live longer." Xiao Buyi said with certainty, "But there are always exceptions in everything, just like all living beings have life and death, but there are just the same in heaven and earth.

There are those with great supernatural powers who are immortal and can even transcend tribulations and ascend... the same principle is true."

Lin Lushan raised his eyebrows slightly: "I am not a person with great supernatural powers."

"Brother, your achievements are still above those of the great supernatural powers in the world."

Xiao Buyi's words were so categorical that everyone was shocked. Wu Jie couldn't help but rush to ask what happened.

"In this vast land of Kyushu, there are thousands of people cultivating immortals, and there are also those who can overcome tribulations and ascend from time to time. For example, more than ten years ago, the famous Kitchen God Zhang Guangli ascended to the top of Wenjian Peak in Wuhui Valley. At that time, there were

Hundreds of people witnessed it with their own eyes." Xiao Buyi explained, "In comparison, brother, the achievements you have achieved, let alone more than ten years or hundreds of years, even if it takes thousands or tens of thousands of years, there may not be another one."

"If I had to find a historical figure similar to you, it would probably be His Majesty the Holy Emperor."

Lin Lushan suddenly lost his temper and hurriedly smiled wryly and waved his hands: "How can I compare to the Holy Emperor?"

"But what you are doing is similar." Xiao Buyi said with a smile, "Create a new era and set rules for future generations. There are not many people who can do this kind of thing throughout the ages. For example, in my immortal sect,

Probably only the nameless Zhenren who preached on the sacred mountain in the past and the origin of all dharma, and the fourth generation head of Baidi Pavilion, Baijin Zhenren, who divided the three religions and six paths and determined the distinction between good and evil, are similar to you. But among the human world, the only ones closest to you are the saints.

The emperor has passed away."

"I just advocate writing words that the common people can understand, so why am I praised so highly?" Lin Lushan was a little puzzled, "Throughout the ages, there have been many celebrities who have advocated in the cultural field. I can't be considered special."

"What you have done has gone beyond the scope of culture. In other words, you have changed the definition of culture and expanded it from scribes to common people." Xiao Buyi praised, "The most important thing is that you have succeeded.

this matter"

"Everyone has a lot of ideas, many of which are very valuable and will have a huge impact on the entire world. But almost no one can put these ideas into practice. Even if they do, they will not succeed at all. I

After studying the history books, I found that literati with your thoughts have made great achievements in the past history.

There have been several people in history, but most of them were unknown people during their lifetimes. They had neither power nor status, nor much influence. So even if they shouted loudly, it was just like shouting in the wilderness, which was of no use.

It’s just an understatement left in the history books.”

"Could it be that what I did was different?"

"Of course." Xiao Buyi smiled and waved his hand, and a translucent water mirror appeared in the middle of the living room, with ripples of light reflecting many distant scenes.

In the water mirror, you can see that literati from all over the world are having heated discussions about what Lin Lushan wrote during this period. In particular, his clearly stated view of "writing the words of the common people" has become the focus of discussion.

"...It's nothing. After I die, the discussion will soon subside." Lin Lushan smiled with satisfaction at first, but the smile soon turned into a bitter smile, "When people die and political power rests, so do the words."

Xiao Buyi waved his hand again, and those scenes faded away, revealing instead the flow of literary fortunes among the schools.

Wen Yun, who was originally clean and proud, now lowered his head one after another and began to get involved with the fireworks of the world.

"Since ancient times, literati have often separated themselves from the common people and sat in their studies to cultivate their temperament. Even if they experienced ups and downs and wrote sincere and touching words, they were still targeting literati. But from now on, there will be a new world.

It is a genre that exposes words to the common people so that they can read and hear them and spread them by word of mouth. This is a new era, and this era has already begun."

Lin Lushan was stunned for a moment, laughed a few times, and then asked: "I don't understand, why can I do it when others can't? How can such a big thing be successful all of a sudden?"

"Because you are no one else, you are Lin Duxiu, the most famous literary figure in the world. Not only that, you have a world-class literary reputation, but you have hidden your pen and ink for thirty years. Countless people in the world are familiar with your legend and are looking forward to your works.

I hope that once you throw something like this out, even if they are shocked, even if they don't like it, they have to pay attention to it," Xiao Buyi said. "Paying attention to it is a good start, and it will make many people reflect and then understand, and finally

Be your supporter.”

"Similarly speaking, children shouting casually in the wild will have no effect; people will not care about traffickers and goons chatting on the street; but if a reputable and credible person preaches in public, it will

Many people care about it, and it has achieved certain results." Xiao Buyi finally concluded, "It is precisely because of you that you can do this kind of thing. So it is natural for God to send you luck."

"Even if I'm dying?"

"That's right, the way of heaven and earth is impartial and selfless. Even if you are about to die, your luck will not be less."

After hearing Xiao Buyi's words, Wu Jie couldn't help but turn his head and look at the sky outside the house.

The swimming dragon of luck has become more and more dynamic and majestic recently. The little luck that Lin Lushan consumed is nothing compared to what he gained from establishing a new era of culture.

"If this destiny can be connected with the country, even if the national destiny of the Chu Kingdom has declined, it will probably be able to persist for another hundred years...

"Then what should I do to connect my luck with the country?" Lin Lushan was a little puzzled but asked more eagerly, "It would be a waste not to use this luck. If I can do something for the country, then

Even if I die a few days early, I will be very happy."

Xiao Buyi thought for a long time and finally nodded.

"You can try it."

He suddenly remembered something and burst into laughter.

"Do you still remember? This is what we did in Anfeng County."

Wu Jie was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he also laughed.

"Yes, we didn't know anything at the beginning, so we ignorantly dared to change our fate. Fortunately, it didn't cause too many consequences. Now that I think about it, the more I think about it, the more scared I am, and I can't help but break out in a cold sweat."

"Can't we be as casual as last time this time?" Lin Lushan couldn't help laughing after recalling it, "Are you going to the palace to cast spells?

"Of course, not only do you have to go to the palace to cast spells, but you also have to invite the emperor and the prince to come." Xiao Buyi said, "It involves the fate of the country, so the emperor and the prince must definitely participate."

"Then I'll report it to Your Majesty." Just now I heard Wu Jie said that if Lin Lushan's luck could be used to maintain the country's destiny, it would be able to maintain the country's destiny for at least another hundred years. Ning Feng already had an anxious look on his face, and at this moment he finally restrained himself.

I couldn't help but hurriedly asked for help.

Xiao Buyi thought for a moment and nodded.

Ning Feng was immediately overjoyed and bowed to everyone. He activated the escape light under his feet and disappeared without a trace.

After he left, Xiao Buyi, Wu Jie, and Qin Jing began to prepare various things needed for the formation, while Lin Lushan began to write a memorial under his son's clothes. This matter is not trivial, and a detailed memorial needs to be written.

Speak clearly and clearly, and leave it to the internal history record.

When it comes to national destiny, even the emperor cannot act arbitrarily and must follow formal procedures.

While he was busy, Xiao Buyi suddenly felt something in his heart and turned his head to look in the direction of the palace.

But the palpitating feeling in my heart flashed away and disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if nothing happened.

"My feeling must be wrong..." He shook his head, "This matter is really big, I can't help but feel frightened."

What he didn't know was that Ning Feng, who was supposed to have arrived at the palace and told the whole story to His Majesty the Emperor Tomorrow, had already encountered an accident.

Ning Feng originally rushed towards the palace in a hurry, even walking was too slow, so he used the method of escaping from the ground. However, he escaped from the ground and did not land at the entrance of the palace as expected. Instead, he found

The surroundings were dim, and there was an extremely strong stickiness in the dimness. It felt as if I had bumped into extremely viscous glue, and my whole body was stuck. Not to mention continuing to move forward, I could not even move my hands and feet.

Very difficult.

What's going on?

Ning Feng was shocked and hurriedly cast a spell to refine a stream of pure Yang energy in his Dantian into flames, hoping to burn the sticky things around him so he could free himself.

But before he could circulate his true energy, a cold air poured down from the top of his head. It easily defeated his protective true energy, invaded his body effortlessly, and completely destroyed his whole body.

Sealed. Not to mention moving or casting spells, even the thoughts in his head were frozen and he fell into a coma.

It was only then that the originally dark environment became bright again, but it was a room about a street away from the palace.

This house is one of the rest rooms of the guards, but the guards are patrolling outside. Naturally, there is no one in the house. At least, there should be no one.

The two disciples of Laojun Temple were sitting in the room, staring at Ning Feng, whose whole body was frozen in ice.

"Junior Brother Zhu, why are you arresting this kid?" The "senior brother" asked in a deep voice, "This kid is not very cultivated, but his identity is quite sensitive. If you touch him, I'm afraid there will be trouble."

"He is one of the key figures in our plan. Even if there is some trouble, we have to find a way." Zhu Quan smiled slightly, appearing confident, "Besides, we will not hurt him, we just leave a thought in his mind.

Just attack when the time is right."

"Won't he be seen? That old ghost Ji is not an ordinary person. And although this kid is not good, his martial uncle Bu Yi's appearance is very powerful, not to mention the little fire god who has rushed to Changning City... I am not the elder.

If you are ambitious and destroy your own prestige, with the abilities of our fellow apprentices, if we face the little Vulcan and the Buyi God, we will lose more than we win."

"Because of this, we have to do something with him." Zhu Quan did not get angry because of Senior Brother's words, but explained patiently, "If we don't let him take action at the critical moment, we can only

Try to provoke the monks in Changning City to take action. Although there are many of them, senior brother, do you think... they dare to take action against Wu Jie?"
To be continued...