"The world is north and south, and those who are destined to meet will meet each other, and those who are destined to meet each other for generations. Please remember the website address:." The sharp voice directly penetrated the slightly noisy sounds around.
Leng Xiaoran's confused mind was immediately awakened, "Oh no-" Smile shook his heart, knowing that he was fascinated. This Beiguo Temple is not simple. Even if it is not the real Beiguo Temple, Shan Lun will unknowingly
If you are confused, you can see the mystery of Beiguo Temple. It is far beyond the Tiancang Sect, even the Tiancang Sect at its peak.
The sharp voice attracted Leng Xiaoran's attention. Leng Xiaoran looked at him and saw a fortune teller in a Taoist costume.
I didn't expect that there would be fortune tellers in this place. I really said, is there any wonder in the world? There is a fortune teller in another area. However, it makes me very strange. The white side of the fortune teller
There are a few black characters on the vertical page, but they are Middle-earth characters.
Did he show it to himself on purpose? Leng Xiaoran guessed in his heart, so the touch in his heart became more obvious, "What's wrong... It's getting worse and worse..." Leng Xiaoran suddenly felt something in his heart.
It was a little panic, this was the only few times he had in ten thousand years.
The fortune teller seemed to see Leng Xiaoran, and a philistine smile appeared on his old face, "Gaga, this young man." The fortune teller waved to Leng Xiaoran.
Leng Xiaoran walked forward silently and sat on the stool arranged by the fortune teller, "Is there anything wrong?"
Leng Xiaoran calmed down his uneasy heart, and the swaying heart lake suddenly freezes under the cold air.
"Haha, there's something wrong," the fortune teller smiled. This smile had a strong worldly smell and a smell of copper.[
Leng Xiaoran escaped a ingot of silver from his waist and threw it to the fortune teller in front of him.
"Tell me." Leng Xiaoran also wanted to hear the words of the unreliable fortune teller.
"Young man, have you been very busy lately?" the fortune teller asked in a chat.
"It's really busy." Leng Xiaoran nodded.
"I have been in danger recently, right?" This fortune teller is different from the rumors. What he said is not too empty but extensive.
"Well. I almost died." Leng Xiaoran smiled.
"Yes, the donor's heaven is not full, so it's not a person with great blessings. If you want to make yourself happy, you have to rely on yourself." The fortune teller took out a bottle of gourd from his waist and then drank two mouthfuls, "Ha-
——”The wine smelled very strong, so the fortune teller shouted happily, and the wine flowed down from the corner of his mouth and stuck to the stubble.
"But recently, the donor Yin Tang turned black, and there was indeed an abnormal blood disaster." Before the fortune teller finished his words, Leng Xiaoran interrupted, "I was originally a person who wandered between life and death, so it is normal for Yin Tang to turn black.
hour."
Leng Xiaoran didn't want to listen to nonsense, so the fortune teller smiled, "Do you want to live such an uneasy life?"
"I don't want to." Leng Xiaoran replied.
"I didn't think that one day I could sleep peacefully and get up safely?" The old fortune teller looked at Leng Xiaoran with a smile, like a despicable little thief staring at a good woman.
"I want to." Leng Xiaoran replied.
"You came to the Western Region alone, definitely going towards danger, right?" The fortune teller looked at Leng Xiaoran, his eyes flashing.
Leng Xiaoran paused and looked at the fortune teller and nodded. Leng Xiaoran could already see that the fortune teller in front of him was not a false reputation. Although he didn't know whether he had a false reputation, he was definitely not an ordinary person.
Leng Xiaoran's silent expression was still silent, and she would not have any favors when looking at the fortune teller.[
"Why do young people do this? It is not the right way to go against the will of heaven." The fortune teller did not seem to be telling Leng Xiaoran fortune, but just talked to Leng Xiaoran for a few words.
"The existence of heaven is for us and others to go against the will of heaven. If it weren't for this, how could we have a path to cultivation?" Leng Xiaoran replied indifferently.
"Cultivation is just to give people a better life. The world begins and the prehistoric world begins. People are just the weakest creatures. Cultivation is the treasure book born against monsters and monsters." The fortune teller picked up a feather and looked at him.
He took a few strokes into his ear hole.
"The existence of all things in the world is unfair, so we can cultivate our true nature and make up for the innate weakness of human beings. Isn't this aversion to heaven? Heaven has created the weakness of human beings, so human beings have to resist." Leng Xiaoran frowned and refused to discuss this more.
No point of question.
When Leng Xiaoran was about to leave, the fortune teller smiled and said, "A little bit, I have one more thing to say."
Leng Xiaoran stopped and turned her back to the fortune teller.
"The Buddha Hall is not going there, but in the opposite direction." The fortune teller then laughed.
Leng Xiaoran left silently, his steps were still as firm as he was, as if he had never changed.
The Buddha Hall was indeed behind Leng Xiaoran, and his eyes were heading towards the peak of the golden top.
...
Buddha Hall.
The shining golden palace actually gives people a sacred feeling rather than a luxurious and decadent feeling.
There was indeed no one coming in around the Buddha Hall, because there were no guards at the same time, Leng Xiaoran naturally walked in slowly. The pilgrim seemed to have glanced at Leng Xiaoran, and then did not pay too much attention to Leng Xiaoran, and continued
Go towards the team.
The hall is more magnificent than the outside, with exquisite carvings and jade, and pavilions are vividly engraved on the surrounding walls.
Leng Xiaoran walked into it quietly, and a shocking roar suddenly came from his ears. Leng Xiaoran couldn't react and felt a swaying in his ears and dizziness in front of him.
"This--" Leng Xiao then took a step or two, and after turning around, he saw a golden voice in a trance, "You..." Leng Xiaoran took a few steps back again, shook his brain, and then saw clearly
Who is ahead?
"Who are you?" Leng Xiaoran asked.
A golden figure suddenly appeared in front of him, his whole body was cast as a harsh line as steel on his face. Leng Xiaoran narrowed his eyes slightly because he could feel the vajra-like monk in front of him with an unfriendly aura.
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"The Buddha Halls must not trespass." He finally spoke, but his voice was as crisp as the intersection of gold and stone.
"Is that true?" Leng Xiaoran frowned slightly. No one around entered the Buddha Hall. "Then why did you trespass?"
"I am the Vajra Temple monk who guards the second time." The Vajra-like monk clasped his hands together, and Leng Xiaoran finally saw some human nature from his eyes.
"So--" Leng Xiaoran's body disappeared immediately and disappeared. The monk from the Vajra Temple was stunned, as if he didn't know where Leng Xiaoran was going, so he stood there for a long time without moving.
"I'm already here." Leng Xiaoran's voice surrounds the golden top of the Buddha Hall. The sound was not heavy, but it was enough to penetrate the golden top of the Buddha Hall.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Leng Xiaoran came to her senses and saw a lazy figure lying on a small dome on the golden top.
"Tell me." Leng Xiaoran asked impatiently.
The beggar looked at Leng Xiaoran strangely and asked, "What are you saying?"
"Don't you have something to say?" Leng Xiaoran said lightly against a spire, and a hint of coldness appeared in her eyes.
"Uh..." The beggar looked at the change in Leng Xiaoran's expression and knew that Leng Xiaoran was already angry.
"Okay, let me be honest." The beggar buckled his ear hole and said lazily, "This is the outer door of Beiguo Temple. If you want to find the sect of Beiguo Temple, it is not here."
"Where?" Leng Xiaoran asked coldly.
"I don't know." The beggar shook his head and looked at Leng Xiaoran with a smile, looking quite rude.
"Are you playing tricks on me?" Leng Xiaoran stood up, her eyes were filled with cold air, and she instantly grabbed the beggar from the dome, grabbed it in front of her, and an ice blade was placed on the beggar's jaw.
Leng Xiaoran said coldly, "I don't have time to waste too much on you. Whether you say or not is in your mind."
"I..." Leng Xiaoran grabbed the beggar's throat and heard the beggar's gurgling sound.
"Woo--" The beggar seemed to want to speak.
With a "pa" sound, Leng Xiaoran threw it to the ground and smiled silently.
"Okay." The beggar showed a hint of Nao's expression, "Here you go one hundred miles north of the mountain city."
"Yes." Leng Xiaoran nodded, then smiled, "Why do you have to?"
Leng Xiaoran's body immediately ran away...
"Oh... why are you?" The beggar looked at Leng Xiaoran's leaving figure, his eyes were not as frivolous as before, and his expression was serious and calm, like a wise man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.
The beggar shook his head slightly and lowered the golden top and said to the monk guarding the Vajra Temple in the Buddha Hall: "Let's go--"
"Where do you go?" His golden body was covered with armor on him.
"Of course I'm going home-" The beggar scratched the lice on his body, then pulled it off.
"Yes--" A blind man riding a donkey also walked over slowly and muttered.
"Let's go back--" The rest of the people came slowly, and they were all the people Leng Xiaoran met before.
"Oh, too--" A child was holding a toy in his hand and screaming with a smile.
"Hu——" The disabled believer also twisted his body to this point and breathed a deep breath, "It's time to go back after coming for so long."
"Everything that should come has come, and what should not come has come. This is the fate of heaven. Even if you change your fate against the will of heaven, it may be in the fate of heaven--" The old fortune teller carried his vertical banner in his hand and walked slowly towards him.
, did you count your fingers, "It should rain tomorrow, and it is indeed time to go home to collect your clothes."
After a while, the few people immediately dispersed and headed in different directions, not knowing whether their goals were the same or the goals in their hearts were the same.