The voices asking Feng Mian to tell fortunes were getting louder and louder. Feng Mian's brows showed a bit of complexity. Finally, he stroked his sleeves slowly and said helplessly:
"Forget it, forget it. Since you all want to know, I'll tell you a divination!"
Feng Mian's voice was very soft, but the moment he spoke, the entire conference center immediately fell silent.
Joy was revealed on everyone's face, and they seemed to be very sure that as long as he took action, the truth of the matter would be revealed.
Only the old woman's eyes contained a hint of sadness. She sighed quietly and called out softly, "Brother Feng..."
Feng Mian smiled in her direction and said soothingly, "Don't worry, Xiao Lingling, it's just fortune-telling!"
The old woman looked away, wiped her eyes, but said nothing more.
Mingyue looked at the scene in front of her and suddenly remembered what old man Qingyu once said: the secret of heaven cannot be revealed.
If you try to spy on the secrets of heaven, you will definitely have to pay a price.
And fortune-telling...is naturally a way to peek into the secrets of heaven.
The fact was just as Mingyue had thought. The three copper coins in Fengmian's hand fell on the table. He stretched out his hand to touch the position and pattern of the coins, but with every time he touched one, his brows tightened more.
When he touched the third coin, he suddenly stopped, as if he was nailed there, and did not move for a long time.
Seeing this, the others became anxious and could not help but come forward and ask:
"Master Mian, what's wrong with you? Why aren't you talking? What does this hexagram indicate?"
"Yes, Mr. Mian, what did you see?"
"I think you have figured it out. Is there anything in this world that you, Master Mian, can't figure out?"
"Who was it that destroyed those two sects?"
"Sleep..."
Before they could urge him again, Feng Mian suddenly made a "puff" sound and spat out large mouthfuls of blood.
The blood dripped from mid-air to the ground like blood-red jade beads with broken strings, and turned into bright red flowers.
Then Feng Mian couldn't even hold the copper coin in his hand, and he fell straight down.
Fortunately, Qingyu had been standing next to him and caught him subconsciously, otherwise he would have fallen directly to the ground.
Mingyue couldn't help but take two steps forward, with a hint of worry on her face.
Although they had known each other for a very short time, Mingyue had a good impression of Feng Mian. Besides, he might be the one who could relieve her worries, so she naturally worried about his safety.
Everyone in the room was stunned.
Someone asked in panic: "Mian Lao? What happened?"
"It's just fortune-telling, why do I feel like I've been hit hard? Why is it so serious?"
Someone took two steps back and lowered his voice: "Could this be a backlash?"
"To be able to injure Master Mian like this, it seems that the power that destroyed the clan is really powerful." "Yes, if anything happens to Master Mian, then Dengtianmen will be..."
In just a moment, the meeting room became distracted, and everyone's attention shifted from the tragic case of the massacre to the importance of Feng Mian to Dengtianmen.
Qing Yu's face turned pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. His hands holding his uncle's were shaking uncontrollably, and he screamed hoarsely: "Uncle, what's wrong with you? You are the guardian of Dengtianmen, you must not get into any trouble, otherwise Master will definitely kill me, Uncle..."
The old woman who was originally sitting in the upper seat squeezed over with a cane. Her face was pale, and her eyes and eyebrows revealed a serious and solemn look.
After just one glance at Feng Mian, the old woman's eyes suddenly contracted violently and she bit her lips involuntarily.
Mingyue looked at the old woman's hand holding the cane with sharp eyes. She couldn't help trembling, as if she was extremely afraid of something.
When the others saw the old woman coming, they couldn't help but show a bit of respect on their faces.
Qing Yu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and couldn't help asking, "Elder Song, what happened to my uncle?"
The veins on the old woman's hand that was holding the cane bulged, but finally she turned her gaze to the bright moon.
“Girl, you…” The old woman hesitated for a moment, and then glanced at Feng Mian. She seemed to have finally made up her mind and gritted her teeth and said, “Girl, please save Brother Feng. As long as you are willing to lend a hand, I am willing to repay you with all I have learned in my life.”
Everyone in the conference room looked at Mingyue, probably not understanding why it was her.
Even Mingyue was stunned. She never expected things to turn out like this.
Moreover, "How can I save him? And what price do I need to pay?" Mingyue let all kinds of eyes focus on her and asked calmly.
Mingyue firmly believed that there was no free lunch in this world, and if she could make this old woman pay the price of all she had learned throughout her life, then she would naturally have to pay a heavy price as well.
Is it worth it? That requires the old woman to lay out the chips of both sides so that she can consider it.
"Actually," the old woman was about to say something, but when she saw so many eyes in the room, she changed her mind and said, "You all should go back first. No matter what happens, wait until Brother Feng gets better."
The people here all come from various sects in the cultivation world, so naturally they are not truly united.
Originally, they wanted to know what happened to Feng Mian, how the "savior" could save people, and what Feng Mian had calculated.
But now that the old woman was driving them away, they really had no reason to stay. After all, the old woman's identity was really extraordinary. She was the elder of the Qihuang Sect, with superb medical skills. She had lived for hundreds of years and was someone that no one wanted to offend.
As the people in the conference room left, even old man Qingyu was sent away, leaving only Mingyue, Fengmian and the old woman. The old woman's face finally showed deep sadness.
"In fact, these things should have been kept secret, but you are an exception. Since Brother Feng brought you back, these things should no longer be hidden from you. The story has to start from more than three thousand years ago..."
More than three thousand years ago, this world was still a world of cultivation. There was spiritual energy between heaven and earth for people to cultivate. As long as people cultivated to a certain level, they could ascend to another world.
But since when, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth has become increasingly thinner, and it has become increasingly difficult for people to practice. What's more terrifying is that even if you reach a certain level, you can no longer ascend.
It was as if the connection between this world and other realms was blocked, or forcibly closed, and humans could no longer ascend. There were more and more ordinary people and fewer and fewer people who practiced cultivation, and the world of cultivation declined.
At that time, many leaders of major sects were unwilling to give in, so they moved their sects to the wilderness, hoping to wait for the spiritual energy to revive and make a comeback in the future.
However, the spiritual energy in the world is becoming less and less, and gradually people no longer know how to cultivate to become immortals. Instead, they regard this as a legend.
From then on, the world of cultivation and the secular world were completely separated. Except for some important figures and special families, no one else knew about the existence of the world of cultivation and cultivators.
(End of this chapter)