The monk Liaochen didn't mind Zhang Ping's questioning, and continued, "The old man is an outsider and should not interfere in the affairs of the red dust. However, the evil spirits are chaotic and steal the country's luck, causing the natural disasters to multiply, and even this earthquake. The people of the world are greedy because of evildoers, and they don't know how many lives they have lost. What evildoers steal is not only the luck of a country, but also the luck of the common people. The little friend has learned some profound arts, so he should be able to understand."
Wei Ci was frightened by the dust several times, and now his mind is clearer.
"Who is that monster?"
Lichen shook his head and said, "I don't know. This monster is extremely cunning, and I still don't know the true face of the other party."
Wei Ci said in amazement, "How dare this monster dare to do this..."
He has learned the mysterious arts, and naturally he also knows a few other ways, stealing and transferring luck are all sorcery, and almost no one has a good end.
Stealing a little bit can kill the whole family, but...
Wei Ci closed his eyes and carefully recalled the successive disasters in Dongqing over the past few years. Compared with the previous life, there were at least 30% more. In addition to this huge earthquake, he couldn't imagine how much the Dongqing National Games had been stolen. How much luck has been stolen from the common people.
It is incredible to steal so much and still be alive.
Dongqing's temperament is almost true, but he can still survive for seven or eight years, but looking at the current situation, I am afraid that he will not be able to hold on for two or three years.
To check the ability of a country's luck, those who are not powerful cannot do it.
The old monk in front of him is afraid that he is a real master.
"Actually, Lao Na noticed it more than ten years ago. At that time, the weakening speed of Dongqing's national fortunes accelerated, and the air fortunes became thinner."
The country will perish, either today or tomorrow, and Luochen doesn't care about this at all.
People outside the party have always disliked meddling in worldly affairs, and they have been indebted to karma for nothing.
However, the evildoer who stole it has sinister intentions. When Monk Chen made up his mind to catch it, he found that the evildoer was going so strangely that there was no trace at all. The other party stole a circle in Dongqing and lost a mess, but instead made innocent people bear the consequences.
"Even with the master's cultivation, he can't catch that evil spirit?"
Wei Ci frowned, worried.
"There's nothing I can do." Monk Lu Chen shook his head helplessly, "but it was this earthquake that made Lao Na discover some clues. The fate of the next Ziwei Emperor Star was also stolen a little, but what Emperor Star did They are all in accordance with the will of God, and they should have grown…”
Wei Ci's face suddenly turned pale, and she understood who the Ziwei Emperor Star was in Chen's mouth.
According to what he said, could it be that the demon was eyeing her
Although Emperor Ziwei's Qi was only a mysterious and mysterious thing, Wei Ci knew that sometimes it would be fatal to lack it.
Take a chestnut, having the advantages of a favorable location and people, but lacking the key "time of the day", what a fucking feeling is that
Luck is sometimes part of strength.
Wei Ci knew that that person had the ability and good temperament and means, but if he suffered a disastrous defeat because his luck was weaker than others, he would have lost too much.
"What does the master mean... That evil spirit is now lurking around Lanting?"
"Well, the old man realized this, so he hurried north, wanting to tell Liu Langjun to be careful. It's just..." Lichen smiled bitterly, "It's just that Langjun is full of evil spirits, not to mention evil spirits, even if it is a life-threatening ghost. I’m here, I’m afraid I’m going to turn around and run away.”
Monk Liaochen found that Jiang Pengji's emperor qi had inexplicably decreased, and then rose steadily after a period of time.
He worked hard to calculate once, and found that this person's fate was several times more ferocious than that of the former Prime Minister Huangfu.
That evil spirit is really staring at her, I'm afraid it won't be good.
Speaking of which... The fate of the young man in front of him seems to be the same as that of the Prime Minister Huangfu
It is no wonder that this person has a relationship with Liu Langjun.
Fight against evil, make a pair.
Harm each other and save the common people.
Amitabha!
Goodness goodness!
The monk Liaochen chanted a Buddha's name in his heart, showing a look of compassion and compassion on the surface, as if there was a Buddha's light behind him.
"So, Lao Na is ready to go back."
Everyone is fine, why bother to go to the earthquake-stricken area
Wei Ci was speechless.
"Passing through this place, I found that a phoenix was about to fall and the breath was dying. I knew it was a little friend, so I came to visit."
After monk Liaochen finished speaking, he silently looked at Wei Ci.
If this person dies, the real dragon will only be left alone. Even if he can start a country without inheriting it, it is equivalent to ruining a dynasty.
Indulging this person's stagnation in his heart is equivalent to saving his life, indirectly hanging on the fate of a country but not sticking to the cause and effect.
Delicious.
For a master of the realm like the monk Chen, there is nothing more attractive than merit.
Wei Ci was introverted from the beginning, but when monk Liaochen said so, her cheeks were red and bright, not because of fever, but because of shame.
At this moment, he was really glad that he was seriously ill, otherwise he would be embarrassed.
Chen Chen said, "Ziwei Emperor Star is fine, and the little friend should also take care of his illness, don't think too much."
"Thank you, Master."
It was as if a boulder had been unloaded, and Wei Ci felt her whole body lightened a bit.
Seeing that he was still tired between his brows, the monk Liaochen made a gesture to leave, and Zhang Ping got up to say goodbye. His expression was extremely tangled along the way.
The monk Liaochen thanked the farmer for the two pancakes and the filled water bag, and took the hat and wooden staff from the little novice monk.
"Farewell to the donor." Monk Lu Chen was about to leave.
"Wait, Master—" Zhang Ping stopped him and asked hesitantly, "Zixiao... Is he Feng Ming?"
Since ancient times, has there ever been a man behind
Master Liaochen said, "Feng is a male bird."
So, Feng Ming is fine.
Zhang Ping's expression became more and more tangled, but he still didn't get to the bottom of it. Instead, he went back to take care of the patient full of worries.
When Zhang Ping was far away, the little novice looked up suspiciously and asked, "Abbot, why is that donor so worried?"
Liaochen said solemnly, "It's all because, it's rare and strange."
The little novice seems to understand but does not understand.
After the dust, he said again, "In the future, you will travel all over the mountains and rivers with your feet, and you will be used to seeing the misery of the world with your eyes, and you will naturally see it."
Zhang Ping felt that the three views had been severely reshaped. A few days later, Wei Ci had receded from his sickness, but he was about to struggle with something wrong.
In addition, Jiang Pengji led the people to Xiangyang County, and encountered many mobs along the way, but how can the unorganized and undisciplined mobs be compared with the well-equipped banned army and the strong and strong warriors who can fight well
With nearly 20,000 people, the traveling speed is naturally not fast, and Jiang Pengji is not in a hurry. He walks during the day, rests three meals on time, and camps on the spot at night when it is dark. Even the elderly and children can easily keep up with the team. None of the people were left behind.
It was another night of camping, and the part that was sent to Xiangyang County to take the lead a while ago came back in a state of confusion.
When Jiang Pengji heard the news, she hurriedly asked people to come over and report back.
When she heard it, she almost fried the pot.
"What?" Jiang Pengji's voice suddenly increased, "Which gangster do you think has occupied Lao Tzu's Xiangyang County?"
Facing the furious Jiang Pengji, Bu Qu answered tremblingly, "Yes, it's a Tsing Yi army! Gather nearly ten thousand mobs!"