Xu Zhuohua felt as if someone was choking her, making it impossible for her to breathe. She stared at Master Yunxu in shock.

Master Yunxu flicked his whisk from his arm. "I've been waiting for you in Xinhai City for a long time."

Xu Zhuohua calmed himself down and slowly walked to the prayer mat in front of Daoist Yunxu. His legs went weak and he collapsed to his knees.

"Master Yunxu, how...how did you know..."

How did they know she was a time traveler? Are there people in this world who can predict the future?

"Do you know you don't belong to this era?" Master Yunxu interrupted.

Xu Zhuohua braced himself on the ground with both hands, his breathing becoming erratic for several beats.

"I have been wandering the world for more than 30 years. I happened to pass by Baoci Town in Dongzhou and casually cast a divination, which revealed some extraordinary things."

Xu Zhuohua was having difficulty breathing and could barely speak a complete sentence. He listened to Master Yunxu speak for a long time.

When the nation's fortunes collapsed, Master Yunxu was ordered to travel the world. When he passed through Dongzhou, Xu Shinong pulled Master Yunxu aside and gave a divination to Xu Minghua, who was still an infant at the time.

Normally, Master Yunxu doesn't easily perform divination, but for some reason, he suddenly decided to do so that day.

The resulting divination was unusually mystical.

Startled, Master Yunxu broke the divination stick in his hand in two.

Cheng Muyun and Chen Hede, who were supposed to influence the nation's future, lacked the bond that connected them.

Without the help of Chen Hede and Cheng Muyun, Xiao Wuxin's revolutionary path would have been extremely difficult.

Xu Minghua, who should have borne this fate, did not.

Master Yunxu had no choice but to trick Xu Shinong into adopting a girl with the same birth date and time as him, so that she could serve as a link between them.

As for atonement, it was a plan devised by Daoist Yunxu after his calculations, for Cheng Muyun and Xu Zhuohua's reunion many years later.

After deceiving Xu Shinong, Master Yunxu performed a ritual called "life-changing" after Xu Zhuohua was brought to the Xu family.

It wasn't Xu Zhuohua and Xu Minghua's lives that were exchanged, but rather Xu Zhuohua in the Republic of China era and Xu Zhuohua a century later.

Xu Zhuohua's encounters with Cheng Muyun, Liang Shaozun, Chen Hede, and Xiao Wuxin were not coincidences, but rather fate pushing her forward.

If it weren't for Xu Zhuohua's influence, Chen Hede wouldn't have been able to successfully take revenge, and he might not have been able to join the organization normally.

To make up for the absence of Liang Shaozun, history created another Liang Shaozun after his death.

Chen Hede changed his mind and devoted himself to the communist cause because Xu Zhuohua participated in the march.

Without Xu Zhuohua, Cheng Muyun would not have supported Xiao Wuxin; he was also attracted to join by Xu Zhuohua.

The fact that the Xu family's eastbound and southbound routes became Cheng Muyun's arms smuggling transportation channels was also due to Xu Zhuohua's connections.

These people's fates were originally unrelated, but they were all connected by Xu Zhuohua.

Xu Zhuohua sat on the futon, her mind in turmoil, unable to believe what Master Yunxu had said.

"Will my sudden death a hundred years from now have anything to do with your religious ceremony?"

Master Yunxu shook the whisk in his hand. "It doesn't matter. Your death was destined. You were brought to this era because you were very suitable."

Why is it suitable?

“You are a member of the Xu family, and you have studied Cheng Muyun for many years. You are a sincere patriot and will not go astray in this era. You are the most suitable person to guide Xiao Wuxin, Cheng Muyun and Chen Hede. You are truly the chosen one.”

Xu Zhuohua guessed half right. She did have a mission, but it wasn't to push Cheng Muyun into a fire pit; rather, it was to guide Xiao Wuxin.

Indeed, she was born in the spring breeze and grew up in the red forest. She is righteous and passionate, studies history, and likes Cheng Muyun. She is the chosen one!

But was this fate a blessing or a curse for her?

Xu Zhuohua felt as if a huge stone was pressing on her heart, making it hard to breathe. She thought history was history and could not be changed, but she never thought that she was the one who wrote the fate of these people.

"Now that everything is running smoothly, does that mean I'm useless?"

Therefore, Xu Zhuohua was worried that she might die in the fire that summer.

Master Yunxu frowned slightly. "I'm sorry."

Xu Zhuohua felt as if all her strength had been suddenly drained away, tears streaming down her cheeks as she nearly collapsed.

"So I'll die in the fire, right?"

Just throw it away after you're done using it?

Master Yunxu shook his head. “I’m sorry to have dragged you into this. For the past eighteen years, I have never let this matter go and have always wanted to do something for you. As a monk who has left the secular world, I have failed miserably.”

Xu Zhuohua looked at Daoist Yunxu with a puzzled expression.

"Actually, according to your fate, you should have died at the hands of the Japanese long ago."

After accidentally killing Miyata Taketaro, Xu Zhuohua and Cheng Muyun were chased by the Japanese. If Cheng Muyun hadn't taken a bullet for her, Xu Zhuohua would have died then and there.

So, the wife of Cheng Muyun who was burned to death in the future wasn't her? Was it Luo Yunqiao?

"But Cheng Muyun took a bullet for me, and I didn't die. Wouldn't that make history go wrong?"

“You were originally here to correct the existence of history,” said Master Yunxu, stroking his beard.

Xu Zhuohua was completely confused by what Master Yunxu said. "I want to know, am I going to die in the fire six months from now?"

Master Yunxu said, "You can die, or you can live."

"What?" Xu Zhuohua asked in confusion.

Master Yunxu stroked his beard, then looked at Xu Zhuohua with clear eyes, "If you are Cheng Muyun's wife, you will surely die. If you give up this identity, you can live. As I said, I want to do something for you."

Xu Zhuohua looked at the weathered face of Daoist Yunxu. She knew that Taoism had a path of killing, and during the War of Resistance against Japan, many Daoists left the priesthood and entered the path of killing.

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