The gatekeeper statue looked at the blurry figure in front of it, whose body was hidden in the dim mist. No matter what means were used to detect it, its true body could not be sensed.
Avatar? Incarnation?
"Who is coming?" The gatekeeper statue knew where the other party came from, but still wanted to ask.
Nothing else, just kill this guy's arrogance
"Fate."
"Which sect are you from? What are you doing here?"
"The ancient Taoist gods and people are destined to come here to pay homage to the Holy King Yuan."
"I will report it right away. Please wait here."
This wait lasted for half an hour. The heavy city gate slowly opened, and a huge ancient city came into view. Mingsu walked in the ancient city and saw many empty temples, only empty shells remained.
When the law does not exist, the true meaning disappears.
This is the end of failing to achieve enlightenment. The temple where you spent so much effort was destroyed, leaving only an empty shell.
Mingsu stepped into the pitch-black Samsara Hall. The walls and floor were made of rough black stone. There were no exquisite carvings or murals, just a mysterious and simple ink color.
A giant wearing a black robe, a flat crown on his head, eight feet tall, and with an aura that could swallow mountains and rivers, sat in the center.
Yuan, the Holy King of Reincarnation.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if looking down and examining me.
Mingsu bowed slightly and said, "Sage King Yuan, I'd like to tell your fortune. Are you interested?"
"Speak." Yuan uttered a word lightly, his majestic face still showing no sadness or joy.
But for some reason, an invisible pressure arose like a mountain, difficult to suppress.
"Water that comes out of the ground but does not flow is called deep water. When water comes out, it is called a source; when water runs out, it is called a cave."
The people who were telling the hexagrams about fate were interested, and the listeners were also attentive. The atmosphere changed subtly, and the pressure like a mountain seemed to be turning into a volcano. Every wisp of air carried "miasma" that made it difficult to breathe.
Yuan suddenly felt something in his heart, an indescribable enlightenment arose, just a vague intuition.
The first half of this fortune-telling is true, and the second half is not false.
The former is the origin of his name, the homeward path of all living things in the world, where water flows in but cannot exit, and this is the current Wangchuan.
The names of birds and beasts are just names, but the names of the ancient sage kings are rules, which are real things that exist.
What really concerned him was the second half. If his fate was certain to determine his own death, Yuan would not be interested. There is no such thing as a predetermined death in the world. The so-called destiny is nothing but the powerlessness of the person involved.
Moreover, even if one is powerless, there is still a glimmer of hope. For example, a stronger and more powerful person may come down from the sky and help out of kindness.
If it is not false, then it is possible.
In line with the basic principles of divination, nothing is absolute.
Yuan asked: "What is the origin of water, and what is the end of water?"
Seeing the other party asking, Mingsu's voice became more cheerful. If he had facial features, he might have smiled a little.
"The place where water comes out is the source. Now that the world is just beginning, this Taoist temple is beneficial to the most important vein of Wangchuan River and plays a certain role in regulating yin and yang. You should have done it on purpose, hoping to achieve enlightenment through merit."
Wangchuan Ancient City is not just a city, it is a powerful dojo, which has the ability to operate Wangchuan. In addition, the world is just beginning, yin and yang are not yet determined, and the laws are unclear. Yuan's actions are all meritorious.
It is not difficult to guess his purpose, which is to seize a chance to gain a foothold in achieving enlightenment while the Way of Heaven is still unclear.
"This is a very safe and wise strategy. If you advance, you can achieve enlightenment. If you retreat, you can gather merits and build a golden body to avoid the catastrophe."
Fate is just like the fortune teller in people's impression, as if he knows everything, and Yuan feels the cause and effect becoming more and more obvious.
The person in front of him was using some means to tell his fortune. What puzzled him was that his method of guarding against such means was not working.
Yuan didn't say anything, nor did he seem panicked or scared. He just looked at him quietly.
What is the purpose of a giant as small as an ant?
Mingsu paused for a moment, then changed the subject and said, "If all the water turns into a cave, you may fail, or there is a high probability that you will fail. Caves are used to bury the dead. As the world recovers, you will find it more and more difficult. Do you think your own practice can measure the billions of years of Wangchuan?"
The Forgotten River today is only a small section of its peak period, just like other small worlds. Just because Yuan can control it now doesn't mean he can control it in the future.
This is not the Forgotten River that he created, but a way home for all living beings that has flowed for billions of years.
"However, there are fifty great ways, forty-nine of which are derived from heaven, and only one is hidden by man..."
Before he finished speaking, a dark shadow suddenly enveloped him, and a hand reached out and gently slapped him. In an instant, there was no place to retreat in the four directions, and the extreme yin turned into yang, burning the void and shaking.
Mingsu tried his best to resist, but his body melted instantly like butter meeting a hot knife under this light palm.
In the end he only heard one sentence.
"That makes sense, but I don't like it."
What he said made sense, and it did serve as a slight reminder to him, but he didn't like it.
So kill him.
Another day passed, and fate came again. This time he was more cautious. Then he was trampled to death because he was "too close" and stood one step further than before.
Mingsuo wanted to curse, but he had no other choice.
Another day.
Mingsuo came back again, bowed and said:
"Greetings, Saint King Yuan. I am not here to be your enemy, but to seek mutual benefit."
Yuan said calmly: "Why do you bend over so much? Are you dissatisfied?"
"...Wait, the Heavenly Dao will not return reincarnation to you just by virtue, because this involves the foundation of heaven and earth. Even a powerful ancestor dragon would find it difficult to maintain his true spirit, unless you are willing to reincarnate. There is a way to fight for a glimmer of hope, and that is to deceive heaven!"
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