Taoist temple halfway up the mountain.
Tianji Pavilion.
Large flakes of snow like broken jade fell all over the mountaintops.
The Taoist temple halfway up the mountain is different from the immortal sect, because the people in the Taoist temple practice Taoism, not immortality.
Even so, no one dares to underestimate the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain.
First, he has Fu Ce, a genius in both swordsmanship and Taoism, and second, he has many disciples, so he is quite promising.
Moreover, Taoist practitioners are good at the four methods of cultivating immortals, namely talismans, formations, Bagua, and alchemy, so ordinary immortal practitioners are not willing to offend Taoist practitioners.
"Senior Brother has been kneeling outside for five days...without a drop of water."
"Master used to treat Senior Brother Fu Ce like the apple of his eye. How could he be so cruel as to ignore him?"
The young disciple in the Taoist robe hushed quietly, "It's not that Master wants to punish me, it's that I want to open my divine eyes, but Master doesn't agree, so I've been kneeling until now..."
Another disciple's eyes widened. "But once Dao Xiu opens the Eye of Heaven, once Heavenly Dao notices that someone is being spied on, they will kill the person spying on them... Why did Senior Brother Fu Ce suddenly lose his mind?"
The two looked at each other and kept their mouths shut.
The thin man in white had a pale face, but it still couldn't hide his handsome appearance.
"Fu Ce, come in."
An old voice came from the sound-transmitting jade.
Fu Ce's dark and unfathomable pupils moved slightly, and after a few seconds, his cold and stiff fingertips curled up gently.
He stood up and walked forward silently, pushing open the old, peeling wooden door.
An old man with white hair and an immortal look has his hands behind his back.
It seemed as if he was about to ascend to heaven.
Fu Ce bowed his head respectfully.
"Why did you suddenly think of the Eye of Heaven?" the old man sighed.
"The disciple wishes to peek into someone's fate."
Fu Ce vaguely realized that after Ban Shuxin's death, there would be even more serious disasters.
The little girl couldn't bear it.
She has obviously suffered so much.
Heaven treats her unfairly——
He would seek justice for her from heaven.
"For cultivators, the most serious hazard is falling into demonic possession. But for Daoists, the Eye of Heaven's Secret is far more terrifying than falling into demonic possession. Do you know why?"
Fu Ce paused, "If anyone tries to spy on the secrets of Heaven and is discovered by Heaven, their spirit and six souls will be strangled, and their body and spirit will be destroyed."
How perceptive is the way of heaven.
The old man nodded. "Let's not even talk about the pain of opening the Eye of Heaven. Just being targeted by the Heavenly Dao alone spells your doom. I've had high hopes for you since you were young. Only by being ruthless and loveless can one go far in the Dao... If that demonic fox disturbs your Daoist heart, I will have no choice but to personally come out of seclusion to eliminate this evil for the people."
A hint of murderous intent flashed in the old man's eyes.
"Master."
Fu Ce's tone turned cold: "You can't touch her."
The old man snorted coldly: "I can leave that demon fox alone, but you are not allowed to be with her."
“…”
Fu Ce was silent.
The old man said fiercely, "You swear."
Fu Ce was still in an icy cellar, his whole body shivering with cold. He spoke with difficulty, "Heavenly Eye, I want to know her fate."
Zang Shan stared at him intently: "You must not open your eyes!"
Seeing his stubbornness, Zang Shan seemed to have aged a dozen years in an instant. He hunched his back and pushed open the secret door behind him, "Just follow me."
Fu Ce pursed his lips and followed him in.
The darkroom was simple, with a few luminous pearls placed around for lighting.
Fu Ce looked around and saw nine extremely ferocious ancient formations here.
Zang Shan carefully opened a jade box, revealing a water mirror. "This mirror is psychic and can predict the future... Take a drop of your heart's blood and place it into the mirror, and you will see everything you want to see. But it can only be used once."
The spirit of the future.
How terrible.
Fu Ce did not hesitate. He condensed his palm into an ice sword and slowly pierced into his heart.
The golden blood from my heart slowly dripped onto the mirror.
The water mirror shines brightly.
At the same time, Pan Shu covered her stuffy heart and frowned, "Qiqi, what's going on?"
"Host, Fu Ce is spying on your fate."
Pan Shu took a sip of tea slowly, the bitter and fragrant taste spreading in her mouth, "Is it mine or this body's?"
"The host's fate in this plane."
This sentence of the system is quite interesting.
In other words, the fate that Fu Ce saw was neither that of the original body nor that of Pan Shu herself.
But in this world.
Banshu's fate.
"Let him be." Pan Shu curled her lips and smiled softly with ambiguous meaning.
…
On a cold snowy night, under the moonlight.
The temperature in the room gradually rose.
It is so hot that it makes the heart feel like a wasteland with no grass growing.
The man with a cold and handsome face was naked, and his slender and delicate jade-white hands kept wandering over the body of the stunningly beautiful and charming woman in front of him.
Sinking into the deep sea of lust.
Like a monk possessed by a demon.
The two jade waves were really annoying, so the man simply grabbed them roughly.
The woman hummed coquettishly.
"Shushu..."
The man's voice was low and hoarse, and contained some sexy and charming sounds of water.
Fu Ce closed his eyes, and thus missed Ban Shu's slow, half-smiled glance at him.
The sky brightened.
This ridiculous affair finally ended.
There is no way to know who was confused and moved.
Fu Ce opened his cold eyes and found that he was already sweating profusely and his eyes were red.
Breathing heavily.
The water mirror fell from his hand to the ground with a "swish".
This predictive treasure that was once coveted by the world retired gloriously after a live sex show.
Besides being forced to watch a live sex show between himself and that vixen.
Fu Ce didn't get any information.
He sighed helplessly.
It turns out that the gears of fate had already started turning at some point.
He and she were entangled in cause and effect.
Who will repay whom and who owes whom?
Coming out of the dark room, Zang Shan frowned and looked at Fu Ce's slightly messy hair, "What did you see?"
Fu Ce's earlobe was stained crimson.
He was silent for a long while, then spoke slowly, "If Master still wants to touch her, all the people in this world, this so-called path to immortality, I, your disciples, will kill them all."
Fu Ce always keeps his word.
Zang Shan's mind was in a state of panic, and he thought to himself that the demon fox had influenced Fu Ce to such an extent...
Fu Ce was his most proud disciple.
He would never allow Fu Ce to be distracted by anything other than monasticism!
Zang Shan forced a gentle expression of agreement on his face, but his cloudy, triangular eyes kept flashing with an unpleasant glint. "Master, of course, will not take the initiative to harm that demon fox."
Fu Ce didn't care whether he was sincere or not.
He glanced at Zang Shan lightly and said, "That's better."
He only remembered the kindness of Zangshan in raising and teaching him.
But if it involves Pan Shu, it’s a different matter.
After saying this, he flew down the mountain on his sword. The white snow brushed against his still warm ears, and the heat in the water mirror was cooled down a little by the wind and snow.
I don't know why.
A voice in his heart urged him urgently to see her, immediately.
After pushing open the door to the small courtyard, the smile on Fu Ce's lips froze.
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