The masked man stepped aside and looked at him coldly.
Jiang Sheng raised his hand to mobilize the energy, and covered the stone directly, watching the stone light up, red, orange, and yellow soaring at an astonishing speed.
Everyone was nervous as they watched this scene. They watched the blue light light up with horror in their eyes. If this continued, they would become Saint-level Venerables.
The higher it went, the slower it became. After passing the purple color, it began to emit little white light and continued to climb.
Jiang Sheng was distractedly observing their expressions and realized something was wrong. He tried to pull his hand back, but it was as if his hand was stuck to the stone and he couldn't pull it free.
He turned his head to look at the masked man who looked a little dazed and shouted, "Elder, I can't take my hand away."
"……What?"
Jiang Sheng raised his head and looked at the top of the stone. His intuition told him that he must not let the white light reach the end, otherwise something terrible might happen. Since he couldn't take his hands away, he might as well break the stone from the inside.
Anyway, they said it doesn't matter if it breaks, so let's give it a try and see whether the space blade is sharper or this broken stone is sharper.
Since Youying Youming is not here, who can doubt the Space Blade?
Jiang Sheng no longer hesitated when he thought of this. He mobilized the strength in his body and began to disintegrate the stone inch by inch along the inside of his palm. He could feel the slight cracking sound.
After calming down, I realized that his spatial blade seemed to be sharper, so I decided to cut it.
The crackling sound became louder and louder. The masked man stared at the stone, obviously noticing the cracks. He said in horror, "Quick, take your hand back! What are you doing?"
"Elder, I... I can't take it back. It's stuck and I can't pull it apart. Come over and help me pull it off."
The masked man walked over, and as soon as his hand touched his arm, he felt a domineering force entering his body through the contact point, causing severe pain in his arm.
He screamed subconsciously, let go of his hands and stepped back quickly.
"Great Elder, it's impossible to pull it apart."
Just when everyone was at a loss, the stone seemed unable to bear it anymore and broke into pieces and flew out. Everyone dodged in panic, and those who failed to dodge in time died directly.
When Bing saw this scene, he turned around and ran away without saying a word. He knew that wherever this person was, there would be no peace.
The sound of broken things all over the floor was like the broken hearts of the people. Many people's robes were torn, their heads were covered with dust, and they looked very miserable. Pieces of debris were still falling in the hall.
After Jiang Sheng was able to take his hand away, he quickly moved to the door, looked at Bing who was fleeing in a panic, raised his hand and pulled him over.
The two stood at the door, looking at the once majestic hall that was half destroyed, and they were silent.
The elders calmed down and looked at the broken test stone. Their minds were buzzing with confusion and they couldn't understand how this could be done.
His talent is so high that even the talent stone cannot measure it.
The noise here was so loud that it was quickly spread out. Not long after, a monk in a cassock came over with sparkling eyes.
The people were taken to another hall, where a young man in a green robe sat on a high seat. He looked at them with kindness from the front, and people would unconsciously let down their guard at the first sight.
Jiang Sheng took a look and felt that there was something wrong with this person, so he lowered his head and dared not look at him again.
Wuming's voice came: "Amitabha, I heard that the test stone was broken. The young donor is really amazing. I think his talent is too high and the test stone can't bear it."
"That's fine, just let Liaowu tell you your fortune."
"Liaowu, go and calculate his fate. If he has a very high talent, I will take you to see the Palace Master. In the future, you will naturally gain immeasurable merits by his side."
Jiang Sheng looked at the middle-aged monk in a cassock, his eyes flickered, and he was a little unsure whether he should let him tell his fortune. His expression had changed, and it would be difficult for the other party to tell his fortune just by looking at his face.
As for the birth date... I can't give it to them. Who knows what they will do? So I'll just make up a random birth date.
He took a pen and wrote down his birth date, and asked eagerly, "Master, what is my fate?"
Liao Wu counted on his fingers, frowning slightly. "...Hmm, why can't I figure it out? That's strange. Are your birth date and time correct?"
"I don't know. I'm an orphan. This is what the old beggar told me about my birth date. It might not be accurate. The master has other ways to calculate my fate."
"Yes, I will open my third eye and calculate it. However, opening the third eye will consume a little lifespan. You go stand over there."
Jiang Sheng cooperated obediently and stood not far away.
Liaowu chanted a mantra and drew a line on his forehead. As soon as his third eye opened, he saw golden light flashing all over the sky and coming straight towards him. Before he could see clearly what was happening, he let out a scream.
Blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. His body went limp and fell to the ground, and he died with his eyes open.
Everyone: “…”
Bing glanced at the people around him and silently distanced himself from them, fearing that he would be the next one to die with regrets. He would die suddenly just by opening his third eye. It was really...
Jiang Sheng looked at the monk who was lying on the ground with blood coming out of all his seven orifices and was dead. He pursed his lips and remained silent. This was not done by him, so what did the monk see when he fell to the ground?
What kind of poison is he? He will kill you just by looking at you.
When Wuming saw this scene, he stopped spinning the Buddhist beads in his hand, stood up and walked over. The compassionate expression on his face disappeared, and he squatted down to check his breath.
After a long silence, he looked at Jiang Sheng. Facing that innocent face, he didn't know what to say for a moment. After a long while, he spoke: "Judging from your talent, you are undoubtedly a Saint-level Venerable."
"Go back to the palace and rest early. Allow me to speak to the Palace Master about your subsequent arrangements. Also, don't let anyone else tell your fortune. I'm afraid there's something wrong with your destiny."
Jiang Sheng hummed: "I see, thank you."
After everyone left the palace, the masked man stood in front of the man in the green robe and whispered, "Left Protector, is there something wrong with his identity? Do you want other masters to calculate it?"
"If I don't open my third eye, I won't die suddenly again."
"...Don't touch him for now. Send someone to take good care of him. Wait until the Palace Master comes out of seclusion before making any decisions. Don't provoke him for now. If he truly has exceptional talent, perhaps he can produce two Holy Sons."
"It's the Dharma Protector."
Jiang Sheng followed Bing into a bamboo forest.
Bing stopped and looked at him, her eyes showing a complicated expression: "Your fate can predict the death of people, which is really outrageous. I'm afraid that this news will spread soon."
"You should be taking Elder Kong's seat soon. Remember to keep a distance from the other elders. Many of them may appear normal, but they are actually bloodthirsty."
"The Palace Master is in seclusion now, so you can't see him. When he comes out, if he asks you to become the Holy Son, you'd better refuse. I'm doing this for your own good."
Jiang Sheng looked at him puzzledly: "Why?"
Bing: "...There's no reason. If you want to live longer, it's best not to be a Saint Son. Although the elders have to go out to complete their missions, at least their lifespan is longer than that of the Saint Son."
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