As Yuan Tiangang looked at Yang Fan's face again, he looked confused, even a little shocked, his face turned pale, and he quickly looked away.
This made Yang Fan's heart beat. After all, he was an outsider and he didn't want to be discovered.
I saw Yuan Tiangang hesitate for a long time before he said: "Uncle Zhongyi has a strange skeleton and towering mountain roots. He is originally a noble person. However, the mist between his eyebrows is misty, his divine attribute is uncertain, his hall is dark, and he is short-lived." , I shouldn’t be able to survive the beginning of this year..."
Before Yuan Tiangang finished speaking, Wu Meiniang exclaimed: "Taoist Priest, you said Mr. Lang..."
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Yuan Tiangang waved his hand, as if he had figured something out, and his frown completely relaxed, and he said: "Noble man, please be patient, but after listening to what the old man said, Uncle Zhongyi is in trouble this year. It was a certain number, but the old Taoist looked at his complexion, and now it is clear and full of vitality. The fog that originally lingered between his eyebrows gradually disappeared. The Yintang was surrounded by purple air, and the scenery was bright and bright. The fate of the fate actually disappeared. It can be seen that Man's calculation is not as good as God's, fate has its own destiny, and loyal and righteous Boji people have their own destiny."
The old Taoist dares to assert that Uncle Zhongyi has the appearance of "Purple air comes from the east, phoenixes fly, and snow melts and frozen soil contains wealth." I think the change in the little lady's fate has something to do with Uncle Zhongyi.
When Wu Meiniang heard this, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. She was overjoyed and thanked her: "Thank you so much for the good words from the Immortal Master. The Immortal Master personally approved the order. The little girl is relieved of this calculation."
"Purple air comes from the east and phoenixes fly, and the snow melts and the frozen soil contains wealth." This can mean that her husband is a saint, and she believes that Yuan Tiangang does not dare to speak nonsense.
From ancient times to the present, the only person in the world who can use this sentence as a metaphor is Taishang Laojun. This is a more noble destiny than an emperor.
Yuan Tiangang took a sip of tea and continued: "The principles of fate are as mysterious as they are mysterious. You may believe it or not believe it, but you don't have it. There is no absolute. Uncle Zhongyi has a noble destiny, and even the old Taoist can't see it clearly. Uncle Zhongyi is kind to the Taoist sect. If Zhongyi If you need it, you can let the old Taoist and Chunfeng nephew use Taoist secrets to help you deduce it again?"
Yuan Tiangang said it lightly, but Yang Fan next to him was completely stunned. He rarely believed in the theory of fate. Although he had traveled through time, he believed more that man could conquer nature and that he could change his destiny through his own efforts.
But now, according to Yuan Tiangang's words, he was supposed to be finished this year, but now because his fate has changed, the ending will naturally be completely different.
It should be impossible for Yuan Tiangang to know that he has become another person. Yang Fan of the Tang Dynasty did indeed die this year, which led him to occupy the magpie's nest.
Could it be that physiognomy in the world is really so powerful? This is so amazing and unbelievable that my hair suddenly stood up.
Although Wu Meiniang was still immersed in joy, Yang Fan was so scared that his soul almost flew up.
He quickly stood up and picked up Helan Minyue, said goodbye in a hurry, took Wu Meiniang and ran away. She no longer had the clear wind and clouds she had when she was bragging and preaching, so she dared to let them count again.
Li Chunfeng on the side wanted to ask for the reason, but he saw Yuan Tiangang gently shaking his head towards him, and Yang Fan disappeared into the Taoist temple after a while.
After Yang Fan left, Li Chunfeng couldn't help being surprised, and then asked Yuan Tiangang: "Uncle Master, although Chunfeng is not as good at criticizing orders as Uncle Master, judging from the roots and people of Uncle Zhongyi, he represents two kinds of people. Chunfeng has never seen completely different faces appearing in the same person at the same time. Now that Uncle Zhongyi is kind to the Taoist sect, why doesn't Uncle Master stop him and let me and Uncle Master make another deduction for him?"
Yuan Tiangang looked away from Yang Fan's disappearing back and said calmly: "Although Chunfeng is good at deduction, he probably doesn't know much about the 'qi' technique of numerology..."
In the life grid, there are five types of qi, namely purple qi, yellow qi, green qi, turbid qi and death qi.
Green Qi is the complexion of normal people, while yellow Qi is the appearance of human emperors. Except for saints and gods, numerology has never recorded any mortal who can be blessed with purple Qi.
Although the purple energy in Zhongyi Bo Ming's cell is still very weak, it is like a dead tree that is full of vitality and has even become substantial. If it does not die young on the way, it is not impossible to reach the sanctity of the ancient times.
There is also the little lady next to him. The old man has seen her face before. Although this woman has yellow energy, she has a bad fate. In just a few months, she has already been affected by Zhongyi Bo's purple energy. Even she Ming Ge's complexion also turned purple-gold.
According to historical records, except for the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors in ancient times who had a purple-gold color, the later emperors had a golden color at most...
After hearing this, Li Chunfeng looked horrified and said in disbelief: "Uncle Master means that the young lady might..."
He didn't dare to say the next words, so he pointed to the sky.
Yuan Tiangang smiled bitterly and nodded: "If he is allowed to grow, that position can be easily obtained..."
Li Chunfeng exclaimed: "If there is a change of dynasty, wouldn't it be a disaster for all living beings? We must report it to His Majesty immediately."
Looking at Li Chunfeng who looked helpless and crazy, Yuan Tiangang slapped him away.
Covering his face in confusion, Li Chunfeng looked at his uncle in shock. He couldn't understand why he wanted to hit him, but he calmed down.
Yuan Tiangang glanced at Li Chunfeng and asked: "Chunfeng, what do you think of the merits of the Three Sovereigns and the Five Emperors?"
Li Chunfeng quickly replied: "The Three Sovereigns and the Five Emperors are naturally higher than the sky and comparable to the divine."
Yuan Tiangang stroked his long white beard under his chin and laughed loudly: "Then why did Chunfeng go against the will of heaven? Since the Holy Emperor descended from heaven, it is naturally determined by heaven, so why should we interfere."
Li Chunfeng hesitated for a while and then said: "But this is a young lady. If she ascends to a high position, wouldn't it be unethical?"
Yuan Tiangang explained: "As the saying goes, the throne is given by heaven. If she really has this destiny, we are just following the destiny. Besides, Uncle Zhongyi is surrounded by purple energy. He should be a divine person. As long as he is around, that little lady can't change the world. , not to mention that Uncle Zhongyi has a deep relationship, so we should be on good terms."
Although what Yuan Tiangang said made sense, Li Chunfeng was still worried, but he did not report it to the court.
He sat down to practice with some hesitation, but finally Li Chunfeng gritted his teeth and decided to deduce it.
I saw him walking around according to the rules of Bagua, muttering words in his mouth, his eyes shining like stars, a purple light flashed before his eyes, and he fell into chaos.
Li Chunfeng screamed, and blood spurted out from his mouth. He instantly became about ten years older, and his whole body became miserable. He no longer had the demeanor of an immortal master before.
Hearing this sound, Yuan Tiangang knew of course that it was caused by Li Chunfeng's forced deduction of backlash, and couldn't help but secretly sigh.
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Pulling Wu Meiniang along, she trotted all the way to Xuantian Temple to offer incense. When she saw guests coming and going while offering incense, she calmed down a bit.
I wonder if Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng can see that their brother is a fake?
If they find out, will these two bull-nosed people want to conquer demons and do justice for heaven?
My heart was in mid-air with shock, and I thought wildly for a while. I didn't see them chasing me, so I felt relieved.
It's no wonder that Yang Fan is so nervous, let alone atheistic. Isn't what he experienced the legendary resurrection of a corpse?
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After experiencing such incredible things, if you can still insist on believing that there are no ghosts and gods in the world, then you are really crazy.
He could travel through more than a thousand years of time and possess a person from the Tang Dynasty. How could he know that no one else would bend over to another person after death? Or are there reincarnations of some enlightened people?
"Mr. Lang, what happened to make you so anxious?" Wu Meiniang looked at Yang Fan, who was a little weird, and asked breathlessly.
Of course, Yang Fan couldn't say what he was thinking, and his secret could only be carried into the coffin. If Yuan Tiangang and the others really saw something, they would have to come to cover it up!
But looking at Wu Meiniang's pretty face that turned red from running was so tempting that Yang Fan couldn't help but move his index finger. Wu Meiniang felt sweet and shy at the same time.
After all, his little hand was still being held, and people were coming and going here. Although the Tang Dynasty was relatively open, there was very little physical contact outside, and his pretty face was suddenly as shy as a flower.
This alluring look made Yang Fan swallow his saliva, and when he was about to make a move, a voice came.
"Uncle Zhongyi, I didn't expect to see you here. Are you also here to offer incense?"
Turning around, he saw that Li Ke was holding a little girl about three years old with his left hand, and there were two other people walking alongside him.
One person looked a bit girly, and one could tell at a glance that he was a woman disguised as a man. The other person was a young lady of seven or eight years old, followed by more than a dozen guards.
Several people were standing not far from Yang Fan, looking at him curiously. It was Li Ke who spoke.
