"Everything has a destiny, and everything has a spirit. Among them, Taoists use Guizang, connect mountains, and seek fortune-telling from the Book of Changes, and set up Feng Shui bureaus to perform the changes in the sky.
The Buddha Channel determines the fate of reincarnation based on the cause and effect of the three generations. Everywhere it talks is destiny, so it is not interested in the method of fortune divination, but..." Ban Ming paused,
"However, my Daxue Mountain lineage has always retained a batch of destiny methods, which can be used to identify people, seal destiny lines, and assign destiny."
"Fate for sex?" Lin Mo was confused.
"Those who have intertwined natures have intertwined lives. Wherever they go, there are fates, which are difficult to figure out. Therefore, the Taoist sect will evolve according to the Feng Shui situation.
The Daxue Mountain lineage, on the other hand, is not so ambitious. They only seek a moment of sexual intercourse in order to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. "Old monk Ban Ming replied.
"I understand what you mean, is this batch similar to a short-term phased fortune?" Lin Mo reacted,
It immediately reminded me of my previous life when I went to a temple to seek hexagrams. The monk in the temple said that I was not allowed to touch water when I was fourteen years old. The principle should be similar.
"Luck? It can be described as such."
"Then I really want to know, since you know how to give orders, master, can you tell me what happened two days ago?" Lin Mo thought thoughtfully, then looked at Ban Ming with a half-smile.
He was referring to whether the other party had figured out the civil unrest in Daxue Mountain not long ago.
"I counted, but I didn't count either." Ban Ming nodded, shook his head, turned his hand, and a white leather booklet appeared in his skinny hand.
It must have been very old, and the snow-white skin has been turned yellow and shiny.
There are intricate and intricate markings on it.
"Twenty years ago, my master gave me his second order before he died.
Twenty years after the speech, we must guard the snow ridge, and we are not allowed to go out of Luzhou for even half a step, and we are not allowed to accept disciples.
At the same time, you must not interfere in the selection of the soul boy, otherwise there will be great disaster...
It's a pity that I didn't do it all. "Ban Ming sighed.
This is actually the real reason why the soul boy was robbed that year.
Normally, the Black Lotus Sect would not be able to rob someone if he took action, let alone the one who robbed the soul boy of Daxue Mountain.
It’s just that he managed to guard Xueling and never left Luzhou. He also managed not to accept disciples or interfere with the selection of soul boys.
However, when Black Lotus returned to the mountain, in order to balance the two forces in the mountain, he agreed to the former's entry into the mountain.
So much so that by chance, the other party succeeded him as the soul boy.
This seems to be an alternative way of interfering with it.
Sometimes he also wonders if this could be the reason for the recent disaster in the Snowy Mountains.
Lin Mo pondered for a moment, looking at Ban Ming who looked sad and regretful, the smile slowly disappeared from his face:
"I understand, then I'll trouble you, Master."
"Okay! I don't know whether the approved order is accurate or not, but I hope it can bring some help to the Buddha's head!" Monk Ban Ming laughed,
"I also hope that this can earn a little more hope for Chi County!"
After he finished speaking, without saying a word, he took out a silver prayer wheel inlaid with jade from a painted cowhide bag on his waist.
It has patterns of birds, animals, insects, fish and so on.
At the top, there are continuous snow-capped mountains.
"Give me the Buddha's hand." Ban Ming said in a deep voice with a solemn expression.
Lin Mo glanced at the prayer wheel in the opponent's hand. In his field of vision, the latter was somewhat unusual, with a unique aura lingering in it.
He pondered for a while, without hesitation, handed his hand over, and was grabbed by Ban Ming.
The palms of his hands were very cold, like the snow-capped mountains beneath their feet that never melted despite the sunshine, even a little bit bone-chilling.
Ban Ming grabbed Lin Mo's hand and placed it on the prayer wheel in his hand.
Press the body of the tube lightly with four fingers, and place your thumb on the large snow mountain pattern on the top of the tube.
The lips move slightly and the fingers exert a slight pressure.
call!
I saw the prayer wheel start spinning instantly.
Flowers, birds, insects and fish are connected together, as if they merge to form a colorful world for the two of them.
However, the snow-capped mountains at the top of the tube also rotated and condensed into a pale snow top, remaining unchanged.
Ban Ming looked solemn and pursed his lips slightly.
He started to hold Lin Mo's hand and left the prayer wheel.
The process was very slow, and a thin layer of sweat even condensed on the forehead, which seemed to take a lot of effort.
After a few breaths, his and Lin Mo's hands finally broke away.
The speed of the prayer wheel has also reached an extreme.
Ban Ming looked at the prayer wheel, his lips still moving slightly and mumbling something.
After a few more breaths, "Buddha's head, tap the body of the cylinder three times with your hands to determine the cause and effect of the three lifetimes."
Lin Mo did as he was told. Although he didn't quite believe it, he could see that the so-called order was not a trick.
At least there's something mysterious about it.
Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and took three consecutive shots of the high-speed rotating prayer wheel.
It's also very strange.
The prayer wheel on the bright side was rotating at high speed. After Lin Mo took the third shot, the prayer wheel stopped immediately.
It's like there is no inertia.
Ban Ming breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the prayer wheel, took out a red egg-shaped object from his sleeve, and gently placed it on the snow mountain pattern on the top of the prayer wheel.
Then some vague syllables came out of his mouth again and he blew on them.
The red chicken eggs melted immediately like spring snow and penetrated into the prayer wheel.
The snow-capped mountains turned into mountains of blood.
Ban Ming didn't move, just stared at the former quietly.
One breath, two breaths... ten breaths...
Soon, the time for burning incense passed.
The blood mountain quickly faded into a snow mountain.
At the moment when the change was completely completed, Ban Ming took out the yellowed snow-skin book he had taken out before, opened a new page, turned the prayer wheel upside down, and covered it with the side of the snow mountain.
Not long after.
The originally pure white side suddenly had countless bloody lines.
The lines are intertwined and coiled, looking as messy as a ball of thread, but they seem to follow a certain pattern and contain some kind of information.
The old monk Ban Ming said calmly, raised the prayer wheel, and looked at the snow-skin book in his hand.
Just the next moment...
Click click click...
Suddenly there was a strange sound, and then a large amount of blood sprayed out from the prayer wheel, directly soaking all the complicated line symbols on the snow-white paper.
Ban Ming's face hardened, and he immediately picked up the prayer wheel, his energy gushing out from his hand, and he quickly wrapped it up.
Above the latter, the snow mountain turned into a blood mountain again.
The next moment, blood spread down from the top, and the patterns of flowers, birds, insects, and fish around the sutra tube were also stained with a layer of blood.
"This is it?" Lin Mo asked.
"Fate Mark." Ban Ming stared blankly for a few breaths before speaking slowly.
The destiny book cannot bear the Buddha's head and your destiny mark..."
"What do you mean?" Lin Mo asked again.
"Turning the prayer wheel at three points determines the cause and effect of the three lives, and then uses red sandalwood to carry out the destiny, leaving it on the destiny book, and finally interprets it with the secret method.
Something went wrong this time..."
Monk Ban Ming raised his head and looked at Lin Mo, with a look of surprise in his eyes:
"The Buddha's head and the prayer wheel cannot collect the energy of cause and effect from your three lives. There is no past, no future, only the present, so... the fate pattern is not there..."
(End of chapter)
