In the evening, the sun sets.
"it is finally over!"
After sending away all the pilgrims, Pei Wende finally stretched his body and no longer had to worry about his image in front of outsiders.
"You're just wasting your time."
Xiao Qing appeared quietly behind Pei Wende, with a cold expression, as elusive as ever.
"For those vulgar mortals, I wasted my time practicing."
"If you can use the wasted time during the day for practice, your progress will only be faster and more obvious."
Shaking his head without looking back, Pei Wende retorted with a smile.
"You don't understand, this is a way for me to practice."
"Besides, my life has never been just about cultivation. Haven't you already realized this?"
It's rare that I didn't complain about Pei Wende, because today's Xiaoqing has indeed changed a lot.
Compared to the original snake demon who only wanted to practice immortality, Xiao Qing now has too many "human" desires.
"Huh, that's as long as it doesn't affect your own practice."
After a brief silence, Xiaoqing, whose expression softened a little, crossed the incense table and sat opposite Pei Wende.
"If I'm not mistaken, you used 'life magic' again today, right?"
"Mingshu" is one of the branches of medicine, fortune-telling, fortune telling, and divination. It is also a Taoist secret that has not been passed down.
When Pei Wende devoured Dan Chenzi's soul, he also obtained many Tao secret techniques from the other party's memory - Life Technique was one of them.
"You should know that frequently tampering with other people's fates will bring disaster to yourself!"
It was clearly a question sentence, but Xiaoqing adopted an affirmative tone here.
People who practice "fate magic" usually have the ability to observe the fate of others.
And since you can observe the fate of others, you can't help but tamper with their fate.
This practice of "changing fate against the will of heaven" is the instinct of all fortune-telling practitioners, and it is also their own irreversible destiny.
"There's nothing you can do. You can't let me die without saving you, right?"
With a slight sigh, Pei Wende did not continue to quibble, but reluctantly stated the facts he had observed.
"Knowing that the old woman would encounter a jackal after going down the mountain..."
"And I can change this fate by letting her stay in the temple for one night. How could I not do this?"
The backlash of "life magic" is real. Although Pei Wende doesn't know how this strange mechanism is formed, all the seniors who practice life magic have proved this with their own experiences.
Therefore, what Pei Wende can do is to change some inevitable tragic endings while minimizing the impact as much as possible.
"As for the so-called disaster?"
"At worst, I'll have another unlucky day tomorrow. It won't have much impact on me anyway."
Pei Wende, who was used to it, said this, but what he received was Xiaoqing's unblinking gaze.
"That's because you are an extraordinary person yourself, and you have the merit and will to protect yourself..."
"However, have you ever thought about how much disaster it will bring to you if the 'old lady' you call is a being who can influence the general trend of the world? She escaped the fate of 'certain death'?"
When saying this, Xiaoqing's voice was calm and indifferent.
Because now she is no longer the ignorant monster she was back then, and she also has her own clear understanding of the world.
"Do you still remember the fate of Yuan Tiangang, the last master of Taoist fortune-telling?"
"As a Taoist cultivator who achieved great success in the soul, he actually only lived less than a hundred years before dying. Even after his death, even the soul was escorted by ghosts to the underworld for reincarnation."
"Do you want to end up like him?"
Faced with Xiaoqing's question, Pei Wende could only forcefully smile.
"That's just a legend after all. Maybe Yuan Tiangang is hiding in a Taoist temple in Zhongnan Mountain now?"
"Anyway, I know what I'm doing and I won't put myself in danger."
Not sure whether he believed it or not, Xiaoqing stared at Pei Wende expressionlessly for a while, then looked away and said softly.
"It's good for you to know."
"Then will we continue the search tonight?"
Seeing that this embarrassing topic was finally successfully transferred, Pei Wende naturally gave an affirmative answer.
"Definitely continue! I have a hunch that we must find that guy tonight!"
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Ciguang Temple is a wild temple in the Weishan area of Tanzhou.
This temple is said to be a Buddhist temple built by Emperor Wu of Liang, Xiao Yan, during the Northern and Southern Dynasties.
As for whether this statement is true, no one knows.
After all, the legendary Emperor Wu of Liang was a fanatical believer who became a monk three times and was redeemed by ministers three times. It is not surprising that he built Buddhist temples wherever he was during his reign.
Even the precepts for monks to eat meat were custom-made and popularized by this pious emperor.
Since the end of the Northern and Southern Dynasties and the Sui and Tang dynasties unified the Central Plains, this place has gradually fallen into decline.
Especially in this day and age, Ciguang Temple has mostly become a temporary place for scholars who come to Beijing to take exams, or for wandering monks who travel here.
However, this situation has changed in recent times.
Because a famine was spreading across the entire Tang Dynasty, countless refugees fleeing the famine, either actively or passively, had to live in the wilderness.
In comparison, although Ci'en Temple is dilapidated, it can be regarded as retaining a complete main structure.
This is a gift from heaven for those refugees who just need a place to stay.
But this gift from God is not something ordinary refugees can enjoy.
For example, right now...
"There's a temple here!"
Following a loud call, a burly man with a hideous scar on his face appeared at the door of the temple.
Behind him, men with knives and guns, and finally a wooden stick in his hand, followed closely.
It is obvious that after several months of running, this group of fellow refugees have given up on their conscience and the law and become one of the ruthless gangsters entrenched on the road to escape.
"The old rule is that the men are killed, the women are kept, and the remaining old, weak, women and children serve as 'rations' when necessary."
After the strong man with a fierce expression said these words, he pushed open the door of the temple and rushed in.
The tough bandits following him cheered and cheered as usual, looking forward to the upcoming "harvest".
Human nature has become a burden to their survival.
However, the gangsters who were immersed in the carnival did not see that when they rushed into the temple collectively, the headless Veda who was guarding outside the temple quietly lowered his raised arms.
For the demons, this is also a carnival.
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