There is no limit to how many people can hide in the narrow cave. The wet feeling when the skin touches the cave wall is very uncomfortable.
Master Minglong was very thoughtful. Looking back, he felt that the person at the end of the cave must have been waiting here in advance, and was waiting for him.
But he didn't notice anything and just fell into the trap obediently.
Thinking deeply at this moment, I can't help but feel chills in my heart.
"What do you want from me, fellow Taoist?"
he asks.
Chen Qingyan stretched out his hand, and Master Minglong felt that the Qiankun in his sleeves that he had cultivated to the pinnacle was immediately broken. An inconspicuous stone with many spots shot out of his sleeves and fell into the opponent's hands.
"This is..." Master Minglong looked at the stone and was startled.
"A way to open up the Yin-Yang Road." Chen Qingyan played with the stone, quickly put it away, and smiled at Master Minglong:
"Now that the things are in hand, I'll take you away from Jinjun Mountain."
Before Master Minglong could respond, Chen Qingyan unfolded his sleeves and robes, and Master Minglong suddenly felt a very familiar wave of magic. It was a wave of mana that could only be obtained by cultivating the universe in his sleeves to a high level.
The Universe in the Sleeve is a technique that almost all monks can practice.
It is also a technique that can be developed to a very high degree and has a wide range of applications.
Most of the storage vessels used by low-level monks are refined using this technique.
The wind bag that Venerable Minglong has always been proud of and made with his own magical power is a proud work made by combining the skills of Qiankun in his sleeves with the art of refining weapons.
I didn't expect to meet a person who is no less than him, and even more accomplished in this technique.
Venerable Minglong was in a state of mind.
Chen Qingyan didn't know what the other party was thinking and didn't care at all.
After gathering up the five people, including Master Minglong, with his sleeves, he walked to the entrance of the cave and looked down. Then, just like when he came, he turned into a beam of light and escaped from the ground.
The entire process did not disturb the ghost claws of tree roots underground at all.
"Dao Yan Ren Immortal Sutra" is so magical that even if this place is Bai Mei's territory, he can still sneak in without anyone noticing.
If [An] wasn't really hidden too deep, he wouldn't have to waste all this effort.
Now that you have taken something from someone else, you should keep your promise.
And saving Master Minglong's master and disciples has reversed the fate of several people.
In the destiny, the disaster will be overcome, and the corresponding disaster will be a major event in life.
After all, life and death are involved.
Under normal circumstances, after a catastrophic disaster, there will be a great recovery.
But this means that an individual has withstood the disaster without the intervention of external forces, especially beings like fortune tellers.
Once the fortune teller intervenes, even if we survive this time, the disaster will come at some point in the future. Yes, the role of the fortune master is only to delay, not to completely resolve the disaster, so we can sit back and relax.
But sometimes, delaying is actually equivalent to "resolving".
The phrase "today is different from the past" is aptly used here. The fortune teller postpones the disaster for those who are affected by the disaster. What they gain is time. Under normal circumstances, disasters generally remain unchanged, but those who are affected by the disaster will take the opportunity to make adequate preparations, such as improving their cultivation and using their future selves. , the difficulty of dealing with past disasters should naturally be reduced.
Unless the disaster experienced was a "man-made disaster".
For example, if a monk enters a cave ruins and dies inside, it is considered a disaster. The death catastrophe was postponed to ten years after the intervention of the magician. Then ten years later, when the monk entered the cave ruins again, his cultivation level was much improved compared to ten years ago, but the cave ruins were still the same as ten years ago, and maybe even As time goes by and the danger decreases, the possibility of the monk dying inside also decreases.
As for man-made disasters, there are infinite variables.
Being focused on by an enemy who is also a monk, even if the fortune teller intervenes and delays the time of disaster, you are growing, and so is the other party. The same is true for ferocious beasts and demons.
Of course, a skilled fortune teller can make more responses in the time bought.
And an immortal magician like Chen Qingyan
, it is easy not to take action, once you intervene, it will be towards completely resolving the disaster - now is the future.
Therefore, the fate of Master Minglong and his disciples had already been reversed when he made the decision in his heart.
But whether it will come to an end is not certain.
Because the new destiny will change with the movement of heaven and earth, it may bring about blessings or new disasters.
Some people have had great disasters in their lives. After this time, there will be a next time. After they have survived the next time, there will be a next time.
Chen Qingyan didn't care much about this.
Everyone has his own destiny. He saves the other person once because the other person has something he urgently needs.
It's an exchange of interests, and both parties get what they need.
There is no thought of saving people to the end or sending Buddha to the West.
After all, he is not the father of several people.
Outside Jinjun Mountain, Chen Qingyan rolled up his sleeves in a dense forest.
There were a few thumps on the ground.
Venerable Minglong was the first to stand up from the dead leaves, bent down and saluted Chen Qingyan.
Behind him, the four disciples who had come to their senses also bowed respectfully.
"Leave now. Stay away. It's best not to set foot in this place again."
Chen Qingyan reminded him, turned around and stepped out. When the strong wind blew in the dense forest, his figure was no longer there.
Venerable Minglong was horrified, and the disciples behind him were also dumbfounded.
"Master, where should we go next?" the disciple named Fan'er asked.
Venerable Minglong took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "This world is really in chaos."
As he spoke, Master Minglong pulled out a pendant from his collar, which was covered with cracks.
"My teacher, this pendant is a rare treasure in the world. It can turn evil into good. It has protected me for more than 1,800 years. It cannot be penetrated by water or burned by fire. It is not damaged by the magic weapon. But when I fall into When it was underground, it shattered. At that time, I knew that my life would end here."
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