Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 442 Deception
Even after he returned to Fuli in his previous life, he had never heard of any apprentices or heirs that Taoist priest had ever had.

Warlocks are different from ordinary courtiers, and top warlocks are extremely rare. If the Taoist leader really left a legacy and helped those old officials away, there is no reason to hide it from him.

But they really didn't mention this matter, which proves that the Taoist priest Fuli's royal family has been supporting for a long time did not leave behind any disciples who inherited his mantle.

And Yu Zhu, Jiuxuan and Hanze, the kings of the three kingdoms, met that "Mr." almost at the same time, listened to his plan, and got news from him that was hard to find elsewhere.

These three "gentlemen" couldn't all be the little Taoist boy sweeping and holding scriptures under the Taoist priest's seat, right?

Mo Junli frowned slowly. The temperament of a little Taoist boy who has not yet attained the Tao is completely different from that of a serious practitioner. Ye Tianlin and the monarchs of the other two small countries should not be so stupid as that.

Especially Ye Tianlin, although he is used to being courteous to virtuous corporals, the premise is that the person is "virtuous" enough, he will not show good face to mediocrity, ordinary Taoist boy, certainly can't fool him.

Thinking about it this way, there are more troubles.

The young man raised his hand and pressed the center of his aching brow, while slightly slowing down his voice: "Of course, we don't have to worry too much."

"The 'Mr. Teacher' that Princess Ruochang said is really the Taoist priest. When Yuan Lingzhi ascends to power, Fuli is in chaos, and the national movement is in turmoil, he probably won't be able to sit still."

"After all, what he wants to pursue is the national destiny of each country, isn't it?"

"You're right." Mu Xici pondered for a moment, then hesitated, "However, when it comes to Fuli's Taoist priest supported by the royal family... I really remembered something."

Mo Junli raised her eyebrows when she heard the words: "Huh?"

"Remember what I told you before?" The little girl narrowed her eyes, raised her empty hand, and waved five slender fingers at him, "Anyone in the world who can surpass me in Taoism , no more than five fingers."

"The second is my master and ancestor."

"The remaining two, one has been in seclusion for a long time and has not been found; the other seems to have some inextricable relationship with Fuli's royal family."

Hearing this, the young man was startled suddenly: "A Ci, you mean, the Taoist priest who helped the royal family make offerings is very likely to be the one who is more knowledgeable than you?"

"Then Fuli should have dominated the world a long time ago?!"

An idiot like Mo Shuyuan in the previous life, who won a small national teacher, can make half of the soldiers and horses crippled by Gan Ping, who has fought for 11 years without losing a single defeat.

If instead, Fuli, who was as prosperous as Qianping and had more abundant treasury, got such a top warlock, Yuanshi would not be able to ascend immediately and be unified directly?
Mo Junli opened his eyes in a daze. He had heard his little girl mention this before, but he didn't think about it at all.

After all, the Yuan Clan is extinct, so it doesn't look like it has been protected by a great power.

"In less than a hundred years, Fuli has grown from a small country that is about the same size as Sangruo in southern Xinjiang to a big country that can rival Qianping..." Master Mu curled his lips and said lightly, "This is not enough Like flying up from the ground?"

"Don't forget, the Yuan family is passed down from generation to generation."

"According to common sense, the fate of such a royal family that is passed down from generation to generation will not be too strong."

"In addition, you just said that when you ascended the throne in the previous life, the priest was almost exhausted." Mu Xici rubbed his chin unhurriedly, "It is true that such a magician does not have much left to protect a country. Great luck."

"If he can hang his own life...wait, hang his life??" There was a chill down her spine, and a ray of coldness suddenly climbed up her neck, making her scalp shudder.

"Ayan." The little girl clenched the young man's hand tightly, and her delicate and delicate face immediately turned pale, her lips trembled, and her voice trembled uncontrollably, "Say, what about that?" People want to steal so much fortune—”

"Could it be for your own life?"

"The method of extending one's life is traditionally a forbidden technique. Rather than 'extending one's life', it is better to say it is 'exchanging one's life'." Mu Xici lowered her voice with drooping eyebrows, "Exchange luck, exchange merit, Take offspring in exchange for..."

"There are not many things that can be exchanged for life, but there are also many."

"Such as the Xiao Mansion, they traded their own descendants for the life of Mrs. Xiao."

"Naturally, no matter what or how you exchange it, it is against the law of heaven. Even if you succeed in changing your life, you will invisibly commit karma and suffer the punishment of heaven."

For example, Xiao Jue's death aura that could not be dispelled and could not be overcome.

"However, for top warlocks, this kind of divine punishment is not completely unsolvable." The little girl whispered, her voice becoming more and more dry, "If that person is cruel-hearted and doesn't care about those karmic obstacles, he would rather give up his merits and virtues to pay for it." Live for yourself."

"Combined with the luck and even the luck of the country stolen from other places... it is indeed possible to deceive the way of heaven for a while."

"For now?" Mo Junli subconsciously repeated, and Mu Xici nodded slightly after hearing this: "For now."

"This method can only be deceived for a while, but it will never be deceived for a lifetime. After a hundred or so years have passed, those who practice this method will eventually be liquidated for the Dao of Heaven. At that time, their souls will be scattered and their souls will fly away, and they will never be reborn."

"But for those who only care about a moment of happiness... a hundred years of happiness is enough."

"I still don't quite understand what kind of deception this is." The young man pursed his lips, gently pushed open the door of the study, then stretched out his arms, and hugged the little girl onto the table.

The old man bowed his head to listen to her, his neck hurts.

"It's like making a puppet, then painting it with human makeup, wrapping its wooden joints with human skin, and then dressing it in clothes worn by living people, and blending into the crowd." The little girl casually raised a puppet. A slightly creepy example.

"In this way, when you look at that puppet from a distance, it is very easy to regard it as a real 'person'."

"The method of deception is the same as it. Warlocks steal other people's luck, disguise their own luck as others, and let others suffer for him and die for him."

"If the luck of another country is stolen, the one who receives it for him will become the country whose luck was stolen by him."

"A Yan, think about it carefully. After the great flood in the Jianghuai River in the previous life, Mo Shuyuan came to power, did Qian Ping's fortune decline and almost no one could use him?" Mu Xici frowned and counted the past carefully, "There is still Han Ze."

"Hanze was basically abolished after the First World War in Northern Xinjiang. The few years when he was able to survive, it was purely because the surrounding countries had troubles themselves, and there was no time to deal with it."

"Then there is Jiuxuan... If I remember correctly, Jiuxuan was annexed by Western merchants in September of the 27th year of Changle in the previous life."

"In March of the following year, Western merchants aggressively invaded Qianping, and the second brother went into battle in armor. At the end of autumn of the same year...he was hacked to death in the depths of the desert with random knives, and his body hung for several years."

The little girl's eyes turned red uncontrollably, Mo Junli pressed her head silently, Mu Xici sniffed while pinching the boy's collar, trying to suppress the grief welling up from the depths of his soul.

"Naturally, based on these speculations alone, we can't immediately confirm that the smuggler is the sorcerer supported by the Fuli royal family."

"It's even more uncertain, he stole luck just to continue his life."

　In fact, Ah Ci's guess is very close to the truth.

　　Of course, there are still some discrepancies, the big boss is not easy to catch
　　To a certain extent, Ah Ci is scarier than counseling, this little girl is so smart (speaking of which, there are not many stupid ones, but everyone’s level of intelligence is different)
　　In the previous life, I was really played by the way of heaven, and I was tired of being tricked by that dog Mo Shuyuan
　　Otherwise, even ten ink books can't beat her, hehe

　　Sleep, sleep, wake up tomorrow and continue

　　Steal a ticket

　　
　
(End of this chapter)