Under One Person: The Millennium Plan Exposed by Feng Baobao

Feng Zhenghao said at this time:

"Xingtong, I once heard about Tang Wushan when he was young. He said it was a ghost mountain, so I visited it, hoping to capture a few powerful spirits."

Feng Xingtong was surprised to hear that Feng Zhenghao actually knew about it.

"Father, what about Tang Wushan?"

“Why haven’t I heard of it now?”

Feng Zhenghao shook his head helplessly.

"It's gone now. It was said that there was a gold mine there, but it was completely dug out during the Anti-Japanese War. Now there's nothing left except ruins. Not even a single elf is left."

Hearing Feng Zhenghao say this, everyone felt a surge of regret.

It seems that no matter how many ghosts there are, the fear they cause to people is not as tempting as such a gold mine.

at this time.

Feng Baobao also continued reading the notes in her hand.

I disassembled the oil grate into 90 bamboo strips, lit one of them, and began to walk towards the interior of Tangwu Mountain.

[And this Thousand Mile Fire was indeed as Master Cui had said. Once it was lit, it immediately illuminated the surrounding environment. The powerful Bing Fire force made those ghosts and monsters afraid to approach.]

Hearing that this oil grate that had been soaked in oil for hundreds of years actually had such a powerful function, Lao Meng couldn't help but say:

"If that's the case, doesn't that mean that if we look for those old items, there's a chance we can find this oil grate that's been soaked in oil for hundreds of years."

Wang Zhenqiu had a flash of inspiration at this moment.

"I see!"

"I remembered!"

"When I was in Sichuan and Chongqing, I saw something similar. But it wasn't an oil grate, but a bamboo spoon that had been used by the host to scoop out the old hot pot oil for hundreds of years."

"If that's the case, doesn't that mean this bamboo spoon can also produce the effect of a thousand-mile fire?"

When Zhang Chulan heard about collecting old oil, his face turned painful.

"If that's the case, doesn't it mean that when we eat hot pot, we are eating other people's saliva."

Wang Zhenqiu laughed heartily.

"Of course not, they will burn out the moisture inside."

"Besides, only aged oil tastes better. If you want to eat authentic aged oil hot pot now, you probably have to go to the countryside!"

When everyone heard Wang Zhenqiu say this, their expressions changed a little.

This year.

There are almost no people who have never eaten hot pot.

Everyone felt uncomfortable when they thought about the hot pot restaurant recycling other people's leftover oil.

At this moment, Feng Baobao, who didn't understand the changes in everyone's psychology, blinked and then continued reading the notes in his hand.

I searched Tangwu Mountain for a long time. Although I didn't find the book, I did find many corpses carelessly discarded here. No wonder so many ghosts gathered here. It turns out that some people used this place as a mass grave.

When I arrived at the very center of Tangwu Mountain, I finally discovered the ancient Han Dynasty tomb. The seal characters on it clearly stated that it was the tomb of Madam Yu.

It seems Yi Xiaochuan is buried here. Just as I was about to continue exploring, the sound of a golden toad caught my attention. I also saw the golden toad that Cui Laodao had not taken away because he read the human book.

[Although this golden toad can gather wealth, I can always amass a fortune that rivals a nation if I so desire. In terms of wealth-gathering properties, I am superior to this golden toad.]

I then grabbed the golden toad, and sure enough, there was a book underneath. The moment I saw the book, I knew it was the legendary opportunity.

[An opportunity to free oneself and all living beings from the shackles of fate.]

Hearing that they could break free from the shackles of fate, everyone's eyes fell into deep thought. Perhaps, their fate had been set from the beginning to the end, everything was destined, and there was no chance of controlling their own destiny at all.

But this book can help all living beings break free from the shackles of fate.

If the owner of this notebook succeeds, the merit will be really great.

At this moment, Wang Zhenqiu spoke with a confused look in his eyes.

"Could it be said that once all of us break free from the shackles of fate, the future will become chaotic and unpredictable?"

"From now on, fortune-telling and divination regarding inner thoughts will be inaccurate."

"Everyone is the protagonist, and everything can only move forward based on their own choices?"

Zhang Chulan nodded.

"Yes, that's about it. From what I can see now, the warlock's inquiry into the inner scene is still accurate. This means that we haven't escaped our fate yet."

"I don't know if the owner of the notebook didn't find the method, or if something delayed him along the way."

The clarinet suddenly spoke at this moment.

"If that's the case, I would rather have the power to choose my own destiny."

"Otherwise, what's the point of life if everything is predetermined?"

"I hope the owner of this notebook won't make me wait too long. In my opinion, if I can feel the power to control my own destiny even the day before I die, then my life will be worthwhile."

The clarinet's words immediately shocked everyone.

Liu Deshui said at this time:

"This statement is a bit too hopeless. In fact, as long as we use the right methods and work hard to cultivate immortality, we can control our own destiny."

After hearing the word "cultivation of immortals" again, Wang Zhenqiu couldn't help but confront Liu Deshui.

"Old Senior, becoming an immortal is not that easy."

"How many extraordinary people have there been throughout history, and how many have achieved success?"

"The goal of becoming an immortal is too ambitious. I can't eat the cake. I want something more substantial."

"I must be promoted and given a raise right now."

Liu Deshui was not angry after hearing this.

"Haha, young people nowadays are so honest."

At this time, Zhang Chulan glanced at the old Taoist priest and saw that the old Taoist priest had a frown on his face, wondering what he was thinking about.

Then Zhang Chulan hurriedly looked at Feng Baobao.

"Sister Bao'er!"

Feng Baobao understood immediately after hearing it.

Then he stopped being lazy and continued reading from the notes in his hand.

[At this moment, the goddess Dokuho told me that this book must never be opened and read. Once read, I will be immediately trapped in it. It will only give me a way to escape the shackles of fate and will no longer be able to help others.]

[Perhaps, Liu An, the King of Huainan, Zhuge Liang, Liu Bowen, and the Taoist Cui who changed his destiny, all learned the methods and principles of changing their own destinies from this book.]

[Thinking of this, I gave up on the possibility of escaping my fate. It would be so meaningless if I were the only one to escape it. If I'm going to have fun, I'll have to go big!]

When they heard that the owner of the notebook had given up the opportunity to escape his own fate, everyone couldn't help but sigh.

"If that's the case, then the owner of this notebook has made a huge sacrifice for everyone!"

Fengshayan shook her head.

“The opportunity to control your own destiny.”

"Isn't that a chance to become an immortal?"

"If such a great temptation were placed in front of me, I would probably be unable to resist flipping through it right then and there."

"As for the others, after I become an immortal, I won't care about the flood."

Hearing Feng Shayan say this, everyone couldn't help but frown, but after thinking about it, they realized that what Feng Shayan said was indeed very true.

Anyone who has this opportunity to become an immortal would probably think twice, or even hesitate.

It's like there are two buttons in front of you.

One is a red button and the other is a blue button.

Press the red button and you will 100% win the jackpot of million.

Press the blue button. I don't know the probability, maybe 0.01%, and then everyone will win the million yuan grand prize.

Q: Which one do you choose?

Unless you are a fool, I'm afraid you will choose the first one.

This is not based on morality, but on pros and cons.

While everyone was thinking, Feng Baobao continued reading in a steady voice.

After putting the human book away, I clearly felt that something about me was different.

This difference is entirely due to my increased clarity of thought. It can even be said that I've reached the point where a single thought can lead to a hundred insights.

I call this state "entering the Dao." After wasting more than forty years, I have finally reached the threshold.

Upon hearing that the owner of the notebook had practiced for more than 40 years before achieving enlightenment, everyone congratulated him from the bottom of their hearts.

This feeling.

People who have not practiced cultivation really don’t understand.

That level is right in front of you, and you know that once you cross that level, you will reach a smooth road, but you are always stuck there, with no possibility of crossing it at all.

This feeling will drive people crazy.

It will make people lose confidence, and then further think that they are not good enough and there is no way to get over that hurdle.

But one day you really made it.

That means that when the clouds clear and the moon appears, all the resentment and depression accumulated over the years will be swept away, and the world will become completely different.

It seems.

The owner of this notebook truly experienced that feeling.

The old Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

"If that's the case, then my father doesn't even need the help of the Human Book to become an immortal."

"I just don't know how to use this opportunity of Renshu."

"Maybe he is still looking for a way."

Hearing what the old Taoist priest said, Zhang Chulan said:

"Isn't there a legend about the three books of heaven, earth, and man? Do I need to collect all three books at the same time to have the opportunity to use that opportunity?"

The old Taoist priest thought for a while and nodded.

"Well, what you said makes sense, but up to now we only have this Book of Man. I don't know where the Book of Heaven and the Book of Earth are."

"All of this depends on my father's luck."

Seeing this, Liu Deshui spoke.

"Old Heavenly Master, Li Qian... Senior Su must be a lucky man. We don't need to worry about this at all."

After Liu Deshui finished speaking, the old Taoist priest nodded.

"I hope so."

But there is still a trace of worry lingering in my heart.

Feng Baobao continued to speak at this time.

After obtaining the Human Book, I didn't delay any longer. I grabbed the golden toad and headed out of Tangwu Mountain. As luck would have it, I happened to see a gold vein beneath the ground. However, I've lost interest in such mundane things, and my wife and children are well fed and clothed. I'll leave this gold vein to future generations.

When they heard the contents of the notes, everyone was shocked.

Good guy.

It turned out that the owner of the notebook had already discovered this gold vein at this time.

Feng Zhenghao thought of something at this moment.

"No wonder, no wonder!"

After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at Feng Zhenghao, wondering what he meant.