Chapter 431 The Fate of Buried Anti -Bloody, the Fate of Can't Return
After hearing that the old man didn't speak, he sat down on the gray futon next to him.
Seeing this, the boy Lang didn't ask much. He took out three green incense from the pocket, inserted into the incense burner in front of him, and then took out two more fire stones.
Gently rubbing, the gas flame, but no matter how he ordered him, it would be the three pillar fragrance of this worship.
I tried several times and did not ignite.
"Well?"
"Is it wet?"
The boy Lang murmured, looked at the incense, and found that it was not humid.
He took the three Qingxiang in his hands and lit smoothly.
When he inserted into the incense burner in front of the idol, he went out instantly!
Very weird.
He took it down again, took it in his hand, and lit again. As soon as he inserted it on the incense burner, he would go out immediately.
I tried several times in a row, all of which.
"No need to order, it's not burning for the time being."
The next second, the voice of the old man came.
"Why?" The boy Lang was very puzzled.
Qingxiang can burn normally in his hand, but as long as he worships, it will go out instantly.
He took out the incense paper from the pocket and placed it in front of the idol. It was still in the same situation with firestone.
In folklore, regarding the idols of worship, you must ignite the green fragrance, incense paper, and then the worship of pious buns to worship.
But now, even the incense paper is not ignited, why come to worship?
Isn't that time for this trip?
"Old, what should I do?" The young man asked the old man sitting on the futon.
"Sit down."
After hearing the words, the boy Lang also sat on the futon: "Then what?"
"Wait."
The old man looked at the idol in front of him and murmured.
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What are you waiting for?
The boy Lang couldn't touch his head, and it was dark immediately.
Moreover, there are said that there are many fierce beasts on the black and white gods, and some seem to be a little fierce beast. Once it encounters, it will undoubtedly die.
"Wait for him to separate the victory."
The old man looked at the idol in front of him, reflected in the candlelight in his eyes, swaying, flashing
"Divide the victory?" The young man frowned slightly, suspecting whether he heard it wrong: "Who waits for the victory?"
As soon as this remark came out, the old man did not answer, but looked at the idol in front of him calmly, waiting for
Hoo-
Watching the wind and snow whispered, the wooden door kept blowing, and creaked.
Snow, getting bigger and bigger, more and more raging
For a gust of gusts, it blown into the Taoist view and blowing out two of the three candles ordered by the old man.
Suddenly, God's view became darker.
Seeing this scene, the gaze of the old man looked at the last candlelight, and there was a blackman in his pupils, and he could see that his breathing was a little disordered.
Suddenly
As soon as the gangster suddenly blows the wooden door, it directly extinguishs the last candlelight.
In the entire Taoist view, it was caught in the darkness.
In the next second, the idol is glowing with golden light, illuminating the entire Taoist outlook. Seeing this, the boy Lang was shocked. Is this the fairy? Intersection
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A broken sound sounded, and in a quiet Taoist view, it looked particularly clear.
The statue exuding the golden light appeared in a crack.
Soon, the crack spread to the whole body of the idol, including the god tree under his seat, all of them cracked in half.
For a moment, the idol faded down.
The snow outside the Taoist view also stopped at this moment.
The old man looked at the broken statue, as if petrochemical, he was in place, and was so quiet that he had only the sound of his gradually heavy breathing, and there was only the sound of ice and snow outside.
The young man looked at the old man's back, and he seemed to see the old man's body that exudes the same golden light as the old man.
At a climbing look, Jin Guang disappeared, and the back of the old man was silent in the darkness.
Here, quietly.
The boy Lang didn't speak and didn't dare to disturb. He also found that the old man was wrong, so he looked at him quietly.
After a long time.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
The old man turned slowly, and he limped towards the Taoist view. Every time he took a step, his body was shaking, as if he would fall to the ground in the next second.
The young man also stood up and followed the old man.
The old man walked out of the Taoist view and found that the Taoist outlook was already covered with thick white snow.
He stepped on the snow step by step, and the snow was melting.
He was silent for a long time, and then turned slowly, looking at the unknown young man who was at a loss in front of Taoist, slowly said, "I can now answer the question you just asked me."
"Even if it becomes a powerful immortal, even if it is high, it will not be able to dominate your own destiny."
"So, don't cultivate immortals, Xiu Xian is a wrong way."
Hearing this, the boy Lang was stunned, and he did not expect that the old man would say such a word.
Because in his memory, the old man was all in the dark, and he wanted to worship him as a teacher and want to teach himself to cultivate immortals.
But now. Why do you say that Xiu Xian is a wrong way?
Although he is young, he is very intelligent and very wise, otherwise he will not be seen by the old man.
Because of his intelligence, he heard the sad emotions mixed in the words of the old man.
Although the old man is very calm now, he can feel that he is very sad, the silent sadness
"Actually, your way is correct."
"It should be said that they are the same."
Although the old man looked at the teenager, he seemed to be saying himself: "Someone on the road of Xiu Xian, walking very high, and has stood in a very, very high position."
"But in the end, but still can't dominate your own destiny."
"Some people are just a ordinary mortal, entering Beijing to rush to the exam, and add their names to the ordinary and ordinary life. Although they can not dominate their own destiny, they will become insects when they encounter a powerful immortal."
"But. Even if the big immortal standing highly stands in some more powerful eyes, is it the same?"
"They are all worms, the difference is that one is a big worm, and the other is a small worm, which is the same. In the end, they still cannot dominate their own destiny."
The old man's words seem to be answering the doubts of the teenager. In fact, he is also telling himself, but also answering the doubts in his heart, and he is mocking himself.
"So, you just follow your own heart and live your life."
"Whether you want to be an ordinary mortal, or to embark on the road of Xiu Xian, you must remember that they are the same, you can't dominate your own destiny."
"Follow the original heart, it's enough."
Speaking of which, the old man paused and turned slowly.
"I will send you down the mountain, I have to leave."
Then I raised my right hand,
Hearing the words, the teenager shouted him: "Master. Where are you going?"
(End of this chapter)