He had an inexplicable encounter with a liar who could tell fortunes. According to Su Yang's past experience, he naturally could not pay attention to it, but this matter was full of evil, which somewhat shrouded a shadow on Su Yang's heart.

All chances are inevitable, all chances are accidents, and the chances you see are nothing more than future necessities.

This is what Taiyi Daozun, the founder of the hexagram technique, said, and it is also a famous saying that all hexagram masters in the world believe in. When Su Yang couldn't help but think about this sentence carefully, he remembered a classic allusion.

A nail was lost and a hoof was broken; a hoof was broken and a war horse was broken; a war horse was broken and a knight was injured; a knight was injured and a war lost; a war was lost and an empire was destroyed.

Although this is just a folk song that looks similar to the lilac of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, it is something that has really happened in history.

And in this story, it seems to be a coincidence at first glance, and it is also a trivial accident, but the result is unreasonable.

Therefore, judging from what is happening now, everything seems to be accidental, but it is just that it has not come.

In short, the more Su Yang thought about it, the more he felt panicked. The more he was, the more he wanted to find the answer. So he couldn't help asking Jiulu Zhenjun and said, "Old ghost, why don't you try it too?"

When the Lord Jiulu Zhenju thought about it, he was the same. Although his hexagram skills were not very good, he was always very good at times, but he was not impossible to calculate when he was free.

So, the King of Jiuluo followed Su Yang's request and took out three copper coins and a tortoise shell. He began to mutter something, raised his hand and shook it constantly, and then sprinkled it hard, and the three copper coins fell to the ground. One positive and two negatives seemed to have some mystery hidden.

Su Yang did not recognize the mystery, stared at Jiulu Zhenjun and asked, "What do you say in the hexagram?"

Jiulu Zhenjun frowned and calculated for a while, and replied: "It seems that my cultivation level has been restored recently, and I am closer to the Heavenly Dao. I have really successfully calculated something."

Su Yang said impatiently: "Ask you the result, don't talk about something useless."

Jiulu Zhenjun smiled dryly and said, "Okay, the result I calculated is also very bad, but there is a glimmer of vitality, which means there is no danger."

Su Yang asked: "What is the danger?"

Jiulu Zhenjun said with a wandering look: "The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed!"

Su Yang immediately nodded with some insight and said, "That is to say, you didn't calculate it, right?"

Jiulu Zhenjun nodded innocently and said, "That's exactly what it means."

Su Yang had a deep contempt in his silver eyes and said, "I really want to give myself a big mouth now. What is the wrong thing about me? What should I say to you, a divination master who is not even a third-rate?"

Jiulu Zhenjun's hexagram skills have always been wrong, and they either can't calculate anything at all. It would be useless to ask Su Yang to calculate a hexagram with him.

Jiulu Zhenjun also knew how many pounds he was, so Su Yang did not refute at all when he despised him, but said with the flow: "Although my hexagram skills are not very good, I also know one thing, that is, no matter how suspicious you are, it is useless. What will happen will happen eventually. I have overcome so many difficulties in the past, do you still care about this?"

Su Yang smiled and said, "After talking for a long time, you finally said something in my heart. Yes, I don't like to wait passively. It's better to take the initiative, find the old liar, beat it up, and explain clearly what's going on."

The Lord Jiulu Zhenjun hurriedly grabbed Su Yang and said, "Come on, let it be, but don't mess with the old liar Sanshang. Could it be that you still feel that you are not weak enough?"

Su Yang thought about it, too. In addition, he was an existence in the same era as Jiulu Zhenjun. He didn’t know that he had lived for tens of thousands of years, or even longer. Maybe he might not be his opponent if he grabbed the other party.

Moreover, the old liar, Sanshuo Taoist, felt strange in both appearance and disappearance, and whether he could catch it is still a question.

So, Su Yang could only stop this matter for the time being. Anyway, he has never been calm in his life and has never been short of trouble. Since he has encountered trouble again, then face it calmly and there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome.

As soon as he thought of this, Su Yang felt a little relieved and began to sit down and taste tea and eat some snacks. He also talked to Master Jiulu about the interesting stories about his era and learned more about the Sanshou Taoist.

I have to say that although this Sanshou Taoist is not well-known, he is also a strange person.

No one knows the origin of the Three Huo Taoist. A master of hexagram once heard his interesting news and specifically started searching for it, but he could not calculate anything. It seemed that something had blinded the secrets of heaven, which made the Three Huo Taoist's body look a little more mysterious.

In addition, the well-read and knowledgeable true master of Jiulu admitted that although the Taoist Sanshuo was the most active in his era, some very remote and unpopular classics recorded his activities. Although most of them did not speak like each other, they can also be traced back to earlier eras.

Immortality has always been the concept pursued by monks all over the world. Throughout history, even the Supreme Holy Spirit, the Five Dao Lord, and the Great Sage of the Heavens have not been able to seek immortality. These three Taoists have appeared in various periods, which is really surprising and speculative.

At the same time, from the words of Jiulu Zhenjun, he seemed to have a better understanding of the Three Huo Taoist Taoist than ordinary people. He always had some slander and gritted teeth in his words, making Su Yang clearly realize that Jiulu Zhenjun and Sanhuo Taoist had more or less contact, so his understanding of the Three Huo Taoist Taoist would definitely be more than that.

However, the old bastard Jiulu Zhenjun always speaks more and less, and always deliberately hides many important things, and even some of the situations are just mentioned. But if you ask in detail, the old bastard will pretend that he has not said it before, and can always make Su Yang itchy and want to beat him up.

In short, Su Yang keenly realized that Jiulu Zhenjun and Sanshuo Taoist should be both the same type of people. They would never be as simple as they seem on the surface. They have lived desperately since ancient times and must be planning something.

It’s a pity that although Su Yang’s strength is not weak now, he is still a little short of a real top-level existence. He still cannot successfully tear open the mouth of the Lord Jiulu Zhenjun, so he can only bear it for the time being.

In this way, when Su Yang talked about some ancient secrets with the Lord Jiulu, Diya and Tu Jiaojiao both returned one after another. Both of them were happy, and they obviously had a good harvest, and they seemed to have no accidents.

Su Yang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Jiulu Zhenjun also smiled and said, "It seems that the hexagram of the old liar Sanshuo should be Jian Wanli and Song Shan. Now that we are fine, everything will be over, so we don't have to worry about it."

Su Yang thoughtfully said, "If this is the case, then it will naturally be the best."

How come Lord Jiulu didn't hear anything in Su Yang's words? But it's useless to say more now. Anyway, it's just a wait. If something really happens, you can find a way to solve it.

So, Su Yang and Jiulu Zhenjun didn't say much nonsense. Everyone saw that Su Yang was in a bad mood, and they didn't say much, and they chose to remain silent for the time being.

And at this moment, Su Yang suddenly glanced at something from the corner of his eyes, stood up suddenly, and said hideously: "Sanxue!"

After saying that, Su Yang jumped, used his escape technique and rushed to chase him out.

The reaction of the Lord Jiulu Zhenjun was not much slower than Su Yang. He also stood up with a slight noise and looked over Su Yang's gaze. He immediately saw a guy who was looking at the deer-headed rat, thief hiking in the crowd.

Then, the Lord Jiulu Zhenjun immediately followed Su Yang to chase him out, but with his powerful cultivation and Su Yang, he only chased after a while, and found that he had lost his target and actually lost it.

Su Yang's face turned pale again on the spot. Standing among the bustling crowd, he inexplicably felt like he was looking for a needle in a haystack, which was not pleasant no matter what.

Jiulu Zhenjun shook his head and said, "Stop chasing, I have never heard of anyone successfully capture the old liar Sanshuo. Most of the time it is you, I definitely can't do it."

Su Yang could only sigh helplessly and turned back to the VIP area. But before he could sit down, Diya said, "Ah, midnight is here, everyone will have a happy birthday celebration."

Su Yang was slightly stunned, and then he realized that he was just thinking about the matter about the Sanshuo Taoist and actually forgot the main business.

At the same time, the loud bell sound was like the sound of a god, constantly spreading out golden sound waves, coming in a way that looked extremely sacred, making the entire main venue of the Holy Birth Festival look golden.

Immediately afterwards, under the cover of the holy light, the gate of the temple specially built by the main venue was opened, and the melodious, sacred, and tender singing sounded, just like clear flowing water brushing through the heart, which could inexplicably soothe the irritability in the heart.

For a moment, the main venue, which was originally a little noisy, suddenly became quiet. Everyone subconsciously put down what they were doing, especially some gods who belonged to the gods. They lowered their proud heads with a grateful heart, listened carefully, and sang with the sound.

At this moment, some faint candlelight flashed from the temple gate and slowly walked out with the singing. They were the children of the gods holding candles, wearing holy white clothes, dressed up cleanly, singing and singing in their tender but sacred voices.

Later, Zhan Ping'an also appeared. She was wearing a dark golden armor and stood on a chariot. The chariot was pulled by eight white horses without any variegated colors. It looked quite good, just like the God of War was patrolling the huge country he captured.

"Great Supreme God!" A god who had been waiting for a long time immediately knelt down on one knee with great excitement. A large area of ​​darkness made the foreign monks standing here look very embarrassed. They took the initiative to let them aside and wait in the designated area. After all, no matter what, this moment is a festival for gods. If you don't want to die, just stand aside.

When Zhan Ping'an appeared, the twelve main gods, thirty-six upper gods, seventy-two middle gods, and thirty-five lower gods all followed.

But they were destined to be unable to enjoy the treatment of Zhan Ping'an. They were honestly wearing gorgeous clothes, following Zhan Ping'an like stars holding the moon, moving forward slowly with kindness and sacred faces.
Chapter completed!