Chapter 710: Tuibei Tu, Li Daoxuan died in the 17th year of Kaiyuan!
From childhood to adulthood, the name of a man kept appearing in Yang Yuhuan's ears, Li Daoxuan.
His father admired him highly, and even his mother, who only liked to burn incense and worship Buddha and live a life of peace with the world, revered Li Daoxuan as a god when she heard his name.
This name is known to every household throughout Shuzhou , and stories about him are circulated in the streets and alleys and have lasted for a long time.
After hearing these three words so many times, Yang Yuhuan felt a little disgusted. In her imagination, Li Daoxuan was an old man over a hundred years old who liked to play tricks to fool the world and had ill intentions towards her.
But when she saw it with her own eyes, she realized how wrong she was.
Not only did he look very young, but for some reason, when he looked at her, her heart trembled, and she always felt unusually familiar and kind.
Seemingly familiar.
"Changle, take her down."
"yes!"
Changle left with Yang Yuhuan, who kept looking back.
Suddenly, the little girl stopped and shouted, "Old Demon Li, I'm not afraid of you. If you don't accept me as your apprentice, I will definitely be your apprentice!"
"You will definitely cry and beg me to be your apprentice!"
The little girl's natural rebelliousness was aroused again.
She had already prepared herself mentally to become your disciple, but in the end, you were unwilling to accept me?
Good, good, good!
This was definitely a huge blow to the girl who was conceited about her genius, but she was not willing to give up. She was prepared to practice hard, show her talents, and then make Li Lao Mo regret it.
Don’t look down on a young girl because she is poor!
Li Daoxuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled without saying anything and simply ignored it, treating it as childish talk.
When my senior sister regains her memory, I can to make fun of her.
Changle hurried away with the ferocious little Yuhuan in her arms, fearing that she would talk nonsense again. She walked for a long distance before putting her down.
"Fairy Changle, you shouldn't have stopped me just now."
Yang Yuhuan said very seriously: "I wanted to remind Li Lao Mo that the white-haired old Taoist priest who played chess with him... is not a human!"
She discovered this secret when she listened to the other person's inner thoughts just now.
That person is a ghost!
Changle was not surprised, but just sighed softly, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
"His name is Li Chunfeng. You should have heard of this name."
Yang Yuhuan was shocked and said, "Of course I've heard of it. He and Yuan Tiangang are said to be the best physiognomists in the world. How could he become... a ghost?"
"Strictly speaking, he is not a ghost, but the last wisp of obsession that cannot be dissipated."
Changle looked into her eyes and said seriously, "This is also the reason why I don't let you talk nonsense. Master may seem easygoing, but he is actually not happy in his heart."
"Because this was the last game of chess he played with an old friend."
…
Li Daoxuan held a black chess piece in his hand, paused it on the chessboard, and then it shifted slightly and fell down.
The situation remains stalemate and difficult to resolve.
Li Chunfeng shook his head and surrendered.
"Master, from the beginning till now, you have regretted your moves four times and made three deliberate mistakes. In fact, you were trying to make me win this game. You could have won it a long time ago."
Li Daoxuan looked at him. The two met when they were in their twenties. They didn't interact much, but they had a very rare tacit understanding.
During the years that Li Chunfeng was in charge of the Imperial Observatory, he never made a mistake.
Now his hair is full of silver frost, his face is covered with wrinkles, but his clothes are still neat and tidy, he sits upright, and not even a single hair is out of place.
Li Daoxuan sighed softly, took a sip of wine, and said, "There is no banquet that will never end, and there is no chess game that can go on forever. Well, Brother Li, since we have known each other for a while, I will take you here."
Li Chunfeng smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, Imperial Master, for your help."
He reached out and took out a book from his arms. When the book appeared, the golden crow patrolling the sky suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a brilliant starry sky, full of mysteries and wonders beyond words.
Li Daoxuan stared at the three big words on the book.
Tuibeitu!
He sighed in his heart. It seemed that Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang could not escape their own fate. After all, they wrote this wonderful book which has been famous for thousands of years.
Tuibeitu is not a book that teaches people how to do massage, but a strange book that predicts the future.
This book predicted the history of two thousand years after the Tang Dynasty and was talked about by later generations. Of course, because the secrets cannot be revealed, the so-called prophecies are very obscure.
"Before my senior brother died, he had a premonition that there would be a terrible catastrophe in the world. For this reason, he and I used the secret techniques of cutting the sky and repairing the sky to conduct a final deduction."
"The result of the deduction is this book."
Li Daoxuan took the book, which felt cold to the touch, like metal. He opened it and found that it was filled with all kinds of strange patterns and words. Even he, who had studied Zi Wei Dou Shu in depth, could not figure out the secret.
But he could sense that this thing was completely different from the Tuibei Tu in his memory.
"The Imperial Master can use his soul to communicate with this book and then he will know its use."
Li Daoxuan nodded, and then sank his soul into the book. Some information suddenly emerged in his mind, which was how to use this book.
He thought about it and asked a question about the book.
"How long will Li Longji live?"
Li Longji ascended the throne just as in history. After Wu Zetian's death, Li Xian succeeded to the throne, but he was too fond of Empress Wei, and was poisoned by the greedy Empress Wei. She attempted to ascend the throne and hold power herself, just like Wu Zetian.
But she overestimated herself after all. She had the ambition of Wu Zetian but lacked the corresponding skills and abilities.
Li Longji joined forces with Princess Taiping and launched a coup, pushing his father Li Dan to the throne as emperor, and he naturally became the crown prince.
Later, Li Longji defeated Princess Taiping, ascended the throne and completely controlled the Tang Empire, creating the Kaiyuan Prosperity which is famous for thousands of years.
The runes and patterns on the Tuibei Tu began to flow, giving people the feeling that a sophisticated instrument was constantly running, refracting the light of the stars.
The stars in the sky seemed to have changed as well, and were vaguely connected to this book, with a mysterious connection.
A line of words condensed from planetary light appeared in the blank space of the book.
"Li Longji was born in August of the first year of Chuigong and died in the seventeenth year of Kaiyuan. He died in a catastrophe in the world. He led the Li Tang Empire to perish together with his enemies and refused to surrender until his death."
Li Daoxuan raised his eyebrows. A catastrophe in the world?
He asked another question.
"Can Yang Yuhuan awaken her past life memories and become Taizhen?"
The Tuibei Tu was run again, and this time it took longer. After a long time, a line of planetary light ancient seals appeared.
"No, Yang Yuhuan followed the immortals to practice since she was young. After coming down the mountain, she assisted Li Tang. She died in the 17th year of Kaiyuan. She died in a catastrophe in the world. Her body and soul disappeared."
Li Daoxuan's eyes fixed.
Another human catastrophe!
After thinking for a while, he asked one last question.
“When will I die?”
This time, Tuibei Tu took longer. After a full quarter of an hour, a line of small characters slowly emerged.
"Li Daoxuan, the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty, the Dragon-Tiger Immortal, was born in the seventh year of Daye and died in the seventeenth year of Kaiyuan. He died in a catastrophe in the human world, his body disappeared, and his soul was scattered."
Li Daoxuan did not feel panicked, but instead showed a hint of sneer.
He fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood and had overcome all kinds of difficulties. Naturally, he would not be afraid of a prophecy, even if it was the Tuibei Tu.
Li Chunfeng sighed and said, "Master, everyone, even all living things in the world, will be destroyed in that catastrophe. My brother and I have used this book to deduce 129,600 ways to save the world, but... without exception, we have all failed."
There was one thing he didn't say. In order to deduce the way to save the world, he exhausted all his own cultivation and devoted himself to the deduction, so that his black hair turned white and his life was about to end.
It was his senior brother who pushed him from behind, which suddenly woke him up.
That is why this book is called "Tui Bei Tu".
Three days later, his senior brother passed away. After burying his senior brother, he continued to deduce the truth unwillingly. Eventually, he exhausted all his lifespan, but his obsession remained for a long time, just to entrust the "Tui Bei Tu" to one person.
Li Daoxuan stroked the Tui Bei Tu, his eyes deep, and said: "I think I might know what the great catastrophe is."
Li Chunfeng's eyes lit up, and he didn't notice that his body had gradually become transparent.
"I will use the Tui Bei Tu well and try my best to prevent the catastrophe. If there is an outstanding successor to Lou Guan Dao in the future, I will return the book to him."
Li Daoxuan looked at the old friend who was gradually disappearing and quietly expressed his promise.
For the sake of this book "Tui Bei Tu", Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang, the two masters of Louguan Taoism, have burned everything they have, leaving behind even their souls.
Li Chunfeng had a trace of obsession attached to this Tuibei Tu, and now he finally found someone worthy of trust. The obsession dissipated and everything became empty.
But Li Daoxuan knew that his concern and dedication for the people of the world and the country would not be in vain.
Li Chunfeng stood up, straightened his clothes for the last time, then bowed to Li Daoxuan meticulously, and his figure completely disappeared.
Li Daoxuan did not say anything , but just poured some wine to bid farewell to his old friend.
…
The stars fade away and the day returns, as if an era has changed.
Li Daoxuan put away the sadness in his heart, looked at the "Tuibei Tu" in his hand, and pondered silently for a while.
In the 17th year of Kaiyuan…
It is now the seventh year of Kaiyuan, which means that in ten years, the catastrophe will come and all living things between heaven and earth will be destroyed.
The Kaiyuan Prosperity, which had reached its peak, would come to an abrupt end, and Li Longji would even lead the entire empire to destruction.
Even Li Daoxuan himself will perish.
What kind of catastrophe was that?
"The Book of Changes" cannot give an answer. It is already very rare that it can calculate an approximate time, but Li Daoxuan can guess one or two.
The horrible monster that treated gods and Buddhas as food and put all the saints into a deep sleep is about to wake up completely.
The world will fall into a final catastrophe, or a final decisive battle.
Li Daoxuan silently called out the goddess's name several times, but still no response.
Over the years, he would recite it silently three times every day, day after day, year after year, but always to no avail.
That word "wait" seems to be endless.
What exactly was that terrifying monster? What was the plan of the saints? He knew nothing about the impending final catastrophe.
"I must break through to the Heavenly Immortal Realm as soon as possible."
Li Daoxuan lowered his eyes to look at the "Tuibei Tu" and asked another question.
"Where are all the evil gods hiding in the world?"
