Chapter 96 Three Does Not Count
There are several kinds of people in this world whose divinations cannot be interpreted or their fortunes calculated. The first kind is the emperor. Every emperor is appointed by heaven. No matter it is Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng, Guiguzi or Zhuge Liang, they dare not interpret the divinations or calculate the fortunes for the emperor, because they simply cannot afford to calculate them unless they dare to sacrifice their own lives to calculate them.
Just like when the emperor issues an imperial edict, he always starts with a sentence like "The Emperor, by the Mandate of Heaven, decrees so." That means the emperor is recognized by heaven, and no one below heaven can interpret the emperor's orders.
In history, there was only one person who dared to tell fortunes for emperors. No one knew his name, but people respectfully called him the Clay Buddha. He once told fortunes for an emperor, but the result was that the emperor developed poisonous sores on his face, his body was ulcerated, he was blind and had a crooked nose. Ever since that time, the Clay Buddha has been living on in a miserable state.
In addition to the emperor's fate, there is another type of person who is about to die, also called a dead person. This person is about to die, and his fate has already been determined by the King of Hell. If you continue to tell his fortune, wouldn't that be going against the King of Hell?
If the King of Hell wants you to die at three o'clock in the morning, he will not keep you until five o'clock. This sentence is not said for no reason. If any fortune teller dares to interpret the fortune for a person who is about to be buried and predicts that he can live even for one more minute, the King of Hell will definitely let you know one truth, which is Nozuonodie.
Apart from the emperor's life and the dead's life, the remaining one is people like Wang Jingzhe, who are condemned by heaven and do not count!
At this time, Sun Yang fell to the ground with a weak breath, disordered pulse, and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he was on his last legs.
After Chang Zijing took his pulse, he frowned and said, "The doctor should be here before tomorrow morning. Old Sun will be fine until tomorrow morning. His life is fine. It's probably just that his soul is damaged and he is mentally exhausted."
After Chang Zijing finished speaking, he looked at Wang Jingzhe with horror and said in disbelief: "The hexagram is confusing, so it can't be interpreted. Old Sun forced himself to interpret the hexagram for you, so you are definitely not destined to be an emperor. You don't look like a dying person, so there is only one possibility left... If you are punished by heaven and God doesn't forgive you, then naturally no one can interpret you. This is impossible. Who are you?"
Wang Jingzhe put his hands behind his back, leaning back at a 45-degree angle, and his words revealed a strong sense of pretentiousness: "I am not even afraid of God, so why should I be afraid of you? Fighting against the sky is endless fun, right?"
"We can't defeat God, but we can defeat you." Qi Zhengkun and the other two, as well as Chang Zijing who helped Sun Yang to the side, came over and surrounded Wang Jingzhe.
The man outside the courtyard suddenly waved at Qi Zhengkun and walked over here: "I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Hu Hu"
Wang Jingzhe had already figured out that this group of people was led by the young man outside the courtyard. This man looked the youngest, but he was clearly in a dominant position every time he spoke.
"My name is Hu Hu, the master of Xuanmen Mountain..."
Wang Jingzhe frowned when he heard this. Each of the five sects of Xuanmen has a leader, and they each lead a sect. In the Xuanmen headquarters, they are like the five permanent members of the United Nations. Although they belong to the headquarters, they have a lot of autonomy. Their status is similar to that of the leader of Maoshan and the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain. This man can become a mountain master at such a young age. He is definitely not worse than Cui Xuance, who is known as the brightest star in Nan Kunlun. His status may even be higher. After all, the other party is only the designated leader of Nan Kunlun, while he has become the mountain master.
Hu Hu pointed at the bag on Wang Jingzhe's shoulder and said, "If I'm not mistaken, your bag should contain a bunch of scissors or kitchen knives, right? The knife seller hasn't appeared for so many years, but you have come out with great fanfare. I think you must be the one who is said to be punished by heaven every three generations. Let me guess again, since you have come out so openly, it is probably not to experience life, but to solve the curse on yourself, right? Otherwise, you may not live past the age of 30. People are established at the age of 30, and this age is a hurdle. For the knife sellers of your generation, it is probably the crossroads of reincarnation. If you can get through it, you can throw away the curse from now on. If you can't get through it, everything will become a thing of the past. Am I right?"
Wang Jingzhe narrowed his eyes and did not deny: "You know a lot."
Mao Xiaocao, who was standing behind, suddenly looked at Wang Jingzhe's back with a look of astonishment, and his heart started beating wildly. There were also records about people selling knives on credit at Tiandao Peak in Fanjing Mountain.
"No wonder this guy looks so dull and stupid..." Mao Xiaocao muttered with a frown.
Hu Hu laughed and said, "The history of our Xuanmen is not much worse than that of you Shedao people. It may even be longer. The Xuanmen classics once recorded that the Shedao lineage will be punished by heaven every three generations. There is nothing we can do about it. You know too much. And I also know that up to now, most of the Shedao people have not been able to eliminate the curse on their bodies. It's like a tight hoop that the heaven has put on you. It's too difficult to take it off."
"So what?" Wang Jingzhe asked with a frown.
"There are five sects in Xuanmen, and the inheritance of the Shedao is passed down from one sect to another. We don't even know how many disciples we have in the five sects, and no one really knows how deep the foundation of the five sects is. Even I only know about 20% or 30% of Xuanmen. History has gone through thousands of years. Who knows how many stories are written in the classics of Xuanmen? Maybe there is something that can solve the curse of you Shedao people..." Hu Hu said quietly: "You want to live beyond the age of 30, and we want Lianshan and Guizang, how about it?"
Wang Jingzhe sighed and said, "You really drew a big cake for me. It's quite tempting. I can't help but want to open my mouth and take a bite."
Hu Hu said: "I am not writing you a blank check . There are many classics in the Xuanmen, and no one can really read them all. Who knows what possibilities there are in them."
“You might be right.”
"think about it?"
"I don't intend to consider it. Cake is sweet, but unfortunately I never eat sweets," Wang Jingzhe said, shaking his head lightly.
"Shua" Hu Hu's expression suddenly changed, and he asked again: "You really don't want to consider it?"
