My practice narration is weird

Baiyun Temple, a Taoist temple at the highest point.

In a small pavilion outside the Taoist temple, several people were waiting, looking a little anxious and uneasy.

Someone was talking in the catheter.

In front of the statues of the gods, the mysterious real person sat on the futon, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was sleeping.

Ding Wang looked respectful, standing behind the old man with his hands down, reporting what happened before.

The real person didn't react to the rest of the things, but when he said that Lu Chen blocked the magical powers of Ji Wuye and the head of the Cui family with one hand, the old man nodded slightly.

Then he mentioned some "misunderstandings" between the Luo family and Ji Wuye, including some words and deeds of the Cui family against the Luo family.

The little girl didn't say much when she stepped into the hall, but Ji Wuye and the Cui family kept attacking with harsh words.

At the last moment, if Lu Chen didn't take action, the head of the Luo family would have died on the spot.

However, Ding Wang did not mention the initial cause of the dispute, such as "Ye Wuyou" mentioned by Ji Wuye.

Because this person is not worthy of his attention.

Among the younger generation, he only cares about one and a half people.

Luo Qinghan is one.

Ji Wuye is half.

"Master, I was there at the time, but I did not stop their quarrel, and I did not stop it in the end. I don't know whether this is right or wrong. Please teach me."

Ding Wang's voice was flat, and he slowly narrated all this. His innocent eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

Although he asked this, he didn't care whether the others would attack the Luo family.

On the grassland, the strong are the kings, and the weak just kowtow. There is no reason or rules.

When the "Heavenly Khan" is not strong enough one day, he will naturally abdicate. If you don't abdicate, someone will naturally come to help you abdicate, and your end will be even more miserable.

But now he has followed his master out of the barren and backward grassland, and came to Baiyun Temple, standing on the top of the mountain. What he sees now is a scenery that has never been seen on the grassland.

He no longer lives a bloody and brutal life, and he no longer learns the ignorant and backward sacrifices, listening to the so-called "oracle" and bowing and offering everything.

Those things now seem too illusory to him. Even if they really exist in the world, what does it matter? The gods who have never helped people are not as good as pigs and sheep under the knife. At least they can fill people's stomachs after being cooked.

What he is learning now is benevolence, righteousness, morality, and the law of nature.

So, he asked this question, which is a doubt caused by the collision of "strength and weakness" and "morality" and "rules".

The real person still did not open his eyes, but just said slowly like a dream.

"Let it be, be quiet and do nothing..."

Ding Wang nodded and continued to narrate.

After reporting all the affairs, the incense beside the stove was half burned, and the real person gently opened his eyes from the futon as if waking up from a dream.

"Your second uncle came back the day before yesterday."

This sentence made Ding Wang's always calm expression change instantly, and there were some waves.

That Wang Ting real person, came back from outside?

Did he bring that person back?

As if seeing Ding Wang's changing expression, the old real person spoke in a leisurely and calm tone.

"Don't worry, he didn't bring anyone back. The destined person he mentioned didn't seem to like him or Baiyun Temple very much. Now, because he suppressed [annihilation] on the way, he consumed a lot and is now in seclusion."

Ding Wang's face calmed down a little after hearing this, and he seemed to be relieved.

But there was still a thorn hanging in his heart.

Seven realms, seven realms, the quota for the seven realms of Baiyun Temple can only be him, Ding Wang.

The gaze of the Immortal was focused on Ding Wang at this moment. His old but sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through Ding Wang.

"Ding Wang, the reason why I brought you back to the grassland is because you were born with good luck and luck, so you can cultivate the way of luck."

"Your second uncle cultivated the way of fate, so he ran around looking for people with fate."

"And I cultivate fate, the fate of life and property, the fate of destiny."

Ding Wang raised his head slightly and looked at his master, with doubt in his eyes.

What is the master saying this for?

The old Immortal paused, and after seeing Ding Wang's doubtful eyes, he said in a deep voice.

"Luck, fate, and destiny, the three seem to be completely different, but in fact they are the same in the interior. Disciple, do you know what the three of us have in common?"

Ding Wang pondered for a moment, unable to give an answer, and could only bow respectfully.

"Please help me, Master."

The old Immortal sighed slightly, then closed his eyes again, and said softly.

"The similarity is the word [seize]."

"Instead of closing yourself off and looking for the destiny of fate, the destiny you cultivate is better to seize the destiny of others."

"Why does your second uncle cultivate the destiny method to look for people with destiny everywhere? Once Xu Qingyuan died, Zhang Shixuan died, and the people with destiny died, your second uncle has made a step forward."

"The destiny cultivated by the master is naturally..."

The real person stopped talking.

However, Ding Wang's eyes were already bright.

Is that so?

But what should he do?

Ding Wang looked at his master, and his master's response came.

"When you heard that the second uncle did not bring that person back, you seemed to be relieved, but you still had deep concerns in your heart, but you never thought of taking any action, which should not be right."

Ding Wang paused slightly after hearing this, but then understood what his master meant.

"Ding Wang will eliminate all accidents, but that person..."

The tone was a little hesitant, Ding Wang didn't know who the "predestined person" that the second uncle was talking about was.

"Master has asked for you clearly."

"Who?"

"Ye Wuyou."

His body stiffened for a moment, and Ding Wang's already calm face changed again.

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There was a pavilion not far from the Taoist temple.

There were several figures swaying back and forth in it.

Tea on the table was poured one cup after another, until the hot tea was finally cooled by the mountain breeze and no more heat came out.

"Hey, look, he's out." Someone in the pavilion pointed.

Ding Wang's figure walked out of the Taoist temple at this moment, his face was not as calm as before, and he walked towards the outside with a gloomy look in his eyes.

How could it be that person...

There was a voice calling from the pavilion, and Ding Wang turned his head and looked back, and then his body stiffened a little.

He found that he had forgotten something he promised to someone, and he was supposed to ask his master about this matter.

It's not appropriate to go back and ask now.

First, it was a bit embarrassing in front of these people, and second, whether the master would respond to him.

Thinking of this, Ding Wang stood still, but the figures of the few people had already hurried to his front.

"Brother Ding, may I ask what the result is? What did the Great Immortal say?" The voice of the leading woman came immediately.

Ding Wang could see the expectation and eagerness in their eyes.

He was silent for a moment.

Forget it, just fool around, after all, this matter is not something that Baiyun Temple can decide.

Anyway, it's not a big deal.

The woman in front of him saw that Ding Wang didn't respond, and was stunned for a moment. It seemed that she remembered something, and respectfully performed a Taoist etiquette towards him and handed him a jade box.

There was a refined golden pill inside, which was extremely useful for Taoist practitioners.

The woman then looked up, revealing a beautiful face.

She spoke with expectation and respect.

"Brother Ding, it was Fang Ning's impatience that caused me to lose my manners. I hope you won't take it personally."

"After all, this matter is too important. It concerns the lives of tens of millions of people in Da Yan..."

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On the distant official road, Ye Wuyou galloped on his horse.

He was very fast.

The mountain city gradually appeared in front of Ye Wuyou.

However...

From the sky, looking at the winding city in the distance with a huge height difference, Ye Wuyou looked puzzled.

"What the hell is this place? Chongqing?"