Han Yue Sanren pondered for a moment and replied:

"According to the teacher's words, in an era that was even older than ancient times, a catastrophe occurred, and all the gods and Buddhas of heaven were destroyed...

And this catastrophe is related to the spiritual tide."

When it comes to understanding the theory of tides, there is naturally no one in this world that can surpass Hanyue Sanren. He talked freely and attracted the disciples behind him.

"According to the teacher's intention, the spiritual tide is like a fairy and Buddha, like a fish and water. If it is lacking, it will die. And the more the 'big fish' is, the faster it will die when the tide is ebbing. Instead, it is a small fish fry that will live longer..."

"Similarly, when the tide comes, small fry will appear first... Ghosts, of course, are not just ghosts...

Teacher, who calls everything different from others, collectively called ghosts. He has been looking for traces of immortals and Buddhas throughout his life, but he himself does not believe in immortals and Buddhas..."

While talking, Han Yue San seemed to be trapped in memories.

Spiritual Tide, Hundred Ghosts, Fairy Mountains...

Listening to Han Yue Sanren's words, Yang Yu didn't speak for a long time. After thinking about it for a long time, he said:

"If we follow the tide theory, it seems that the fairy mountain is not yet reappearing, that square mountain..."

"This is what the prince really wants to know, right?"

After gently wiping away the water marks at the corners of his eyes, Han Yue Sanren came to his senses and looked at Yang Yu deeply:

"It's a pity that I don't know about this problem. In the final analysis, the family teacher is a human being, not a god..."

"Thank you, Master, for answering your questions."

Yang Yu nodded, instead of finding out the truth, he asked:

"Before, Taoist priest once said that if Yang wants to break the disaster, he needs to go out of the frontier..."

"Prince, some words are not something I deliberately make for mystery, but because of my supernatural powers, so I can only do this..."

Drinking the wine in one cup, Hanyue San suddenly asked:

"I dare to ask how the prince is now compared to Prince Zhao back then?"

"Um?"

Yu Yang raised his eyebrows:

"Is this related to that disaster?"

“It does have some relationship…”

After Han Yue Sanren pondered slightly, he looked around. The disciples all came back to their senses, looked at each other and left the door one after another.

Then he sent a message:

"More than fifty years ago, I met Prince Zhao once, and at that time, I also left a criticism for him..."

Yu Yang frowned slightly without interrupting.

"At that time, Prince Zhao was just like the king of today, and was as angry as a tiger, and the highest point of the world, but I saw the disaster from him that day..."

Hanyue Sanren is very cautious in transmitting the voice:

"The innate destiny and acquired destiny, the combination of the two is destiny. A person lives for a lifetime and is the combination of destiny and destiny...

The so-called disaster comes from luck and responds to fate. In the final analysis, it is a collision that will inevitably be triggered by the interweaving of destiny of different people.

It’s like, if you and him want a Taoist fruit, and you can’t give in, the result will be divided into different levels, even life and death…”

What he wanted to explain was more detailed, but Yang Yu nodded and signaled him to continue talking.

With the broken pages of life and death, his understanding of fate has been deeper than that of Hanyue Sanren.

"...I came here first to worship Prince Zhao. When I passed through Longyuan, I had a whim and found that the disaster that the prince was about to encounter was very similar to Prince Zhao..."

Han Yue Sanren's expression was solemn, and he also made an assertion:

"It's not just Heishan who targeted the prince. There should be someone else behind Liansheng..."

Lu Chen?

Yang Yu's eyes condensed.

The old monster of Black Mountain is extremely cautious and has no confidence and will never take action. However, compared to the person who is suspected to be Lu Chen, he seems a little too bold.

Until this time, he didn't even know where the person was or what he wanted. He only knew that he seemed to want to cut off his path to immortality.

But for what, he couldn't figure out...

"well……"

As he said that, Han Yue San couldn't help but sigh:

"It's not that I don't want to see the prince, but that I know that once I meet you, the person behind me will definitely focus on me..."

"It was Mr. Yang who was abrupt..."

Seeing that Yang Yu seemed to be apologized, the old Taoist waved his hand again:

"I didn't expect the situation today. He really came to the door, but it was nothing. Who would be afraid of if he was dying?"

"I just hope that the prince will protect my disciples and many confidants in order to speak out for me, in order to protect me, and to protect me, the disciples and many confidants..."

While speaking, the old Taoist stood up and bowed slightly.

Yu Yang reached out to support the old Taoist:

"How many are there?"

"Those who have passed away are not counted. Now there are seventy-three people living here..."

Hanyue San people have a little remembrance:

"It's really no fun for people to live for too long. Beautiful and white hair is the most painful thing in the world..."

“…”

Yu Yang was speechless for a moment.

"The prince probably despises me, believing that my husband's desires are hard to fill and harms his good family... But I have always been in love before desires, never forcing others to be difficult, and it is difficult to break up..."

The wine gourd shook, and the cold moon dispersed people's wishes were different:

"Your Majesty is too young this year, maybe you don't understand, but one day, you will live for hundreds of years and your relatives and friends will be gone...

When people live, they always have some sustenance. This is the mystery of the method of keeping precepts..."

"...This is my handwriting. If you send someone to come, as long as you bring it, the purple robe will be arranged."

Yang Yu naturally didn't bother to talk about this with a bad old man. He threw down his waist card, stopped the old Taoist, and asked the last question:

"What are the white mountains and black waters?"

The saying of Baishan and Black Water has been widely circulated over the years, and behind it are many families migrating outside the Great Wall.

"Fortune is like a tide, sometimes rising and sometimes falling. There are always people who are being beaten into the deep valley by the tide, and there are always people who are standing at the forefront..."

This matter, Hanyue Sanren did not avoid it, and he said it very bluntly:

"The fortune of the next three hundred years will be between the white mountains and black waters. Those who follow suit will go well, while those who reverse will be plagued by cholera..."

At this point, the old Taoist stopped stopping, clasped his fists slightly, and had already left the room:

"If you believe in fate, you will have it; if you don't believe in it, you will not. The prince will just take it as a fun thing to listen to it.

How can a wise man have the final say in this world?”

call!

Calm down in the restaurant.

No more stopping. Yang Yu thought for a long time before looking at the table. The words condensed from the wine remained undisturbed:
Chapter completed!