Xiang Que was dragged out by several soldiers with a smoldering aura, and then he was brought in front of the general, and he was forced to kneel down again.
Xiang Que knelt obediently on the ground like a helpless little old man.
It seems that he has forgotten that he is a strong saint who can crush the group of soldiers in front of him to death with only one little finger.
"Look up!" the general said lightly.
Xiang Que raised his head, his beard and hair were all white many years ago, his upper part was full of old folds, and his eyes looked very dim, but if someone looked carefully, they would find that his eyes were extremely calm, It seems that everyone in front of him has nothing to do with him.
The general lowered his head, held the long knife at his waist, and said: "I heard that in the Dongyue Temple on Mount Tai, there is an old fairy who is very accurate in seeing a doctor or doing business. This is what you said ?¡±
Xiang Que said in a hoarse voice, "I don't dare to be an old god. If I were a god, I wouldn't be in this Mount Tai cave, but it should be quite accurate."
The general smiled, and suddenly pulled out his saber slowly, and said, "How accurate are you?"
Xiang Que thought for a while and said, "What do you want to be?"
"Then you do the math. When will you be able to become famous and become the king of the people? If you do the math, I will spare your old life. If you don't, I will burn your ruined temple down." , and then chop off your head and use it as a chamber pot for my soldiers!"
Xiang Que looked at the general in front of him calmly, and said slowly: "In three years, you will be called the Northwest King, and in another five years, you will be the King of Ren"
"Haha, you can really pick good things to say, are you afraid that I will chop off your head?"
Xiang Que shook his head, and said: "I haven't finished my words yet. In the tenth year after you become the emperor, there will be a catastrophe. The army will be defeated like a mountain, and the royal city will be empty!"
"Bastard, you old bastard dared to talk to my general like that. It's unreasonable. I chopped off your head. Believe it or not!"
"Stop" The general scolded his subordinates, then stared at Xiang Que's old face and asked, "Do you think your calculations are accurate?"
Xiang Que said flatly: "No, you can chop off my head again in ten years!"
The general took a deep look at him, was silent for a while, then waved to the soldiers around him and said, "Let's go, leave a group of people at the foot of the mountain, take good care of them, and keep this old fairy alive!"
This group of soldiers left with a whimper, and after they left, Xiang Que got up and patted the dust on his body, as if nothing had happened, and came to the backyard of the temple again, seeing that the pot had been burned Can't help but sigh.
For him, this pot of porridge may be more important than the machete that was almost on his neck just now.
After many days, the blood at the foot of Mount Tai has faded a bit, but there are still corpses and dilapidated villages and towns everywhere. The Mount Tai Cave, which was quite crowded with people, suddenly became a dead place. Everywhere is a horrible scene.
Even a century-old dynasty cannot change the cycle of replacement.
This is history. Every time the dynasty changes, the background and price are the displacement of countless Li people, and the corpses are everywhere.
This is the destiny of man, most of which cannot be changed.
A year or two passed in a blink of an eye, and new villages started to appear at the foot of Mount Tai. The mountains and rivers here are fertile and very livable. The corpses that used to be everywhere are all gone. Even if the blood is heavy, it will disappear under the wheel of history.
When a new generation replaces an old one, the dead are dead, after all there are newborn living people.
It's just that although the new villagers all know that there is a Dongyue Temple on the top of Mount Tai, and there is a dirty-looking old man living in it, they don't know that this old man used to have the title of an old land fairy. Emperor Dongyue, but no one has ever asked the old man for advice.
Xiang Que was also happy to be at leisure. He just sat outside the temple and basked in the sun all day long, and it was good if no one disturbed him.
In the third year, the general came again, and this time the battle was much bigger than last time, because he has been fighting east and west for these years, killing all directions, and the number of soldiers under him has increased exponentially. rise, and he has already become a prince.
A few days ago, when this General Yu came near Taishan Cave, he suddenly remembered that he had been here a few years ago, and then he asked an old man in Dongyue Temple to do a fortune telling for him.
He vaguely remembered that the other party said that he would be called the Northwest King in three years, andIf you count the years, it is true that three years have passed, and he has just become a prince of the Northwest.
I don't know if it's a coincidence, or the old man's calculations are really accurate.
General Yu led a large number of his men up the mountain. He was still thinking that after three years, the old man might have died. After all, he was not young at the time.
When I came to Dongyue Temple on the mountain, the old man in front of the temple gate was lying on a chair and dozed off. He seemed to hear footsteps, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"General, do you want to ask this old man for questioning? I'll go and wake him up."
"No need" General Yu waved his hand, came to Xiang Que, looked at him for a while, and then asked slowly: "You seem to be doing a good job, I remember that I happened to be the one who left Taishan Cave so far this year. In the third year, I have now become a prince in the northwest."
Xiang Que didn't get up either, but just nodded.
General Yu stared at his face and said, "You said, in another five years, I will be king?"
Xiang Que said: "If you want, you can come and see after five years?"
At this time, General Yu, who has become the number one general of the Northwest princes, his vision is no longer comparable to that of the past. He has also seen many land gods and cultivators who soar through the clouds and mists. He knows that there are still many capable people in this world, even powerful ones. Everyone can move mountains and fill seas, and stars can move around.
Therefore, General Yu guessed, could it be that the old man in front of him is an old fairy living in seclusion in the mountains and forests?
General Yu didn't ask any more questions, but showed some courtesy and respect. He even bowed his hands to Xiang Que, and then asked people to leave some dry food, and then led them out of Taishan Cave.
Xiang Que didn't feel anything, and he didn't get up from the beginning to the end. After the people left, he closed his eyes again.
Time passed slowly, after three years, it was five years.
The Taishan cave has a radius of thousands of miles, and the dynasty has changed again. General Yu, who was once known as the Northwest King, ascended to the top and became a king of a nearby country.
There are cultivators and sects in Dongtian Paradise, and most of them are cities and kingdoms for mortals, because those cultivators who embarked on the road to immortality also started step by step from ordinary people.
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