A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

Yan Shouyi knelt at the door.

He gripped his own neck tightly with both hands.

But the baby's cries kept coming out of his throat.

"Wow--"

"mother……"

"pain……"

The sound was faint, yet shrill.

The entire Wenxuan Hall was deathly silent.

The Xuanmen masters, who had been sitting upright just moments before, now had completely changed their expressions.

Some people held their teacups suspended in mid-air, not putting them down for a long time.

Some people subconsciously reached for the ritual implements on their wrists.

Some people lowered their heads, not daring to look at Yan Shouyi.

Some people looked at Chen Bufan, their eyes revealing fear for the first time.

Who is Yan Shouyi?

Successor of Chishong Temple.

They claim to be able to examine ancestral graves, improve one's fortune, and ward off disasters and calamities.

He was considered a prominent figure within the Xuanmen Association.

Over the years, countless wealthy wives have sought children, countless business owners have sought to change their fortunes, and countless people have asked him to examine ancestral graves.

His appearance fee is not low.

It was a grand affair.

Many of the association's members even regarded him as a senior.

But now?

He knelt on the ground.

The protective bead shattered on the ground.

The sound of a baby crying came out of its mouth.

The so-called life-protecting artifacts were actually used to seal the fetal soul.

The so-called "child-giving ritual" is actually a way to extort money by exploiting the innocent souls of unborn children.

That was a brutal cut.

He was so ruthless that none of the many masters of the Xuanmen sect dared to speak up for him immediately.

Lin Wanqing walked up to Yan Shouyi, her tone icy:

"Strictly adhere to the principle of 'one's principles'."

"You are suspected of illegally detaining a fetal spirit, using feudal superstition to commit fraud, and may also be involved in multiple criminal cases, including illegally obtaining medical privacy, buying and selling pregnancy and childbirth information, and intentional injury."

"Please cooperate with the investigation now."

Yan Shou's eyeball suddenly bulged.

The baby's cries hadn't stopped coming from his throat.

He wanted to speak, but could only manage to squeeze out broken, intermittent sounds.

"Help...help me..."

Nobody moved.

Those who had spoken up for him earlier all fell silent.

Two detectives stepped forward and pinned Yan Shouyi down from the ground.

Yan Shouyi convulsed violently when touched.

The black energy within the broken beads on his wrist, like a torn thread, dissipated outwards.

Chen Bufan said calmly:

"Don't break the beads yet."

Lin Wanqing immediately raised her hand:

"stop."

The detective paused.

Chen Bufan walked over, took out a piece of yellow paper, and covered the broken beads with it.

Then he gently pressed down the money.

The crying finally subsided a little.

Beneath those pearly powders, several very faint white shadows could be faintly seen.

Very small.

very weak.

Like a child who was locked in darkness before he was even born.

Inside the main hall, someone turned their face away.

Chen Bufan looked at the white figures, his voice turning colder:

"Now you know you shouldn't watch it?"

"Why didn't anyone close their eyes when they were sealing them off?"

After those words were spoken, the hall fell even quieter.

Bai Yunhe finally stood up slowly.

He knew he could no longer remain silent.

No matter how dirty Yan Shouyi is, he is still one of the seniors invited by the Xuanmen Association today.

If we don't cut ties, the entire association will be dragged down.

Bai Yunhe said in a deep voice:

"Chen Bufan".

"If Yan Shouyi truly harms people with evil methods, the Xuanmen Association will absolutely not cover it up."

"But this matter still needs to be investigated."

"Now that you have publicly exposed his misdeeds, the association will cooperate with the police."

As he said this, his gaze swept over everyone in the room.

"A few bad apples cannot represent the entire Xuanmen (Taoist school)."

As soon as these words were spoken, some people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Vice President Bai is right."

"If Yan Shouyi is wrong, it is because of his own evil intentions."

"The Xuanmen Association has been upholding righteousness and eliminating evil for so many years, and it cannot be smeared because of Yan Shouyi."

"Chen Bufan, you cannot use Yan Shouyi alone to negate the entire Xuanmen."

"There are still more good people than bad in the righteous path of Taoism."

These voices gradually rose up.

It's like they've finally found a new fig leaf.

A few bad apples.

Individual behavior.

The association was unaware of this.

Chen Bufan had heard this line far too many times.

The Song family said that Zheng Fu's actions were personal.

Xuanqing Culture says that Xuanmingzi's actions were personal.

The Changsheng Foundation stated that Gu Huai'an's actions were personal.

Now, the Xuanmen Association also says that Yan Shouyi is a few bad apples.

Chen Bufan suddenly smiled.

She laughed very softly.

Bai Yunhe looked at him, his brows slightly furrowed.

"What are you laughing at?"

Chen Bufan raised his eyes and scanned both sides of the main hall.

"A few bad apples?"

He walked forward slowly.

"it is good."

"Then I'll take a look today; there are a few isolated cases here."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere, which had just relaxed, instantly tightened again.

Many Taoist masters looked grim.

Someone angrily said:

"Chen Bufan, don't go too far!"

"You've already ruined Yan Shouyi, what more do you want to do?"

"Are you going to interrogate all these senior figures?"

"Can the Chen family fortune tellers really be this arrogant?"

"What do you take the Xuanmen Association for?!"

Chen Bufan stopped in his tracks.

He looked at the person who had spoken.

The man was in his forties and wore a blue long gown.

He was holding a compass in his hand.

Chen Bufan glanced at it only once and said indifferently:

"There's a talisman made of a woman's hair pressing down on your compass."

The man in the blue robe's expression changed drastically.

Chen Bufan continued:

"Don't rush."

"It's not your turn yet."

The man in the blue robe broke out in a cold sweat and dared not utter another sound.

This scene brought silence to the hall once again.

Chen Bufan walked to the long table in the center of the hall.

Bai Yunhe's eyes darkened.

"Chen Bufan, what do you want to do?"

Chen Bufan did not answer.

He placed the "Record of Heavenly Mandate" on the long table.

The book was not fully opened.

Only a corner was visible.

Then, he took out an old copper coin and pressed it into the center of the book.

clang.

The copper coin fell.

The sound was very soft.

It felt like a knock on everyone's heart.

The lights in the Wenxuan Hall suddenly dimmed for a moment.

It's not a power outage.

It wasn't the wind blowing.

Instead, the flames of all the bronze lamps simultaneously shortened.

The incense smoke inside the hall no longer drifted upwards.

Instead, it sank slowly.

It was as if something unseen was pressing down on the entire hall.

Several young disciples turned pale.

"What happened?"

"Why are the lights off?"

"What did he do?"

Bai Yunhe suddenly looked at the "Record of Destiny".

For the first time, genuine fear flashed in his eyes.

The Chen family's "Record of Destiny".

Judgment document.

Legend has it that it doesn't judge heaven and earth, but only human lives.

Bai Yunhe said in a deep voice:

"Chen Bufan".

"Do you dare to hold a trial in the Xuan Palace?"

Chen Bufan looked up.

"Where is the Mysterious Palace?"

He glanced at the plaque above his head that read "Orthodox Xuanmen".

"This place used to be called the Fate-Asking Platform."

"After the Chen family's incident, you changed your name to Wenxuantai."

"Now I'm taking back the word 'life'."

The words fell.

The copper coin trembled slightly.

hum.

An invisible aura emanated from the long table.

In the entire hall, faint shadows began to appear behind everyone.

These shadows are invisible to ordinary people.

Lin Wanqing could only feel the air suddenly turn cold.

But Chen Bufan could see it clearly.

Behind someone stood a woman who was crying.

A dark, infant-like figure was perched on someone's shoulder.

Someone had half a red rope dragging under their feet.

Behind someone, there is a patch of grave soil.

Some people have several lines of misfortune wrapped around their bodies.

On the top of someone's head, black life lines were faintly visible.

The hall was filled with mysterious gates.

A house full of debts of life.

Chen Bufan's gaze grew colder and colder.

Not all of these people are bad.

Some people leave behind a clean legacy.

Some people do indeed rely on their genuine skills to assess feng shui, resolve disasters, and help others.

But there were more dirty people than he had imagined.

Moreover, some debts of life are hidden very deeply.

It's like being suppressed by some kind of association-level rules.

Chen Bufan finally understood why the "Record of Destiny" said:

The traitors hid within the Xuanmen (mysterious gate).

This is not a problem for any one person.

Within the entire Xuanmen (Taoist sect), there have long been people who have packaged evil practices as rules, life-selling as services, money-swindling as offerings, and harming people as karma.

Bai Yunhe looked into Chen Bufan's eyes and his heart sank.

He had a bad feeling.

Chen Bufan's gaze swept over the people on both sides.

Finally, it stopped on the white crane.

Bai Yunhe sat behind the long table.

Keep your back straight.

Neatly arranged white hair.

He looks upright and proper.

But in Chen Bufan's eyes, there were three life-threatening figures standing behind him.

The first person was a middle-aged man.

There was a bloody hole in his chest.

The second one was a woman.

His abdomen was black, as if it had been drained dry by something.

The third person was an old man.

A red thread was wrapped around his neck, and his eyes were filled with resentment.

The three shadowy figures stood behind Bai Yunhe.

This is not ordinary resentment.

It is a debt.

The life debt of Bai Yunhe.

Chen Bufan looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Vice President Bai."

Bai Yunhe's eyelids twitched.

Chen Bufan's voice was calm, yet it fell like a knife.

"Those three lives behind you."

"How do you plan to calculate it?"