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

The moment the black talisman shattered, the Wenxuan Palace completely changed.

The once antique-style hall now seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black mist.

All doors and windows were closed at the same time.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The dull thuds of impact echoed one after another.

The gray-robed disciples outside panicked.

"Why is the door closed?"

"Who activated the sealing formation?"

"What happened inside?"

Someone tried to push the door open from the outside.

However, the main gate of the Xuan Hall remained completely still.

Black runes crawled across the wood grain through the crack in the door, as if they were alive.

Soon, the entire door was sealed shut.

Lin Wanqing drew her gun immediately.

"White Crane!"

"Don't move!"

Just before she pulled the trigger, a piercing static suddenly came through her earphones.

Nourishes—

Communication is interrupted.

Her expression changed, and she immediately looked at the body camera on her wrist.

The screen went black.

My phone has no signal.

The walkie-talkie also lost connection.

Even the equipment on the accompanying police officers was turned off.

A detective whispered:

"Team Leader Lin, all the equipment has been lost."

Lin Wanqing's eyes were icy cold.

"Backup communication?"

"There's no signal either."

Bai Yunhe stood behind the long table and finally smiled.

The laughter no longer carried the dignified and aloof demeanor of the vice president.

All that remained was gloom and smugness.

"Officer Lin."

"Don't waste your energy."

"Once the Wenxuan Palace is sealed with its array, no sound from outside can get in."

"The sounds inside can't get out either."

Lin Wanqing did not lower the gun.

"This is illegal detention."

Bai Yunhe said calmly:

"We'll talk about the law once you're allowed to leave."

Inside the main hall, many members of the Xuanmen sect had already stood up.

Some people looked terrified.

Some people looked bewildered.

Several elderly members of the Xuanmen sect, upon seeing the black patterns spreading across the ground, suddenly changed their expressions.

"Black Fate Mark!"

"This is a talisman to change one's fate!"

"Bai Yunhe, have you gone mad?"

An old Taoist priest with gray hair and beard suddenly stood up, pointed at Bai Yunhe, and shouted angrily:

"You are the vice president of the Xuanmen Association."

"How dare you use a talisman that alters fate in the Mysterious Palace?"

Bai Yunhe glanced at him and sneered:

"Old Taoist Qingyang."

"You've followed those broken rules your whole life, and what have you gotten in return?"

"A dilapidated Taoist temple."

"Three poor apprentices."

"I haven't taken on a single major religious ceremony in over a decade."

"What right do you have to lecture me?"

The old Taoist priest Qingyang's face turned ashen.

"The Taoist path can be impoverished."

"It can't be dirty!"

Bai Yunhe reacted as if he had heard a joke.

"Can't it be dirty?"

"Look at all the people sitting here today."

He raised his hand and swept it across the entire hall of doors.

"Who's clean?"

"They look after the graves of the wealthy."

"To maintain the popularity of celebrities."

"To change the boss's fortune."

"To settle the family's grievances."

"They say they're following the will of Heaven."

"Who among them doesn't secretly use money to change their fate?"

"You're just afraid to be too explicit."

"We dare not cut too much."

"I dare not touch truly important people."

"That's why you're poor."

"You are weak."

"You can only sit here and watch the Xuanmen sect decline year by year."

The old Taoist priest Qingyang was so angry that his hands were trembling.

"This is heretical!"

Bai Yunhe slammed his hand on the long table.

"evil ways?"

"Only those who survive truly attain the Way!"

The black energy spread out from his palm.

On the ground, the black life patterns began to light up in circles.

A huge array gradually appeared on the floor of the main hall, which was originally paved with bluestone.

The formation diagram is centered around a long table.

It extends in all directions.

door.

window.

Pillar.

A futon.

Tea table.

Even the seat of each Xuanmen master is within the array pattern.

Lin Wanqing's face darkened.

"This setup was prepared long ago."

Chen Bufan looked at the ground.

"Um."

"This place was a trap from the moment we entered."

Lin Wanqing gripped the gun tightly.

"Were you waiting specifically for this?"

Chen Bufan nodded.

"right."

Bai Yunhe laughed even more smugly upon hearing this.

"good."

"Chen Bufan, do you think today is a discussion of Taoism?"

"wrong."

"Today is your interrogation day."

He stared at Chen Bufan with a gloomy look in his eyes.

"The Xuanmen Association sent out an invitation."

"The man in the gray robe left his sleeves out for you to see."

"Old Chen left behind words written in blood."

"It's all so that you could come."

"You really came."

Chen Bufan looked up.

Where is Chen Laojiu?

Bai Yunhe smiled.

"You still care about that old man?"

"Back then, he was nothing more than a watchdog for the Chen family."

"Having survived for so many years, it's time to repay what I owe the Xuanmen."

Chen Bufan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

What does he owe?

Bai Yunhe did not answer.

Instead, he raised his hand and pointed to the "Record of Destiny".

"You have the Chen family's judgment decree on you."

"The second floor has been opened."

"They even dared to publicly interrogate the Xuanmen sect."

"You're too dangerous."

"The reason the Chen family was wiped out back then was because you don't understand one thing."

Chen Bufan said:

"What?"

Bai Yunhe sneered:

"A fortune teller cannot stand above everyone else."

"On what grounds?"

"Why should the Chen family, with just one book, the 'Record of Destiny,' be able to judge all the mystical sects in the world?"

"Why should you cut off someone's livelihood with just the phrase 'Life is worth risking but not selling'?"

"Why should it be that the wealthy seek longevity, the powerful seek immortality, and the Taoist sects seek survival, but your Chen family says it's not allowed?"

Inside the main hall, many people remained silent.

Some people looked unwell.

Some people dared not meet Chen Bufan's gaze.

At this moment, Chen Bufan finally understood.

The Chen family offended more than just the "Fate-Changing Gate" back then.

It's not just a particular powerful figure.

The Chen family offended an entire chain of vested interests.

Life is not for sale.

She should not marry into a family in distress.

Lifespan cannot be borrowed.

Wealth cannot be taken away.

These rules are a shield for ordinary people.

Those in the Taoist sect who make their fortune by risking their lives are obstacles in their way.

Therefore, the Chen family must die.

Chen Bufan looked at Bai Yunhe.

"Therefore, the Xuanmen sect also participated in the destruction of the Chen family back then."

Bai Yunhe's expression changed slightly.

He then sneered:

"You know that now, but it's too late."

Lin Wanqing immediately asked:

"Who was the traitor in the Chen family back then?"

Bai Yunhe looked at her and said sarcastically:

"Officer Lin."

"You think this is an interrogation room?"

"Now, we are in the Hall of Inquiry."

"It's a scheme by the Xuanmen (Taoist sect)."

"Your gun is useless here."

Lin Wanqing's eyes turned cold, and she pulled the trigger directly.

boom!

Gunshots rang out in the main hall.

The bullet struck Bai Yunhe's shoulder.

But when the bullet was in mid-air, the black markings on the ground suddenly lit up.

A wisp of black smoke caught the bullet.

The bullet's speed dropped sharply.

Finally, with a clang, it fell onto the long table.

Lin Wanqing's expression changed.

Bai Yunhe laughed even louder.

"Did you see that?"

"That's the rule."

"Things from the mortal world cannot enter this formation."

"Your gun can't hurt me."

Lin Wanqing remained calm.

She said coldly:

"Then try until you can hurt them."

She raised her gun again.

Chen Bufan reached out to stop her.

"Don't waste bullets."

Lin Wanqing gritted her teeth:

"Do you have a solution?"

Chen Bufan looked at the array patterns on the ground.

"have."

Bai Yunhe heard this and sneered:

"Do you have a solution?"

"Chen Bufan, don't forget."

"You didn't do a live stream today."

Your account has been suspended.

"Netizens outside can't see it."

"All police equipment malfunctioned."

"Those outside the Wenxuan Hall cannot enter."

"All the doors and windows here have been sealed off."

"What can you rely on now?"

He walked out from behind the long desk step by step.

Black life patterns floated behind him.

Like black snakes coiling around his feet.

"Don't you like to have the whole internet watch this?"

"Don't you like people to have their voices heard?"

"Don't you like to use the police, public opinion, and victims to intimidate people?"

"And now?"

Bai Yunhe's expression grew increasingly frantic.

There was no live stream.

"No netizens."

"There are no police."

"Who can save you today?"

These words were spoken.

A dark aura suddenly pressed down inside the main hall.

Many members of the Xuanmen sect turned pale and even had difficulty breathing.

Several truly skilled old Taoist masters immediately formed hand seals to protect themselves.

However, some of the younger disciples could not hold on and knelt down.

Lin Wanqing also felt a tightness in her chest.

It felt like something was pressing down on her heartbeat.

Chen Bufan stood still.

He looked at Bai Yunhe and suddenly smiled.

Bai Yunhe frowned.

"What are you laughing at?"

Chen Bufan glanced down at the "Record of Destiny".

"I laugh at you for still not understanding."

Bai Yunhe said coldly:

"What don't you understand?"

Chen Bufan raised his eyes, his voice calm:

"I have never judged people's fates by live streaming."

"Live streaming is just for people to see."

"You can block the camera."

"You can't cover up a life debt."

Bai Yunhe's face darkened.

Chen Bufan pressed the old copper coin onto the "Destiny Record".

"You ask who can save me today?"

You asked the wrong question.

He took a step forward.

The copper coin vibrated.

The black life patterns on the floor of the main hall suddenly trembled under the pressure.

Chen Bufan's voice was as cold as a knife:

"The question we should ask today is..."

"Who can save you?"