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

Inside the Hall of Inquiry, a dark aura pressed down.

The doors and windows were sealed off.

The lights were a pale, greenish hue.

The black markings on the ground slithered like snakes, crawling along the cracks in the bluestone and covering the entire hall.

Many of the young disciples had already knelt down on the ground.

Even the elders of the Xuanmen sect, who had some spiritual attainment, formed hand seals to protect themselves, their faces grim.

Lin Wanqing gripped the gun, her breathing becoming heavy.

The body camera was malfunctioning.

My phone has no signal.

The walkie-talkie is malfunctioning.

The gun was also blocked by the formation.

This Hall of Inquiry seems to have been stripped away from the real world.

Bai Yunhe stood before the long table, a sinister smile on his face.

There was no live stream.

"No netizens."

"There are no police."

"Who can save you today?"

His voice echoed in the hall.

Those Xuanmen masters who had been frightened by Chen Bufan were now slowly coming to their senses.

Someone looked at Chen Bufan, their eyes turning sinister again.

Someone chuckled softly.

"So what if the Chen family are fortune tellers?"

"Once inside the Sealing Mystery Formation, you'll be nothing more than a turtle in a jar."

"Young people who are too sharp and outspoken will not live long in the end."

"If we let him walk out today, what face will the Xuanmen Association have left?"

Lin Wanqing said coldly:

"This constitutes illegal detention, assaulting police officers, and obstructing law enforcement."

Bai Yunhe didn't even glance at her.

"Officer Lin."

"Tell me about the Fa after you get out of here alive."

Lin Wanqing was about to speak when Chen Bufan raised his hand to stop her.

He stood in the center of the hall.

His expression was so calm that he didn't seem trapped.

Bai Yunhe squinted.

"What's wrong?"

"Scared?"

Chen Bufan looked at him.

You're wrong.

Bai Yunhe frowned.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Bufan raised his right hand.

In his palm, he gently flipped the old copper coin.

The copper coin was broken at the edges, yet it gleamed with a cold, golden light under the pale green lamplight.

"I don't need anyone to save me."

Bai Yunhe's face darkened.

Chen Bufan loosened his grip.

The money meant for life fell to the ground.

clang.

A soft sound.

The copper coin landed in the very center of the Wenxuan Hall.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer blow, striking at the vital points of everyone's life.

Chen Bufan said, word by word:

"You're not interrogating me today."

"It is I who examine the Xuanmen."

The words fell.

The Book of Mandates opened automatically on the long table.

slam-la-

The pages of the book turned wildly even without wind.

One page.

Two pages.

Three pages.

Finally, it stopped on the second layer of the life seal page.

A white life mark suddenly lit up between Chen Bufan's brows.

It's not the same pale light as before.

Instead, it was like a lit lamp of destiny, shining directly into the entire Hall of Inquiry.

Bai Yunhe's expression changed.

"Stop him!"

Several gray-robed disciples instinctively rushed forward.

But as soon as they stepped into the three-foot range of the life-saving coins, the black life-saving patterns under their feet suddenly trembled.

The next second, white life light spread out from below the copper coin.

hum!

Those black markings twisted and contorted wildly, like venomous snakes encountering a raging fire.

The black lines that had been spreading arrogantly were forcefully pushed back into the cracks in the ground by the white light.

Inside the Hall of Inquiry, the pale green lights suddenly turned white for a moment.

Several gray-robed disciples screamed and were sent flying backward by the shock.

Bai Yunhe's pupils suddenly contracted.

"impossible!"

"The Sealing Mystery Formation uses the Black Talisman of the Life Gate as its core; how could you possibly suppress it?"

Chen Bufan looked up at him.

"A talisman meant to alter fate, is it even worthy of suppressing the Chen family's destiny?"

The pages of "The Record of Destiny" trembled.

The white light of life spread again.

This time, the pressure wasn't on the ground formations.

Rather, it is the life shadow behind everyone in the entire Wenxuan Hall.

boom--

Everyone in the hall felt a weight on their shoulders.

It was as if an invisible hand had seized their vital point.

Those who have not done evil feel a tightness in their chest.

But those who had committed heinous crimes completely changed their tune at that moment.

On the left, a feng shui master wearing gold-rimmed glasses suddenly screamed.

The jade compass hanging on his chest cracked open with a snap.

Dark red blood seeped from the cracks in the compass.

A woman's shadow slowly crawled out from behind him.

The woman's hair was disheveled, and her neck was tilted to one side, as if she had been hanged alive.

She reached out and grabbed the feng shui master's shoulder tightly.

The feng shui master turned pale and desperately backed away.

"It's none of my business!"

"Her husband made me do it!"

"I was just helping him ward off unwanted romantic advances!"

Chen Bufan didn't even look at him, only said coldly:

"To suppress a love calamity?"

"You bury the original wife's fate line under the bed, so that the mistress can enter the house."

She called you three times before she died.

You didn't answer even once.

The feng shui master knelt down with a thud, trembling all over.

On the other side, a talisman master in purple robes suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The talismans in his sleeve spontaneously combusted one by one.

In the firelight, the faces of several young men could be vaguely seen.

The talisman master covered his sleeve in terror.

"No!"

"Don't burn it!"

Chen Bufan's gaze swept over.

"To change the luck of gamblers in terms of windfall gains."

"Using his own brother's wealth to pay off gambling debts."

"You received seven million."

"It bankrupted three families."

The purple-robed talisman master's face turned ashen, as layers of life shadows pressed down from behind him.

He immediately vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.

On the right, a man who looks like a fat monk suddenly broke the prayer beads in his hand.

Buddhist prayer beads were scattered all over the ground.

From each bead, the soft sobs of a woman could be heard.

His face turned deathly pale, and he kept chanting Buddhist prayers.

"Amitabha……"

"Amitabha……"

Chen Bufan's voice was icy:

"Stop reading it."

"You wear Buddhist robes and perform a ritual of union."

"They tricked female worshippers by saying that dual cultivation could resolve karmic obstacles."

"You can't wash away the resentment on them even if you chant for a hundred years."

The fat monk's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

Lin Wanqing watched this scene, her eyes growing colder and colder.

She can no longer see all the shadows of fate.

But she could see their reactions.

The ritual implement shattered.

The talisman spontaneously combusted.

Resentment arose.

Someone vomited blood.

Someone knelt down.

Someone went crazy and tried to climb towards the door.

This Wenxuan Hall was just spouting righteous doctrines a moment ago.

Now it's like a rotten grave that's been torn up.

It was filled with the stench of decay.

Bai Yunhe's face was extremely pale.

"Chen Bufan!"

"stop!"

Chen Bufan did not stop.

The second layer of the Destiny Seal in the Record of Destiny is getting brighter and brighter.

His face grew paler and paler.

Every time a life is taken in the trial, a portion of the backlash falls upon him.

This is not ordinary fortune telling.

This is a forced trial of an entire Xuanmen (Taoist) assembly.

The more lives you have to repay, the heavier the backlash will be.

Lin Wanqing noticed blood seeping from the corner of his mouth and immediately whispered:

"Chen Bufan, that's enough."

Chen Bufan did not turn around.

"Not enough."

He stared at Bai Yunhe.

Where is Chen Laojiu?

Bai Yunhe gritted his teeth.

"You think you can force me to do this by interrogating these people?"

Chen Bufan said:

I'm not forcing you.

"I'm tearing down your facade."

After he finished speaking, the money trembled again.

Suddenly, the plaque above the Wenxuan Hall that read "Orthodox Xuanmen" made a cracking sound.

Everyone looked up.

The plaque has a crack in the middle.

Bai Yunhe's eyes turned red.

"You dare to destroy the Xuanmen plaque?"

Chen Bufan said coldly:

"The signboard is dirty."

"It should be replaced."

Upon hearing this, the old Xuanmen members in the hall, who were still relatively clean-cut, had complex expressions on their faces.

Some people felt ashamed.

Someone lowered their head.

Someone sighed deeply.

The old Taoist priest Qingyang slowly stood up, looked at the disheveled people in the hall, and said in a sorrowful voice:

"White Crane".

That's enough.

"The Xuanmen sect has lost face today, not because of Chen Bufan."

"It's because of ourselves."

Bai Yunhe glared at him.

"Shut up!"

The old Taoist priest Qingyang did not retreat.

"You used the Black Talisman of Fate to seal the Hall of Mystery."

"You're making a fool of yourself for the rich."

"Strictly guard against the fetal soul to amass wealth."

"So many so-called masters have lives on their hands."

"Is this what you call the orthodox path of Taoism?"

"If we still need to protect these people today."

"The Xuanmen sect is truly finished."

Upon hearing these words, some of the older, more traditional members of the Xuanmen sect in the hall stood up.

They are few in number.

But each of them looked ashamed.

"Vice President Bai, please stop."

"Let Mr. Chen ask about the whereabouts of Chen Lao Jiu."

"If there are truly traitors in the Xuanmen sect, they should be investigated."

"We can't cover it up anymore."

Bai Yunhe looked at these people and suddenly smiled.

"check?"

"You really think you have a choice today?"

He suddenly raised his hand.

The black life lines on the ground surged again.

But this time, the black markings weren't aimed at Chen Bufan.

Instead, they rushed towards the old Xuanmen who had stepped forward.

Qingyang the old Taoist's expression changed.

Chen Bufan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"court death."

The life-saving coin flew up and crashed directly into the black-patterned core.

clang!

A loud bang.

The black mark was broken in half.

Bai Yunhe groaned, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Just then, an old voice suddenly came from the deepest part of the hall.

"The Chen Family's Art of Fate Interpretation..."

"It's still not broken after all."

The sound wasn't loud.

But this caused the entire Wenxuan Hall to fall silent instantly.

Even Bai Yunhe seemed to have his throat grabbed, his movements suddenly freezing.

Chen Bufan looked up.

The deepest part of the main hall.

An old Taoist priest sat there from beginning to end.

He remained silent.

He did not speak up for Yan Shouyi.

There was no defense of Bai Yunhe.

They did not panic when the formation was sealed.

He was wearing an old gray Taoist robe.

His hair is gray.

He was emaciated.

The face was hidden in the shadows.

Only now did he slowly get up.

As he stood up, his sleeves fell down.

Three fine, dense lines were revealed.

And the gray-robed man who helped Chen Laojiu away in the surveillance footage.

The same.

Chen Bufan's eyes instantly turned extremely cold.

The old Taoist priest raised his head.

His face was as aged as withered tree bark.

But his eyes are very bright.

It's frighteningly bright.

He looked at Chen Bufan and said slowly:

"The Chen family boy."

"You are better than your father."

"More like a member of the Chen family."