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

Boom!

The crossbeam of the rear hall of Qing Shi Guan broke, and a large amount of rubble crashed down.

Lin Wanqing suddenly lunged at Chen Laojiu and dragged him away from where he was.

next second.

The crossbeam crashed down on the spot where Chen Laojiu had just been kneeling.

The wood chips exploded.

Dust and talisman ash instantly filled the entire rear hall.

Chen Lao Jiu groaned as he was dragged along, and another mouthful of black blood gushed from his mouth.

Lin Wanqing supported him, her voice urgent:

Hang in there!

Chen Laojiu opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Officer Lin... Officer Lin..."

"Leave me alone..."

"Take the young master away..."

Lin Wanqing gritted her teeth:

"At a time like this, stop talking nonsense!"

She grabbed the rope behind Chen Laojiu.

The rope is not ordinary hemp rope.

The surface is wrapped with black thread.

The moment she touched it, Lin Wanqing's finger felt like it had been pricked by a needle, and blood immediately seeped out.

Chen Lao Jiu's expression changed drastically:

"Don't touch it!"

"That's a death sentence..."

Lin Wanqing did not let go.

She drew her dagger with her other hand and slashed the rope fiercely.

laugh.

The dagger flashed.

The rope only had a shallow tear.

Instead, a wisp of black energy slid along the blade toward her wrist.

Lin Wanqing groaned, her wrist instantly turning cold.

Chen Bufan turned around and saw this scene; his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Lin Wanqing!"

Lin Wanqing looked up, her voice steady:

"You can keep your coffin sealed!"

"I'll save them!"

Chen Bufan didn't say anything more.

Because he can't let go.

The money meant to save one's life was still placed on the coffin lid.

The evil spirit inside the black coffin is frantically banging against it.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Each blow felt like a slam into Chen Bufan's chest.

Black smoke kept gushing out from the cracks in the coffin lid.

The black mist transformed into countless mutilated hands, reaching for Chen Bufan's wrists, neck, and heart.

"Leave……"

"The blood of the Chen family..."

"Give me……"

"Give me……"

Chen Bufan's palm had already been cut by the Life Coin.

Blood flowed down the lines of the copper coin, while the white life force and the black evil energy tore at each other.

Zhang Shouyuan stood at the entrance of the rear hall, struggling to form hand seals.

Qingyang the old Taoist and several members of the Zhenxuan Sect stood at the four corners.

Each person had a yellow talisman pressed down in front of them.

The old Taoist priest Qingyang shouted:

"The east corner is about to collapse!"

The middle-aged female talisman master gritted her teeth and threw out three talismans, sticking them to the broken beam.

"We can only hold on for ten breaths!"

Zhang Shouyuan's voice was deep:

"Holding on for ten breaths is still holding on!"

"We can't let the Fate Talisman Well explode!"

The cracks in the ground are getting bigger and bigger.

Beneath the crack, one can vaguely see an ancient well.

The wellhead was sealed with a black iron chain.

The iron chain was covered with old talismans.

At this moment, those old talismans are burning one by one.

The black smoke is rising from the well.

The coffin was pressed down into the well.

A wicked person crashes into a coffin.

The Fate Talisman Well was activated.

The entire Qing Shi Temple has become a furnace on the verge of exploding.

Chen Bufan knew.

If the coffin is broken open, evil spirits will burst out.

If the Life Talisman Well explodes, all the broken talismans, useless talismans, and life-threatening evil spirits inside the well will be released.

It won't just be Qing Shi Guan at that time.

Something could happen to the entire Yunding Mountain.

Chen Laojiu has not yet been rescued.

Lin Wanqing was still cutting the life-sustaining rope.

Chen Bufan gritted his teeth, pressed his left hand on the coffin, and opened the "Record of Destiny" with his right hand.

Zhang Shouyuan's expression changed drastically.

"You still want to hold a trial?"

"Your life force can't hold up right now!"

Chen Bufan's eyes were icy cold.

"Without examination, its root cannot be seen."

Zhang Shouyuan said urgently:

"It's a wicked life fought for, filled with too many tragic deaths. If you forcefully interrogate it, you'll be dragged into it!"

Chen Bufan said:

"Then let's delay it."

The words fell.

The second layer of the Destiny Seal in the Record of Destiny lit up again.

White light shone into the cracks of the coffin.

Evil Fate screamed as if it had been burned by fire.

"Chen Bufan!"

"You dare interrogate me!"

Chen Bufan's voice was cold and deep:

"I'm not interrogating you."

"It's the life you've lived."

boom!

A white light rushed into the coffin.

The scene before Chen Bufan's eyes exploded instantly.

He saw many people.

Too much.

The Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital has three underground floors.

The nine-year-old donor, number three, lay on the hospital bed, his hands and feet bound, crying and calling for his mother.

An elderly homeless man huddled on a cold bed, with the words "Donor A03" pasted on the headboard.

The elderly woman with dementia sat blankly by the hospital bed, drooling from the corner of her mouth, her lifeline being slowly pulled away.

The indebted man was forced to sign a so-called care agreement and sent to an underground ward, his eyes filled with despair.

Another scene unfolds.

The case of the bride in red.

Meng Yun, dressed in a red wedding gown and led by a red rope, had her soul forcibly refined into a guiding spirit.

Su Man was pressed down in front of the wedding hall for the dead, her head covered with a red cloth, and her feet were covered with paper money.

Xu Yao's red wedding dress billowed up on its own, revealing pale hands protruding from the sleeves.

Another scene.

Yan Shouyi's protective bead.

Those unborn souls were sealed inside the black beads, crying out again and again.

Another scene.

The White Cloud Crane's Disaster Relief Method.

The driver was gripping the steering wheel when the brakes failed, and the car crashed into the guardrail.

The nanny struggled in the kitchen, her throat filled with gas.

A newly graduated assistant, clutching a file folder, fell into the icy river.

Countless lifelines.

Countless lives lost.

They were all taken away, broken, pieced together, and finally merged into the same place.

The coffin of death.

Chen Bufan finally saw the source of the evil destiny.

It wasn't made all at once.

Rather, it was cultivated little by little over the years through methods that changed one's destiny.

The resentment and misfortune of a ghost marriage.

The remaining years of life in the cycle of life.

To take the place of those who died violently in the disaster.

The unborn spirit within the fetal soul.

There are also the remaining lifespans that were not used up after being extracted from the donors at the Longevity Hospital.

These things were sewn together bit by bit by Chen Daoyuan using the incomplete technique of the "Fate Talisman Scripture".

Like sewing a garment.

It's like risking your life for a body without flesh.

The core of this technique is the same as Lu Changsheng's Fate-Changing Technique.

Lu Changsheng needs to change bodies.

Evil livelihood needs to take shape.

One is to find a new body from an old destiny.

One is to fight for a new life despite having already lost one.

Both are inseparable from Chen Daoyuan's Destiny Talisman Technique.

Chen Bufan suddenly opened his eyes.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"I see."

Lin Wanqing was cutting the death rope when she heard his voice and immediately asked:

"What did you see?"

Chen Bufan's voice was frighteningly cold:

"It shares the same origin as Lu Changsheng's life-changing technique."

"They were all created by Chen Daoyuan."

Zhang Shouyuan's face turned deathly pale.

"Chen Daoyuan... what exactly is he trying to do?"

Chen Bufan stared at the coffin.

"He is creating a new life."

"Lu Changsheng is a reincarnation of an old life."

"This thing is a new life made up of countless broken lives."

The old Taoist priest Qingyang felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.

"He's gone mad."

Chen Bufan said:

"He's not crazy."

"He wanted to prove that the Chen family's fate could be rewritten."

The evil spirit inside the coffin emitted a frantic shriek.

"Shut up!"

"I didn't achieve this through hard work!"

"I'm a new life!"

"I am the perfect destiny for you, sir!"

The black coffin shook violently.

The money was so shocked it almost bounced up.

Chen Bufan pressed his left hand firmly against the coffin lid, and with his right hand he slammed the "Record of Destiny" onto the surface of the coffin.

"A new destiny?"

"No origin, no cause and effect, no body."

"Something that survives by feeding on other people's lives."

"Does he even deserve to call it life?"

Evil Roar:

"I will obey!"

"The gentleman will give me his body!"

"Wait until I devour you!"

"Swallow the Record of Destiny!"

"I am a complete life!"

Chen Bufan's eyes were extremely cold.

"You've lost your chance."

He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the money.

The price of life-saving money skyrocketed.

The black coffin suddenly sank half an inch.

The black mist in the coffin was forcibly suppressed.

The evil spirit screamed in agony.

"ah--"

At the same time, Lin Wanqing finally severed the last lifeline on Chen Laojiu's body.

Snapped!

The lifeline broke.

Chen Lao Jiu fell forward.

Lin Wanqing caught him.

"Chen Laojiu!"

Chen Lao Jiu's breath was weak, but his eyes were still open.

"Young Master..."

"The coffin...the coffin cannot be kept..."

Lin Wanqing dragged him away.

"Just stay alive first!"

Chen Lao Jiu struggled to look at Chen Bufan.

"Young Master..."

"Down in the well..."

"There's something down in the well..."

He fainted before he could finish speaking.

Lin Wanqing's expression changed, and she immediately checked his breathing.

"He's still breathing!"

Upon hearing these words, Chen Bufan's eyes finally relaxed for a moment.

But it was in that very moment.

Seizing the opening, the evil spirits suddenly burst forth from the bottom of the coffin, directly entangling the "Record of Destiny".

"Give me!"

"Give me your divine command!"

The moment the black energy touched the "Record of Destiny," the pages began to flip wildly.

Chen Bufan felt as if his chest had been ripped open, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhang Shouyuan shouted:

"It wants to devour the essence of the 'Record of Destiny'!"

Chen Bufan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Does it even deserve it?"

He suddenly raised his hand, and the money flew off the coffin lid before falling heavily back down.

This time, it's not about putting the coffin lid on.

Instead, it was nailed to the life line node in the very center of the coffin.

clang!

A loud bang.

The money for one's life was deeply embedded in the black coffin.

The black life-destiny pattern on the coffin surface cracked inch by inch, starting from the life-destiny coin.

The voice of evil finally brought fear.

"No!"

"The master said..."

"The second-tier Chen family can't suppress me!"

Chen Bufan leaned down, his eyes cold and sharp:

He's wrong.

He closed the "Record of Destiny" and placed it directly on the money for his life.

"The Chen Family's Judgment of Fate"

"It's not just about fate."

"Also, the false mandate is severed."

boom!

A burst of white light erupted between the "Record of Destiny" and the money of fate.

The entire rear hall was bathed in a stark white light.

The evil destiny was forcibly pushed back into the coffin.

Those mutilated faces struggled frantically in the black mist.

There was a sound of crying.

There were screams.

There was also a moment of relief.

"Don't go..."

"Let me out..."

"I don't want to break up..."

"Help me..."

Chen Bufan gritted his teeth.

"I will find out what you owe me."

"But not now."

"Now, go back to your place."

The light of life pressed down again.

The black coffin shook violently.

The coffin lid slammed shut with a loud bang.

A heart-wrenching roar emanated from within the coffin.

"Chen Bufan!"

"You can't control me forever!"

Chen Bufan's voice was cold and hard:

"Then I'll keep suppressing you until the day I can kill you."

The evil spirit frantically rammed into the coffin.

But the money meant to save one's life had already been nailed into the coffin lid.

The aura of the "Destiny Record" suppressed the evil destiny within the coffin.

Zhang Shouyuan and the others also took action at the same time, stabilizing the four-corner rune array again.

The black smoke from the well began to thin.

The tremors at Qingshi Temple gradually subsided.

The collapse is still ongoing, but the most dangerous explosion has been contained.

Lin Wanqing, supporting Chen Laojiu, called out to Chen Bufan:

"Can we walk now?"

Chen Bufan's face turned pale as he reached out and put away the "Record of Destiny".

The money meant to save one's life was still left on the coffin lid.

He cannot take it for the time being.

If taken, evil forces may immediately retaliate.

"Walk."

Zhang Shouyuan looked at the life-saving money, his voice heavy:

"Leaving your life-saving money here will damage your life force."

Chen Bufan said:

"It's better than it coming out."

Zhang Shouyuan remained silent.

The group began to evacuate from the rear hall.

The beams are still breaking.

Roof tiles kept falling off.

Qingyang, the old Taoist priest, and his disciples protected Lin Wanqing and Chen Laojiu.

The middle-aged female talisman master used talismans to prop up the door frame that was about to collapse.

Chen Bufan was the last to quit.

Just as he reached the door, a sharp, malevolent voice suddenly emanated from the black coffin.

"Chen Bufan!"

"You can't save him!"

"You can't save the Chen family!"

Chen Bufan turned around.

The money on the black coffin was still glowing.

The voice of evil fortune emanated from within the coffin, word by word:

"The master will return to take your life!"

"He will take back the 'Book of Destiny'!"

He will tell you...

"Who exactly did your father meet back then?!"

Chen Bufan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Boom!

The rear beam collapsed completely.

The crowd rushed out of the Qing Shi Temple.

Behind them, the abandoned Taoist temple collapsed with a roar amidst black smoke and dust.