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

Half of the Qing Shi Temple has collapsed.

The rear hall was almost completely buried under rubble.

Black smoke billowed out from the cracks in the ruins.

But it no longer shoots straight up into the sky like before.

Chen Bufan stood in front of the ruins, his face pale.

His left hand was still bleeding.

The wound on his palm from the money was deep, and blood dripped down between his fingers onto the bluestone ground.

Lin Wanqing helped Chen Laojiu stand in the courtyard and looked back at the collapsed rear hall.

"The coffin is still inside."

Chen Bufan nodded.

"Um."

Lin Wanqing asked:

"Not destroy it?"

Chen Bufan did not answer immediately.

Zhang Shouyuan walked over, supporting himself.

He looked terrible.

He suffered a backlash from forcibly suppressing the attack earlier.

"It can't be destroyed."

Chen Bufan glanced at him.

"It's not that it can't be destroyed."

Zhang Shouyuan was taken aback.

Chen Bufan stared at the spot beneath the ruins, his voice low and deep:

"It cannot be destroyed now."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

Why?

Chen Bufan said:

"The coffin contained the lifelines of many victims."

"The donors to the Changsheng Hospital."

The victim in the case of the bride in red.

"Strictly guard the sealed fetal soul."

"Bai Yunhe married someone who died in a disaster."

"There are many more people who haven't been identified."

He paused.

"These lifelines are evidence."

Lin Wanqing immediately understood.

Legal evidence includes medical records, accounting books, cash flow records, videos, and testimonies.

But the most deeply hidden evidence of the sins concealed by the gate of fate lies within one's destiny.

Although the Coffin of Death is dangerous, it is a coffin containing clues to countless victims.

If it's destroyed now, the lifelines inside might completely disintegrate.

By then, many people will have died and no one will even know.

Many debts are simply impossible to trace.

Lin Wanqing said in a deep voice:

"Therefore, it needs to be sealed away."

Chen Bufan nodded.

"Seal first."

"I will re-examine the case once I can access the third level of the 'Record of Destiny'."

Zhang Shouyuan's expression changed slightly.

"The third floor..."

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"Do you know about the third floor?"

Zhang Shouyuan paused for a moment.

"I heard your father mention it."

Chen Bufan pressed further:

"What exactly is the third layer?"

Zhang Shouyuan did not answer immediately.

Outside Qing Shi Temple, the sound of police sirens was getting closer and closer.

Reinforcements are arriving soon.

Zhang Shouyuan said in a low voice:

"The third layer is not something we should be discussing now."

Chen Bufan's eyes turned cold.

Zhang Shouyuan smiled wryly:

"It's not that I don't want to tell you."

"It's your current vitality that can't support that answer."

"You just forcibly interrogated those who practiced evil deeds, and then used money meant for the dead to suppress the coffin."

"If your vital points are activated by the third layer now, you will be in trouble."

Lin Wanqing immediately looked at Chen Bufan.

He's right.

You look terrible.

Chen Bufan ignored his injuries.

He looked into the depths of the ruins.

The money meant to save one's life was still nailed to the coffin.

That coin was a family heirloom of the Chen family.

This is also the key to his current ability to suppress evil fortune.

Staying there will continuously deplete his life force.

But if it is retrieved, the coffin may shake again.

Chen Bufan raised his hand to form a hand seal.

The "Record of Destiny" flew out half an inch from the cloth bag.

The pages of the book were not fully opened, only revealing the second layer of life seal.

"The Chen Family Fortune Teller"

"Using money to seal the coffin with one's life."

"Use judgment to seal away evil."

"The lingering life within the coffin will not dissipate."

"The evil destiny within the coffin will not emerge."

After he finished speaking, blood from his fingertip fell onto a piece of yellow paper.

The yellow paper instantly glowed with a white life-giving light.

Chen Bufan threw the yellow paper into the collapsed rear hall.

The yellow paper slipped through the gaps in the rubble and fell deep into the ruins.

next second.

A muffled tremor came from beneath the ruins.

thump.

Like the last heartbeat of a coffin.

Immediately afterwards, the black smoke completely contracted.

A faint copper coin pattern emerged on the surface of the ruins of the rear hall.

Zhang Shouyuan's expression turned complicated when he saw the pattern.

"The Chen Family's Seal of Fate".

Chen Bufan withdrew his hand.

His figure swayed slightly.

Lin Wanqing immediately helped him up.

"How are you?"

Chen Bufan shook his head.

"fine."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"Every time you say you're fine, there's usually something wrong."

Chen Bufan did not refute.

He is indeed not good.

My chest feels extremely tight.

It felt as if a portion of one's life force had been forcibly ripped out of the body.

The backlash from the second level of "The Record of Destiny" has not yet subsided.

Leaving money in the coffin is equivalent to suppressing a portion of one's life force at the Qing Shi Temple.

He could no longer forcefully interrogate people for a short period of time.

At the very least, we can't open the second floor consecutively like we did tonight.

Zhang Shouyuan saw his state and said in a deep voice:

You need to rest.

Chen Bufan looked at Chen Laojiu.

"Save him first."

Chen Laojiu has already fallen into a coma.

After the black needles were pulled out of his body, tiny black dots were left behind.

Those black spots were embedded in the flesh like dead ashes.

The vital energy is severely depleted.

If Chen Bufan hadn't stopped the coffin in time, and Lin Wanqing hadn't cut the life-sustaining rope in time, Chen Laojiu would have been drained dry by now.

The emergency team finally arrived at the mountain gate.

However, Lin Wanqing did not allow ordinary medical staff to enter Qingshi Temple directly.

She instructed Zhang Shouyuan and the old Taoist priest Qingyang to first clear away the remaining paper figures in the courtyard, and then have the criminal police escort the medical staff in.

Chen Laojiu was lifted onto a stretcher.

As he passed by Chen Bufan, he suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were cloudy.

But he stared intently at Chen Bufan.

"Young Master..."

Chen Bufan immediately bent down.

"Uncle Jiu".

Chen Laojiu's lips trembled.

"I...I saw Chen Daoyuan..."

Everyone stopped when those words were spoken.

Lin Wanqing immediately signaled to the medical staff to hold off.

"Chen Laojiu, what did you say?"

Chen Laojiu was breathing heavily.

"I saw..."

"Chen Daoyuan..."

Chen Bufan grasped his wrist.

"Where did you see it?"

Chen Lao Jiu closed his eyes, as if trying to grasp images from his chaotic memories.

"Outside the ancestral home..."

"After Zhang Shouyuan and I left..."

"halfway……"

"Someone is stopping the car..."

"That man was wearing a gray robe..."

"No one showed their face..."

Zhang Shouyuan's face darkened.

"I was under the influence of a shadow-concealing spell."

"When I woke up, the person was gone."

Chen Lao Jiu nodded.

"They're using the Chen family's talismanic techniques..."

"This isn't your average Shadow Bureau..."

"It's the talisman blocking the door..."

Chen Bufan's eyes turned cold.

How can you be sure it's Chen Daoyuan?

Chen Laojiu's voice was weak:

"He spoke..."

"Tone..."

"They look so alike..."

"That's how Chen Daoyuan was back then."

"slow."

"cold."

"When you look at people, it's not like you're looking at people."

"Like looking at a line on a birth chart."

Chen Bufan did not interrupt.

Chen Lao Jiu continued:

"And his hands..."

"When he put his hand on my shoulder..."

"I saw a Chen family talisman on his palm."

"Only branch talisman masters possess this skill."

"Your father doesn't have one."

"Chen Daoyuan has it."

Zhang Shouyuan's expression also changed.

"A talisman from a branch of the Chen family?"

Chen Lao Jiu nodded.

"Back then, Chen Daoyuan revised the 'Scripture of Destiny'."

"The talisman enters the palm."

"There is a half-copper coin pattern on the palm of his right hand."

"That person also has it."

Chen Bufan's gaze turned completely somber.

Half-copper coin pattern.

Chen Family Seal.

Tone of voice.

They understand the Chen family's access control system.

One can use the talisman to cover the door.

All the clues pointed to Chen Daoyuan.

Lin Wanqing immediately asked:

Did he show his face?

Chen Lao Jiu shook his head.

"no."

"He was wearing a hood."

"His face was always in shadow."

"But I heard his voice..."

"I recognize him..."

As he said this, he suddenly started coughing violently.

Medical staff rushed forward.

"The patient can't talk anymore."

Chen Bufan ignored the medical staff and only stared at Chen Laojiu.

"What did he say to you?"

Chen Laojiu's breathing was disordered, but his lips were still moving frantically.

He said…

"The Chen family rules..."

"It ruined the Chen family..."

He said…

"Chen Daoheng lost..."

He said…

"Wait until the young master opens the third floor..."

"He will come in person to retrieve the 'Record of Destiny'..."

Chen Bufan tightened his grip on Chen Laojiu's wrist little by little.

The medical staff couldn't help but say:

"If we keep asking, he won't be able to hold on!"

Lin Wanqing also whispered:

"Chen Bufan, let's try to save him first."

Chen Bufan remained silent for a few seconds before finally letting go.

"Take him away."

The medical staff immediately carried the stretcher out.

But after taking only two steps, Chen Laojiu suddenly used his last bit of strength to grab Chen Bufan's sleeve.

"Young Master..."

Chen Bufan bent down.

"I am here."

Deep fear surfaced in Chen Laojiu's cloudy eyes.

"But……"

"His face..."

Chen Bufan's heart sank.

"What happened to your face?"

Chen Laojiu's lips trembled as he spoke, each word deliberate and deliberate:

"Very young..."

The mountain wind blew through the ruins.

The tattered white paper figures at Qing Shi Temple made a rustling sound.

Everyone fell silent.

very young.

If that person really is Chen Daoyuan.

Twenty years ago, he was already Chen Bufan's father's cousin.

Judging by his age, he should be at least fifty or sixty years old now.

But Chen Laojiu said that his face looked very young.

Chen Bufan thought of Lu Changsheng.

Life and body are separated.

To exchange one's life for another.

I also thought of the word "sir" that Bai Yunhe said before he died.

Chen Daoyuan is more than just alive.

He may no longer be in the same body.

In fact, he grasped the key to "life-changing" even earlier than Lu Changsheng.

Chen Lao Jiu finally couldn't hold on any longer and completely fainted.

The medical staff carried him away.

Lin Wanqing stood beside Chen Bufan and whispered:

"Did Chen Daoyuan also change his body?"

Chen Bufan stared at the ruins of Qing Shi Temple, his eyes as cold as iron.

"That's possible."

"He is essentially the creator of the life-swapping technique."

In the distance, the coffin was sealed shut again.

But from deep beneath the coffin, a very faint laugh seemed to come.

It's as if someone is looking at Chen Bufan across the ruins, across the darkness, across twenty years of blood debt.

Chen Bufan gripped the remaining blood in his hand tightly.

The voice was very low:

"Chen Daoyuan".

"You'd better still be alive."