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

It was still dark when Chen Laojiu was put into the ambulance.

The night wind on the back of Yunding Mountain is very cold.

Half of the Qing Shi Temple has collapsed.

Beneath the ruins of the rear hall, the coffin containing the deceased was resealed by Chen Bufan using his life-saving money.

The black smoke dissipated.

However, the air still retained the smell of burnt talismans and rotten wood.

Lin Wanqing arranged for police officers to seal off the area around Qingshi Temple.

Ordinary people are not allowed to get close.

Several veteran members of the Xuanmen Association who accompanied the group were also asked to stay outside to cooperate with the investigation.

No one is allowed to touch the paper figure without permission.

No one is allowed to approach the ruins of the rear hall.

There is a coffin containing the lifeblood inside.

There is a well with a destiny symbol.

There are also clues about the remaining lifespan left behind by the Fate-Changing Gate over the years.

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

The bleeding from my palm has stopped, but the wound is still black.

Those were traces left by the evil energy of the coffin.

Lin Wanqing walked to his side.

"Chen Laojiu is safe for now."

Chen Bufan remained silent.

Lin Wanqing continued:

"The emergency room doctor said his vital signs were very weak."

"But it's not irreversible yet."

"Zhang Shouyuan said that the black needles draw out life energy. Ordinary medical treatment can only preserve the body. To restore life energy, we need your Xuanmen methods."

Chen Bufan whispered:

"Let him live first."

"I'll figure out the rest."

Lin Wanqing glanced at him.

"You don't look like you're alright right now."

Chen Bufan said:

"I won't die."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"That's not a nice thing to say."

Chen Bufan did not answer.

He looked up at the Qing Shi Temple, which was half collapsed.

The words Chen Lao Jiu uttered before he fell into a coma kept echoing in his mind.

But his face... is very young.

very young.

If Chen Daoyuan were still alive, he would be at least close to seventy years old.

Even with life-saving techniques and health preservation methods, it's impossible to look only in your thirties.

Unless, he no longer uses his original body.

Lin Wanqing whispered:

"Are you thinking about Chen Daoyuan?"

Chen Bufan nodded.

"Um."

"Chen Laojiu said he looks very young."

"Um."

Lin Wanqing remained silent for a moment.

"Could they be descendants of Chen Daoyuan?"

Chen Bufan shook his head.

"If they were just descendants, they wouldn't have the seal of a branch of the Chen family."

Lin Wanqing said:

"The talisman cannot be transmitted?"

"Ordinary traditions can be passed down."

Chen Bufan looked at his palm.

"But Chen Laojiu was referring to the half-copper coin pattern on the palm."

"That is the natal talisman left after cultivating the 'Life Talisman Scripture' into one's palm."

"It wasn't drawn on."

"It's not something that future generations can inherit."

Lin Wanqing understood.

"So that person is either Chen Daoyuan himself."

"Either Chen Daoyuan's life was transferred to a new body."

Chen Bufan's eyes turned cold.

"It's more likely the latter."

Lu Changsheng split into two.

Chen Daoyuan appeared in his youth.

The blue stone coffin is used to create an evil destiny.

All of these things point in the same direction.

A life for a life.

Create your destiny.

Extend life.

Chen Daoyuan did not simply seek refuge with the Fate-Changing Sect.

He may be the core of the evolution of the magic of the Fate-Changing Sect over the past twenty years.

Lin Wanqing's voice deepened:

"If Chen Daoyuan is indeed the creator of the life-swapping technique, then who is in greater danger, him or Lu Changsheng?"

Chen Bufan looked at the ruins of Qing Shi Temple.

"Lu Changsheng wants to live."

"Chen Daoyuan wanted to prove that he could rewrite his fate."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"The latter is even crazier."

"Um."

Chen Bufan's voice was cold.

"Lu Changsheng risks his life to live."

"Chen Daoyuan created this destiny to prove that the Chen family's rules were wrong."

"These kinds of people are harder to kill than those who want to live."

Lin Wanqing fell silent.

She has seen people kill for money.

I've seen people kill for power.

I've seen people kill for love.

I've also seen psychologically twisted serial criminals.

But the most terrifying people are those who use countless lives as experimental subjects for a so-called ideology.

Because such people don't realize they are doing evil.

He would feel like he was forging a new path.

Just then, Zhang Shouyuan walked over, supported by the old Taoist priest Qingyang.

His condition was also very poor.

His face was pale, and his lips were bloodless.

But his eyes were clearer than before.

"Mr. Chen."

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"The matter of Chen Laojiu is not over yet."

Zhang Shouyuan nodded.

"I know."

"I brought him out of the ancestral home."

"They were intercepted by Bai Yunhe and Chen Daoyuan's men halfway through."

"I am responsible for this."

Chen Bufan said coldly:

"We'll settle the responsibility later."

"Now let's get to the point."

Zhang Shouyuan gave a wry smile.

"You and your father do look very alike."

Chen Bufan remained silent.

Zhang Shouyuan said solemnly:

"The matter at Qing Shi Temple cannot be suppressed."

Lin Wanqing's eyes flickered.

"You mean going public?"

"Not all the details will be made public."

Zhang Shouyuan shook his head.

"Ordinary people cannot withstand things like the coffin of destiny, the well of destiny, or evil destiny."

"But the inner workings of the Xuanmen must be kept public."

"Yan Shouyi, Bai Yunhe, Xuan Qingzi, Xuan Mingzi, and Qing Shi Guan Ming Guan."

"These issues are no longer just a matter of a few scoundrels."

"The problem lies within the Xuanmen Association, where the Life Gate has been corrupted."

Lin Wanqing said:

"The police will investigate."

Zhang Shouyuan looked at her.

"Of course the police will investigate."

"But the Xuanmen sect must also clear its own name."

"Otherwise, if Bai Yunhe dies, there will be a second Bai Yunhe."

"If Yan Shouyi is arrested, there will be a second Yan Shouyi."

"Black Fate Pattern Magical Artifacts, Disaster-Transferring Techniques, Fetal Soul Beads, Life-Changing Talismans—as long as there are still people in the Xuanmen sect secretly using these things, the method of altering fate will never be eradicated."

Chen Bufan said calmly:

"What do you want to do?"

Zhang Shouyuan said in a deep voice:

"Convene a public meeting of the Xuanmen (Taoist sects)."

Lin Wanqing asked:

What is the difference between the public discussions within the Taoist community and today's debates on the Tao?

Zhang Shouyuan glanced at the direction of the Wenxuan Hall, which was already far away.

"Today's discussion is organized by the Xuanmen Association."

"It was Bai Yunhe and his group who set this up."

"Who to invite and who not to invite is up to them."

"How they say it and how the situation unfolds is up to them."

"But the consensus within the Xuanmen (Taoist) community is different."

"The consensus shall be witnessed by all factions."

"It's not up to the association alone to decide."

"People from Longhu Mountain, Qingcheng Mountain, Maoshan Mountain, folk fortune-telling families, talisman lineages, and feng shui schools can all be sent here."

"Once the public consultation is initiated, all matters must be put on the table."

"How should we deal with Yan Shouyi's lineage?"

"How should the Baiyunhe lineage be dealt with?"

To what extent are the Xuanmen Association and the Fate-Changing Sect colluding?

"Did the Xuanmen sect participate in the massacre of the Chen family back then?"

"You can ask about any of these things."

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"You want me to go?"

Zhang Shouyuan nodded.

"We have to go."

Chen Bufan sneered.

"I have no interest in helping the Xuanmen (Taoist sect) wash their faces."

Zhang Shouyuan was not angry.

"You don't have to be interested."

"But the old case of the Chen family needs to be investigated within the Xuanmen."

"You can't avoid the Xuanmen platform."

Chen Bufan's eyes darkened.

Zhang Shouyuan continued:

"Chen Daoyuan is from a collateral branch of the Chen family."

"He participated in the Xuanmen Conference back then."

"He took away half a scroll of the 'Destiny Talisman Classic'."

"He collaborated with the Fate-Changing Sect and Lu Changsheng."

"The traces of his destiny he left behind over the years are scattered throughout the Xuanmen (Taoist sect)."

"You can investigate by yourself."

"But it will be very slow."

"You will also be set up by others at every turn."

"But if you return to the Xuanmen platform."

"In front of all factions, bring up the Chen family's old debts."

"Those who are hiding will find it hard to sit still."

Lin Wanqing understood.

"You mean, you're going to use the Xuanmen's public opinion to force them out?"

Zhang Shouyuan nodded.

"Yes."

"Bai Yunhe is dead."

"Yan Shouyi has fallen."

"The coffin for observing fate on a blue stone has been discovered."

The name Chen Daoyuan has reappeared.

"The Xuanmen must be in chaos right now."

"Someone is trying to cover it up."

"Someone is trying to escape."

"Some people also want to cut ties."

"Now is the best time to hold a public discussion."

Chen Bufan remained silent.

He truly doesn't care about the reputation of the Xuanmen Association.

They also don't want to vindicate the Xuanmen sect.

But Zhang Shouyuan was right about one thing.

The Chen family's old case is no ordinary case.

It involves changing one's fate.

This involves Lu Changsheng.

This involves Chen Daoyuan.

It also involves the Xuanmen Conference twenty years ago.

If he wants to find out the truth, he must go back to that table.

It's not about gaining recognition.

Rather, it was to overturn the table in front of everyone.

Lin Wanqing looked at Chen Bufan.

"I suggest you go."

Chen Bufan looked at her.

Lin Wanqing said:

"From a practical investigation perspective, open procedures can force out more witnesses and materials."

"Bai Yunhe is dead, but his associates are still around."

"There must be people within the Xuanmen Association who know more."

"They might not dare to contact you alone now."

"But if there is a public discussion within the Xuanmen (Taoist sects) and Zhang Shouyuan and other true Xuanmen (Taoist sects) endorse it, they might speak up."

Zhang Shouyuan nodded.

"Officer Lin is right."

"It's not that no one in the Xuanmen sect wants to speak up."

"It's just that in recent years, with people like Bai Yunhe in power, they have secretly exerted pressure on the Mingmen (a place name), and many people dare not speak out."

"Now the Chen family fortune teller has returned."

"They need to see you stand up there."

Chen Bufan's voice was cold:

"I'm not back to be a flag bearer."

Zhang Shouyuan said solemnly:

"You are not a flag either."

"You are a knife."

"If the Chen family wants to investigate old cases, they must return to the forefront of the Xuanmen sect."

"It's not about getting them to acknowledge you."

"It's to let them know."

"The Chen family's knife is still here."

The mountain wind blows across the ruins of the Qing Shi Temple.

The tattered white paper figure crumbled into dust in the wind.

In the distance, the sky was faintly turning white.

That night, from the Wenxuan Hall to the Qingshi Temple, it was like a knife that sliced ​​open half of the righteous facade of the Xuanmen Association.

But beneath the dough lies even deeper rotten flesh.

Chen Daoyuan.

Lu Changsheng.

Changing one's fate.

Mr.

A young traitor to the Chen family.

Chen Bufan looked down at his injured palm.

The wound was still turning black.

The money left on the coffin for one's life cannot be retrieved in a short time.

The second layer of backlash from "The Record of Destiny" has not disappeared either.

Logically speaking, what he should be doing right now is resting.

But Chen Laojiu's fate is still not secure.

Chen Daoyuan has not yet shown up.

There's still no answer as to who my father saw before he died.

The Chen family's old debts have just been exposed.

He looked up at Zhang Shouyuan.

"When?"

Zhang Shouyuan said:

"Three days later."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"Three days later again?"

Zhang Shouyuan nodded.

"The Xuanmen public discussion cannot be delayed for too long."

"If this drags on too long, many people will leave."

"Some people will also clean up the evidence."

"and……"

He glanced at the ruins of Qing Shi Temple.

"The coffin can only remain stable for a maximum of three days."

Chen Bufan's eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Shouyuan said in a deep voice:

"Your life-saving money can suppress it for three days."

"Three days later, either grant a higher title or..."

"Or should we hold a trial?"

"Otherwise, evil fortune will once again lead to death."

Chen Bufan understood.

The Xuanmen (Taoist) community held a public discussion.

The coffin of life is sealed.

Chen Laojiu recovered.

Clues to Chen Daoyuan.

Everything was once again crammed into the three-day timeframe.

Some people had already planned it out.

Don't give him a chance to breathe.

Don't give him a way out.

Lin Wanqing whispered:

"This could very well be a trap."

Chen Bufan said:

"Of course it's a setup."

Zhang Shouyuan looked at him.

"Are you still going?"

Chen Bufan remained silent for a moment.

Then, he looked at the sky in the distance, which was beginning to lighten.

"go."

Zhang Shouyuan's expression turned solemn.

Chen Bufan put away the "Record of Destiny," his voice low and deep:

"Three days later."

"A public discussion within the Xuanmen (Taoist sect)."

"The Chen family's old case."

"I'll ask you myself."