Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

You know, the reason why people with great luck are valued by the way of heaven is that as they grow, they will bring benefits to the small world they live in.

As for those stowaways who exploit the system to cheat and plunder luck, they will not make any contribution except to enjoy everything that should belong to others in a despicable way.

If one's virtue does not match his position, chaos will naturally occur.

These people were removed from the headquarters, and although orders were issued to kill them, the existence of the system itself was too special, and even the way of heaven could not intervene too obviously and cause greater chaos.

They smuggled into various worlds. Due to the special nature of the world of immortal cultivation, the temptation of becoming an immortal was too great. Although they knew there were many dangers, most of the smugglers still took the risk to come to this small world.

The favored son of heaven had his luck taken away, and the god of Tao fell.

They would never have thought that these people had the assistance of the system, and never understood why they lost until they died. Or they sensed something was wrong, but the stowaways would rather give up their remaining luck and kill them first.

The way of heaven does not allow those who stowaway to become immortals. The passage between the small world and the heaven is cut off, and ascension means death.

The result is predictable. It's just giving up a small world of one ten-thousandth. If it can attract illegal immigrants to destroy themselves here, why not do it?

The small world was abandoned by the way of heaven, and the world of immortal cultivation naturally ceased to exist.

All mortals' memories of the immortal world were also completely wiped out, as if they had never existed.

Even because of the loophole, without the small world protected by the Heavenly Dao, other stowaways broke in again. After all, the absence of the Immortal Cultivation World does not mean that the Son of Fortune will not be born again.

The wool can be plucked endlessly.

After He Qingyu's popular science, Shen Zhinian squinted his eyes, his expression serious, and sighed earnestly: "Grandpa, you are over a hundred years old, but you are still so handsome and charming. It is really admirable!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the atmosphere around her suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

then……

Shen Zhinian was beaten.

She covered the back of her head that had been hit, looking a little aggrieved, and obviously not very convinced.

The master could be thousands or tens of thousands of years old, but she is only one hundred and thirty-six years old, with both decimals and integers, which sounds like a centenarian. How can we blame her?

He·Over 136 years old·Handsome·Grandpa·Qingyu pressed his temples which were bulging with anger, and said in a frown: "Don't you have any key points to ask?"

"Oh." There was still some. Shen Zhinian covered the back of his head with both hands, fearing that he would be hit again. "If it's not cultivation, then what is the meaning of your current existence?"

Immortality. Looking at what just happened, it cannot be described with conventional concepts. After all, time travel itself is unscientific.

According to He Qingyu, the world of immortal cultivation is gone, and the stowaways and other big guys who ascended to heaven should have no remains left, and should have evaporated and returned to nature.

At that time, He Qingyu, who was once the number one in the world of immortal cultivation, answered her like this: "It's just feudal superstition."

He paused, then added: "You can, too."

That was long before He Qingyu celebrated his 80th birthday... Pah! It was his birthday.

His cultivation had already reached the critical point for ascension, but he was not interested in ascending. Moreover, he had more or less sensed that something was wrong.

At the age of less than a hundred, he was still too young for the Immortal Cultivation World. Maybe those powerful people would listen to his opinions on other matters, but would they stop others from ascending?

If I say it out loud, I'm afraid I'll be labeled as a demon who disrupts the order of the world. If I say it out loud, I'll be hunted down.

He was not the Holy Father, and he only secretly spread the news that there was no hope of ascending to the immortal world. No one took it seriously, and no matter how hard he tried, nothing could be changed.

In other words, it was God's will that such news would not be known to the stowaway, and he had no choice but to protect himself.

Even bearing the pain... (well, actually it wasn't very painful) they collected all the spiritual energy that was returned to nature from the stowaways who failed to ascend, with the main goal of not letting a thief escape... ahem, that's what I mean.

In short, he reached a consensus with the Heavenly Dao, and he was responsible for leading the predestined people who appeared later to wipe out the remaining illegal immigrants together.

At the same time, he could also achieve his goal of cultivating immortality from the very beginning - eternal life and being outside of cause and effect.

And Shen Zhinian was the first chosen person to appear besides him.

Yes, it is as sad as it sounds. Currently, this organization consists of only the master and the eldest disciple.

Shen Zhinian, the Chosen One, could not understand his master's difficulties yet. For a moment, he almost thought that he was a human trafficker.

Or it could be some kind of pyramid scheme that is impoverished and short of people.

Oh...he himself said that he was just engaging in feudal superstition.

At that moment, the master's majestic image, as if he was about to ascend to heaven in the next second, was shattered to pieces.

Shen Zhinian looked at him deeply, and then his stomach started to sing the empty city plan.

Yes.

She compromised.

Because of some lame excuse like being hungry.

Well, there is nothing we can do about it. After all, people are made of iron and food is made of steel.

At least I'm following a fellow villager. Even though there are few people here, it's better than being a beggar.

I have to say, in a sense, she guessed right. It was just a lack of people, but it was not really poor.

The world of immortal cultivation is gone, but all those rare treasures preserved by Ji Zhihe are now in his hands, making him the richest man in the world!

The skinny body was picked up, and after Shen Zhinian burst out with an amazing desire to survive, he was safely relieved of all his strength. At this time, he was so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to walk, and was held steadily in He Qingyu's arms.

He was like a walking Doraemon. A pill appeared out of thin air in his palm and he stuffed it into Shen Zhinian's mouth.

The pill melted in her mouth before she could even react.

Her body gradually warmed up and the feeling of hunger disappeared instantly. She felt a little sleepy and asked in a low voice: "Master, why me?" That weird thing about the chosen one, it sounded so childish.

She had just crossed over and encountered that terrifying scene. If He Qingyu had not predicted that she would appear here, even if she could successfully escape from the pursuit of the beggars, she would probably have to suffer for a long time.

She thinks she is the coolest person in the world, but this body is only six years old. What can a six-year-old kid do? She still has some ability.

He Qingyu was not related to her in any way, but not only did he save her life, he also acted like a father to her. Shen Zhinian was very grateful.

After all, she was an orphan and had never had a father. She only had a grandmother who picked her up, but she had passed away before she traveled through time.

There is no regret in life, no matter where you are, for her...