Chapter 1176 The Little Beauty’s Wife [1 Update]

"I see." Jun Muqian nodded, "It seems that Wangchuan is specifically targeting those who abandon their physical bodies and purely cultivate their souls."

"Well, so they don't know that at the bottom of the Wangchuan River, there are things left by Ksitigarbha." Ying Zijin glanced around, "Ksitigarbha told me that Wangchuan actually also carries Part of his power was used here to transform the wandering souls who were sent to the underworld for their sins."

"Ksitigarbha's ambitions are unparalleled by few people in the ancient world." Jun Muqian sighed softly, "For both public and private purposes, I also hope that he can return to the ancient world."

If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha!

How many Buddhas can do this in the Western Paradise?

Ying Zijin was silent for a moment: "But it is not that simple to restore the life and death record."

"I know." Jun Muqian turned to look at her, smiled, and said calmly, "The Book of Life and Death is the ultimate innate spiritual treasure. Even the saints of heaven cannot destroy it. On the contrary, after it is destroyed, it is extremely difficult to restore it."

"But I have to restore the book of life and death, even if I have to waste my cultivation once, or I will be an ordinary person in this life."

The purpose of her coming to the Great Wilderness was to save her friends and relatives. Secondly, so that she could take care of other living beings and the entire Great Wilderness.

But if she can't even save her relatives and friends, what ability does she have to save the prehistoric country from destruction?

Ying Zijin said thoughtfully: "Although I have no heart, I can understand you a little bit."

"Come to think of it, no wonder you, a woman, are always so indifferent." Jun Muzhen touched her chin and looked slightly solemn, "Are you also concerned about whether we can successfully restore the book of life and death?"

"Yes, forget it." Ying Zijin walked forward, "I saw 18,963 possible outcomes, of which 23 were successfully restored."

"So many?" Jun Muqian almost choked to death, she was really shocked, "Isn't it Ying Zijin, are all your fortune tellers so terrible?"

She had always thought that the so-called prophecy was a set result that would not change.

"The way of hexagrams is ever-changing." Ying Zijin raised his eyebrows slightly, "One move affects the whole body. If a node changes, the future will also change accordingly."

She kicked a stone at the bottom of the Wangchuan River and said, "Even a small action like this on my part can lead to a new result in the future."

"If you arrange and combine them, more than 10,000 results will be few."

"That makes sense." Jun Muqian felt a headache after hearing that. "Fortunately, I don't specialize in divination, otherwise my head would explode."

Moreover, when a hexagram is used, the backlash is also extremely serious. The greater the hexagram event, the greater the backlash will be.

Therefore, ordinary fortune tellers will not do fortune telling easily. Only by not getting involved in cause and effect can they protect themselves. If they make too many predictions, they may harm the people around them.

Because if you want to change the cause and effect, you have to pay the corresponding price.

Of course, the powerful fortune tellers at the level of Ksitigarbha and Guidance are not included. If they are counterattacked, they must have figured out major events such as life and death that even heaven cannot see through.

It was at this time that Ying Zijin suddenly spoke again: "I also specifically predicted the future of the prehistoric era."

"Huh?" Jun Muqian looked serious, "What future?"

"In the future, a great war will break out in the ancient world." Ying Zijin said in a slow voice, "It is not a calamity sent by heaven, nor is it a battle in the universe."

Jun Muqian's eyes deepened: "I know, it must be related to that weird black mist."

"I have seen 964,457 possibilities for this war." Ying Zijin looked at her, "But do you know how many times among so many possibilities, we won? "

Jun Mu's eyes darkened: "How many times?"

This base number was already larger than she expected.

Ying Zijin slowly raised her hand and slowly raised a finger, but the next second, she took it back again and clenched her palm into a fist.

zero!

Jun Muqian's heart suddenly sank, her throat moved, and she said in a difficult voice: "With so many possibilities, we haven't won even once?"

Nine hundred and sixty-six thousand four hundred and fifty-seven species!

Is the destruction of the prehistoric era really an irreversible fate?

"Yes, the results I have predicted so far are that we -" Ying Zijin sighed, "we have not won even once."

Jun Muqian's heart sank deeply and her mood was extremely complicated.

If this is a predetermined result, does it mean that no matter how hard she tries, she can't save the prehistoric world?

If that's the case, what else is she trying to do?

"Wait!" Jun Muqian seemed to have thought of something, "Are you talking about the present?"

"Yes, it is a future calculated from the known past." Ying Zijin nodded, "Maybe tomorrow, due to some uncertain variables, new results will appear."

"It's okay, that's good." Jun Muqian's eyebrows spread, his depression swept away, and he suddenly looked energetic again, "Since we haven't reached the final moment yet, we can't be sure that we will lose. As long as there is a chance to win, , even if it’s just once, I won’t give up.”

"That's what it is..." Ying Zijin raised his hand and pointed at his temple, speaking in a lazy and leisurely tone, "So I've seen too much of the future, and my head is still a little dizzy. Do you have to compensate me? "

"Compensation?" Jun Muqian glanced at her, "What compensation do you want?"

Ying Zijin tilted his head and raised his phoenix eyes: "I think you won't treat me badly."

"Then let me think about it..." Jun Muzhen began to think hard. Suddenly, she gave a high-five, "I thought of it!"

"What?"

Jun Muqian's tone was unusually excited: "Did you know that I have a son who is super cute, super beautiful, and super sensible?"

Ying Zijin's eyes moved slightly: "Well, your son has an extraordinary future. He is also someone I can't predict. You have to watch carefully."

"That's necessary, my son. Hey, don't interrupt me. I just thought about it. You don't lack anything. It's useless for me to compensate you. It's better to compensate the next generation." Jun Muqian raised her eyebrows. "If you give birth to a daughter, we will make an appointment to get married. If you give birth to a son, let our children become sworn brothers. What do you think?"

Ying Zijin: "It's not very good. It's quite vulgar. It's not written like this in any script."

Jun Muxian: "..."

"I'm serious." Jun Muqian's forehead twitched, "Look how cost-effective this is. If you give birth to a daughter, you will have a husband, if you give birth to a son, you will have a big brother, and my son can take care of your child. How good is that? .”

Ying Zijin looked unmoved: "You just sold your son? Does your son agree?"

"Of course not, it must be approved by him." Jun Muqian said seriously, "Besides, I am choosing a wife for a little beauty. He has been very visionary since he was a child. Even if he is ugly, he can't stand it. Naturally, I can't stand it either. , I’m afraid that when the time comes, he will be surrounded by a lot of girls, but he won’t be able to find one with whom he can get along.”

"But you are different. You are good, and you cannot fall in love with ugly people. Therefore, your children will definitely inherit your advantages perfectly. The wealth will not go to others. If they don't like each other, then there is nothing to say. , we still need to respect the child’s choice.”

"But it's not bad to have someone to take care of you, right?"

"Well--" Ying Zijin closed her eyes and moved her fingers so quickly that she could barely catch the afterimage. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and said, "Jun Muqian, I think you'd better not think about this. Forget it, the possibility of me getting married is zero."

"You should look for someone else for your son, but it's best to find someone whose luck is not too different from his, otherwise he won't be worthy at all."

Jun Muxian: "..."

She was extremely unbelievable: "Are you kidding me?"

Does this count for his uncle?

"No." Ying Zijin said calmly, "I told you, I have no heart and it is impossible to love someone."

"Okay, okay, then I will help you find a heart to compensate you." Jun Muzhen gave up, "Hey, how could there be such a strange person like you? Where do you come from?"

Ying Zijin did not answer this time.

And after three full hours——

Ying Zijin suddenly stopped, calculated again, and then said: "We're here."

Jun Muxian also stopped, and she looked up with a determined look in her eyes.

The bottom of the Forgotten River is also black and blood-yellow. Originally, nothing could be seen, but here it has become transparent, and everything in front can be clearly seen.

There is an extremely huge bronze door standing in front of it. At a glance, you can't see the top. You can only feel the stern coercion of Gu Ao coming from it, with the powerful aura that only the ancient innate demon gods can have.

There are two door knockers on this bronze door, which are in the shape of skulls and look terrifying.

Jun Muqian squinted his eyes and slowly moved up, seeing the pattern of flying dragons and phoenixes carved on the giant bronze door.

Those are three words.