Gift natural power at the beginning

Chapter 862 Fate Mark
"Everything has a destiny, and everything has a spirit. Among them, Taoists use Guizang, Lianshan, and Zhouyi to seek fortune theory, set up Fengshui bureaus, and perform Zhoutian changes.
But the Buddha's veins use the cause and effect of the three generations to determine the fate of reincarnation, and wherever the words go, they are all fate, so they are not keen on the method of fate hexagrams, but..." Ban Ming paused,

"However, in my lineage of Daxue Mountain, I have always left a batch of fate methods, which can be used to look at people, seal fate lines, and grant sexual fate."

"Sexual life?" Lin Mo was puzzled.

"Those who have sex, life and life intersect, wherever they go, there are all fates, which are difficult to figure out, so Taoism will evolve with Fengshui,

As for the Daxueshan lineage, they don't have such big ambitions, and they only want a moment of sexual intercourse in order to seek good fortune and avoid evil. "The old monk Ban Ming replied.

"I understand what you mean, this batch is similar to a short-term staged fortune?" Lin Mo reacted,
It suddenly reminded me of my previous life when I went to the temple to seek hexagrams. The monk in the temple said that I should not touch the water when I was 14 years old. The principle should be similar.

"Luck? You can describe it like this."

"Then I really want to know, Master, since you can give orders, can you find out what happened two days ago?" Lin Mo was thoughtful, and then looked at Ban Ming with a half-smile.

He was referring to whether the other party figured out the civil strife in Daxue Mountain not long ago.

"It's counted, but it's not counted." Ban Ming nodded, shook his head again, turned his hand, and there was an extra roll of white leather book in his skinny hand.

It should be very old, and the snow-white skin color has been yellowed and shiny.

There are scribbled and complicated texture marks on it.

"20 years ago, my master gave me a second order before he died,
For 20 years after the announcement, Xueling must be guarded, and he is not allowed to go out for half a step in Luzhou, and he is not allowed to accept apprentices.
At the same time, you must not interfere in the selection of the soul boy, otherwise there will be a catastrophe...

Too bad I didn't do it all. "Ban Ming sighed.

This is actually the real reason for the robbery of the soul boy back then.

Normally speaking, if he took action, the Black Lotus Sect would not be able to plunder, let alone the choice to rob Daxue Mountain's soul boy.

It's just that he managed to guard the Xueling Mountains, not leave Luzhou for half a step, and he also managed not to accept apprentices, not to interfere in the selection of the soul boy,
But when Hei Lian returned to the mountain, in order to balance the two forces in the mountain, he agreed with the former to enter the mountain.

So much so that the other party happened to be the successor of the soul boy by chance.

This seems to be an alternative way to intervene.

Sometimes he wondered whether the recent catastrophe in Daxue Mountain could be due to this reason.

Lin Mo pondered for a while, looking at Ban Ming who showed a look of regret and regret, the smile on his face slowly disappeared:

"I see, then please trouble the master."

"Okay! I don't know whether the order approved is correct or not, but I hope it can bring some help to the Buddha!" ​​Monk Ban Ming laughed,
"I also hope that I can use this to earn more hope for Chi County!"

After he finished speaking, without further ado, he directly took out a prayer wheel inlaid with silver and jade from a painted cowhide cloth bag at his waist.

There are patterns of birds, beasts, insects, fish, etc. on it.

At the top, there are continuous snow-capped mountains.

"Give me the Buddha's head." Ban Ming said solemnly.

Lin Mo glanced at the prayer wheel in the opponent's hand. In his vision, the latter was a bit unusual, with a unique aura lingering in it.

He pondered for a while, without hesitation, passed his hand over, and was then grabbed by Ban Ming.

The palm of his hand was very cold, like a snowy mountain under the feet of the two of them, facing the sun but never melting, it was even a bit biting.

Ban Ming grabbed Lin Mo's hands, and they all landed on the prayer wheel in his hands.

Four fingers pressed lightly on the body of the tube, and the thumb landed on the Daxueshan pattern on the top of the tube.

The lips moved slightly, and the fingers exerted a little force.

call!
I saw the prayer wheel spinning for a split second.

The flowers, birds, insects and fish are connected together, as if they meet to form a colorful world in which the two live.

However, the snow-capped mountains at the top of the cylinder also rotated and condensed into a pale snow-top, which remained unchanged.

Ban Ming looked serious and pursed his lips slightly.

He started to hold Lin Mo's hand and left the prayer wheel.

The process was very slow, and a thin layer of sweat even formed on the forehead, as if it took a lot of effort.

After a few breaths, he finally separated from Lin Mo's hand.

And the speed of the prayer wheel also reached an extreme.

Ban Ming looked at the prayer wheel, his lips still moving slightly, chanting words.

After a few more breaths, "Buddha's head, lightly pat the body of the tube three times with your hands to determine the cause and effect of the three generations."

Lin Mo did as he did. Although he didn't quite believe it, he had already seen that the other party's so-called orders were really not a trick.

At least a little bit more mysterious than this.

Without hesitation, he reached out and took three consecutive shots on the body of the prayer wheel rotating at high speed.

It is also very strange.

The open prayer wheel was spinning at high speed, and after Lin Mo took the third shot, the latter stopped immediately.

As if there is no inertia.

Ban Ming breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the prayer wheel, took out a red egg-shaped object from his sleeve, and placed it lightly on the snow-capped mountain pattern on the top of the barrel.

Then some vague syllables came out of his mouth again, and he blew on it.

I saw the red chicken eggs melted like spring snow and penetrated into the prayer wheel.

The snow mountain becomes the blood mountain.

Ban Ming didn't move, just watched the former quietly.

One breath, two breaths... ten breaths...

Soon, the incense stick time passed.

The blood mountain quickly faded into a snow mountain.

The moment the change was completely completed, Ban Ming took out the yellowed snow-covered book he took out earlier, opened a new page, and directly turned the prayer wheel upside down, covering it with the side of the snow mountain.

Soon.

The original pure white side immediately had countless bloody lines.

The lines are intertwined and coiled, looking messy like balls of thread, but they seem to follow a certain pattern and contain some kind of information.

The old monk Ban Ming calmly raised the prayer wheel and looked at the snow book in his hand.

just the next moment...

clack clack...

Suddenly there was a strange sound, and then a large amount of blood sprayed out from the prayer wheel, directly soaking all the complicated line symbols on the snow-white paper.

Ban Ming's face froze, and he immediately picked up the prayer wheel, and with a surge of energy in his hand, he quickly covered it and wrapped it.

Above the latter, the snow mountain turned into a blood mountain again.

The next moment, blood water spread down from the top, and the pattern of flowers, birds, insects and fish around the scripture tube was also stained with a layer of blood light.

"This is?" Lin Mo asked.

"Fate pattern." Ban Ming stared at it for a few breaths before slowly making a sound.

The book of life cannot bear the Buddha head and your life pattern..."

"What do you mean?" Lin Mo asked again.

"Turn the prayer wheel at three points to determine the cause and effect of the three generations, then use red sandalwood to follow the fate, leave it on the book of fate, and finally interpret it with the secret method,

This order went wrong..."

Monk Ban Ming raised his head and looked at Lin Mo, with a look of surprise in his old eyes:
"The head of the Buddha, turning the prayer wheel, can't collect your karma of the three generations. There is no past, no future, only the present, so...the fate pattern is not there..."

(End of this chapter)