All the false prophecies I made have come true?

Chapter 123

Everyone present who saw this scene was stunned.

Including those agents from other places who looked at this picture from a distance, their faces were full of horror.

The feeling of being doomed fills everyone's heart.

They suddenly realized...

All of this seems to have been fixed for a long time, no matter what is done... This fact cannot be changed.

No matter what she did or what she did, it would eventually lead to her death!

This kind of knowledge makes many people's hearts suddenly tighten.

Suddenly feel...

Since everything is doomed, since everything you want to change is in fate...

What's the point of life then?
The changes in the minds of these people at the moment mean nothing to the world.

And the goal of "capturing the traversers" they wanted to achieve was confirmed to be a failure at the moment of Liu Haiying's death.

The news quickly spread throughout the intelligence agencies of various countries...

Of course, the Longguo Security Bureau also received this news.

Although the people from the Longguo Security Bureau did not go to the villa area, they have placed eyeliners in many intelligence hubs. Results like this are easy to get.

On the one hand, Long Guo's intelligence work is doing well, and on the other hand, it is also because Liu Haiying is alive or dead, which is not important enough for intelligence agencies in various places.

However, three to ten minutes after the Longguo intelligence agency got the news...

A photo of a heavy horse appeared on the Internet.

There was a heated discussion in the Great Prophet Post Bar.

"Confirmed death! The sixth prophecy has been successfully verified! There is no vain wait tonight!"

Many people are asking about the source of the photo, but the owner said that his uncle in the United States lives next to the villa. At first, he didn't know that this woman was Liu Haiying, but only when the ambulance pulled him away.

And for the majority of netizens, they don't care whether the source of the news is from the uncle's party, their focus is very clear and direct——

That is Liu Haiying is dead.

This fact not only shows the accuracy of the prophecy, but also the unstoppable nature of the prophecy.

Because in that picture there are obviously some agents from the Bureau of Investigation and Intelligence, as well as firemen and ambulance nurses.

Under such heavy insurance, she died and confirmed her death... that's enough to explain the problem.

And when this prophecy is verified, Liu Haiying is no longer important, and people don't have the heart to satirize a dead person again.

Soon, discussions in the Great Prophet Post Bar began to spread in all directions.

[The next language is Confucius Temple Confucius preaching!Have you organized a group to go to the Confucian Temple together? 】

[Could it be that the national football team really wants to win the championship! ? 】

[Why did the aliens go to Yanjing?By the way, there has been a lot of news about aliens recently?I watched a lot of short videos that captured UFOs...]

[Is Confucius also a cultivator?In what way will preaching be presented in the Confucian Temple? 】

For a time, a group of demons danced wildly in the post bar, and a hundred flowers bloomed.

The sixth prophecy was successfully verified, and people's attention quickly turned to the seventh prophecy.

At this time, Lu Yun was also working hard for the seventh prophecy.

……

After more than ten days of struggle, it is now, and there is still about one-seventh of the last qi that has not been filled.

At this time, he was in 483 BC.

Duke Ai of Lu was 12 years old.

Confucius was 69 years old this year.

But he is still engaged in education and collating documents.

It is midsummer.

But the weather was not too hot.

Lu Yun was on the roof, watching Confucius in the room writing at his desk, and felt a little sigh in his heart.

The Spring and Autumn Period was full of chaos, and people's lifespans were quite short.It seems that Confucius has lived a long life at this time, but many of the students who used to be around him have passed away before him.

The glorious scale of three thousand disciples is no longer there.

At this time, Confucius was an old man who was dying, burning his last brilliance for the thoughts he wanted to convey.

And even at this time...

Lu Yun still hadn't seen any ability that Confucius showed in his hands that surpassed that of mortals.

It was as if those cultural energies entered his body, and they disappeared into the sea and disappeared completely.

"No matter what, he should have noticed some anomalies..."

"It can't be that the hard work of these ten days is actually giving air?"

Lu Yun was a little distracted, but soon came back to his senses.

Confucius was compiling his understanding of the Book of Changes at this time.

A work that uses hexagrams to explain the meaning of social ethics and morality, "Xiangzhuan" is about to be completed under his pen.

At this time, the 69-year-old Confucius was thinking about how to write.

His eyes kept wandering back and forth on the blank silk in front of Zhou Yi and himself.

I tried to write a few times, but stopped again.

In fact, Lu Yun was a little surprised when he saw a brush for the first time in the Spring and Autumn Period, but now he is more used to it.

It's just that Confucius's pen is too laborious.

It was just writing down, and it had been over an hour since Lu Yun lay on the roof.

Under this peaceful sun, Lu Yun pinched his thighs, so he didn't let himself fall asleep.

But after all, it's only a moment to write down anything, and Lu Yun didn't want to miss it, so he continued to wait.

However, just when Lu Yun started to doze off a little.

After a long pause, Confucius finally moved his wrist.

Seeing this scene, Lu Yun cheered up.

However, just as Confucius' pen was about to land on the silk, Lu Yun's pupils shrank suddenly.

He can feel...

The breath of Confucius seems to be a little wrong?

These thoughts flashed in Lu Yun's mind...

Because the moment the pen in Confucius' hand fell on the silk and silk, there was a splendid bloom!

The light was very dazzling, and it was at this moment that Lu Yun stabbed with tears from the corners of his eyes...

And when Lu Yun got used to it, the first word had already been written!

"sky!"

The first word is God!

At the moment when he saw the word "天", Lu Yun only felt that he was suddenly dragged into the sky...

I felt a vastness that belongs to the sky of the universe!
On the text that was written with a single stroke of the pen, it seemed that Hong Zhong was vibrating at the tip of the pen!

Lu Yun's heart tightened, but he did not forget his mission.

He immediately moved his thoughts and poured the remaining literary energy into Confucius' body...

What is different from the past is that the cultural energy at this time is not quietly flowing in, but like a giant dragon absorbing water, rushing towards Confucius!

Lu Yun was shocked, and quickly increased the number of Wen Qi dumping!
And under his pouring infusion, Confucius seemed to be smoother when he wrote, and the vision came out from between the lines!

Be upright, be strong!
That kind of striving and enterprising meaning was conveyed between the lines!

"Tianxingjian!"

"A gentleman strives for self-improvement!"

It seems that the heaven and the earth are condensed in this sentence, and the golden light blooms on the silk!
A gentleman should be like the vast sky, striving for progress, fortitude and determination, anger and strength, and never stop! !
And that's not enough!

At the age of 69, Confucius continued to write the first word of the second sentence on the silk with an extremely dignified expression——

"land!"

The original sonorous aura suddenly changed, and it became extremely soft in just an instant. It seemed to be extremely vast and could accommodate all things!
"Topography Kun!"

"A gentleman carries things with great virtue!"

The rumbling sound seemed to vibrate under the ground, and it seemed that the entire city resonated with it again!

A gentleman should be like the vast earth, thickening virtues and accommodating all things!

Two sentences, two paragraphs of text, fell on the silk, but they hooked the wisdom of heaven and earth!
It seems to be writing such a world!
Outside Hangu Pass, Lao Tzu raised his head in the field, and the green ox stopped.

He looked in the direction of Lu Guo, his eyes were quite agitated.

(End of this chapter)