"The road to practicing Taoism is long. If you blindly pursue strength and immortality, you may have nothing in the end," the old man looked at Lin Junxuan lovingly: "Child, I have given you the opportunity to have strength and immortality, but strength and immortality are not the ultimate goal. He is just a tool, a tool to help you find the most important things in life. Remember this point firmly. Only in this way can you not get lost!"

The old man clicked and made people understand it. Lin Junxuan didn't say a word, his eyes were filled with thoughts. Suddenly, Lin Junxuan stood up, faced the old man, bowed three heads respectfully, and raised his head. Lin Junxuan said solemnly: "I, Lin Junxuan, is not an ungrateful person. Although you only passed on me one volume of "Taofa Zhengzang" and did not say that you would accept me as your disciple, but to me, you are my master! Master, if your life is over, please let me take care of you in your last days. If the master has other plans and wants to leave, the disciple dare not stop him. But please tell the disciple your name before leaving, and Junxuan will definitely remember it forever!"

The sincere feelings revealed by this four-year-old child moved the old man and said: "Child, get up! At the last time, I can meet you and experience the feeling of being a real human being."

"As for my name, child, your ability is still too weak now. Knowing my name is definitely not a good thing for you. When your ability is strong enough, you will naturally know my name," the old man looked at the sky, sighed, and a deep helplessness appeared on his face: "There is not much time, and my soul and body are getting weaker and weaker. You go back first. Come find me tomorrow."

It was indeed very late. Lin Junxuan stood up and bowed: "Master, I'll leave first, I'll come over tomorrow!"

"Yes!" the old man nodded: "Although your teacher is not a corrupt scholar, it is better not to let him know about this kind of thing."

"I will pay attention," Lin Junxuan said and walked out. Just as he got up and walked out of the temple gate, a black thing fell out of his arms and fell to the ground with a "bang". It was an ancient book. The cold wind blew into the temple, and the pages of the ancient book were turned open by the wind, revealing a pattern. It was an illustration, with a line of words "Nine Palaces Picture" written on it!

The old man's eyes were originally drooping. When the ancient book fell from Lin Junxuan's arms, the old man thought it was the volume "Taofa Zhengzang" he gave him, but he just glanced indifferently. However, when he saw the Nine Palaces pattern, the old man's eyes could no longer move, and a dazzling light suddenly shot out of his eyes.

"Where did you get this book?!!" Before Lin Junxuan could see clearly what was going on, the ancient book had already reached the old man's hands.

"Where did you get this scroll?" the old man asked again, his voice trembling a little, his face turned red due to excitement. Lin Junxuan stared at him in a daze. He had never seen this expression on the old man.

"This is passed down from my ancestors!" Lin Junxuan replied subconsciously.

As if he noticed that his tone was a little too serious, the old man slowed down and said slowly: "Child, you're scared, I'm a little impulsive."

With a wave of his hand, a green light shield like water waves enveloped the entire interior of the City God Temple. The sound of wind and snow outside suddenly disappeared. After doing this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's going on? How did a volume of "Qimen Dunjia" have such a big impact?" The old man's solemnity made Lin Junxuan feel strange. This volume of books like "Qimen Dunjia" is common in the world before he traveled through time, and he could get one for almost a dozen yuan. Why did the old man react so much when he saw this volume?

"Master, do you know the origin of this ancient book?" Although it was inquiring tone, Lin Junxuan's tone was very sure that the old man must know the answer.

Nodding, the old man lowered his head and pointed to the circular pattern displayed on the page of the book opened by Qimen Dunjia and said, "Did you see this pattern? This is called the Nine Palaces Picture, which is the most basic thing in the formation of the 'Tianji Sect', and the 'Tianji Sect' has long disappeared. Now, no one knows the entire world of Taoism, let alone the 'Tianji Sect', not to mention the 'Tianji Sect', even the formation is."

"In addition to the 'formula', Tianji Sect also has a 'innate technique'. It is said that it calculates life and death of a person, and it is indifferent. My 'no omission is from the 'Tianji Sect'! In addition to these, Tianji Sect is said to have 'star-gazing method' and 'feng shui technique'. The latter is said to be able to change a person's destiny, but... Unfortunately, all of these things have been lost!"

"Ah?!" Lin Junxuan was so shocked that he could hardly think. The name he said was so familiar that Lin Junxuan almost immediately remembered the source of these things. The world before traveling through time was almost known to everyone!

‘Astrology’ - Ancient Onmyoji’s astrology observation, used to watch the fortunes of the emperors of all dynasties and kill signs of rebellion!

"Innate numerology" has many names derived from, such as "Tuibei Tu", "Plum Blossom Yizi", and "Wanglong Jing", these books are most frequently used in the hands of a type of people - fortune teller!

Feng Shui ancient books, Feng Shui masters from Hong Kong and Taiwan each have one!

‘Astrology’, ‘Innate numerology’, ‘Feng Shui’ and ‘Feng Shui’ have a common collective name called ‘feudal superstition’! Nine out of ten fortune tellers are not accurate, and the other one is based on guessing. Feng Shui is more mysterious. Whether it is released or not, Feng Shui masters can tell you a lot of wrong reasons. As for astrologers, they have long disappeared due to the development of scientific outlook! Not many people believe in these things, and more people rely on him to fool some old people and make a living!

"First there was "Thousand Characters" and later there was a 'Sub-Saint Mencius', and now there was 'Feng Shui Fortune Telling'. If one happened was a coincidence, three consecutive coincidences could not be called coincidences!" Lin Junxuan's mood was fluctuating, and he remembered the 'Jackal and Wolf worshiping the moon' again.

"Why did you not lead to other places when you passed through that passage? It was this world!"

A thought passed through my mind like lightning, and Lin Junxuan immediately confirmed the idea in his mind: "The two worlds must be related!"

"The reason why no one believes in the things like 'Innate Art Count', 'Tuibei Tu', 'Feng Shui' is because their predictions are inaccurate. Perhaps, it is not because their predictions are inaccurate, but because they are spread in a wrong world," Lin Junxuan thought in his heart: "Can't innate Art Count', 'Feng Shui', 'Astrology' are the things that are called 'Tianji Sect' in this world. It's just that for some reason, the unique skills of 'Tianji Sect' were spread to the world where I am. These unique skills should only be applicable to this world, so after they are spread to another world, they will not work at all!!"

Thinking of this, Lin Junxuan raised his head, looked at the fortune teller, and asked, "Master, do you know what happened to Tianji Sect?"

The old man shook his head: "That's a mystery. No one knows what's going on. The 'Tianji Sect' almost overnight, from the head to the ordinary disciples, disappeared without a trace. No one knows what's going on! It's been thousands of years now, and no one knows what's going on in this sect. For cultivators today, let alone the 'Tianji Sect', they don't even know what the 'formula' is!"

Lin Junxuan was shocked. If the old man said correctly, then the legendary "Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, Qimen Formation" is likely to be true!

"Please hold this book," the old man handed over "Qimen Dunjia" again: "Study the 'unique skills of formation' in it, which is likely to be your future 'unique skills of saving your life'. After midnight, you go back first..."

The old man said, his expression becoming more and more depressed, his originally bright eyes suddenly became dim, and layers of black dirt gathered from all directions, condensed on the surface of the old man's body. His face began to darken again, and an unpleasant odor emanated from his armpits...

"Master, Master..." Lin Junxuan was shocked, stood up quickly and supported the old man's body. The old man's body was soft and slowly fell to the ground like a dispersed moment. His eyes were dull and there was no trace of focus. In the blink of an eye, the old man began to lose his mind and became confused again.

Lin Junxuan sighed, knowing that the old man said that the "Five Declines of Heaven and Man" had begun to attack again. He hugged the old man's body, slowly let go, and let the old man lie on the ground again.

"Pop!" The 'green light shield' in the ancient temple broke through, and the wind and snow roared in again. In the corner of the wall, the sleeping beggars made a low murmur, as if they were about to wake up. Lin Junxuan quickly put away "Qimen Dunjia", turned around and looked at the motionless old man, and then strode into the wind and snow...

With the wind and snow outside, Lin Junxuan walked far away from the ruined temple and still looked back from time to time. What happened today was like a dream. If it weren't for the book "Taofa Zhengzang" in his arms, Lin Junxuan thought that all this was his own illusion.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and it was almost half of the calves, but there was still no sign of stopping. Lin Junxuan accelerated, and he had to rush back to the school before the snow was flooded to his knees. It was very cold outside, but Lin Junxuan could not feel the chill. A familiar warmth came from the star-shaped pendant chain on his chest, dispelling the coldness of the body. Lin Junxuan then remembered that he forgot to ask the old man about the origin of the pendant chain.

"Let me ask my master tomorrow. Master has lived for nearly ten thousand years and should know the origin of this star-shaped pendant chain!" Lin Junxuan thought and accelerated his pace. Behind him, the dilapidated temple that emitted a faint spark had long been covered by dense wind and snow, and the school museum was not far away in front.

"I'm back!" As soon as Lin Junxuan entered the school hall, Gan Ruye looked over. Lin Junxuan came back very late, but Gan Ruye didn't mean to blame him, but was more concerned. Beside him, seven or eight beggars in a dilapidated clothes were surrounding the charcoal brazier and grilling the fire.

"Well," Lin Junxuan responded with his head down, without explaining why the old man didn't come. He didn't want to lie to him, nor did he want to say words like "The old man is a monster, not afraid of the cold". At that time, Gan Ruye would only think he was crazy! "Zi Wushuo's strange powers and gods are still in his ears. Lin Junxuan dared to say something like gods, monsters and so on to Gan Ruye.

"It's cold outside, it's shaking. Come in and cook the fire." Gan Ruye looked behind Lin Junxuan, and didn't see the old man, so he knew what was going on. But Lin Junxuan didn't say it, so he stopped asking.

When Lin Junxuan closed the door, he shook the snow on his body, and then walked to the charcoal brazier. Several beggars gave in to the side, leaving a vacant seat. Lin Junxuan squatted down in front of the vacant seat, baking the fire while silently thinking about his thoughts.

The room was very warm, and it was like two worlds outside. It was already late at night, and several beggars could no longer resist the sleepiness, so they lay directly not far from the brazier and fell asleep. There were only a few little beggars next to the brazier to accompany Lin Junxuan to cook the fire.
Chapter completed!