The ancient hexagram says: The sky is a symbol, and the sage follows it.
Dayin Dynasty, in the spring of the Tianqi year, the emperor in Kyoto.
The rain in early spring swept over the bluestone alley in the southwest corner of the imperial capital.
In the rain, under the umbrella, wearing a blue shirt, Liu Xuanji, who was already middle-aged, was raising his thin fingers and wandering on the bronze hexagram plate in front of him.
"Mr. Liu, how is it?"
The person who spoke was a young man in brocade clothes, he stood in a black umbrella, looking at the middle-aged man in a blue shirt in front of him, and in the distance behind him, he could see a strong entourage in the rain.
Liu Xuanji didn't look up, his eyes fell on the hexagram plate, watching the hexagram needle tremble in the "kan" position, and his eyes were groaning.
This is the third hexagram of the day.
The first is a commoner asking about the land, and the second is the old woman looking for his lost grandson.
After a while, Liu Xuanji looked up, looked at the young man, and spoke hoarsely.
"The young master ordered the palace crape myrtle to enter the temple and be the master......
Before he finished speaking, the hexagram needle suddenly jumped to the "away" position.
This sudden scene made Liu Xuanji frown.
According to the opponent's fate he deduced, his fate is in prosperity, and his fate is in prosperity, and his position is dead.
What is shown at this moment is clearly the appearance of premature death.
But the young man has passed the age of death, and his eyebrows are lingering with forty years of wealth and nobility, and even the jade pendant on his waist is carved with a four-clawed dragon.
This is the standard for princes and princes.
Liu Xuanji was silent, and the sound of rain gradually became denser.
He looked at the hexagram needle trembling back and forth between the two of them, and finally drew a circle that was connected end to end.
This strange change made his brows furrow more and more, and he pinched his left hand in his sleeve to calculate the heavens and the earth.
But the more you calculate, the more cold sweat will flow on your back.
"Why is it so ......?"
When the flower seller was calculated three days ago, the hexagram was so strange and difficult to distinguish, and the girl was clearly a hard-working fate, but the hexagram showed the sign of the phoenix singing for nine days.
Today, it's like this again!
"Sir?"
The young man knocked on the hexagram table with his fingers, and seeing that Liu Xuanji was still stunned, he shook his head and took a deep look at Liu Xuanji.
He had heard about the Mr. Liu in front of him, who was once famous, but went crazy ten years ago, gave up everything after recovery, and chose to hide in the market.
"It's a pity."
The young man left.
After dozens of breaths, with the smell of rust rising in his throat, Liu Xuanji woke up, and the hexagram needle had stopped at the "Kun" position at some point, and even scratched a slight crack on the green jade plate due to the previous tremor.
Looking at the crack, Liu Xuanji raised his head, looked at the young man's fading back, suddenly coughed violently, and instinctively took out the silk cloth, but when he put it down, the plain white silk parry he was holding on to had bloomed a little red plum.
"Seven hundred and thirty-nine ......"
Liu Xuanji muttered.
After a while, he got up silently, closed the stall, and went back to his humble room in the rain.
In the simple house, Liu Xuanji sat at the table, looking at the rain outside the window, falling into memories.
Thirty years.
Since he understood the "Qingjing Fantasy Book of the World" at the age of sixteen, he had never missed a hexagram before the age of thirty-six.
But ten years ago, the hexagram was like a star map disturbed by a urchin, and the trajectories of the fate that should have been straight forward were all twisted into strange circles.
Everything has become wrong.
Time passed slowly, and the night in the rain came faster than usual.
Liu Xuanji's heart is so engraved.
Until late at night, as the oil lamps were lit, the inside of the house was illuminated.
In this light, Liu Xuanji stood up, took out a treasured book of fate from the secret compartment, and slowly unfolded it in front of him.
Looking at the dense astrological atlas on the yellowed pages, Liu Xuanji's expression was confused again.
These are the 738 wrong fate characters he has recorded in the past ten years, and at this moment there is a terrifying pattern under the lamp...... After all lifelines extended to a certain node, they began to overlap eerily.
Looking at these, Liu Xuanji's fingertips stroked the records of Yonglong's three years.
That year, the star charts of the veterans guarding the border and the new champions overlapped in the day.
That year, the fate of an oil seller and the prime minister's daughter coincided on his twenty-second birthday.
……
A pen that others couldn't understand, but in his eyes, it was shocking.
"How could this be...... It is as if the lives of all living beings are in the same trend in this ten years......"
"There is still today......"
Liu Xuanji's eyes reappeared today's hexagram, the prince's lifeline should have been cut off in the year of his weak crown, but at a certain node he suddenly turned ......
After a long time, he suddenly took out Bai Juan and rewrote all the strange fate lines he had recorded over the years according to the method of fate he had mastered.
The copper pot is dripping, and the sound is urgent.
When the east was full of fish belly white, Liu Xuanji had already traced the seven hundred and thirty-nine life lines on the white silk of more than ten feet, and the last line was the prince.
The lifeline of the ink is intertwined like a spider's web, and finally all point to the three o'clock of the day of awakening.
This hour was the moment when he suddenly went crazy ten years ago.
Looking at Bai Juan, Liu Xuanji's body gradually trembled, and the hexagram room suddenly had a cold wind at this moment.
The silk cloth was swept up by the wind, flew into the air, and rotated on its own in mid-air, and the seven hundred and thirty-nine lifelines in it seemed to come to life, emerging one by one, becoming a birthday horoscope.
In Liu Xuanji's unbelievable gaze, he saw the birth dates of all the life owners circulating in the void, overlapping each other, and finally ...... It was actually his own birthday!
It has become a consensus!
It is as if all destinies are only appearances, and what is hidden within them is the same for all beings!
At this moment, the bronze hexagram plate on the side made a mournful hum, the seventy-two hexagram positions burst out with blue light at the same time, and the jade hexagram needle shattered into powder in the frantic rotation.
A jasper cicada flew out of the fragments of the hexagram plate, which was what the master stuffed into his palm before he died.
At this moment, the jade cicada stretched its wings in the blue light, and the word "one" written by him when he practiced calligraphy as a child was engraved on the cicada's belly.
"It's like this......
Liu Xuanji looked at the jade chips floating all over the sky, suddenly laughed madly, raised his hand to grab the dancing Bai Juan, and rushed out of the door in this madness.
……
When the morning bell shattered the mist, the southwest corner of Kyoto Chuyu, outside the bluestone alley, was already crowded with people watching the excitement.
There was a lot of discussion.
And what they were talking about was Liu Xuanji.
At this moment, Liu Xuanji, with red eyes, disheveled hair and barefoot standing on the hexagram stall, holding a torch in his hand, in the ferocious expression reflected by the firelight, he ignited Bai Juan, who was recording his fate.
and let the flames spread itself.
And the tongue of fire rolled through one life line, and in the ashes drifting with the wind, seven hundred and thirty-nine identical fate characters emerged.
Liu Xuanji laughed and set himself on fire, and the onlookers screamed and retreated.
No one came to save them.
Until the fire completely submerged Liu Xuanji, in the flames, his expression suddenly calmed down, looking at the frightened crowd and muttering softly.
"This world does not exist, and the lives of all of you are one life, that is my life."
Before he finished speaking, his figure had fallen in the fire.
In the flames, no one saw the jasper cicada stopping on his charred corpse, the star map flowed on the cicada's wings, and vaguely, the face of the god of pain flashed by.
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