Chapter 1249

The ancient divination says: Heaven hangs down images, and the sage follows them.

Great Yin Dynasty, spring of the Tianqi year, Kyoto Zhongyu.

The drizzle of early spring slanted across this bluestone alley in the southwest corner of the imperial capital.

In the rain curtain, under a black umbrella, Liu Xuanji, a middle-aged man in a green shirt, was moving his withered fingers over the bronze divination plate in front of him.

"Mr. Liu, how is it?"

The speaker was a young man in brocade clothes, standing under the black umbrella, looking at the middle-aged man in the green shirt, with strong attendants visible in the rain in the distance behind him.

Liu Xuanji did not look up, his gaze falling on the divination plate, watching the divination needle trembling incessantly at the "Kan" position, his eyes revealing contemplation.

This was the third divination of the day.

The first was a cloth-clad man asking about farmland, the second was an old woman looking for a lost grandson, and now this noble young man with a dragon-patterned jade pendant hanging from his waist had come specifically to ask about his official career.

After a while, Liu Xuanji looked up at the young man and spoke hoarsely.

"Young Master's life palace has the Ziwei star in the temple, which should be the master..."

Before he could finish speaking, the divination needle suddenly jumped to the "Li" position.

This sudden scene caused Liu Xuanji to frown.

According to the life destiny he deduced for the other party, the Kan position was the master of prosperity, and the Li position was the master of premature death.

What was shown at this moment was clearly a sign of premature death.

But the young man had already passed the age of premature death, and there was forty years of wealth aura lingering between his brows, and even the jade pendant at his waist was carved with a four-clawed coiled dragon.

This was the standard of a Prince's heir.

Liu Xuanji was silent, and the sound of rain grew denser.

He watched the divination needle trembling back and forth between the Kan and Li positions, finally drawing a circle connecting head to tail.

This strange change caused his brows to frown even more, his left hand pinching and calculating the heavenly stems and earthly branches in his sleeve.

But the more he calculated, the more cold sweat broke out on his back.

"How can it be like this..."

When calculating for the flower-selling girl three days ago, the divination image was also this bizarre and indistinguishable, and that girl was clearly a life of toil, yet the divination image showed signs of a phoenix singing in the nine heavens.

Today, it was like this again!

"Sir?"

The young man tapped the divination table with his fingers, and seeing that Liu Xuanji was still caught in a trance, he shook his head and looked at Liu Xuanji deeply.

He had heard of this Mr. Liu; the other party had once enjoyed great fame, but went insane ten years ago, and after recovering, gave up everything and chose to hide in the city.

"What a pity."

The young man left.

Dozens of breaths later, with a metallic taste rising in his throat, Liu Xuanji finally woke up, and the divination needle had stopped at the "Kun" position at some point, and because of the previous trembling, it had even scratched tiny cracks on the green jade plate surface.

Looking at the cracks, Liu Xuanji looked up at the young man's receding back, suddenly coughing violently; he instinctively took out a silk cloth, but when he put it down, the plain white silk handkerchief he was gripping tightly was already blooming with dots of red plum blossoms.

"Seven hundred and thirty-nine..."

Liu Xuanji muttered.

After a while, he stood up silently, packed up his stall, and returned to his humble dwelling in the rain.

In the simple house, Liu Xuanji sat at the table, looking at the rain outside the window, falling into memory.

Thirty years.

Since he solved the "Qing Jing Huan Shi Shu" at the age of sixteen, he had never calculated a divination wrong before the age of thirty-six.

But ten years ago, the divination images were like a star map stirred by a naughty child; those life trajectories that should have been straight forward all twisted into bizarre circles.

Everything became wrong.

Time passed slowly, and the night in the rain curtain came faster than usual.

Just like Liu Xuanji's heart sea at this moment.

Until late at night, as the oil lamp was lit, illuminating the room brightly.

In this lamplight, Liu Xuanji stood up, took out a treasured life book from a secret compartment, and slowly unfolded it in front of him.

Looking at the star charts densely packed on the yellowed paper pages, Liu Xuanji's expression became confused again.

These were the 738 wrong life destinies he had recorded over the past ten years; now, under the lamp, they revealed a terrifying pattern... all life lines extended to a certain node and then began to overlap bizarrely.

Looking at these, Liu Xuanji's fingertips brushed over the records of the third year of Yonglong.

That year, the star charts of the border-guarding veteran and the new top scholar overlapped on the day of Jingzhe.

That year, the life trajectory of an oil seller and the daughter of the prime minister coincided on their twenty-second birthday.

Stroke by stroke, others didn't understand, but in his eyes, it was shocking.

"How could it be like this... it's as if the lives of all living beings are tending toward Guiyi in these ten years..."

"And today..."

Liu Xuanji's eyes reproduced today's divination image; the life line of that heir should have been cut off at the age of twenty, but it suddenly turned at a certain node...

After a long while, he suddenly took out a white silk, and according to the life destiny method he had mastered, he rewrote all the bizarre life lines recorded over the years.

The water clock dripped, the sound urging him.

When the east turned fish-belly white, Liu Xuanji had already traced 739 life lines on the white silk over a zhang long; the last line was the heir.

The ink was not yet dry, and the life lines intertwined like a spider web, finally all pointing to the third quarter of the You hour on the day of Jingzhe.

This time was the moment he suddenly went insane ten years ago.

Looking at the white silk, Liu Xuanji's body gradually trembled, and the divination room suddenly blew with evil winds.

The silk cloth was rolled up by the wind, flying in the air, rotating by itself; the 739 life lines within it seemed to come alive, appearing one by one, becoming birth dates.

In Liu Xuanji's disbelieving gaze, he saw the birth dates of all the life owners flowing in the void, overlapping with each other, and finally... they actually pieced together into his own birth date!

Becoming consistent!

It was as if all life destinies were just appearances, and what was hidden inside was the same for all living beings!

At this moment, the bronze divination plate on the side emitted a miserable buzzing sound, 72 divination positions shot out green light simultaneously, and the jade divination needle shattered into powder while spinning crazily.

A jasper cicada flew out from the fragments of the divination plate; that was the object his master had stuffed into his palm before he died.

At this moment, the jade cicada spread its wings in the green light, and the word "One" he had written when practicing calligraphy in his childhood was carved on the cicada's belly.

"It's actually like this..."

Liu Xuanji looked at the jade dust floating in the sky, suddenly laughing crazily, grabbing the dancing white silk, and rushing out of the door in this madness.

When the morning bell shattered the mist, the southwest corner of Kyoto Zhongyu, outside the bluestone alley, was already crowded with onlookers.

Discussing heatedly.

And the one they were discussing was Liu Xuanji.

At this moment, Liu Xuanji, with red eyes, disheveled hair, and bare feet, stood on the divination stall, holding a torch in his hand; in the ferocious expression reflected by the firelight, he lit the white silk recording the life destinies.

And let the flames spread to himself.

And the fire tongue swept over the life lines, and in the ashes floating with the wind, 739 identical life destinies appeared.

Liu Xuanji laughed crazily and burned himself, and the onlookers screamed and retreated.

No one came to save him.

Until the firelight completely submerged Liu Xuanji, in the flames, his expression suddenly calmed down, looking at the terrified crowd, whispering softly.

"This world does not exist, and the lives of all of you are one life, that is my life."

Before the words fell, his figure had already fallen in the fire.

In the flames, no one saw that jasper cicada, which was stopping on his charred corpse; the star map on the cicada wings flowed, and faintly, it seemed that the face of the God of Pain flashed by.

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