"I don't know the other half of what Master said, but I believe what he said."

"After Master passed away, for twenty years, I had to lead these disciples who did not eat cows. When half of them came back, it was also the time when I started to learn to use my own brain."

"I didn't have to think about it before, because with Master around, he always had an idea. When he didn't have an idea, I wouldn't have an idea. I just stayed with him, that's all."

"But in the past twenty years, I have figured out a lot of things. For example, if you don't eat cows, you have many uncles. For example, if you don't eat cows, you are not born to be an emperor. Compared with who among us becomes the emperor, it is better to say

, it is more important to prevent who becomes emperor."

"Leader, I can see that you are confused now, but I really want to say something..."

"Your confusion is similar to that of the leader before he was suppressed by the Twelve Ghost Altar..."

"..."

"..."

Hu Ma has moved away from Zhuangzi, but Senior Brother Bu Shi Niu's words are still echoing in his ears.

The first and second stages of Lao Junmei's life are actually basically the same as those of the reincarnated people today.

Probably just to be more drunk, after all, the reincarnated people at that time were not as careful as people today, and were tightly suppressed by the ten surnames.

So, what did he understand in the third stage of his life?

Was it because of the Twelve Ghost Altar that he figured out those things and realized the debt he was carrying?

I have also seen the twelve ghost altars in Laoyin Mountain. Indeed, it is a kind of power that I cannot shake. Perhaps, if I want to understand these twelve ghost altars, I can only worship and ask questions.

This is what Lao Baanpan plans to teach himself.

But after all, Lao Abacus was ordered to guide him and become the chief priest of Daluo Sect.

There are countless methods in this world, and many of them will change people's temperaments drastically after being exposed to them. Therefore, he can't really be so honest and explore the twelve ghost altars according to the method of the chief priest.

While thinking about it secretly, he leaned out of the car window and waved to the distance.

Lao Abacus was wearing new clothes and was riding on a donkey. He was very proud of himself. When he saw Hu Ma waving, he hurriedly turned over.

Speaking of this, Hu Ma felt a little helpless.

He never expected to understand why Miaoshan followed him so naturally.

When I arrived at Zhuangzi, which did not eat cattle, I just wanted to see what these people were doing and learn about what happened to Lao Junmei during his lifetime. I had no intention of asking them to borrow help.

But Fairy Miaoshan seemed to do it naturally. When she was about to set out the next day, she prepared everything, hired men, carriages, servants, and pulled three or four large and comfortable carriages.

Not only can it save you from the pain of traveling on both legs, but even the old abacus is equipped with a donkey.

There were people scouting the way ahead, people buying food and ingredients along the way, and even a dedicated cook.

Even her biological father now has a black umbrella to shade the sun and white flowers to cover the coffin. She also plans to hire a few weeping filial sons to wear linen and wear filial piety. They will follow the coffin all the way and cry to the capital. However, Hu Ma really feels that it is inappropriate.

Yan Ci just stopped her.

Helplessly, I turned my head and glanced, and saw the laughter of Fairy Miaoshan and Miss Zhou from time to time in an exquisite carriage behind me. I didn't know what the two were talking about.

When the carriage was just pulled over, Fairy Miaoshan and Miss Zhou both wanted to get into their carriage.

But with three people in one carriage, plus two little angels, it was a bit crowded.

Then Fairy Miaoshan's little envoy Gui Douguan jumped out and shouted: "No, no need to squeeze, one person has one car, we can afford it!"

So, there is no need to squeeze.

But the journey was boring, so Fairy Miaoshan and Miss Zhou squeezed into a car and sat alone in their own car, so that they could think about things.

Seeing the old abacus approaching, Hu Ma pondered and asked: "What exactly is the Twelve Ghost Altar?"

When Lao Abacus suddenly asked, he was slightly startled and whispered: "Didn't I tell you before? I have enjoyed the incense for one hundred and fifty years!"

"I'm not asking about this, I'm asking how these twelve ghost altars were refined?"

Hu Ma waved his hand and said: "The ancestral altar was destroyed and the Twelve Ghost Altar replaced the ancestral altar, but this can be replaced by anything?"

"Didn't you say that it was refined by the second chief priest of your Daluo Sect? Even if it is refined, there is always something that can be refined."

"..."

Old Abacus looked solemn, waved his hand, first took out a bunch of incense from his sleeve, swung it on the donkey's back, lit the incense, and blew it gently, and the smoke of the incense dispersed.

The driver of Hu Ma's car and the others were separated from the outside.

Then he whispered: "If you want to ask this, it is really the secret of our Daluo Dharma Sect. I didn't even know it before."

"Have you ever heard of the magic of witchcraft?"

Hu Ma looked at him and narrowed her eyes. You don't even know how your own apprentice came to be?

Lao Abacus laughed hurriedly and said: "I said this for a reason. The method of witchcraft and Gu is actually a superficial method of Gu and a deep method of witchcraft. It was once the oldest magic method in the world."

"But because of its antiquity, it has gradually been abandoned by people. In the Central Plains, few people practice it. In some remote places, it is still spread. And today's people who burn incense and wish families are actually Southern Witches. In this world, originally

And Northern Wu.”

"Northern Witch?"

"Yes, the ancestors of Duyi were from the Northern Witch lineage."

"At the beginning, it was they who borrowed the methods of the Northern Witch lineage to recruit Tai Sui and strengthen their troops. The Twelve Ghost Altar was actually the sacrifice they used to summon Master Tai Sui. Later, they took over the Central Plains and were conquered by Daluo.

The Dharma teachings were re-refined and replaced the ancestral altar!"

"..."

"Sacrifice?"

Hu Ma was surprised when he suddenly heard this. Originally, he only thought that the Twelve Ghost Altar was a substitute in the middle.

Looking at it now, I dare not underestimate its role. If all these disasters started from summoning Tai Sui, then these twelve ghost altars...

Wouldn't it be considered the original cause of everything?

"It starts with the Twelve Ghost Altar and naturally ends with the Twelve Ghost Altar. Is this why Master asked you to see this thing?"

Old Abacus looked at Hu Ma, sighed, and said: "I won't hide it from you, I actually don't like this master very much. He doesn't teach us anything. The dragon has seen its beginning but not its end. He is not as good as our ancestor. Anyway,

I left the statue so that we can ask something if there is any trouble..."

"...Of course sometimes the questions you ask are not so reliable."

"..."

Hu Ma didn't listen to what was going on in their sect. He just frowned and said slowly: "What's in that altar?"

"have no idea."

The old abacus answered very simply, saying: "Only the person who is officiating can know. If an outsider takes a look, they might go crazy."

Hu Ma looked at him and said, "You want to say that I can only see you if I become the officiant according to the method you said?"

"No, don't make random guesses."

Old Abacus waved his hands hurriedly and said: "This has nothing to do with me even a penny!"

"I don't care if you want to be the officiant or not. If I have a choice, I would rather go back to Gunzhou to look at the Blood Food Mine."

"The job of following you now was given to me by force. If you want to ask, I'll tell you. If you don't want to ask, I won't bother to answer."

"..."

Hu Madu sighed helplessly.

He has no good impression of Daluo's teachings at all, and is even angry.

But I want to take my anger out on this old abacus, but I can't do it, it's too slippery.

He just pondered, thinking about everything he knew so far, and slowly said: "So, have you ever heard about three lives?"

"No."

When Old Abacus heard this, he immediately shook his head and said, "We only have one life, how can we have three?"

"It's just some monsters claiming to have a few lives, but that's not true. In fact, it's just a few lifespans, which are different from ordinary lives."

"..."

This is in line with Hu Ma's thoughts. He paused and said, "So, in your eyes, what is fate?"

"This is a difficult problem..."

Old Abacus shook his head and said: "Each sect has different opinions. Sometimes they can't explain it themselves, let alone someone like me with two swords?"

"However, I do know that once the people in the doorway get on the bridge, they will have their own understanding of this fate."

"But you seem..."

"..."

Hu Ma nodded.

The road to the bridge is not suitable for me, or in other words, it is not the right time.

I was able to get on the bridge earlier, but because of confusion and invisible worries, I didn't take that step. Later, when I met the Imperial Master, I became even more vigilant.
To be continued...