"I see." Jun Mu nodded. "It seems that forgetting Sichuan is specifically aimed at these people who abandon their flesh and pure the yuan God."


    "Well, so they won''t know that there are things left by the Tibetan king at the bottom of the river." Ying Zijin swept around. "The Tibetan king told me that the river also carries part of his strength. He was here to ferry those wandering souls who were driven into the hell for their sins."


    "Few people can compare with the great wish of the Tibetan king in the famine." Jun Mu Qian sighed gently, "it''s public and private. I also hope he can return to the famine."


    Hell is not empty, swear not to become a Buddha!


    How many Buddhas in the Western Paradise can do it?


    Ying Zijin was a little silent for a moment: "but it''s not so simple to restore the book of life and death."


    "I know." Jun Mu looked at her, smiled and said faintly, "the book of life and death is the best congenital treasure, and the saints of heaven can''t destroy it. On the contrary, it''s very difficult to recover after destruction."


    "But I have to restore the book of life and death, even if I waste one cultivation, or I will be an ordinary person all my life."


    The purpose of her coming to the famine is to save her friends and relatives. Secondly, she can take care of other creatures and the whole famine.


    But if she can''t even save her relatives and friends, what ability can she have to save the extinction of the famine?


    Ying Zijin thought: "although I have no heart, I can understand you one or two."


    "Remember, no wonder you are such a cold woman." Jun Mu touched his chin and looked a little solemn. "Do you also calculate whether we can successfully restore the book of life and death?"


    "Yes, forget it." Ying Zijin walked forward, "I saw 18963 possible results, of which 23 were successfully recovered."


    "So many?" Jun Mu Qian was almost choked to death. He was really surprised. "Isn''t it, Ying Zijin? Are your fortune tellers so terrible?"


    She always thought that the so-called prophecy was an established result and would not change.


    "The way of divination and calculation is ever-changing." Ying Zijin slightly raised his eyebrows, "lead a hair and move the whole body. A node will change, and the future will change with it."


    She kicked a stone at the bottom of the river and said, "even if it''s just a small move like me, it can make a new result in the future."


    "If you arrange and combine, more than 10000 results are few."


    "That''s reasonable." Jun Mu had a headache when he listened. "Fortunately, I don''t specialize in divination, otherwise my head would explode."


    In addition, when divination is calculated, autophagy is also extremely serious. The greater the event of divination, the greater the autophagy will be.


    Therefore, ordinary diviners will not divinate easily. Only by not touching cause and effect can they preserve themselves. If they count too much, they may also affect the people around them.


    Because if you want to change cause and effect, you have to pay a corresponding price.


    Of course, when they arrive at the land, the Tibetan king and the strong divinator at the level of guide people are not included. If they are eaten back, it must be a major event that can''t even see the way of heaven, such as the life and death of the flood and famine.


    At this time, Ying Zijin suddenly spoke again: "I also specifically divined the future of the famine."


    "Hmm?" Jun Mu said with a cold look, "what future?"


    "In the future, a great war will break out in the flood and famine." Ying Zijin''s voice is slow. "It''s not a quantity robbery from the heaven, nor a struggle in the universe."


    Jun Mu shallow eyes deep: "I know, it should be related to that strange black fog."


    "In this war, I saw 96457 possibilities." Ying Zijin looked at her, "but you know, how many times in this possibility, are we winning?"


    Jun Mu''s shallow eyes were darker: "how many times?"


    This base number has exceeded her expectations.


    Ying Zijin slowly raised her hand and slowly raised a finger, but the next second, she took it back and shook her palm into a fist.


    Fatal Frame!


    Jun Mu Qian''s heart suddenly sank, his throat moved, and his voice was difficult. "Are there so many possibilities that we haven''t won even once?"


    96457 kinds!


    The destruction of the flood and famine is indeed an unalterable number?


    "Yes, up to now, I have predicted the result. We -" Ying Zijin sighed, "didn''t win once."


    Jun Mu''s heart sank badly and his mood was very complicated.


    If it is an established result, does it prove that no matter how hard she tries, she can''t save the famine?


    In that case, what else does she try to do?


    "Wait!" Jun Mu shallow seems to think of something, "what are you talking about now?"


    "Yes, it''s the future calculated from the known past." Ying Zijin nodded. "Maybe tomorrow, because of some uncertain variables, there will be new results."


    "It''s OK, that''s good." Jun Mu''s shallow eyebrows spread out, depressed and swept, and in a flash he was full of energy. "Since it hasn''t reached the final moment, we can''t judge that we will lose. As long as there is a chance to win, even if it''s only once, I won''t give up."


    "The words are like this..." Ying Zijin raised his hand and pointed to his temple, in a lazy and leisurely tone, "so I''ve seen too much of the future, and I''m still dizzy now. Do you have to compensate me?"


    "Compensation?" Jun Mu glanced at her. "What compensation do you want?"


    Ying Zijin tilted his head and Feng Mou provoked: "I don''t think you should treat me badly."


    "Let me think..." Jun Muqian began to think hard. Suddenly, she slapped her hand, "I thought of it!"


    "What?"


    Jun Mu''s shallow tone was rare excitement: "you know, I have a super cute, super beautiful and super sensible son."


    Ying Zijin''s eyes moved slightly: "well, your son is extraordinary in the future. He is also a person I can''t calculate. You should look at him well."


    "That''s necessary, my son. Ah, don''t interrupt me. I thought, you don''t lack anything. It''s no use for me to compensate you. It''s better to compensate the next generation." Jun Mu shallow raised his eyebrows. "If you have a daughter, we''ll make a baby kiss. If you have a son, let our children bow down. What do you think?"


    Ying Zijin: "it''s not so good. It''s very earthy. I don''t write it like that in my book."


    Jun Mu Qian: "


    "I''m serious." Jun Mu''s shallow forehead jumped. "You see how cost-effective it is. If you have a daughter, you have a husband, a son and a big brother. How nice it is that my son can cover your child."


    Ying Zijin looked motionless: "do you just sell your son? Does your son agree?"


    "Of course not. It must be approved by him." Jun Mu Qian said seriously. "Moreover, I am choosing a daughter-in-law for Xiaomei. He has a high vision since childhood. Even if he is ugly, I can''t stand it. Naturally, I can''t stand it. I''m afraid he will have a lot of girls around him, but I can''t find a suitable one."


    "But you''re different. You''re good, and you can''t look ugly, so your children must be able to perfectly inherit your advantages. Fat water doesn''t flow into outsiders'' fields. If they don''t look at each other, they won''t say anything, but they should respect their children''s choices."


    "But it''s good to have a care, isn''t it?"


    "Well --" Ying Zijin closed his eyes, his fingers moved quickly, and even the residual shadow could hardly be captured. A few seconds later, she opened her eyes, "Jun Mu Qian, I don''t think about it. I forget it. The possibility of my marriage is zero."


    "You''d better find someone else for your son, but you''d better not be too bad for him, or you don''t deserve it at all."


    Jun Mu Qian: "


    She was extremely incredible: "are you teasing me?"


    Is this his uncle''s?


    "No." Ying Zijin said calmly, "I have no heart and can''t love."


    "OK, then I''ll help you find a heart to compensate you." Jun Muqian gave up, "Alas, how can there be such a strange person like you? Where on earth do you come from?"


    Ying Zijin didn''t answer this time.


    And after three hours——


    Ying Zijin suddenly stopped, calculated again, and said, "here it is."


    Jun Mu Qian also stopped. She looked up and her eyes must be bright.


    The bottom of the river is also interwoven with black and blood yellow. Originally, you can''t see anything, but here it has become a transparent color, and you can see everything in front clearly.


    There stood an extremely huge bronze gate in front of me. When I looked at it, I couldn''t see the top. I could only feel the ancient and solemn authority, which was uploaded from it, with a strong breath of ancient congenital demons.


    There are also two door rings on the bronze gate. They are in the shape of a skeleton and look terrible.


    Jun Mu narrowed his eyes, and his eyes moved up slowly. He saw the dragon flying and Phoenix dancing patterns engraved on the bronze gate.


    That''s three words.