Chapter 1302: Liu Xuan

11 Apr, 2025

Chapter 1302: Liu Xuan

The ancient hexagram said, "The heavens are the signs of the saints."

Great Yin Dynasty, Tianqi year, Imperial Capital.

The rain of early spring brushed past the bluestone alley in the southwest corner of the Imperial Capital.

In the rain, under the umbrella, Liu Xuanji, who was already middle-aged, raised his skinny finger and moved it around the bronze trigram plate in front of him.

"Mr. Liu, how is it?"

The person who spoke was a young man in a luxurious robe. He stood under the umbrella and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. Behind him, a muscular follower could be seen in the rain.

Liu Xuanji didn't raise his head. His gaze was on the trigram plate and he was deep in thought as he watched the needle vibrate on the 'Kan' position.

That was the third trigram of the day.

The first one was the man asking about the land. The second one was the old woman looking for her lost grandson. At this moment, the young man with the dragon-patterned jade pendant on his waist came specially to ask about his career.

After a while, Liu Xuanji raised his head and looked at the young man.

"Young Master, Ziwei will enter the temple and be the master…"

Before he finished speaking, the needle suddenly jumped to the 'Li' position.

Liu Xuanji frowned at the sudden turn of events.

According to his divination, the 'Kan' position was for prosperity and the 'Li' position was for heaven.

At this moment, it was obvious that he was going to die young.

However, the young man was already past the age of premature death. His brows were filled with the aura of forty years of wealth. Even the jade pendant on his waist was carved with a four-clawed dragon.

That was the standard of a prince.

Liu Xuanji was silent as the rain became heavier.

He looked at the needle vibrating back and forth between the 'Kan' and 'Li' positions. In the end, it actually drew a circle.

This strange change made him frown even more. He used his left hand to calculate the heavenly stems and earthly branches.

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

"Why is it like this again …"

Three days ago, when he was divining for the flower girl, the divination was also strange and difficult to distinguish. That girl clearly had a busy life, but the divination showed signs of a phoenix crying in the nine heavens.

It was the same today!

"Sir."

The young man knocked on the table. Seeing that Liu Xuanji was still in a daze, he shook his head and looked at Liu Xuanji deeply.

He had heard of this Mr. Liu before. He was once famous, but he went crazy ten years ago. After recovering, he gave up everything and chose to hide in the streets.

"What a pity."

The young man left.

After tens of breaths, Liu Xuanji finally woke up as the taste of rust arose in his throat. The trigram needle had already stopped at the 'Kun' position, and it had even scraped out fine cracks on the surface of the green jade plate due to the shock from before.

Looking at the crack, Liu Xuanji raised his head and looked at the young man's back that was getting further and further away. Suddenly, he coughed violently and instinctively took out a handkerchief. However, when he put it down, the white handkerchief that he held tightly had already bloomed with red plum blossoms.

"Seven hundred thirty-nine …"

Liu Xuanji mumbled.

After a while, he quietly got up, packed up his stall, and returned to his shack in the rain.

In a simple house, Liu Xuanji sat in front of a table and looked at the rain outside the window. He was lost in his memories.

It had been thirty years.

Ever since he had chosen the The Book of Fantasy World Qing Jing at the age of sixteen, he had never made a mistake in divination before the age of thirty-six.

However, ten years ago, the trigrams were like a star chart that had been messed up by a naughty child. The life charts that should have been straight forward were all twisted into strange circles.

Everything seemed to have gone wrong.

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

This engraved in Liu Xuanji's mind.

Late at night, as the oil lamp was lit up, the house was brightly lit.

Under the light, Liu Xuanji stood up and took out a treasured book of life from a secret compartment. He slowly opened it in front of him.

Liu Xuanji's expression became confused once again as he looked at the map of stars on the yellowed paper.

These were the seven hundred and thirty-eight wrong life charts that he had recorded in the past ten years. At this moment, under the light of the lamp, there was a horrifying pattern … When the life lines extended to a certain point, they would strangely overlap.

Looking at this, Liu Xuanji's fingertip touched the record of Yong Long's third year.

That year, the star charts of the old soldier and the new top scholar overlapped on the day of Hibernation Awakening.

That year, the life of an oil peddler and the prime minister's daughter overlapped on their twenty-second birthdays.

.......

Others might not be able to understand each stroke, but in his eyes, it was a ghastly sight.

"How can this be … It's as if the lives of all living beings have converged in these ten years …"

"And today …"

Liu Xuanji replayed today's divination in front of his eyes. That prince's life line should have been cut off when he was twenty, but it suddenly changed at a certain point …

After a long while, he suddenly took out the white scroll and rewrote all the strange life lines that he had recorded in the past few years according to the method of life charts that he had mastered.

The copper pot dripped, and the sound was urgent.

When the sun rose in the east, Liu Xuanji had already drawn the seven hundred and thirty-nine life lines on the white scroll. The last line was the prince's.

The life lines that had not yet dried were like spider webs, and they all pointed to the hour of Hibernation Awakening.

This hour was when he suddenly went crazy ten years ago.

Looking at the white scroll, Liu Xuanji's body started to tremble. At this moment, a cold wind blew in the divination room.

The scroll was swept up by the wind and danced in the air, spinning on its own. The seven hundred and thirty-nine life lines seemed to have come alive as they appeared one by one, forming the eight characters of birth.

Under Liu Xuanji's disbelieving gaze, he saw the eight characters of all the life masters spinning in the air, overlapping with each other, and finally piecing together to form his own birthday!

It had become the same!

It was as if all the life charts were just the surface, and what was hidden inside was that all life was the same.

At this moment, the bronze divination plate on the side let out a shrill hum, and the seventy-two divination points shot out a green light at the same time. The jade divination needle turned into powder in the crazy spinning.

A jade cicada flew out of the broken pieces of the divination plate. It was something that 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" that he had written when he was young was engraved on the cicada's belly.

"So that's how it is …"

Liu Xuanji looked at the jade fragments floating in the air and suddenly laughed maniacally. He grabbed the fluttering white scroll and ran out of the door in his madness.

......

When the bell broke through the mist, the southwest corner of Capital City's Imperial Palace, outside the bluestone alley, was already filled with people watching the show.

There were many discussions.

And the person that they were talking about was Liu Xuanji.

At this moment, Liu Xuanji's eyes were red, and his hair was draped over his shoulders. He stood on the divination stall with a torch in his hand, and under the light of the fire, he lit up the white scroll that recorded the life charts.

He allowed the flames to spread to his body.

The flames swept through the life charts, and in the ashes that were blown away by the wind, there were 739 life charts that were exactly the same.

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

No one came to save him.

When the flames completely engulfed Liu Xuanji, his expression suddenly calmed down. He looked at the terrified crowd and murmured softly, "This world doesn't exist."

"This world does not exist. As for all of your lives, there is only one life. That is my life."

Before he finished speaking, his body fell in the fire.

In the fire, no one saw that the jade cicada was resting on his charred body. The star chart on the cicada's wings flowed, and the face of the God of Pain vaguely flashed by.

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