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Her expression instantly became very solemn, and she threw the bone upwards, and it fell on the table.

"You can only ask three questions in one divination. This is also my last divination for Your Majesty. When the divination is over, my mission is complete."

"What does your majesty want to ask?" Wu Lanya had a hint of divinity on her body.

Zhang Qiao thought for a moment.

"How will Xuanwu develop in the next thirty years?"

“It’s the height of its glory.”

"Who will be the next emperor to keep the Xuanwu Dynasty prosperous?"

"Zhang Cen'er."

“Who is the one who can make the dynasty prosperous?”

"The hexagram only speaks of the sun in the center, in the front and upper part."

Zhang Qiao's three questions were all about state affairs.

It was a question and answer session and ended quickly.

There were too many people's fortunes involved. When Wu Lanya finished her last sentence, a fishy-sweet feeling surged in her throat, but she suppressed it.

It seems that the end is near. In the past, the divination leaked too much, and at most I just lost my five senses, but this time I actually vomited blood.

Zhang Qiao rubbed his brows and laughed, "Grandma Wu is still as frugal with words as she was thirty years ago."

Wu Lanya picked up the wine bowl beside her, took a sip, and suddenly her eyes narrowed with laughter.

"There is no need to elaborate on what is obvious. I am running out of time. In the next thirty years, the younger generation of the Wu Clan will take over the position of high priest."

Zhang Qiao raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Who is it?"

"I plan to take Wu Zhan, the grandson of the third leader of the Wu clan, with me and teach him all I have learned in my life during the remaining time. I ask for your permission, Your Majesty."

Wu Lanya slowly stood up and bowed.

Zhang Qiao reached out his hand and gently helped Wu Lanya up, with a look of concern on his face, "The High Priest has the final say on matters like this, how could I have any objection?"

Looking at Wu Lanya's wrinkled face, Zhang Qiao had a question in his mind, "What I don't understand is that the high priest is unparalleled. If you know this is the case, why don't you take the next high priest with you in advance and train him well? Why do you have to wait until there is not much time left to do this?"

With Wu Lanya's ability of divination, she would probably know who the next high priest would be before he was born. Why go so far?

Wu Lanya straightened up, pulled out her crutch from the side of her seat, covered her mouth and couldn't stop coughing, like a candle swaying in the wind.

"Divination is against the will of heaven. I have no relatives in my life. Although I risked my life to divine once every thirty years, I was still punished by heaven. My ears can no longer hear sounds. I can only rely on reading people's lips. The end is coming. I have done divination a little more often, and I feel a piercing pain. I really don't have the energy to teach my apprentice. I will take my leave now."

After saying that, without waiting for Zhang Qiao to say anything, he slowly turned around and groped for a way out.

Her temperament has always been like this. When she wants to talk, she will say a few more words. When she doesn't want to say much, she can even ignore Zhang Qiao's opinions. But she has the capital to be arrogant.

Zhang Qiao waved to the guards around him to follow behind and escort him from a distance.

Wu Lanya was leaning on a cane, and before she took each step, the cane made a thumping sound as it hit the cold ground.

The hunched back gradually merged into the snowy scenery of the royal court.

Until Wu Lanya could no longer feel the trace of the guards behind her, a tear slid down her cloudy eyes, quietly slipped into the crack of the ground and disappeared.

Temple.

A statue of a woman with a human head and a deer tail, holding a black tortoise in her hands, stands in the center.

The woman was wearing an animal skin coat, her hair was braided into small braids decorated with black and white feathers, her face was painted with three stripes of yellow and green paint, and her eyes were compassionate, looking down on all living beings.

She is the Wu Zu, the first person from the Wu clan to follow the founding emperor Xuanwu.

Wu Zhan stood quietly in front of the statue.

Until there was a sound of dragging and wood hitting the floor behind me.

Wu Zhan turned around and knelt on one knee, "Wu Zhan greets the high priest."

Wu Lanya walked slowly to the chair in front of the statue and sat down. "Get up."

"Yes."

"Do you know what we are doing today?"

"I don't know. My father told me to obey the high priest in everything."

"I intend to hand over the position of Wuzu's high priest to you."

"What?" Wu Zhan looked up in disbelief.

The high priest is the person with the highest status among the witch ancestors, how could he do that?

Wu Lanya repeated, "It's you. Do you agree?"

"Can I?" Wu Zhan asked uncertainly, with eagerness in his eyes.

Becoming a high priest is the highest honor of the witch clan, and one can also learn the most mysterious divination technique. Of course he wants to do it.

When Wu Lanya looked at the energetic young man in front of her, it was as if she saw herself kneeling under the statue with a pious face.

The previous high priest asked her the same question.

There was not a single word difference in the conversation between the two.

Destiny is a huge gear. You think you are always moving forward, seeing different scenery, and experiencing vicissitudes of life, but in the end you always return to the starting point amid resistance and squeeze.

Just like every time she told fortunes, the result was predetermined.

When I was young, I was full of vigor and unwillingness. I didn’t want to be driven by fate and wanted to change it with my own abilities.

In the end, the changes she made quietly became an indispensable part of her destiny.

She felt ridiculous and devastated.

But fate keeps turning.

Being a high priest is an honor as well as a shackle. She forgot the earnest advice of the previous high priest and only thought that she must be very different from her predecessors.

Until now, in her old age, she could only be willing to complete her final mission driven by fate -

inherited.

People who know their fate are the most pathetic, just like the statue of the goddess that has stood for a thousand years behind, with compassion in her eyes, not only pity for all living beings, but also pity for themselves.

"As long as I am here, you can do it. From today on, you will live in the temple. I will teach you personally. Before I die, I will pass on my notes to you. From now on, you will have to walk the path on your own."

Wu Lanya thought about a lot of things. She wanted to tell Wu Zhan not to fight against his fate like she did in the past, not to be too obsessed with things that have not happened in the future, not to...

After thinking about it, he still didn't say a word.

Just like her at the beginning, unless she hit the wall herself, she will not have a personal experience of anything.

Although Wu Zhan had a thousand doubts in his mind, he swallowed them all down when he thought of his father's instructions before he came here.

You must listen to the high priest and not make him angry.

Thinking that he would soon be able to learn the legendary art of divination, Wu Zhan was so excited that his hands were shaking.

The most powerful aspect of the witch tribe's divination technique is that it can predict the future without resorting to complicated numerology. Whether it is people, events, or countries, one can know their future development without fear of being obscured by the secrets of heaven.

However, this method was only passed down orally through successive high priests.

Only when the high priest predicts that he is about to die will this secret method be passed on to the next high priest.