Chapter 3 The apprentice of the fortune teller

"My hexagram! After you get sick, I will tell you the fortunes. At that time, the master said that your illness will be cured soon. In fact, the master did not tell you the truth. The hexagram is actually metal to overcome wood, which means it is very bad. Moreover, your life is not good, and the evil god is in charge of the position. If you know that you have this disaster. Sure enough, you finally left your master and went there like this. Who will support your master in the future and see off your death...?"

Yi Xingchen woke up from his coma and listened to an old voice with a crying voice. He was confused and inexplicably.

This man called himself a master, saying that he was in trouble and who was this man?

Yi Xingchen opened his eyes with difficulty, but he could not see anything because his head was covered by a piece of white cloth.

He reached out to lift the white cloth, and heard a bang, and the chaotic footsteps fled in all directions, screaming: "It's a zombie!"

Yi Xingchen lifted the white cloth and saw people around him rolling and crawling out of the yard. Only a thin old man in a long robe was still standing beside him, looking at him in a daze, his gray goatee hanging on his chest, and it seemed that he was fifty or sixty years old.

Yi Xingchen sat up all of a sudden. The old man was so scared that he sat on the ground, looking in horror that he had formed, his white beard was shaking, but he couldn't say anything.

Yi Xingchen looked around in a daze, and he was stunned for a moment because he saw the people running away wearing ancient costumes, robes, short shirts, heads, and scarves. All kinds of clothing were only seen in ancient costume films and TV shows.

When he looked down, he was lying on a wooden board, in a small yard, three old wooden houses behind him, surrounded by short earth walls. A white banner was carried on the gate of the courtyard with bamboo poles, floating in the wind, which was very incredible. - This seemed to be for the dead!

What's going on? Where is this?

Yi Xingchen turned his head and looked at the old man again. He suddenly found that the old man looked very familiar, as if he was very close to him. How could he do it?

The old man stuttered and said, "God, you... are you? Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? Tell me, and I will definitely fulfill them for you. You should... go with peace of mind, don't be scared to me..."

"I..., where am I?" Yi Xingchen asked blankly. Didn't he fainted by the clay-shaped head of the ancestor Guiguzi? Why was he sent here?

After hearing what Yi Xingchen said, the old man saw that his actions did not seem to be the legendary zombie, and his face suddenly showed joy: "You, aren't you dead? Gua'er."

Yi Xingchen stared at the old man and was about to speak, but suddenly, he was stunned.

Because, he found that there was suddenly a lot of information in his head that did not belong to him at all, and it seemed to be the memory of another person.

These memories tell him that the old man who sat on the ground and looked at him in surprise, had a surname of Gongsun, and a single character named He, a fortune teller, and the master of the person who had these memories in his head. The person who left his memories was an orphan, sixteen years old, with only one nickname called Guaer, and had not yet been named. He has been apprenticed by this fortune teller since he was a child, and it was this fortune teller who raised him.

And the last memory is that this apprentice suffered from a sudden illness and died two days ago.

Yi Xingchen sat on the door panel in amazement, and he was at a loss by the memories that suddenly popped up in his mind.

What happened to these people wearing ancient costumes?

Looking around, there is no building with steel and concrete, but only wooden houses with tiles.

Could it be that this is ancient times? I have traveled through time by myself? I have possessed my soul and resurrected my soul by corpse?

One by one, a few terrifying words appeared in my mind.

Gongsun He, the fortune teller sitting on the ground, finally reacted, got up from the ground, stretched out his trembling hands, gently touched Yi Xingchen who was still stunned, and felt the warmth on his face. He couldn't help but feel happy, grabbed his wrist and touched his pulse, and found that the pulse was beating happily. He shouted in surprise: "God has eyes, my hexagram is alive, you are not dead, hexagram, now, I don't have to worry about not relying on the rest of my life. - I mean, if you have the help of Tianyi Guiren in your destiny, you will definitely turn bad luck into good fortune and bring good fortune. Isn't this? I'll die and come back alive, hahahaha."

Hearing Gongsun He screaming, the men and women who escaped from the yard and looked out of the door, then they took the courage to enter the yard and asked, "Mr. Gongsun, your disciple has not survived? Is it a zombie? Don't scare us."

"He is not dead, he is alive, really, hahaha," Gongsun He said with a smile as he grabbed Yi Xingchen's hand and shook his eyes.

Yi Xingchen looked at the people who came in, and the memories in his head were whizzing out. From these memories, he knew that these people, some were neighbors, some were neighbors, and some were old customers of fortune teller Gongsun He, who were all here to help deal with the funeral of Gongsun He's dead apprentice.

From this point of view, I really resurrected myself with a corpse!

Yi Xingchen felt a stern heart, and he didn't care about anything else, jumped off the door panel and rushed into the room. His memory told him that there was a bronze mirror on the table in the room. Although the bronze mirror image was blurry, the general image of a person could still be seen. He grabbed the bronze mirror on the table with trembling hands and went up to take a look.

A pale face appeared in the bronze mirror. Perhaps because of the fact that he had just resurrected his soul, he had not yet recovered from his blood color. It looked scary, but he looked very handsome, but he was definitely not what he was before.

He looked down at his figure, a half-grown boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, a little younger than himself before traveling through time. He looked at the face of the strange big boy in the bronze mirror again, loosened his hands, and the bronze mirror fell on the table with a bang, bounced up again, fell off the table, rolled on the ground for a few rounds, rolling to the wall with a clang, and then stopped falling.

Several people appeared at the door, and Gongsun He was the leader. He looked at Yi Xingchen in surprise, not knowing what he was doing, and followed a few neighbors behind him and looked inside.

Yi Xingchen had not recovered from his shock yet, and he looked up at the people stupidly.

Gongsun He hurried over to support him and said, "Let's lie on the bed quickly, I'll call Dr. Huang from Haichuan Medical Center to come and see you, don't get up first."

The two neighbors behind him quickly said that they would call him and asked Gongsun He to stay and take care of his disciples, so they ran out in a flash.

With the help of Gongsun He, Yi Xingchen lay down on an old wooden bed. Gongsun He pulled a thin quilt to cover him and said, "God, lie down first and don't move, wait for Doctor Huang to come to show you."

Yi Xingchen nodded slightly. He really wanted to calm down and think about what was going on?

He lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and quickly browsed the memories that appeared in his head that did not belong to him.

He figured out a few things from these memories: First, he came to the spring of the 19th year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty. This day happened to be the second day of the February Zhonghe Festival, which was a very important festival in ancient times.

Yi Xingchen knew from the historical knowledge he had learned that this Emperor Jiaqing had been in power for a long time. He believed in Taoism to the point of obsession, and many Taoist priests were able to make great achievements. Fortune-telling is also related to Taoism. Among the three religions and nine ranks of the Ming Dynasty, fortune-telling was the middle class, ranking third, and was ahead of scholars and monks, so social status can still be accepted by people.

The second thing he understood was that everyone who left his body and part of his memory was an orphan. After the fortune teller Gongsun He met him, he took him in as his apprentice. The two depended on each other and had no other relatives.
Chapter completed!