Under the ancient pine trees in the courtyard.

The evening was already a bit chilly by this time.

Lin felt that he came back late and was very tired. He didn't have much time and energy to cook, and he couldn't bear to eat the chowder cooked by the seventh senior brother, especially the little junior sister who had just returned from hard work. It happened that the flour he bought at the bottom of the mountain was not available last time.

After eating, he made some noodles casually and baked a basin of pancakes, which he placed in the middle of the table.

The pancakes are baked casually and pressed flat with a spatula. It doesn't matter if the edges are cracked, but they are still crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. The dough is fragrant and the soft aroma of lard makes it good to eat the pancakes alone, and it is a good meal these days.

It’s time to eat.

Together with the cooked mutton bought from Yamashita and the remaining minced meat with salt and vegetables, it will be tonight's dinner.

The Taoists on this mountain are very casual. They eat this kind of food without having to hold a bowl. They can stand and sit in any position. Some are lying down, some are squatting to feed the foxes, and some are walking around holding pancakes.

Yan Wo interrupted to discuss the affairs of Yixian County at the foot of the mountain, and the Yili Shenjun.

After eating, everyone gathered together again around the table.

The basin containing the cake was placed in the corner, with only the last piece and a few crumbs of the cake left. The third brother wiped the oil stains on the table with a rag, the seventh brother happily brought a sand tray and placed it on the table, and the sixth brother

He stepped on the bench and tied a thin rope to the branch above - the ancient pine had just one branch sticking out flat, and the pine needles formed an umbrella to cover the top of the dining table, and a stylus was attached to the bottom of the thin rope.

Taoist Yunhe took half of the pancake and sat aside, chewing and watching silently, with wrinkles all over his face. The younger junior sister also held the pancake and ate and looked at it, but her eyes were full of curiosity and she was full of youth.

Lin Jue knew that this was Fu Qi.

Fuji is a method of divination and asking questions to the spirits and spirits. Someone needs to establish contact with the spirits and spirits. This person is called the spirit body, and the invited spirits and spirits are called the spirits.

Ji Xian is not invited casually. In most cases, Ji Xian and Ji Xian are bound.

In some cases, the Immortal has found a person and asked him to become a person, forming a relationship similar to that of superiors and subordinates, with one figure enshrining the other with money. In some cases, the two parties met by chance, felt they were destined, and made an agreement, just like old friends.

What the fuji can do, whether it is divination or asking questions, all depends on the skill and knowledge of the ji: some gods and monsters are familiar with divination, and they can do divination for people; some gods and monsters cannot do divination but live long and know many things.

We can ask about the past events that have been buried in the sand of history.

Doubtful; some immortals are proficient in geography, some are proficient in the art of war, some like to discuss politics, some like to gossip, and some only know about a certain period or a state. After this period, out of this state

, I don’t know, in short, just like people, they are diverse.

Most of the immortals will compose poems when answering.

That’s why it’s called Poetry.

How accurate the answer is depends on the skill of Ji Xian and how good the poem is, but also depends on the skill of Ji Xian. However, the purpose of Ji poem is to answer questions, so most of them are limericks.

There are even some jiaxies who don't know anything and don't know anything. They just like to draw. People who invite jixians can neither divination nor ask questions. They just help people draw.

You can’t even tell whether it’s the Immortal who is painting, or whether this person is painting under the guise of the Immortal in order to charge more money.

The other methods of divination and questioning are similar.

Therefore, nine out of ten Fujis in the world are probably fake.

Fuqiu Peak has a Fuji heritage, and it is backed by Yishan Mountain. There are countless ancient gods and spirits in the mountain, and there is no fear of finding a powerful Jixian.

Lin Jue knew it, but he was still very curious about it.

So he rubbed his already somewhat groggy head, opened his eyes wide, and looked carefully.

At this time, the sky was only a little dark, not completely dark. I saw the sixth brother under the ancient pine tree smoothing the large square sand table with a piece of wood. I also saw him taking out a strange stone and lighting three sticks.

The incense was placed in the sand tray, and he stretched out his hand to gently hold the stylus. The stylus was tied to an ancient pine branch by a rope, and it hung down just enough to touch the sand tray. It penetrated into the sand tray and remained motionless.

"Invite the Immortal!"

The Sixth Senior Brother is obviously very knowledgeable and has a very close relationship with the Immortal. With just one sentence, he invited the Immortal.

The autumn wind blew by, rustling the ancient pine trees, and falling a few pine needles.

The Sixth Senior Brother didn't care and just said: "The Immortal is already here. If you want to ask anything, just ask directly."

"Is it okay to ask anything?" Lin Jue was curious.

"The Immortal is one of my own family members, and you are one of my own family members. Just ask. As long as you have no evil intentions, you will not offend him." Senior Brother Sixth said.

"Junior brother is curious." Third senior brother said.

"Let him see it." Seventh Senior Brother smiled.

"Junior sister is also curious." Lin Jue said.

The little junior sister who was eating pancakes next to her looked stunned.

It was obvious that she was just concentrating on cooking and watching something strange.

"Then let's ask where the two junior brothers and junior sisters came from." The seventh senior brother said.

"good."

The Sixth Senior Brother nodded, and as if to prove it, he simply let go of his hand.

At this time, the stylus was only connected to the pine branch by a rope, and the pointed lower end fell into the sand tray.

Lin Jue knew that most of the fujis at the foot of the mountain require people to hold the pen directly, or use other bamboo baskets to hold the pen. The reason is that the jixian is weak and far away, so he cannot write.

, can only use the body's hand to control the pen.

Maybe it was this reason at first, but now, it should be mostly because it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false. The so-called fixing the pen with a bamboo basket and a bamboo ring is just a way of not being able to let go, but also to make the world think that it is true.

It's just a little difficult and a little magical. It's impossible to be like Sixth Senior Brother.

"call……"

It seemed like there was wind coming again, but it seemed like there wasn't.

The ancient pine trees were no longer shaking, and the pine needles were no longer falling. Only the stylus pen connected to the string slowly swayed, as if being blown by the wind, writing a line of small words in the sand tray.

Lin Jue couldn't help but look carefully.

The little junior sister took the cake and looked over, but she had only learned to read for two months and didn't know many characters.

Lin Jue glanced at her and had to help her read:

“The breeze shakes the green willows;

"The guest house is green and green, and we will see you later."

These two sentences have an ancient style of handwriting.

"What's the meaning?"

The junior sister couldn't help but feel confused.

"Liu is your surname, and it seems to be the name of your village as well? This poem seems to be about the scenery of spring and summer. It was early summer when we left the village." Lin Jue explained to her thoughtfully, looking at this poem, his mind wandered.

I suddenly recalled the scene when I left the village. Next to the pavilion at the entrance of the village was a pond, and willows were planted in the pond.

And in this poem, it is the feeling of parting.

"ah……"

The junior sister was a little surprised.

But I saw the stylus paused for a moment, then started shaking again.

Lin Jue felt a vague force in a trance, coming from nowhere, causing the pen to sway.

“I would like to give this love to the bright moon;

"Follow me to the sky for thousands of years."

Lin Jue frowned slightly and took another look before he saw it.

"I didn't say where my senior brother came from."

"It's the word "she" in the second sentence and the word "yu" in the third sentence. When combined, it becomes the word Shu." Lin Juewei explained, "The place where I came from is called Shucun."

"oh!"

The little junior sister opened her eyes wide.

"how?"

Sixth Senior Brother looked at them.

"Can."

Lin Jue looked thoughtful.

"magic!"

The junior sister said.

"Haha, my junior brother has a lot on his mind. He must be thinking about how the Immortal knows about it right now. Maybe he is still guessing, maybe the Immortal is familiar with our Taoist temple, is familiar with you, the Sixth Junior Brother, or is with you.

You are connected, you know their origins from you." The third senior brother had more contact with Lin Jue, and he laughed and said, "It's better to show some real skills."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was laughter all around.

"No, no..."

Lin Jue was struck by what he said. Although it was human nature to think about these things, he was still afraid of offending the Immortal. He waved his hands and lowered his head in salute, and then said, "Let's ask about Yixian County at the foot of the mountain."

"Just ask."

Brother Six smoothed the sand table again.

"..." Lin Jue organized his speech before asking the sand table and stylus, "I dare to ask the immortal, what is behind the demons who steal money in Yixian County? What are they used for stealing money?"

After finishing speaking, many senior brothers remained silent and looked at the sand table and stylus on the table.

Taoist Yunhe also cast a look.

But I saw that the string stylus had not moved for a long time.

Just when Lin Jue thought that he had violated the rules of the fuji by asking two questions in a row, the string and stylus finally started to move:

“You know how many flowers have fallen in the gentle breeze;

"The moon is hidden deep in the clouds and I dare not speak."

The stylus pen only wrote these two sentences on the sand table.

Lin Jue was slightly startled, then fell silent.

This was pretty much what he thought.

Although the rat demons in Yixian City are weak, and it seems that any brave person can defeat them with a stick as long as he can bear the stupefying gray smoke, but in fact they are not easy. In addition, Yixian City

There are quite a few such rat demons, and some people are also infected with death energy and come to stop them. The person behind them is obviously unusual.

"Then the fellow Taoists from Qiyun Mountain invited the Lord of Gods to investigate and remove him?"

There was silence for a while again.

The string finally shook and the stylus rustled.

“Wind, frost, rain, snow, whatever;

"Finally the clouds will clear and the moon will shine."

Lin Jue looked at these two sentences and fell into thinking.

It was obvious that the person behind this, whether it was a human being or a demon or a monster, was undoubtedly very powerful. This Immortal did not dare to point it out. However, he still felt that the divine king invited by the Taoist friends of Qi Yunshan was, perhaps, a powerful person.

The righteous gods above the nine heavens will resolve this matter.

I just don’t know if it’s prediction or speculation.

"The Immortal is gone." Sixth Brother said with a smile, "No matter how powerful the Immortal is, his knowledge and ability are limited. He can only refer to it, not trust it completely. If something big happens, it is better to believe in yourself."

"That makes sense..."

Lin Jue nodded.

"Brothers, who wants to eat the dregs in the basin? Even though this dregs is the smallest, it is the crispiest and crispiest! It's so fragrant! Who wants to eat?" The little junior sister next to him has already taken the last piece of pancake in the basin.

, he also grabbed the broken pieces inside and asked everyone.

"Eat quickly and clean up after finishing."

"Senior brother, please go and rest. You have been out running for two days and are tired. I will clean up and wash the pots and dishes."

"That's fine..."

Lin Jue felt very sleepy indeed, so he got up and went back to his room.

It's cool and it's a good time to sleep.

In a trance, I had a dream.

The dream was strange and weird, everything was there, including unknown fairies and ghosts at the foot of the mountain, the mountain god I had never seen before in Yishan Mountain, and Emperor Yujian and Lord Yili from Qiyun Mountain, and there was actually someone I met in the city early this morning.

The former Taoist priest Qingxuan and the female Taoist priest named Jiang Ning.

Sure enough, my mind was already occupied with strange things.
Chapter completed!