Heavenly Master raises ghosts daily

"Witches, inherit the destiny; kill father and brother, and become kings; ghosts devour each other, ghosts devour each other; witches, heaven punishes and punishes."

The sound of ballads rang in his ears, the child's tone was pure and immature, ignorant of world affairs, but the words he said contained great malice.

Lu Changsheng had seen this passage in Wei Yuyang's temporary residence before, and he wrote it on the bamboo slips, presumably waiting for Lu Changsheng to discover it.

It's just a pity that Lu Changsheng didn't understand at that time what kind of story these words were telling. It's no wonder that when he picked up the bamboo slips and saw the words on them, Lu Ping wanted to cover his eyes with his hands.

After all, these 24 characters, to a certain extent, describe the life of Lu Ping, the subjugated monarch of the pre-Qin Langji state.

2000 years ago. Langji country

The young witch is wearing thick clothes made of animal feathers, with oil paint on his cheeks. In front of him is an incense table with white candles, incense, raw rice, pigs, sheep and cattle.

Kneeling and sitting behind the incense table, the big witch closed his eyes and placed a mahogany sword in his hand.

The hall was empty, only the Dawu and the drug boy he usually called to see the medicine stove, the drug boy looked eleven or twelve years old, the baby fat on his face had not faded, he was wearing a Taoist robe, and his hair was combed into two buns.

The medicine boy was holding an ebony plate in his hand, and inside the plate was an unused tortoise shell.

The big witch opened his eyes, chanted a spell, then picked up the mahogany sword beside him, put his hand on the blade, and the palm of his hand was cut by the mahogany wood only with all his strength.

The blood slid down the blade of the sword and dripped onto the hem of his clothes. Before the big witch could speak, the medicine boy quickly put the tortoise shell on the ground. The big witch's blood fell on the plate one by one, and the tortoise shell was soaked in bright red after a while.

Wrapping the wound hastily with a coarse cloth, the big witch picked up the tortoise shell and wrapped it with incense ash, then threw three copper coins into the tortoise shell and lit it with fire.

The flames roasted the tortoise shells, and there was a smell of incense ash and animal skins in the store. The ash on the flames turned black, and the tortoise shells and the copper coins in the tortoise shells also made muffled noises.

Only when the flames burned out by itself did the great witch order Yaoboy to use a wooden stick to push away the dust on the tortoise shell. After the tortoise shell was cooled, the witch picked it up and poured out the copper coins inside. The lines, interpreting the instructions of the sky.

He picked up the carving knife and carved characters on the bamboo slips. As the expression of the seal carving witch became more and more dignified, he did not put down the carving knife in his hand for a long time after carving the last word. Instead, he turned around and took out a new bamboo slip, and carved on it again. word.

After finishing all this, the big witch put away the first bamboo slips, hid the bamboo strips in his sleeve, slowly put down the carving knife, and then said to the medicine boy, "Go and invite the king to come in."

Yaotong opened the door obediently, and said to the man in black dark clothes standing at the door: "My lord, I invite you to go in."

"Thank you." King Langji nodded to the medicine boy. The great witch is the national teacher of the Langji country. The luck of the country, the understanding of the celestial phenomena, and the avoidance of disasters all depend on him. Therefore, the king of Langji is also very polite to the people around the big witch.

Walking slowly into the hall, King Langji's steps were light, and he stopped not far from the big witch. King Langji seemed to be half-bent to bow, and then he stood up and asked, "Dawu, do you dare to ask if there is a sign from heaven?"

"Before that, I want to ask the king, is it because I have a problem in my heart that I let my tortoise shell divination today?" The big witch asked softly, recalling the answer on the hexagram image, before waiting for King Langji to speak, the big witch continued, "It's related to the son."

King Langji was taken aback for a moment, he smiled, then nodded without rebuttal.

The child born to his favorite concubine Ji was already three years old and could start studying. King Langji couldn't wait to know the instructions from heaven.

In the country of Langji, every word, deed, and every action depends on the instructions of heaven, including the selection of the next king.

That's why Langji King came over so nervously, letting the great witch reach the sky.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, no matter what King Langji says, he will push his favorite son to be the next king.

The great witch looked at the joyful King Langji and sighed in his heart. According to the sky, King Langji was doomed to be disappointed.

But thinking so in his heart, the great witch didn't show it on his face. He picked up the bamboo slip on the table and handed it to King Langji, "This is the celestial phenomenon that I spied today."

With trembling fingers, he took the bamboo slip from the hand of the great witch, looked down at the writing on it, King Langji was taken aback, "Witch, this is..." His brows slowly frowned, it was the first time he saw the bamboo slip after being King Langji for so many years. Such a concise interpretation of hexagrams, only four words "work hard".

This description is too broad, so that anyone may become the next Langji King.

Returning the bamboo slips to the great witch respectfully, King Langji did not leave, hoping to get some advice from the great witch.

Holding the bamboo slips in one hand, the big witch subconsciously touched the other one inside the sleeve. He knew what King Langji was waiting for, and the big witch had already figured out what to say when he asked Yaotong to call King Langji in.

"I was taken aback when I first saw these four characters, but later the hexagram showed that the king came to ask the successor, so I can probably guess why the gods gave such instructions." The words of the great witch were just right. He stopped, and he showed an inscrutable smile.

Sure enough, King Langji asked: "Why?"

"Usually, the gods indicate that the successors of the Langji Kingdom will be when the previous king is about to pass away. At that time, all the princes have grown up, have made achievements in the court, or have traveled to other countries. You can choose your own successor from among them. It is possible to pick out the best ones. But now, the king is in his prime, and his grand plans have not yet been realized, so it is too early to come to ask questions in such a hurry." The big witch said slowly.

"Therefore, the gods have given instructions. Only by working hard and making achievements can you take on the great responsibility of a country. As for the other kings, it is too early to see the achievements of the young masters before making a decision."

What the great witch said was reasonable, King Langji was persuaded by him, and nodded, "The gods are very worried, I was too anxious, and instead delayed the great witch's time."

Shaking his head, the great witch said: "It is the duty of a minister to contribute to the Langji country and share the worries of the king."

Having got the answer he wanted, King Langji didn't stay any longer, he cupped his hands at the big witch, "In that case, I won't disturb the big witch to meditate and rest."

"Okay, be careful on the king's road." The big witch nodded, and then said to the medicine boy beside him, "Liu Wei, send the king out."

"Yes." The little Yaotong responded obediently, he led the king to the door, watched King Langji go down the steps, and then walked back to the hall and closed the door by the way.

The great witch's power to reach the sky is extraordinarily laborious. Every time the great witch rests for three days, he can start divination after seven days, and the next time he reaches the sky, it will take three months.

Sit on the mat, put the bamboo slip inside your hand on the table, and then take out the one inside the sleeve and put it aside.

The big witch rested his elbows on the table and propped his forehead with his hands. He half-closed his eyes, resting and recuperating.

The drug boy tidied up the miscellaneous things on the table sensibly, and put the white candles, incense and mahogany swords into a special cabinet together, and the three animals were randomly placed in the corner waiting for the palace officials to take them away.

The table was cleared in twos and twos, and then wiped the table with a clean handkerchief. The drug boy looked at the big witch who seemed to be asleep with his head down, and stretched out his hand to push him to let him enter the bedroom to rest, but he didn't reach out. Yaotong looked down and saw two completely different bamboo slips on the table.

He had the impression that when the great witch explained the hexagrams, he wrote one first, and then changed the bamboo slips with a condensed expression and wrote something. The first one was picked up by the great witch, and the one that was shown to the king was later. of a root.

He lowered his head a little more, trying to see clearly what was written on the bamboo slips. Just as Yaotong settled his eyes, a voice came from above his head, "What are you looking at?"

His body trembled, and the drug boy took a few steps back to show his innocence, "I just wanted to wake you up, and then I saw the bamboo slips on the table, thinking whether I should put them away."

"I'll just put them back." Standing up with the bamboo slips, the big witch turned around after standing and was about to walk into the inner room.

I obviously missed something, and Yaotong felt like a cat's paw in his heart. After all, he is more than ten years younger than a kid who doesn't know how to hide, and also has a serious temper. After two steps to catch up with the big witch, Yaotong raised his head and asked, "Big witch, why did you change the bamboo slips?"

Hearing the question that Yaotong came up behind him and asked, the Dawu paused, and looked down to see the shining eyes of Yaotong. Yaotong has been by his side for many years, and he has been obedient without any mistakes. Although the Dawu He doesn't need to be taken care of by others, but Yaotong also cares about him. In the huge Langji Palace, although the great witch is highly praised by the king, it can be said that he and Yaotong depend on each other for life.

Because of this, when the general medicine boy came to ask the big witch, the big witch would know everything, including this time.

He walked into the inner room with Yaotong and put the bamboo slips in a mahogany box, which contained every hexagram that the great witch had solved since he became a national teacher.

While destroying the fake one, the big witch said: "I explained it to the king very clearly before, what else do you not understand?"

"What you said makes sense, but isn't the one you showed the king fake?" Yaotong blinked.

"Are you confused because of this?" Dawu chuckled, he thought that there was something Yaotong didn't understand, but it turned out to be such a trivial matter.

Yaotong nodded, and sat obediently on the ground waiting for the big witch to answer.

"Let me ask you, when does the great witch usually elect a new king?" The great witch also sat on the ground, holding the real bamboo slips in his hand instead of putting them up.

"When the previous king was about to die." Yaotong replied with a frown.

Dawu: "How old is the current Dawang?"

Yaotong: "Twenty-three years old for Chinese New Year."

"The oldest son is only five years old, and the king is in his prime." The big witch said politely, but seeing that the drug boy was still in a daze, he pursed his lips and said directly: "The hexagram is given by the gods." Warning, generally speaking, things related to the future are not allowed to be watched by ordinary people. Before the new king was elected, it was when the old king was dying. At that time, people were no longer considered human beings. How can a mortal understand the destiny?"

Yaotong nodded seriously, not sure if he understood or not, but no matter whether he understood or not, the big witch said it all.

"Okay, I'm going to rest, call me again when I have dinner." The big witch said, wanting to send Yaotong away.

"Yes." Seeing the obvious exhaustion of the big witch, Yaotong didn't stay long, and walked away.

Listening to the footsteps of the medicine boy going further and further, the great witch put the bamboo slips into the wooden box, and the bamboo slips were lying on top, and he could clearly see the inscriptions left by him, "Witches and Gu people, inherit the destiny; kill father and brother, and become kings; Ghosts devour each other, and ghosts devour each other; witches and voodoo will be punished by heaven."

"Witch Gu people, bear the destiny..." The big witch whispered, he didn't tell the medicine boy, if he showed such a bamboo slip to the king of Langji, who would know that the king cut off his robe first with his son? Righteousness, or I have somehow added an apprentice who wants to learn witchcraft.

Exhaling slowly, Dawu closed the box, got up and walked to the bed, wiped off the oil paint on his face with a towel, and then took off his heavy coat, leaving only his middle coat.

Since it was the omen given to him by the gods, then let the gods decide all this, and they should not interfere as human beings.

Wipe off the face, hang the towel by the side of the basin, there is still water in the basin, the towel slowly slides into the water, soaked again, causing large ripples.