Heavenly Master raises ghosts daily

Two years later.

In a remote corner of Langji King's Palace, there is no one inhabited here, surrounded by only dark trees. Although the bamboos in the palace are not as tall and straight as outside, they are gathered together with other unknown trees, covering the sky. In the midst of the sun, a mass of green casts a large shadow, which is particularly shady.

The Dawu would not leave his palace on weekdays, but sometimes he would walk around the Langji Palace. The Langji King respected him and did not restrict the Dawu's whereabouts, but the Dawu didn't like those crowded and noisy places, but dark and quiet places.

Now the big witch came to an elegant palace. Although the outside of the palace was dilapidated, the surrounding trees were well taken care of and popular. If the medicine boy was by his side, the big witch would let the medicine boy take him away.

No one is perfect in this world, great witches and witchcraft are exquisite and powerful, but in the mortal world, they are extraordinarily naive, and they just go out without knowing the way.

Now that the medicine boy is not there, the big witch can't find a way to go back even if he turns around to leave, so he might as well go into the palace and bother him for a while, to see if he can find someone from the palace to lead him back.

The walls outside the palace were dilapidated, and the palace door was not closed properly, leaving a gap. The big witch wanted to knock on the door and wait until someone came out to explain his purpose, but before he reached out his hand, a woman came out from behind the door to comfort her. the sound of.

"My lord, you should stop doing this in the palace. This is a trick of witchcraft to hate victory. If you let the king know..."

The big witch's movements stopped, and he had no intention of continuing. He withdrew his hand and thought about what the maid said just now. "Young master" and "Great King" actually lived a young master here?

Looking at the surrounding environment again, the big witch frowned, it was really humiliating for a prince of a country to live here.

The young master and the court lady were both in the courtyard. Through the gap of the half-opened palace gate, the big witch could easily see the scene in the courtyard at this time. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the grass grew denser than the flowers next to it, and no one pruned it. For the sake of tidying up.

A boy with his back facing him, the boy looks about five or six years old in stature, his hair is tied up casually with a cloth band, in front of the boy is a round stone table, on which are placed yellow talisman paper, cinnabar and brush.

The palace maid stood aside, looking around worriedly, for fear that someone would suddenly appear and take away her young master, and said again: "Young master, our palace is already difficult, you return the money for these things, witches are tired of winning but the palace Big taboo."

"What kind of witchcraft hates victory, this is the secret method of Xuanmen." Hearing what the maid said, the boy frowned. He put down the brush in his hand, put the written talisman paper on the other side to dry, and then said, "I heard that my father There are books like this in Zangshu Pavilion, so there is no need to make such a fuss, besides, witchcraft is harmful, but profound art is not."

After all, he was a child, and his words were pure and one-sided, and he did not continue to hide at the door. The big witch took the initiative to open the door and walked into the courtyard, "If the performer has ulterior motives, the secret arts of Xuanmen can also do a lot of harm."

Neither the master nor the servant in the courtyard expected that there was someone at the door. The maid's face suddenly turned pale, her knees softened and she almost knelt on the ground to intercede for her son. Pale, she knelt on the ground with her forehead touching the ground, and said respectfully: "Great witch."

Although the boy was not favored and was thrown in such a remote palace, he also knew that the great witch in Langji Palace was the one most respected by his father. He never thought that the great witch would appear in his palace, and the boy was stunned. There was no reaction at all, and even subconsciously took a few steps back.

The palace maid tugged at the hem of the boy's clothes, "Master, say hello to the great witch." King Langji was respectful and courteous in front of the great witch, if her young master didn't respond, it would be too presumptuous and impolite.

However, the boy didn't seem to notice it, he stood where he didn't hear the maid's words at all.

The big witch didn't care about the fact that the boy didn't salute him, he didn't like the way others looked short in front of him, and now the boy who was standing there because he was in a daze made the big witch amused.

Besides... He casually waved his hand to signal the maid to stand up, and the great witch stopped in front of the round stone table. There were three stacks of yellow talisman papers on the stone table, one stack had no words on it, and the cinnabar on the other stack had dried up. , the last thing left is only one sheet, and the cinnabar on it has not yet dried.

The gestures on the talisman paper are immature and difficult, but the one on the right is smoother than the stack on the left. The boy drew the most basic heart-clearing mantra. Folding up this talisman paper and carrying it with you or placing it under the pillow will make people Keep your mind calm and free from distracting thoughts.

It's been a long time in Langji Palace, the great witch knows that there is no one in the palace who has anything to do with Xuanmen except him. Two years ago, Langji king asked him to reach the sky, and no one except the great witch Yaotong knew about it.

Yaotong was young, but his mouth was strict, and the Dawu could still trust this, so it can only be explained that this little prince is what the heavens have shown him to be.

With a plan in mind, the great witch stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of talisman, and said slowly: "I have been in the palace for many years, and I have never seen anyone who is interested in the secrets of the Xuanmen. The young master has such a talent at a young age. If you need any help, I will definitely not refuse if you can help, besides..."

"The big witch's words are serious." The boy lowered his eyes and interrupted the big witch's words. The boy's face was a little pale, and the baby fat on his cheeks hadn't lost weight, but he was such a child, and his words were extremely firm, "You are the king's father. The subject is not mine, besides, the Dawu is working hard for the Langji Kingdom all day long, so how can I bother the Dawu with trivial things here."

The big witch just thought that he didn't speak clearly, so he added: "Young Master, you like Xuanmen secret arts, and I am good at Xuanmen secret arts, so it doesn't take much effort to give advice."

"The big witch's heart is good, but he only regards it as a pastime, how dare he delay the big witch's kung fu if he doesn't appear on the stage?" The boy finished speaking quickly, and said before the big witch said again: "The big witch Coming here today, I think it was just a coincidence, seeing that there are no palace maids around you, so Ping is good at making suggestions, let the palace maid send you back."

"Furui." The boy raised his voice, and a girl in a purple palace dress came out from the palace, "Furui, send the big witch back."

The boy's actions were done in one go, as if he was afraid of getting involved with the big witch, and wanted to send him away quickly.

It was the first time that the big witch was avoided by people like this. Those people before saw him and wanted to talk to him more. Even King Langji would bring his favorite prince over, just to let the big witch remember him.

And this son Ping, who was chosen by the heavens, acted like this... The big witch followed the maid from the alleyway to the alleyway. He recalled the signature on the hexagram, what did this son Ping go through, and finally killed his brother... Father was condemned by God.

Squinting his eyes, the Dawu's lips evoked an ambiguous smile, and he was looking forward to the future of Young Master Ping.

Watching the great witch leave, watching the other party go farther and farther from the small path, and knowing that he could no longer see the back of the other party after passing the corner, Lu Ping closed the palace gate tightly without leaving a gap.

He pursed his lips, packed everything on the cobblestone table silently, and wanted to take them back to the hall.

The maid beside her watched Lu Ping's movements, and instead of letting him pick up those things, she took them into her arms, "My lord, let the servants do this kind of thing."

Without fighting with the maids, Lu Ping withdrew his hand and walked into the house with some lack of interest.

His things have always been neatly arranged, and he put the talisman, paper, pen and ink in the small wooden box in the inner room. The maid came out and poured a glass of water for Lu Ping from the teapot. The conditions here are really unreasonable, and other palaces look down upon him. You can't get it here in Lu Ping.

Lu Ping never cared about these things, but the court lady was fighting for her master's injustice. They were obviously the king's children, so how could there be such a big difference, one was sharp-hearted, and the other was fish-eyed.

I felt a little resentful in my heart, but the maid would not say these thoughts, which made Lu Ping uncomfortable, and just said: "My lord, just now the great witch came here to please, why do you have to draw a line with him?"

"Father doesn't like me in the first place, so why should I get too close to the great witch and let him be wary of me?" Lu Ping took a sip of water from his teacup, and he said that he and King Langji were not father and son, but enemies.

"However, it's too much for you to stay in such a palace all day..."

"Fushu, I grew up here, and my mother's everything is here, I think it's very good." Lu Ping said flatly.

Fushu and Furui were both girls left to him by Lu Ping's mother before her death, and it was also because of these two girls that Lu Ping's life is still passable today.

He knew that Fushu and Furui both wanted him to live a good life and didn't want him to stay in such a palace anymore, but Lu Ping didn't think there was anything wrong with it. What he didn't like was the sky around the palace, surrounded by walls , he wants to go out.

"Fushu, I told you a long time ago that when I grow up, I will leave the palace and travel around the world." As if seeing a beautiful future, Lu Ping narrowed his eyes leisurely.

"You said it lightly. People who travel all over the world have a name. What is your name?" Fu Shu watched Lu Ping grow up since she was a child, and the two of them talked very casually.

"Metaphysics and secrets." Lu Ping didn't even think about it. "The secrets of different countries have different cultures and languages. The secrets are also very different. Later, I will compile the rhetoric of each country and compile it into a book."

The boy was young, and when he mentioned the future, the light in his eyes was different. Fushu looked at her son's expectant look, she shook her head and didn't say anything in the end.

The arrival of the great witch did not bring any difference to Lu Ping's life. He still draws talismans and practice pens in his yard, and reads books the rest of the time.

Lu Ping is extraordinarily intelligent, and has a lot of talent in metaphysics. The books he exchanged will be finished in a short time, and they can't satisfy children with a strong desire for knowledge. He has no choice but to read the books over and over again. Bian Luping got other insights from it.

However, Lu Ping wanted peace, but others were unwilling to give him peace. The story of the great witch entering his palace by mistake spread, and the originally inconspicuous young master Ping suddenly returned to everyone's sight.

And the other protagonist, the big witch, didn't seem to notice it. After leaving that day, he seemed to have forgotten how Lu Ping avoided him before. .

He didn't seem to notice Lu Ping's cold face, and the big witch was not discouraged if Lu Ping didn't accept his things.

The great witch, who was difficult for others to get close to, suddenly fell in love with an unknown son, and everyone in Langji Palace had their own plans.

Clear the platform.

Qing Terrace was the place where King Langji used to watch memorials and deal with government affairs, and sometimes he would take a nap here when the time was too rushed.

The matter between the great witch and Lu Ping was full of turmoil, and it was heard by King Langji not long after. He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and closed the revised memorial. King Langji half-opened his eyes, and under his eyes were It was gray and gloomy.

This son who is about to be forgotten by him needs to be brought in front of others, maybe it will be of good use.