The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

"Hua Jue... the table character hides Yu. Both the name and the character are jade, and the double jade is Jue. The jade just suppresses the evil spirit of the yin fate. You can't marry for life, you can't crown your hair, wear a red belt to protect your life, and don't eat meat. …Let’s not say that he has a yin fate, with such comprehensive protection, even a positive yin fate may be able to live for many years. He should be brought up by a knowledgeable person.”

In the courtyard in the deep mountains, the young man in black robes was sitting quietly in front of a brazier with his eyes closed, his face pale, and he muttered something.Standing beside him was a haggard old man. He carefully observed the faces of the people around him, and coughed: "That kid... Didn't you say that he was brought up by an old woman? Could it be that he is also in the same company?"

Wumei opened his eyes, and the eyes seemed to have a fever, jumping with a scorching brilliance.He ignored the words of the old man beside him, but stood up, chanted a mantra, and looked towards the door.

There was a gust of wind at the door, making people's scalp numb.Whenever Wumei wants to study something quietly, others can't get in the way.What's even more exasperating is that this kid never minds whether someone around him steals his lessons, and has always acted as if it has nothing to do with him; how many people have secretly peeped at him when he did it, but in the end they returned without success.

The old man wrapped his robe tightly and went out wisely.He is the Taoist priest of the Qing Palace, a well-known Ruyi Taoist in the world, but he has to look at the face of this little carrot.

The others left, and the room fell silent.A few thin paper figurines came in through the crack of the door, all limbs were complete, and each paper figurine had a blurred and pale face, nearly half the height of a person.If ordinary people saw these things wandering in the street, they would probably die of fright.But here at Wumei, they are his good friends, they don't talk much, and they are very easy to use.

"Let's put it here." Wumei ordered.

The waist and limbs of the paper people softened, and they twisted alluringly, and the things they lifted slipped to the ground.Immediately afterwards, they jumped into the brazier one by one in a line, waved wildly in the brazier for a while, and then turned into ashes.

They brought Wumei a package.These mindless things will not be tied to the cloth strips, and the package was opened when it was brought. I must have dropped a lot of items on the road, but the one I wanted is still there-a brocade box, made of pine flowers. It was wrapped in a layer of cloth, and when it was unpacked, it was an ivory white jade pen.

He weighed the pen in his hand, then took out a bell from his sleeve and shook it casually.The sound of the bell is clear and sweet, piercing the eardrums, and it seems that it can still hover in the mind after it stops. It is very sad to listen to it for a long time.With no eyebrows and no expression on his face, after the sound of the bell passed, a few groups of gray mist suddenly appeared in the corner of the house, slowly pouring towards him.

Soon, there were some low-pitched whispers in the room, buzzing like mosquitoes, revealing a disturbing sense of oppression.

"Resentment bell...why did mortals summon us?"

"Mortals summon...why don't you visit us?!"

Wumei sat there, motionless.Soon, one cloud of gray mist gathered more and more thickly, and it was about to envelop him, as if the sky was overcast. In the gray that covered people's sight, Wumei accurately found a distorted and gloomy picture. With a snap, he slapped a talisman over his face.

The dense fog dissipated a little.

Wumei looked down at his hand—the scar on the palm of his hand was cracked again, he just used this jade pen to write a few talismans, and what was patted on that ghost's face was the same one that stopped him from yesterday." Please go back here and don't let me go." He even imitated Hua Jue's not-so-beautiful handwriting perfectly.

However, the cloud of gray mist only stagnated for a moment, and then burst into a piercing and unpleasant sharp laughter, like the sound of grinding teeth, mocking his overreaching; the spell Wumei just wrote did not can stop their footsteps.But he was still very calm, he drew his knife and slashed his arm fiercely, blood poured into the brazier in front of him, soaking the apricot-yellow charm.

A word popped out between his lips: "Broken!"

The gray shadow danced wildly, laughing louder and louder.Wumei listened to the voice of these things that did not belong to the world laughing at him, and slowly pulled down the sleeves to cover her wound, and stood up.

He looked down at the jade pen on the side, and seemed a little regretful: "Can't you..."

He waved his hand wearily, and splashed a few drops of blood on the ground, using his own blood to create a complicated and incomprehensible pattern.The moment the pattern was completed, the fog in the room suddenly dissipated, and the laughter and screams of those things were extinguished in an instant.

He said coldly: "I hate you Rakshasa ghosts the most, and you are the only ones who chatter all day long. It's so noisy."

He threw the jade pen back into the package, sat there and thought for a while.Then, he found a small notebook and wrote a few strokes on it:

——The judge's pen is only used by Hua Jue for the time being.

- Conditions of use: Unknown.

— Subject: Unknown.

After finishing writing, he rubbed his temples and sighed: "Forget it, I'd better send it back to him. It's useless to leave it here."

Just as he was talking, he suddenly saw a paper man slowly crawling in through the crack of the door, with something on his head.

He immediately thought that what the paper people brought back just now was an incomplete package. This pen might not be the only one in Huajue's package that was suspicious. If there were other strange things... Maybe it could explain what happened that day?

He cheered up, watched the paper man who was left behind slowly put down his things, bowed to him and jumped into the brazier.Wumei took a closer look, was so angry that he almost held his breath, and shouted: "What the hell is this? Roasted chicken? Steamed buns with sauced meat? How many times have I told you not to bring this kind of thing back!" But the one who committed the crime The paper figurines had been burned up quickly, and there was no residue left.

When Hua Jue woke up, she found that Xuanlong was still asleep. As usual, she was caught between a dragon and a cat, unable to move.

He feels very peaceful now.He took Hua Dabao aside, and then he came out of Xuanlong's arms weakly, and said to Xuanlong who was awakened by him: "Morning."

Xuanlong looked at him with dark eyes: "Morning, Hua Jue." He deliberately said the last two words a little louder, so that the people in front of him could notice.

Hua Dabao rolled on the bed, rolled into Xuanlong's shoulder socket, and then fell asleep.Just as Hua Jue woke up, she ignored Xuanlong's efforts, rubbed her eyes and got out of bed, smoothing out the crumpled clothes.He touched his stomach that hadn't eaten all day and night, and looked around for his package.

He remembered that yesterday he had unpacked the parcel and placed it on the table by the stove, but at this moment the parcel was fastened and placed on a four-legged stool by the door.He opened it and looked, and found that nothing was lost, except for a note on the brocade box where he put his pen: "Important things should be worn close to the body like a bellyband, there will be no next time."

Signed, no eyebrows.

Hua Jue: "..."

He was holding the paper, a little at a loss.Xuanlong straightened Hua Dabao's four paws, covered it with a quilt and got out of bed. After looking over it, he asked earnestly, "What is the important thing?"

Hua Jue thought for a while: "A pen."

Xuanlong continued to ask: "What is a bellyband?"

Hua Jue held back for a long time this time: "It's a girl, girls' things..."

"Oh." Xuan Long replied, and then looked at him seriously: "Then, Hua Jue, are you a man or a woman?"

Hua Jue: "..."

There was a suggestive meow on the bed, Xuanlong listened carefully, then stretched out his hand to gently touch Huajue's head, as if he understood very well: "So I saw it when I took a bath with you, you are indeed Men."

When taking a bath together...

have seen...

Xuanlong's voice echoed in his mind.Hua Jue's head was touched, and she felt dark in front of her eyes.

The fat-headed raccoon cat shook its buttocks at the sad-faced little master, jumped out of the bed, took a bun in its mouth and ran away.