The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

The next day, Hua Jue sealed the remaining phoenix tear in a wooden box and took it with her, and went out with an umbrella, intending to return it to Taoist Ruyi.

Hua Dabao didn't come back, neither did Xuanlong.Hua Jue didn't dare to hide the judge's pen casually, and after much deliberation, she still put it in her close-fitting sleeve pocket, and wrote [-] or [-] spells of "Please go back here and don't let me go" in advance to prevent accidents.He has only confirmed the practicality of this kind of spell so far, and he doesn't dare to be too greedy to write too vague wishes such as "the number one in the world", so he chose to be safe.

Hua Jue tossed the Liuyao money in her hand, did the calculation for herself today, and said silently: "Water and fire are good, ups and downs...Heng, Xiao Lizhen, the first auspiciousness will end in chaos."

He sighed: "Is Chuji finally chaotic..."

This is a fairly good hexagram. It is said in "Xiang Ci" that a gentleman observes this hexagram, "so as to be prepared for when there is no danger, and to prevent it before it happens." Luck, never sure conclusion.It's just that the fate of this hexagram image is put on most people, and they will often smash a good hand of cards. This is what it means.

Every time Hua Jue did fortune-telling for himself, he would always get such divinations. It was never auspicious, and never bad. The inscriptions always told him some ambiguous things, and he would feel afterwards that Liu Yao didn't tell him anything.

He put the three ancient coins back into his sleeves, drank a few sips of the pure heart talisman water he had prepared, and felt the pain from the hole poked out in his heart a little less.After Xuanlong left, he went this trip not only because he didn't want to keep the poisonous Phoenix tears, but also to find out the source of his serious illness.

The mountains were verdant, and Hua Jue asked someone to borrow a small donkey to slowly climb up. The donkey was thin and had a hard back. It was originally used for grinding, so it was not equipped with a saddle. Hua Jue rode it until his thighs were worn out It hurts, and I found the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain after walking and stopping for a long time.He followed the breath on the two notes that Wumei wrote to him to find this place, and he didn't see any obstacles on the way, so he entered the temple smoothly, and saw the old man with white beard and hair.

The Taoist priests around him were very respectful to him. Hua Jue was led into a hall with a Jiuzhong furnace, and he saw the solemn statues of Sanqing and Siyu gods, and Taoist Ruyi was sitting on a futon, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Hearing the sound of Hua Jue coming, the old man slowly opened his eyes.

"Son, are you here?"

Hua Jue nodded slightly to him, and put the wooden box in her hand on the incense table beside her: "I'll return the jade to Zhao."

The old man sighed inaudibly: "Can't you do it? You are still trapped in the illusion created by that dragon, young man."

Hua Jue's tone was very calm: "Master Dao, it has already left Jiangling. This matter has nothing to do with me." After finishing speaking, he bowed to the old man, took the umbrella by the door and was about to leave.Suddenly, he heard the old man behind him say: "It's understandable that you don't believe us so much. After all, we have put you in danger... But I beg you to stop and listen. Tomorrow, beside the Loujiang Bridge, our Young people have a storytelling game, I hope you can understand us a little bit after listening to it."

Hua Jue didn't look back, pretending she didn't hear, she led the little donkey and left the mountain gate.

After he left, Taoist Ruyi slowly got up from the cushion and put down the whisk in his hand.He picked up the wooden box on the table, and accidentally dropped a piece of paper sticking to the back of it, and ran along the corner of the table silently.

It was a paper figurine cut by Hua Jue, and it was quietly hidden behind the bright yellow table curtain.The old man opened the wooden box, rubbed the tear of the phoenix, and sneered: "Did you let it go? It seems that it is not as we thought, this little fortune-teller turned away from that dragon like a shoe... Longevity The power should be sought after by everyone, but we missed it."

Another person said regretfully: "So I heard that the surname Hua is pure-hearted and kind-hearted. I thought he would purify Phoenix Tears for the sake of that dragon... Phoenix Tears belong to fire. Laxue will be burned, and the mind-inducing poison will be released on the spot, not only the dragon, but also himself. It seems that our intelligence also made mistakes, he doesn't have much kindness, and he doesn't have much brains."

There was laughter all around.

The old man stopped them: "Come on, heart poisoning will not work, and that person surnamed Hua can't escape this time. It's all gone, dispose of this thing, and go feed the medicine men in the dungeon first."

The paper figurine heard it, but Hua Jue didn't hear it.

When he went down the mountain, he finally felt his deteriorating physical condition again. The little donkey jolted his internal organs, and he forced a few mouthfuls of blood to go back, so he didn't spray it in front of the old farmer who lent him the donkey. bleeding.Hurrying quickly, he went back to the old man's clinic, crashed into his room, and took half an hour to catch his breath.It's not too late now, after resting for a while, he sketched a magic circle in the room with a charcoal stick, and pressed a few talisman papers on the head of the bed.

Hua Jue took a deep breath, concentrated on lying on the bed, and murmured a spell.

In the head drop technique, there has always been a rule that one object is dropped by another object. To find out how to break the technique, Hua Jue must know who the opponent is and where the source of the magic circle is.

Ordinary head-down methods usually have several methods such as medicine, poison, life, death, flying, ghosts, etc. Some people use evil herbs and five poisonous insects to slowly decline people, and some people drive little ghosts and spirits to influence the subject.There are usually no five poisons in Xinglin. Huajue is in the medical hall, and herbs may be mixed in, but most of the medicines are used to manipulate the other party's body, which does not match Huajue's symptoms.

He thought of the fleeting red shadow in front of the ice cellar yesterday, and felt lingering fear from the slap that was pushed.He had a faint inference in his heart: the person who killed him used the ghost drop, and the one who drove him was a little ghost.

It was written in the spell book he had read that if he wanted to cast spells to raise little ghosts, he had to first find the children who had died young and had a clean net worth, and try to get their birthday horoscopes.After the funeral, take advantage of the dark night to secretly come to the grave to burn incense and worship. At the same time, use spells to seduce the soul, and plant a section of vines that can still grow in front of the grave. After a period of time, the soul that died prematurely will be attached to the On the rattan vegetables.

The ghost raiser will chant a mantra and burn amulets in front of the grave, take off a section of vine vegetable, and use a knife to carve the removed vine vegetable into a small puppet, paint it with facial features, change clothes, and finally recite a spell and light sand.

When all this was done, they hid the puppet in a pocket bottle filled with secret oil. Over time, the puppet became the incarnation of a little ghost, able to act in the mortal world and obey people's orders.Generally, the little puppets produced by ghost raisers must be in pairs.Because the lone sun doesn't grow, and the lone yin doesn't grow, once the little ghost is locked in the bottle alone, he will be too lonely and have the idea of ​​escape, leaving from the warlock's hands.

The things Hua Jue saw that day were one after the other. There was a little ghost in front of him that attracted his attention and sneaked in from under his nose to scare him. It fits seamlessly.These things are ghostly and ghostly, and they can't be easily dismissed.

Hua Jue was timid since she was a child, but now she wanted to understand these things, her face turned pale with fright, and she could only force herself to concentrate and sink into her spell.He recited it mechanically over and over again, and finally felt that the voice did not come from his own mouth, but from someone else's.

The pale and frail young man was lying on the bed, his eyes were blank, and the blackness on his chest was about to climb up his collarbone.The sky and the earth are tilting, and the sky is spinning, he feels the eyes are slowly dimming, as if sleepiness is coming up, a brand new world pulls him over, and he drowns in another world.

At this moment, he saw everything around him through the eyes of the paper man left in the mountain.He felt that he had become a transparent dead soul, and all the breath of life was pinned on that thin piece of paper.

His paper figurines are different from Wumei's. Wumei just orders them to do things, and cannot see any information through the "eyes" of the paper figurines.Hua Jue directly put her own consciousness into it.This method is actually quite dangerous, but Hua Jue can't care less about it.He saw that there was a brazier in every room here, as long as the paper figurine was used to jump into the brazier after the work was done, he would be able to retire.

Under Hua Jue's command, the paper figurine stuck on the corner of the table finally started to move, walking slowly.Hua Jue looked at every inch of the house through the eyes of the paper figurine, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt her scalp tingle: there were several rooms where half-dead medicine men were being fed, and several Yin corpse skeletons were hidden in the basement, all over the floor. They are all painted with densely packed runes.

Hua Jue had never seen those spells in serious Daoist books. If others were to read them, they must have the same feeling as him... This is a heresy way, and it is not even a way that living people can practice.

At this point, his thoughts of not trusting the Taoist priest of the Qing Palace deepened, and he began to think about going back to Jiangling City Lord to report something, at least to save those medicine men.

On the way, Hua Jue ran into a man and a woman who were having sex again, a man and a man who regarded each other as a cauldron.For Mr. Hua Xiao who was just nineteen, these things were too eye-catching, Hua Jue hurriedly let the paper figurine run out.

Two hours passed, and after searching around, Hua Jue did not find any magic circle.He even found the puppet bottle that raised the imp, but he couldn't find the magic circle.

He confirmed that the people in this place are only practicing and studying here, and there is no sign of spreading the law.Magic circles usually have specially prepared places, usually outdoors, because when driving spells, the breath of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth between heaven and earth is indispensable.

If not here, where would it be?

Hua Jue was a little dazed.While hesitating, the paper figurine passed through the porch, was blown sideways by the wind, and bumped into a few thick ropes held under the porch.It was originally a light piece of paper, but for some reason it hit the silver bell above its head to jingle, and the crisp bell rang through the empty courtyard, attracting the sound of a large number of footsteps.

"It happened."

Hua Jue saw that it was the resentful bell used to make ghosts appear, and knew that something was wrong, and immediately manipulated the paper figurine to jump down the stairs and ran out quickly.He couldn't turn back and jump into the brazier at this time, Hua Jue had already seen everyone in every room rushing out, including a few guys in disheveled clothes who were just working on errands.He tried his best to drive the paper figurine to walk against the wind, and he had no other thoughts except to run.His spirit and energy are being consumed rapidly, like heavy snow being quickly melted by fire, turning into a puddle of water that can no longer be rescued.

In the medical hall, Hua Jue's eyes were wide open, and he took a deep breath like a hysterical patient. He couldn't control himself, and his body became more and more uncomfortable. He had never felt so uncomfortable.

In his mind, he was chasing a large group of people, and someone shouted: "Grab it! It's that paper doll, don't let it go! Anyone who dares to enter our place, we will take him back and kill him!"

His consciousness is getting weaker and thinner, and the things he can see are disappearing rapidly, and the complete scene is chopped into pieces, and then replaced by fragments into fine points, unable to grasp any direction.At this moment, Hua Jue was like a blind man, stumbling forward and running forward, not knowing which direction to go.

He kind of wanted to give up.

"Grandma..." He muttered softly.The voice of the young man on the bed became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

A hundred miles away, a piece of paper figurines with smiling faces fell limply on the ground and was picked up by someone.

The man saw a large group of people following him not far away, and waved his hand suddenly, the flat ground was violently blown, and the dark clouds and heavy rain gathered at this moment, splashing down in that direction without warning!There is no rain in Jiangling, but there is heavy rain here; there is no wind in Jiangling, but here is the only place where the masts are toppled. The few people who ran in front were almost overturned by the wind and rain. step forward.

Xuan Long looked down at the smiling paper figurine in his hand: "Hua Jue?"

But the paper figurine remained motionless and did not give him any response.

The author has something to say: Merry Christmas everyone!