The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

In the torrential rain, the small shed made of thatch and bamboo is crumbling, and the cloth curtain embroidered with gossip plates is like a spirit-calling banner, slowly fluttering in the deep blue sky.

The boy pulled down the mask, took off the black feather coat and put it away.Standing in front of Hua Jue at the moment was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy who was much shorter than him. He clasped his hands on his knees, like the most well-behaved student in a private school.His eyes were sharp and his complexion was quite pale, as if he were an ancient ghost walking out of the grave.

The boy raised his forehead hair and looked at him quietly: "My name is Wumei, it should be easy to remember."

Hua Jue saw the lack of a pair of eyebrows on his delicate and delicate face, not similar to the marks of being burned by fire, but a very natural absence.The young man looked calm and composed. Seeing his puzzled eyes, he smiled and explained: "It's a debt owed by Kantian."

Hua Jue understood: "Oh..."

He had heard that some Taoist sects advocated offering sacrifices to the heavens. As the saying goes, rituals are reciprocal, and they would exchange their lifespan, blood, or luck in exchange for the unique method of measuring the heavens from the heavens.These people are often very crazy, but most of them are very short-lived. It is said that this kind of exchange is endless. Once you taste the sweetness given by God, it is difficult to stop. This kind of Taoism often flourishes for a while, and then disappears quickly In just a few years, hunters often strayed into their mountain views and found dead bones sitting in rows with smiles on them.

He had never heard of changing eyebrows, but if someone had a way to risk his life, there must be a way to hand over his eyebrows.Thinking of this, Hua Jue looked at the Taoist robe Wumei was wearing, and hesitated: "Didn't you go with those Taoist priests?"

"Yes, not all the way, I just took their money. A thunder is 3000 taels of silver, that's it." Wumei smiled. "I'm just like you. I'm poor and I don't have a master. I'm the only one in my school."

Hua Jue ignored the point of "being as poor as you", nodded, and didn't ask any further questions.As early as when he was by the bridge, he could see that this young man was not in the same way as the others. The spells attached to the iron grid in the river were complicated but not precise, which took a lot of effort from others, but were of little use.The group of old men didn't look very smart, since Wumei had the ability to win the thunder with his mouth and surpass the crowd, he knew that those spells alone couldn't trap the dragon.

Hua Jue flicked the charcoal fire, pushed the charcoal basin towards Wumei with the tongs, and looked at him: "Then you came to my place to...?"

Wumei stared at him and blinked: "Shall we chat?"

Before Hua Jue could reply, the boy pointed at his knee: "You read this book too?"

Hua Jue let out a "hmm", and saw a sly and complacent flash in Wumei's eyes: "I wrote it."

Holding the scroll in her hand, Hua Jue was a little surprised.Wumei looked at him with his chin in his hand: "There are still some stories that I haven't finished writing, do you want to listen to them?"

The fat-headed raccoon cat crawled between the two of them, nestled next to the charcoal basin, and occasionally a small ball of crackling fire burst out from the brazier.

"It's about a dragon. Have you ever heard of the scourge of God? Immortals who violate the rules of heaven must go through calamities to repent, wicked people who are heinous will be struck by lightning, and God will punish them for doing bad things. This is the scourge of heaven.

"But what I'm going to talk about is not God's punishment; have you heard... what is God's laughter?"

Hua Jue shook her head: "I haven't heard of it."

Wumei said: "Heaven laughs, it is shamed by the whole world and the six realms. Wherever it goes, an ant can mock it, because it is a joke in the eyes of others, and even God can't bear to punish it. What is it? Mistakes and chance coincidences are actually just bad luck."

In the Three Realms and Six Paths, in the past ten years, there has only been such a dragon who makes people laugh out loud.

"Dragon should inhabit the rivers and seas and roam the sky, but somehow a little dragon was born in a ravine... Trapped in a small mountain village for hundreds of years. If a dragon wants to ascend to the fairyland, it needs to carry rainwater with its own magic power , swimming along the bridge of the mortal world together with the torrent, this kind of ceremony is similar to the carp jumping over the dragon gate. The reason why they cannot walk under the bridge is that it is unclean for women to step on the bridge, and the dragon is so arrogant Things, the rule is not to be humiliated by a woman's crotch|lower."

Hua Jue knew all these things. In order to let the water flood the bridge, the process of the dragon's ascension would inevitably bring floods.There are several bridges in Jiangling that hang dragon-slaying swords, and he hangs them up with his own hands, just to prevent the bridge from being washed down when a dragon ascends to heaven, and everyone is in danger during the flood season.

But in order to continue the dragon's back road, he deliberately left a short bridge beside a small river, where the water level is never higher than the river beach, which is convenient for the little dragons who want to fly up, and nothing will happen.However, he has been in Jiangling for so many years, and he has never seen a sign of a dragon ascending to heaven. The only thing he has seen is a black dragon.

Hua Jue already understood what Wumei was talking to him, Wumei should be talking about Xuanlong's story.

"The deepest water in that small mountain village is only a knee-deep stream, so there is no bridge to let it fly up. The terrain is high and slanted, so it can't accumulate floods. It waited for many years, and finally found a river in a certain year. The old man built a small brook bridge for his granddaughter to play with... The little girl somehow could see the real body of the dragon, and she didn't know where she knew the importance of the dragon ascending to heaven, so she tricked the dragon into saying that she was not a daughter. This small bridge has not been stepped on by women, so it can pass under the bridge."

For a dragon, this seems to be a cheap way. Since it can't pass under the bridge that the women walk on, then it should be able to swim across without flooding by changing to a brand new bridge without women on it?

Hua Jue was dumbfounded: "Then it... really passed under the bridge?"

Ghosts are not sensitive to the difference between men and women in the human world. The flower demons Hua Jue met in the past were all male and female, and they had no scruples. It is not unreasonable to think that there are more broken sleeves in the demon world.

Wumei said: "Yes. In the severe drought season, it listened to the daughter's words and did not spread rain to cause floods, but directly passed the bridge downstream and forcibly broke the bones... In the end, because of breaking the rules, it was cultivated as a Towards the end.

"It is the third son of the old dragon. It was supposed to be the leader of all spirits on a par with Qilin, but it has become a half-god and half-demon crazy dragon. All six people laughed at him, saying that they have never seen such a sudden eye in order to fly. The dragons in the world really grew up in the ravines, and they didn't have the vision that divine beasts should have, and it turned the cart before the horse in the end, which is really a disgrace to the dragon clan."

Hua Jue silently stroked the roast chicken in her hand: "It's a pity for him."

"Is it a pity?" Wumei raised the corner of his mouth: "I thought you would call him pitiful."

Hua Jue didn't speak, he was not good at putting himself in the perspective of "sympathizing with others".He touched the roast chicken which was about to cool down, raised his eyes to Wumei and said, "Thank you for the story...I'm going home now."

"He's here with you, isn't he?" Wumei asked suddenly raising his voice.At the same time, he stood up, and the aura around him suddenly became fierce, with a somewhat aggressive posture.

Hua Jue froze for a moment, then shook his head: "No, he sank into the river after sweeping you into the water that day, and he probably left."

Eyebrowless lips pursed into a line, shook his head: "No...he is in Jiangling."

There is no need to play charades among fellow travelers, Hua Jue knows that the other party has calculated Xuanlong's whereabouts, but he insists on not telling, and the other party has no way to turn over Jiangling's land inch by inch.Hua Dabao dried his hair, jumped onto Hua Jue's legs and kept rubbing against the roast chicken in his hand.Hua Jue picked it up and put it back at her feet, and then protected the roast chicken.

The wind and rain outside had subsided, but the atmosphere in the small hut was even more gloomy.With a serious expression on his face, Wumei took out a bunch of paper man slips from his sleeve, and said softly, "Since you refuse to tell, I can only take you back temporarily... I'm sorry, Mr. Hua Xiao."

The paper figurine landed on the ground, and instead of falling down, it walked staggeringly as if it had been given life.Hua Dabao predicted that the danger was coming, so he rushed forward and bit them viciously, but these paper figurines were not damaged at all, but instead entangled Hua Dabao. Getting bigger and bigger, she was about to pounce on Hua Jue.Hua Jue ducked to the side for a while, only to see Wumei pulling out more and more paper figurines.

Wumei smiled at him: "Anyway, paper is cheap, so I just cut a few when I'm bored."

Fighting?

Hua Jue didn't have the art of trapping dragons, nor did he have the ability to invite Tianlei. If other people came, Hua Jue would not be afraid at all, but among the Taoist priests that day, only this young man was far superior to him!

The paper figurine had already slowly crawled to his feet, Hua Jue was caught off guard by locking her feet, staggered and fell backwards.He tried to find the peach wood scissors at the bottom of the press box, poked them a few times, but they didn't move. These paper figurines were not the kind he had seen before. They could be broken by a cat's paw, but now they were as solid as gold.

Wumei still smiled and stood there motionless.

He naturally has the capital to laugh, he is from the same family in the world, there are no more than ten Taoists and warlocks who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him, seven or eight of these ten people live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and do not compete in the world.He has heard of the name of Jiangling's divine fortune teller, and he also recognizes Hua Jue's spiritual root - but this is nothing, it is also a self-study, Hua Jue stops at numerology that can make him full, compared with him, he is too useless promising.

"It's worthless..." He sighed faintly.

Those paper figurines were piled up layer upon layer, and Hua Jue had already been wrapped into a rice dumpling.Wumei frowned in disgust: "It's enough to tie him up, don't hurt him, it's really disgusting to stack so many."

Hua Jue couldn't help struggling, and said angrily: "You don't learn well at such a young age!"

"What did you say?" Wumei had never been said that before, she was a little dazed, and then she came forward with great interest, ready to squat down and tease this young and good-looking little fortune teller.As soon as he took a step, he suddenly seemed to be frozen - the steps stopped, and he stepped on a piece of talisman paper.

At the same time, the paper people stuck to Hua Jue's body fell off one after another, Hua Jue gasped and stared at her with wide eyes.

Soon, a trace of blood fell from the palm of Wumei's palm—the blood he used to draw the curse was drawn in the palm of his hand. Originally, only a little blood was needed to create an army of paper men as strong as a city wall, but now the paper man army People lost their spiritual power, and they resisted Wumei's orders.

He was rejected, and his magic was blocked by life.

Wumei wanted to lean down to see what was written on the talisman paper, but the talisman paper seemed to be stuck to the sole of his shoe, and he couldn't shake it off.Hua Jue recognized it at this moment. Although he was a little dazed, he quickly came to his senses and quickly crawled to the side, took the remaining dozens of charms together, and weighed them in his hand: "This way I still have the spell, please... Be honest."

Hua Jue's heart couldn't stop beating, she forced herself to put on a straight face, and looked over at the boy as if she was sure of winning.

With eyes full of shock, Wumei shook his head and said: "This is impossible..." He wanted to go up to Hua Jue to ask what happened, but he couldn't take a step, as if there was an invisible barrier in front of him, stopping him firmly in the other direction. side.

Hua Jue observed for a long while, then breathed a sigh of relief: "Please go back."

He tightly held the spells in his hands—"When you see this talisman, you will become handsome immediately", "This talisman can ensure good luck tomorrow", "The pancakes I bought tomorrow are very delicious"...and so on.What Wumei stepped on was "Please go back here and don't let me go". Hua Jue originally planned to write it to drive out ghosts in the town house, but she hadn't tried it yet, and she didn't expect what kind of effect it would have...nor As expected, it turned out that this talisman broke Wumei's spell.

Wumei took a few steps back, and finally got rid of the spell under his feet. After seeing the writing on it, he was dumbfounded: "You play with me, what is written here!"

The young man was hit by a bolt from the blue.

Just looking at his expression, Hua Jue already expected that this would be an extremely bleak day in this young boy's career.

Hua Jue watched Wumei run away like a frightened rabbit.He took out a cloth-wrapped brocade box from under the table, opened it and looked at the pen. The slender body of the pen was carved with white jade, shining gracefully and softly.

Hua Jue scratched her head: "So I wasn't cheated..."

He got up from the table, packed the pen, roast chicken and buns, saw that the rain outside had almost stopped, so he ran back with the big and small bags.

"Are you at home? Come over for dinner." He said.

He saw the gate of the courtyard that was not closed tightly, and guessed that Xuanlong had already returned.He ran to the inner room and saw that Xuanlong was lying on the bed with his back to him, motionless.

After hesitating for a moment, Hua Jue poked him, but he didn't wake up.Xuanlong had a high fever all over his body, Hua Jue reached out and touched a hot forehead.

At this time, the patient with fever opened his eyes, Xuanlong moved, raised his eyelids to look at Hua Jue, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing back here?"

Hua Jue's eyes were a little innocent: "This is my home, of course I want to come back."

Xuanlong didn't respond for a long time, Hua Jue waited for a while, and when he looked again, he found that the dragon had fallen asleep again, probably fainted.