The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

Hua Jue did not give up, and stretched out three fingers: "How much is this?"

This time Wumei's answer was normal: "Three."

Xiao Fenghuang speculated: "Probably only half of the brain is broken, and the other half is good, and there is still hope."

A group of people had their own ghosts, staring at Wumei in unison, Wumei glanced at them one by one, then slowly put on their coats, stood up shaking: "Oh, you are here."

Upon hearing this, Hua Jue rushed over to support him, and then asked, "Who am I?"

Wumei rolled his eyes: "Jiangling fortune teller with a bit of a brain."

Hua Jue: "..."

Hua Jue has a good temper, then pointed to Xuanlong, and said without eyebrows: "A dragon who doesn't use farts except for jealousy."

Xuanlong: "..."

Before Hua Jue could point to Little Phoenix, Wumei had already pressed his hand down, and then made a short and concise conclusion to the little fat bird squatting on the table: "Parrot."

Hua Jue breathed a sigh of relief: "It's normal eyebrowless."

Wumei said quietly: "Tao produces one, one produces two, two produces three, and three produces all things. So you ask me what I see, and I answer you are three, and three contains infinity. In short, why did you come here?"

Hua Jue scratched her head: "You haven't come home for two days and two nights, we are all worried about you."

Wumei was stunned for a moment, as if hearing something incomprehensible, he looked at them suspiciously.

Then, his eyes softened: "It's like this... Sorry, I didn't have a family before, so I forgot about it."

He left from the chair, still a little unstable: "Really, I have been here for two days?"

Hua Jue nodded, a little at a loss.Wumei stretched out his hand towards Xuanlong with kindness, and Xuanlong let out a "humph" and reluctantly handed over a piece of dragon scale.Without being polite, Wumei chewed up the dragon scales and swallowed them with tea, then took out a silver needle from her bag, and forced a jet of black blood from the acupuncture point on her wrist.

"I'm fine." Wumei sat down at the table again, "I've stayed here for too long, thank you, if it weren't for you, I would be swallowed up by the evil spirit."

Hua Jue saw that his expression was natural and his complexion was much better than before, so she finally felt relieved and asked him, "What are you doing here? Why did you stay for so long?"

Wumei coughed a few times, raised his chin, and sent a message to the center of the floor: "Listen to the book."

Hua Jue followed and looked over, and saw a woman playing Cici sitting on the stage, her fingers were soft and graceful, like flying butterflies, full of pearls and jade sounds.After Xuanlong and the others sat down, Wumei just told them the key to this.

It turns out that the storytelling venues in this ghost city are divided into four categories: heaven, earth, wind, and flowers, which tell anecdotes about the heaven, the underworld, ghosts, and the human world in turn.Many news that cannot be found in the human world are available here.And those secrets of gods and ghosts that are not rumored can only be heard here.

Wumei said: "When I wrote the book "Three Greens" before, most of the time I would come to the ghost market to collect stories. This time I played too much."

Hua Jue smiled, and reached out to pat his head: "Then did you hear any interesting stories this time?"

"There is one, but I don't remember it very clearly intermittently." Wumei said calmly, "All kinds of auras gather here, and I have been deceived, so my memory is not complete. I just think of one thing, which is probably similar to yours. Related. Some people say that the judge is a foolish god, and he lost the judge pen in his hand, which is exactly such a thing. The person who saw this scene was a kid, and found that the judge's words and deeds at that time were very strange."

It is said that the pen should have fallen into the Wangchuan River.

The blame for this is that the judge didn't go looking for it, and went around after him, and instead let it flow into the world.When the little ghost who witnessed the scene lined up and went honestly to Naihe bridge to get Mengpo soup, he saw the master in charge of the underworld squatting by the river and said softly: "I can't touch you now, wait for Master Yan Luo Cultivate and go out, and then come to determine your life and death."

It's not like talking to a dead thing, but it's like talking to a person.

The little ghost speculated, guessing that the judge's pen was a divine object, and once he got his hands on it, he would surely rule the world, so he sneaked into the Wangchuan River to look for it, but he couldn't find it anywhere.

"In the end they guessed that it was the judge's pen that had cultivated spirituality and became a ghost, and quietly ran away to the world." Wumei paused for a while before asking Hua Jue, "You have held the judge's pen for so long, have you never heard of it?" Is it spiritual consciousness?"

Hua Jue shook her head and confirmed, "No."

He and Xuanlong had thought about the spirituality of the judge's pen before, but the two of them waited and tried everything, but there was still no sign that the pen could understand human language, it was better than a dead thing More dead, a hard piece, unshakable.

"Can't move it, can't move who?" Wumei paused every word, and looked at Hua Jue very seriously, "Do you think the guy who can make Mr. Judge say such words is a kind person? Or an evil ghost? The judge moved No, we can only wait for Lord Yan Luo to practice and pass the test, not to mention demons and demons, how many gods have such awe-inspiring power?"

Hua Jue was silent.

Wumei kicked Xuanlong with his foot: "Ask this stupid dragon you raised, he is the third son of the Dragon God, the most divine Xiaofeng. Xiaofeng has fought with judges before, and the opponent's strength How, he knows best."

Xuanlong said: "If it can make the judge afraid, it can also subvert the six ways."

Hua Jue opened her eyes wide, and reached out to touch the jade pen in her sleeve.This pen is radiant and soft, with a warm white jade luster, and it seems to have nothing to do with the topic they are talking about.

Someone who commits evil deeds can be said to be a bad person, but is there such a thing as a bad pen in the world?

Wumei said slowly: "Hua Jue, let me solemnly remind you once that everything in the world is in balance, what is borrowed and what is repaid. The judge's pen reverses and changes people's lives, or it may be through such methods to devour other people's lives to nourish one's own spirituality; Absorb the master's yang energy in the dark, so as to cultivate the human form. Gods are the easiest to breed such things, sword spirits, and bell spirits, not this kind. Sun Dasheng is also a stone spirit. Throughout the ages, stone spirits absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and the things raised are the most Terrible."

"It's best to do it with caution."

The author has something to say: Hmm... this is an update warning, starting tomorrow, the end time is unknown.Everyone can save up and watch slowly~