As a golden elixir monk, he stumbled over a gray and inconspicuous stone. Is there anything more ridiculous in the world? It took several lifetimes of bad luck to make such a big mistake happen.
Ugly? Isn’t the third level of the Jiutian Xuanlong Forbidden Technique known as the lucky halo? Where did all this luck go?
After pondering over it, an idea suddenly came to his mind. He wanted to use plum blossoms to divine fortune. It didn't matter what he was fortune-telling, he just wanted to fortune-tell.
With this thought, Zhao Ran tried his best to suppress it. If he divined a hexagram, his life would be shortened by three to five seconds. On average, he calculated half an hour. He was only a golden elixir mage. How many "half an hour" could he have to waste?
And if you make a big fortune and lose three to five days of your life, that would be a big loss!
But the thoughts of divination are no longer so easy to suppress. Instead, they become stronger and stronger, making it increasingly difficult to restrain them.
Well, follow your heart, follow your heart, and practice Taoism from your heart. It only takes half an hour. If you live one less day, you can divine twelve times. In fact, it doesn't seem to be a big deal after all, so just one fortune telling?
Thinking of this, Zhao Ran couldn't help it anymore, stepped on the steps, made secrets in his hands, and began to calculate silently in his heart.
The total number of years, months and days is divided by eight, and the hour is added and divided by eight, and then divided by six. At the same time, Zhao Ran sets the parameters, opens the eye of the sky, and adds the direction of the flow of heaven and earth qi here, corresponding to the Bagua and Jiumen, and gets a Feng Shui Huan, Shangjiu
, if the blood is drained out, there is no fault. Xiang said: if the blood is drained, the harm will be far away.
The meaning of the hexagram is that if there is a bloody disaster, run away quickly!
Zhao Ran was immediately startled, but then he realized that this hexagram was too ambiguous. It did not say who was suffering from the bloody disaster, nor did it say where to run, etc. Specific issues. This was not the final result of plum blossom divination. It was the real result.
The number of plum blossoms is extremely precise and concrete.
Maybe the parameters set are not enough?
After much deliberation, Zhao Ran added another step, including the gray stone that tripped him. The stone was soil and the gray was dry. The two parameters were added and recalculated, and finally a strange result came out.
A man in gray clothes died under Yangshan Mountain at the seventh hour of the hour!
After thinking about it, he looked at the blue Taoist robe he was wearing. Zhao Ran was sure that it had nothing to do with him. While he was relieved, he also felt very regretful.
It seems that the numbering of plum blossoms is exactly what Patriarch Longyang said, and the result is obviously inconsistent with the hexagram. I tripped on a stone, but what I found was that someone died under Yangshan. There is no connection between the two.
, which can be called inexplicable.
Zhao Ran shook his head. He had wasted half an hour of his life, but he didn't know which mountain Yangshan was? Or was it the sunny side of a certain mountain?
I remember Patriarch Long Yang said that the secret to accurately counting plum blossoms is because he participated in the hexagrams. To put it a bit exaggerated, his calculation may be an important reason why someone died under Yang Mountain. Come to think of it,
I feel quite guilty...
Zhao Ran once had the idea of adding his surname, horoscope, sect, martial arts and other parameters to the plum blossom calculation to see if he could save the life of the man in gray. However, he was suppressed by his own family as soon as he thought about it.
Go down.
If you really take all aspects of your life into account, you don’t know if your life will be shortened by three to five months? Or even by three to five years? Even if it is only three to five days, that’s unbearable. What’s even more terrifying is that if you accidentally lose your life,
If a person is saved, does this count as a violation of Heaven's destiny? If it counts as a violation of Heaven's destiny, and his life span is shortened by thirty to fifty years, doesn't that mean he is considered dead?
However, Zhao Ran still had an extra thought. Since the first divination said that there would be a bloody disaster and he should flee far away, then he should wait. In short, this is a prairie and there are no mountains nearby. In any case, it is not the same as "Yangshan".
"It doesn't matter. Even if someone dies, it won't be your fault.
It is now the seventh quarter of the unitary hour. If you avoid this quarter of an hour, you can go back to Maharaja Mountain.
There is a Dangxiang herdsman family on this pasture, an elder from Renjia. When the pasture was replaced in March this year, Baozhong came to beg him, saying that he wanted to help this elder replace the pasture in this area.
The old man and his wife depended on each other, and the wife was paralyzed in bed. Even Zhao Ran had no way to cure him. Therefore, in accordance with the principle of a sick family, he agreed to Baozhong's request, placed the old couple here, and allotted five more
Ten acres of pasture.
When Zhao Ran traveled between Baima Yuan and Dajun Mountain, as long as he was not busy, he would often sit in the home of this herdsman family. This was also an opportunity to get to the grassroots level and understand the voices of the people at the lowest level.
"Uncle Archi, the poor man is here again..." Zhao Ran shouted with a smile from a long distance away.
Usually at this time, the old man would come out of the felt bag, invite Zhao Ran in with a smile, drink a bowl of tea, and chat for a while, and the family's black dog would bark and pounce on Zhao Ran, licking Zhao Ran's palm wildly.
But today, the felt bag was very quiet. There was neither an old man nor a black dog. From what Zhao Ran could sense, there was not even the breath of the paralyzed old aunt in the felt bag.
Approaching the felt bag, in the sheep pen next to it, the more than 30 sheep purchased with charity loans were sitting quietly, without any abnormalities. The frame of the large cart was also placed outside the sheep pen, and the mangy-haired cattle pulling the cart were sitting there.
Eating grass peacefully.
It's a bit weird! Zhao Ran opened his eyes and thoroughly investigated the disturbance of the heaven and earth energy here. After a while, he slowly opened the felt curtain...
…
Xiao Wu pinched the old woman's neck, put her down gently, and closed her eyes. Next to the old woman, lying beside the old woman was the dead Renduo Aqi.
The old man holding a faucet-head crutch outside the house opened the felt curtain and took another look, urging: "Hurry up!"
Xiao Wu chuckled: "Why are you so anxious?"
A black dog suddenly rushed out of the sheepfold and barked at the old man holding the cane. The old man pointed his finger and a wisp of poisonous smoke penetrated into the dog's nose. The black dog fell to the ground exhausted on the spot, whimpering and struggling a few times.
A desperate death.
Xiao Wu sighed: "What a pity for this pot of dog meat." He raised his foot and kicked the black dog's body into the felt bag.
After coming out, looking at the white clouds passing by in the sky, Xiao Wu said: "There will be no snow this winter."
The old man had no intention of talking to him about this. He just said: "It's time for me to leave. Will you go back to the White Horse Department after you're done?"
Xiao Wu shook his head: "I have been hiding for two years and it has delayed me for two years. I don't want to go back. I plan to change to a place with spiritual energy to temper my golden elixir."
"Where are you going?"
"Don't you think it's a good thing that you know too much?"
"Haha," the old man laughed dryly and said, "It's up to you, but I still have to remind you that the enemy is not that easy to deal with. You should be more vigilant."
Xiao Wu said: "It's just Huang Guan. Are you still worried that I can't kill him?"
The old man said: "He should have been killed back then. We all chose the wrong target. Who thought he could cause so many troubles... Then I'll leave first."
Xiao Wu asked: "Where are you going?"
"Go back to the mountains."
"Don't go back."
"Huh?" The old man trembled, turned around suddenly, veins popped out on his forehead, and his face was ferocious: "You..."
Xiao Wu hooked his finger, and a golden needle flew back from the old man's body, formed a square box in the air, and landed in Xiao Wu's palm.
The golden needles left dozens of tiny penetrating pinholes in the old man's abdomen. The flames in the pinholes were burning crazily, burning the old man's sea of energy into nothingness.
Xiao Wu apologized to the old man very sincerely: "I'm sorry, Ming San, this is the order from above."
The old man stared at Xiao Wu in disbelief and asked with difficulty: "How... do you know?"
Xiao Wu sighed: "I just found out that you are Ming San, but it seems that the higher-ups have known about it for a long time."