Seeing that his son didn't speak, Chen Jin snorted heavily, and said: "This matter is over here, remember that when you get to school, you will ask someone to tell Feng Jiang that as long as he doesn't find fault with you in the future, the previous grievances between you will be written off, and you can still be friends." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"The money is returned, so naturally I won't beat him again." Chen Jin muttered.

"Look what you can do!" Chen Jin glared at his son, and when he saw that his son was looking at him quite rebelliously, he was angry, but he could only suppress it and asked lightly: "You invited these classmates to your home to do homework together, have you ever thought that if they want to go to the backyard, how can you refuse?" Okay, even if they all listen to you, don't you think that this kind of behavior is a bit like three hundred taels of silver here? At your age, this is the time when curiosity is at its strongest, and what should you do if any of your classmates takes advantage of your inattention and sees something in the backyard that you shouldn't be looking at? ”

Chen Zimo frowned and said, "Without my permission, they don't dare." ”

"Heh, it's fierce enough!" Chen Jin sneered and gave a thumbs up, and said: "Dad is back now, when he is usually at home off duty, it is inevitable that there will be neighbors who come to the house to chat, but no one is allowed to enter our backyard, are you not afraid of being suspected?" ”

"You promise me, for a year!" Chen Zimo said angrily.

"No problem." Chen Jin said indifferently: "I'm just putting forward my personal suggestions, as for how to do it, you choose and consider it yourself." ”

Chen Zimo stared at his father's eyes and expression—indifferent, gentle, kind, and confident.

"Why did you suddenly talk to me about this?" Chen Zimo asked with a serious expression. His heart was already in his throat, because he suspected that his father knew that he was practicing magic, and even knew about the mysterious scroll.

There are too many doubts about my father.

He said something abruptly again today......

The son suddenly became so nervous, which made Chen Jin's heart more and more puzzled, but he kept his expression calm and said lightly: "Every night, you mysteriously run to the backyard and stay all night, what are you doing?" ”

"You're staring at me?!" Chen Zimo stood up angrily.

"I'm worried about you." Chen Jin shook his head, with a helpless look on his face, and said: "During this time, I heard some things, and I didn't take them seriously at first, but then I heard a lot, and I had to believe some strange events that were difficult to explain. For example, in the case of Li Zhizhong's family, although the higher-level government and the police have investigated clearly and announced the truth of the case to the public, I don't believe in the so-called truth of the case. Add to that the fact that you're acting weirdly at home, and I have to wonder if you're sneaking around practicing some superstitious stuff? ”

"Do you think I made it up to scare the ghost of Li Zhizhong's family?" Chen Zimo sneered.

Chen Jin said with a smile: "I have never believed in the existence of ghosts and gods, but I have seen and learned some of Hu Si's small methods with my own eyes. What I'm worried about now is that if you teach him the tricks of the magic stick you and practice seriously, it will affect your growth and learning, and waste your precious time. Son, I am your father, and I will never have any bad intentions towards you, no matter what I say or do, even if I beat you and scold you, it is all for your good. You tell me the truth, what else is there in the backyard hall besides Hu Si's spiritual position? Or, what exactly are you doing? ”

"I don't want to tell you." Chen Zimo said stubbornly.

"Okay." Chen Jin secretly extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray and said, "Your academic performance is good, and this alone gives me a reason to put aside my curiosity and not interfere with what you do in private." However, if you really want to protect your secrets from others, then you should not magnify the suspicions to the point where anyone can see them, but try to minimize them so that people will not pay attention to them. ”

Chen Zimo frowned and thought about it, and said, "I'll think about it again." ”

"Well, let's go study."

Chen Zimo turned around and walked out.

When he arrived outside the door, the cool breeze was fierce, and he realized that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

At night.

Chen Zimo, who came to the backyard hall again, closed the door, did not turn on the light, stood in the dark room, looked up at the top of the picture frame, and sensed the wisps of spiritual energy fluctuations emitted by the scroll, gently moistening his body and mind, but he had no intention of practicing, just thinking about the advice his father made to him during the day, and what to do next.

As the saying goes, "people don't know the situation in the game", his father's reminder made Chen Zimo suddenly realize that he was too cautious and took precautions to cover up, but it was easier to arouse the suspicion of others. During this time, his abnormal behavior at home every day was seen by his father, if it was seen by outsiders......

The secret of one's own cultivation of magic will be very dangerous.

And the scroll, the risk of being discovered or even stolen will also be very high.

After thinking about it for a long time, Chen Zimo climbed on the table, took off the scroll, put it in his arms, went out to the study in the backyard, closed the doors and windows, turned on the light, and read it at night—he decided to read through the first volume of the Tongxuan Sutra, memorize all the contents and order in his mind, and then bury the scroll deep in the ground of a room.

After that, he practiced in that room, above the place where the scroll was buried, so that he would no longer have to block the backyard without three hundred taels of silver.

Chen Zimo had completely memorized more than two-thirds of all the contents in the first volume of the Tongxuan Sutra. This is still a long time since he has stopped studying the scroll intently, otherwise with his memory, he would have been able to memorize it backwards a long time ago.

Tonight, after making a new decision, with his naturally intelligent brain and super reading and memory ability, he memorized all the contents of the scroll in his mind before dawn. In order to ensure that there would be no mistakes in the memory of the contents of the scroll, on Sunday night, Chen Zimo read the "First Volume of the Tongxuan Sutra" several times all night.

Next, he warned Wang Hui, Yang Qiangbin and others that they didn't have to look for themselves when they went to school every day.

Every day when he came back for dinner at noon, he would spare some time to tinker in the study in the west wing of the backyard -- he thought about it and used this spacious study as his private space for studying, resting, and practicing in the future. After carefully choosing the location, he moved the desk, where the desk was placed, and used a hammer and chisel to pry open a few pieces of marble floor tiles, and the compacted concrete layer underneath was chiseled little by little, and then the pieces and dirt were dug out.

The movement should not be too loud to arouse the suspicion of passers-by outside.

I don't have much time to do this work every day, because I have to write my homework and continue to read the contents of the scroll when I come back in the evening, so as to make sure that I don't remember the contents of the scroll in the slightest mistake in the future.

In addition, according to the anomaly that when the scroll was first discovered, in the humid environment, the surrounding area of the scroll was dry and moss-free, and even insects would not get close, Chen Zimo judged that the special material of the scroll and its seemingly endless aura were waterproof, anti-fouling, and anti-insect and rodent-bite...... In short, the material of this thing is good enough to survive any harsh environment.

Of course, this is just a personal judgment, in order to verify whether it is true, Chen Zimo will carefully try to pour a little water every day, but before it gets wet, the water droplets will naturally slide down, and when it is close to the scroll, it will evaporate very quickly; He tried to scald it with boiling water again, but the scroll did not appear to be damaged, and he used a sharp dagger to scratch the edge of one of the pages, but as a result, the scratch was broken, and Chen Zimo was shocked and distressed. But the next day, when he took out the scroll and tried to burn one of the corners with a match, he was surprised to find that the page of the scroll, which had been cut through a hole, had recovered on its own. Roast it over the fire again, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay......

Chen Zimo was completely relieved.

It's time to bury!

The reason why he was so careful and took the trouble to do all kinds of experiments was because Chen Zimo considered that the induction of the scroll to him was, first, limited by distance, and second, affected by physical barriers. Therefore, if it is wrapped in tarpaulin, and then there is a layer of soil, concrete, and floor tiles to block it, I am afraid that it will be buried too deep, and it will cut off the induction between the scroll and him.

Moreover, buried in the ground, it is inevitable to get wet.

If the scroll is destroyed as a result, it will be more than worth the loss.

It's the weekend again.

On Saturday morning, Chen Zimo borrowed some fine and coarse sand from the cement products factory in Qiaodong, got some white ash and red clay from a construction site in the village, and bagged them all and carried them home. I went to the flower pond in the backyard and dug up a lot of soil and carried it into the study basket by basket.

The diameter of the pit dug in the study is about 1.5 meters at the outside and less than half a meter at the bottom.

Chen Zimo sprinkled several layers of dry concrete mixed with white ash, red clay and fine sand at the bottom of the pit, sprinkled a thick layer of coarse white sand, and then spread a layer of pebbles, on which two layers of waterproof and moisture-proof linoleum cloth were spread. He wrapped the scroll in an ordinary red silk cloth, carefully laid it flat into the pit, filled it with fine and coarse sand, and then filled it with dry concrete, which was mixed with mud and white ash and fine sand, until it was level with the ground.

After doing this, he took the stone over and over again, compacted the concrete in the pit, carefully leveled it, paved a few marble floor tiles that he had pried open a few days ago, stirred them with fine sand and cement and water, and carefully poured them into the gaps between the floor tiles.

Although Chen Zimo has never done these things, he grew up in the countryside and has never eaten pork or watched pigs run, he has patience and does not hesitate to spend time and meticulously do it.

In the evening, Chen Jin returned.

After eating, Chen Zimo said to his father: "I have thought about it, my godfather's spiritual seat will be moved to the southernmost hut in the east wing of the backyard, and the backyard will no longer need to be locked, and you can go in and out casually." However, the study in the west wing, the west bedroom of the hall house, belongs to me, and no one, including you, can enter these two rooms without my permission. ”

Chen Jin was a little surprised and said, "Are you sure?" ”

"Hmm." Chen Zimo nodded.

"Very good, I promise you......" Chen Jin smiled with satisfaction.