Chapter 3: The Apprentice of the Fortune Teller

"My hexagram! After you got sick, the master told you a hexagram, and at that time the master said that your illness would be cured soon, but in fact, the master didn't tell you the truth, and the hexagram was actually Jin Kemu, the main culprit. Moreover, your fate is unfavorable, and the fierce god is in power, and the teacher will know that you have this calamity. Sure enough, you finally left your teacher and just left. Who will give the teacher a pension in the future...... ”

Yi Xingchen woke up from his coma and listened to an old voice babbling with a crying voice. Hearing that he was confused, he was inexplicable.

This person claims to be a teacher, saying that he has a calamity, who is this person?

Yi Xingchen opened his eyes with difficulty, but he couldn't see anything, because his head was covered by a white cloth.

He reached out to lift the white cloth, and when he heard the bang, the chaotic footsteps scattered and fled, and he screamed: "The corpse is fraudulent!" ”

As soon as Yi Xingchen lifted the white cloth, he saw the people around him crawling out of the yard, leaving only a thin old man in a coarse cloth robe still standing beside him, looking at himself dumbfounded, his white goatee hanging down on his chest, it looked like he should be fifty or sixty years old.

Yi Xingchen sat up suddenly, and the old man sat on the ground in fright, looking at it in horror, his white beard trembling, but he couldn't say anything.

Yi Xingchen looked around blankly, and for a moment, he was also dumbfounded, because he saw that the people who ran away were all wearing ancient clothes, or robes, or short shirts, with their heads crossed, wearing scarves, and all kinds of costumes, all of which can only be seen in ancient costume movies and television.

Looking down, he himself was lying on a wooden plank, in a small courtyard, with three old wooden houses behind him, surrounded by low earthen walls, and a pair of white flags with bamboo poles on the courtyard door, fluttering in the wind, very infiltrating. - This seems to be for the dead!

What's going on? Where is this?

Yi Xingchen turned his head to look at the old man again. He suddenly found that this old man was very familiar, as if he was a very close person to him, how could it be?

The old man stammered and said, "Hexagram, you ......, aren't you?" What are your unfulfilled wishes? Tell the teacher, and the teacher will do it for you. You're still ......, go with peace of mind, don't be scared of the teacher......"

"My ......, where am I?" Yi Xingchen asked blankly. Didn't you faint after being hit by the clay head of the ancestor of Guiguzi? How did you get here?

The old man listened to what Yi Xingchen said, and saw that his actions didn't seem to be the legendary corpse, and suddenly his face appeared happy: "You, aren't you dead?" Hexagram. ”

Yi Xingchen stared at the old man and was about to speak, when suddenly, he froze.

Because, he found that he suddenly had a lot of information in his head that didn't belong to him at all, and it seemed to be another person's memory.

These memories told him that this old man who was sitting on the ground and looked at him in surprise, surnamed Gongsun, with a single word and a crane, was a fortune teller, and was the master of this person who had these memories in his head. And this person who left a memory is an orphan, sixteen years old, with only a small name called Gu'er, and has not yet taken a big name. Since he was a child, he has been apprenticed to this old fortune teller, and it was this fortune teller who raised him.

And the last memory is that this apprentice fell ill and died two days ago.

Yi Xingchen sat on the door panel dumbfounded, he was overwhelmed by these memories that suddenly popped up in his brain.

And what about these people in ancient costumes?

Looking around, there is not a single concrete building, just a wooden house with a tiled roof.

Could it be that this is ancient? Crossed on your own? Soul possession borrowed corpse to resurrect the soul?

Scary words come to mind.

Gongsun He, the fortune teller who was sitting on the ground, finally reacted, got up from the ground, stepped forward and stretched out his trembling hand, gently touched Yi Xingchen, who was still sitting there dumbfounded, and felt the temperature on his face. couldn't help but be overjoyed, grabbed his wrist and touched the pulse again, and found that the pulse was beating very happily, and he shouted in surprise: "God has eyes, my hexagram has come to life, you are not dead, hexagram, now it's okay, I don't have to worry about the rest of my life without support." ――I'm just saying, if you have the help of Tianyi nobles in your life, you will be able to turn evil into good fortune and be auspicious, isn't this? Dead and alive, hahahaha. ”

Hearing Gongsun He's shouting, the men and women who escaped from the courtyard to look outside the door were bold, entered the courtyard, and asked, "Mr. Gongsun, didn't you come back to life?" Isn't it a corpse? Don't scare us. ”

"He's not dead, he's alive, really, hahaha" Gongsun He grabbed Yi Xingchen's hand and kept shaking it and laughing.

Yi Xingchen looked at the people who came in, the memories in his head were swishing out, from these memories, he knew that these people, some were next-door neighbors, some were neighbors, and some were the old customers of the fortune teller Gongsun He, all of whom came to help deal with the funeral of Gongsun He's dead apprentice.

In this way, I really borrowed the corpse to return my soul!

Yi Xingchen's heart sank, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he jumped off the door and rushed into the house. His memory told him that there was a bronze mirror on the table in the room, and although the reflection of the bronze mirror was relatively vague, the general image of the person could still be seen. With trembling hands, he grabbed the bronze mirror on the table and leaned in to take a look.

A miserable white face appeared in the bronze mirror, perhaps because of the resurrection of the corpse, it has not yet recovered its blood color, it looks very scary, but the appearance is very delicate, but it is definitely not the original self.

He looked down at his figure, a half-grown boy of fifteen or sixteen, a little smaller than he had been before the crossing. He glanced at the face of the strange big boy in the bronze mirror again, and as soon as his hands were released, the bronze mirror fell on the table with a clatter, bounced up again, fell off the table, rolled on the ground a few times, and rolled to the wall with a clatter, and then stopped and fell.

A few people appeared at the door, led by Gongsun He. He looked at Yi Xingchen in surprise, not knowing what he was doing, followed by a few neighbors, looking in.

Yi Xingchen hadn't recovered from the shock yet, and looked up at those people stupidly.

Gongsun He hurriedly came over to help him and said, "Lie down on the bed, I'll go and ask Huang Langzhong from Haichuan Medical Center to come and show you, don't get up first." ”

The two neighbors behind him hurriedly told them to call and let Gongsun He stay and take care of the apprentices, so they ran out in a puff of smoke.

With the support of Gongsun He, Yi Xingchen lay down on an old wooden bed, Gongsun He pulled a thin quilt over him, and said, "Hexagram, you lie down and don't move first, and wait for Huang Langzhong to come and show you." ”

Yi Xingchen nodded slightly, he really wanted to calm down and think about what was going on?

He lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and quickly skimmed through the memories that came out of his head that didn't belong to him.

He figured out a few things from these memories: first, he traveled to the spring of the nineteenth year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, which happened to be the second Zhonghe Festival in February, which was a very important festival in ancient times.

Yi Xingchen knew with the historical knowledge he had learned that the Jiaqing Emperor had reigned for a long time, and he believed in Taoism to the point of obsession, and many Taoist priests were able to soar to the top. Fortune-telling is also related to Taoism, in the Ming Dynasty, the three religions and nine streams, fortune tellers belong to the middle stream, ranking third, and they are still in front of scholars and monks, so the social status can still be accepted.

The second thing he understood was that the person who had left him this body and part of his memory was an orphan, and after the fortune teller Gongsun He met him, he took him in as an apprentice, and the two depended on each other for their lives, and there were no other relatives.

The third thing he understands is that the lives of the two depend on this fortune teller Gongsun He to earn money by setting up a fortune telling stall on the street to make a living, Gongsun He's fortune-telling level is average, and he is very sincere, and he is not good at observing words and colors, so most of the fortune-telling is not accurate, and the business of fortune-telling is not very good. The two of them lived a very hard life, and sometimes they needed the help of neighbors.