It's a hard question to answer, although I think I'm pretty smart. But I still don't think I can answer this question.

The future has not happened yet, so why can the divination ball show its picture?

If you think a little deeper, it means that those things will definitely happen in the future.

That means I'm now a thing of the past?

Of course, it's hard to understand, and I don't even know what I'm thinking. This kind of question is very ultimate, like what the Tao is. I still don't understand what the Tao is.

I shook my head and said to the old woman, "I don't know, but what I see is what I want it to happen, and if it happens in the future, I won't stop it." ”

The old woman nodded slightly and replied, "The ninth prince goes upstairs, I hope that the ninth prince can keep his heart when he encounters anything in the future." ”

Although I didn't understand what the old woman meant, I still bowed to the old woman very respectfully, "Thank you for the old woman's warning." ”

By the time I looked up, the old woman was gone, the chair was empty, and there was no divination ball on the table.

I shook my head to myself, maybe everything that just happened was an illusion, right? How is it possible to see what happens next through a glass ball?

Taoist divination only knows the general idea of things, and it is impossible to know so much detail.

If I go back and tell Tang Jinghong about this, they will definitely think it is nonsense.

I didn't think much of it, and turned around and went up to the fourth floor.

The fourth floor was again an empty room, with no furniture and no people, only a wooden staircase leading to the fifth floor. But there was a door at the top of the stairs, and I went up and pushed it, but I couldn't open it.

At this moment, a table suddenly rose in the center of the room.

On the table is a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, a kind of paper with words still written.

I hurriedly went down and looked at it, and the piece of paper read, "Please listen to the scriptures you are reading, and write them down, and you will be able to go to the fifth floor." ”

I frowned slightly, there is no one here, who will read the scriptures? Did you ask me to write down the mantra that the old woman had just recited?

At this moment, the room remembered songs, not just one, many songs, but the sounds of various instruments were intertwined, and it sounded very noisy.

I pricked up my ears and listened closely, and I could faintly hear the sound of someone reading the scriptures.

But the voice of the scripture is so small that it is difficult to distinguish.

Now I kind of understand what it is.

They wanted to test my hearing, and it was not easy to capture the smallest sounds in such a noisy environment.

Even if I'm talented, I can't guarantee that I can do it.

If it weren't for the respect for the master of the Zhuge clan, I would have kicked open the door at the top of the stairs and gone straight up.

I took a few deep breaths and sat cross-legged with my eyes slightly closed. Let your attention be focused on the subtle sound of chanting.

In order to hear the scriptures clearly, it is necessary to eliminate the distractions of other sounds, which can be a long process.

Some Taoist masters can quickly enter a state of concentration in the bustling city.

Although it is not necessary to fully enter into a state of concentration to discern the scriptures, the principle of holding a thought makes sense.

I don't know how long it took me to hear that they were reciting the Great Compassion Mantra, and that they were only halfway there, and it kept repeating.

Once I was sure, I quickly picked up a brush and wrote down what I had heard on a piece of paper.

As soon as I finished writing, I heard the sound of the door opening.

With a long sigh of relief, he hurriedly ran up.

The fifth floor is almost identical to the third floor, with two chairs and a table. However, it was not an old woman sitting on the chair, but a middle-aged man, wearing the official uniform of the Song Dynasty, with a very dark face, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't have a crescent moon on his forehead, I would almost have taken him for Bao Qingtian.

The black-faced man motioned for me to sit down and bowed to me, "Ninth Prince, I don't know how to solve a case here, and I hope that Ninth Prince's advice can be given a few points." ”

I bowed to him and said, "Your Excellency bears love, even if you are told." ”

The black-faced man nodded, "It's said that a monk and a butcher are good friends, and they live together." The two of them discussed it and had to call each other to get up every day.

So, the butcher called the monk to get up and recite the scriptures every day. The monk called the butcher every day to get up and kill the pigs.

The butcher did not believe in Buddhism and killed living beings, but he was dedicated to goodness, often helping his neighbors, and finally drowned in order to save a drowning child.

The monk is devoted to the Buddha, eats vegetarian for life, does not ask about world affairs, and also helps the dead villagers to recite scriptures on weekdays to spend their souls.

Just when the butcher died, robbers came to the monk's house and killed the monk as well.

The souls of the two of them came to the underworld, and I had a headache, how should I judge? Which of them should go to hell and who should be reincarnated? ”

Without hesitation, I replied, "Do you need to ask?" Naturally, both of them are reincarnated? No one needs to go to hell. ”

The black-faced man frowned and asked me, "Oh? And what about the animals that the butcher killed? ”

"If you want to say that, the cows still eat grass? Isn't the grass also alive? Killing is for greater release. ”

"Animals are also reincarnated by humans, what is the difference between killing and killing?"

"Buddhism is like this, it always talks about the past life and the future life, so why not talk about the present life? Since the monk recites the scriptures every day and is dedicated to the Buddha, why would he encounter robbers? You must have said that he did too much evil in his previous life, and this is how he should be in this life. ”

"There are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, people have good fortune and misfortune, and the monk was killed by robbers has nothing to do with his previous life, it is destined in this life. And the two of them are good friends, one must go to hell. ”

"What's the reasoning?" I was puzzled.

"There are no rules, there is no circle, and the underworld also has the rules of the underworld. That's why I have a headache. The black-faced man frowned tightly.

"You have to choose one to go to hell?" I asked him again.

He nodded.

Now it's a bit tricky. This story is so common that even Niu Meng knows it. It's just that the story didn't originally save children and robbers.

The butcher shouts to the monk every day to get up to recite the scriptures, and the monk shouts every day that the butcher gets up to kill.

So after the two people died, the monk ended up going to hell. For he cried out to the butcher, and the butcher slew.

What is this called logic?

It's like when I paid for a scholar to go to Beijing to take the exam, obviously to do a good deed, he died in a flood on the way. Do you want to blame me for this?

The butcher kills, but he does good. Although the monk is dedicated to the Buddha, he does nothing.

In my opinion, if there is really a person who wants to go to hell, then it is more appropriate to choose a monk.

So I told the black-faced man, "I think if you have to choose a person to go to hell, a monk is more suitable to go to hell." ”

The black-faced man frowned again, "Oh? The reason? ”

"The butcher kills, but that's his livelihood. Besides, he often helps his neighbors, and in the end he sacrifices himself for others? Why go to hell? But what did that monk do besides chanting scriptures and devoting himself to the Buddha? Beyond the Revenant?

If I remember correctly, according to Taoism, the reason why the soul of the dead refuses to disperse is because there are still unfulfilled wishes in the world. And most of the souls who refuse to disperse have grievances, so he has overtaken others, how can he be wronged?

Does it still make sense if a person's grievances are not washed away until later? ”

The black-faced man sighed softly, "Ninth Prince, you go upstairs." ”

I raised an eyebrow, "Looks like I didn't pick the right one?" ”

The black-faced man shook his head, "It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, it's just that different choices will have different results." Therefore, it is necessary to be cautious when choosing. ”

"I have another question?" I asked him again.

"Ninth Prince, please speak."

"Are you the judge of the underworld?"

The black-faced man smiled and disappeared in place.

I pursed my lips, it was really boring, and I made another illusion to fool me. If the black-faced man is really the judge of the underworld, does this kind of thing still need to be entangled?

With curiosity about the master of the Zhuge clan, I came to the sixth floor.

There is a large table in the room on the sixth floor, and on the table is a map. I took a closer look, it was from the Three Kingdoms period, and it happened to be a map near Gojogahara. Moreover, this map is made vividly, and the mountains, rivers, and people in the city can see it clearly.

There was a piece of paper next to it, which said let me line up and defeat Sima Yi.

In fact, Zhuge Liang had already defeated Sima Yi back then, and in the battle of the upper valley, if it hadn't rained, Sima Yi would have been burned to death.

It's a pity that the heavens are not beautiful. After that, Zhuge Liang died of illness in Wuzhangyuan, and after his death, he made a dummy, which scared Sima Yi away.

I have a fairly good understanding of the art of war, and I also know a little bit about arranging troops. Therefore, it is not difficult to defeat Sima Yi on this map.

After all, I have read so much history, and I know the situation of the troops at that time, and where they were stationed.

So I understand, what's the point of them setting this layer?

Interestingly, I can pinch the soldiers on the map with my hands, even though they are phantoms, but I can pinch them up.

So I arranged my troops according to my own experience and waited for the Wei army to attack.

The two sides fought together, and soon the Wei army was destroyed.

Because I have arranged a large number of formations, in addition to the most famous Eight Golden Lock Arrays, there are also Sky Covering Arrays, Earth Carrying Arrays, Wind Lifting Arrays, and Cloud Hanging Arrays......

Of course, there is no Sima Yi on the map, if it is a realistic situation, Sima Yi will definitely be able to break the formation, after all, Sima Yi is also a person who is familiar with military books.

That's when I suddenly realized a problem.

The terrain of Wuzhang Plains is not without plains, and it is possible to arrange troops and set up formations, and it is easy to lead troops to set up ambushes.

Moreover, Zhuge Liang created the Eight Formations, as long as he fought head-on, winning the Wei army was a sure thing. Even if the Wei army insists on not fighting, the Wei army can be trapped to death.

Why did you choose this place in the upper valley?

Such a clever person didn't expect it to rain? At the time of the Battle of Chibi, Zhuge Liang even counted the east wind seven days later, what is a rain?

So the whole thing is weird.

While I was thinking about this, the door at the top of the staircase opened, and I hurried up to the seventh floor without any further thought.

There is only the last floor left, and the master of the Zhuge clan is waiting for me on the eighth floor.

As soon as I reached the seventh floor, my head ached violently. The room on the seventh floor was empty. However, there were eight Dao formations painted in blood on the walls and floor.

I've never seen these eight Dao arrays before, and I don't know what they are, but they make my head feel like they're about to explode.

Then some fragmentary images kept flashing through my mind, and I tried to capture them, but it was too painful for me to remember what was going through my mind.

I just vaguely saw a very bloody and terrifying picture.

My head hurt more and more, the qi and blood in my body also surged, my chest was so stuffy that I couldn't help it for a while, and a large mouthful of blood of "Wow" spit out, just on the top of the Dao array on the floor.

Those blood stains stained the Dao Array, and the Dao Array of the entire room disappeared.

My head immediately returned to normal and my physical discomfort disappeared.

It seems that the effect of these Dao arrays is to remove the memories that Grandpa has sealed on his body. But after all, I was a little bit cold, and I don't know what kind of Taoist technique my grandfather used to seal my memory so firmly.

I even felt that if those Dao Arrays continued to function, they would cut off all the meridians of my body.

But Uncle Shi has already gone to the capital to invite grandpa, and when I see his old man, I will ask about these things.

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and hurried to the eighth floor.

When I came to the eighth floor, I finally saw a normal room. Not a large room of sorts, but a bedroom that looks like a woman's boudoir.

Antique furniture, pink curtains and bed curtains, delicate dressers, even the bedding are pink.

The bedroom is not small, there is a compartment with a kite in the compartment.

There is also a door, and there is a screen in front of the door, and I don't know what is behind the door.

The room was lit with incense, it smelled good, and I don't know what the fragrance was.

The incense seemed to have medicinal effects and calmed the nerves, and when I came up, I felt a lot calmer.

There is a sword hanging on the wall, and above the sword is a gossip mirror, and there is a bookcase at the head of the bed.

Most of the books on the top of the bookcase are written in bamboo scripts.

I walked over and took a volume to look at, and found that this was a summary of the government written by Zhuge Liang, which was to record some of the things that happened in the government. Whether it's true or not, I don't know.

Could it be that the owner of this Zhuge clan is still a girl?

The legendary Zhuge fruit? She has become an immortal, and immortals can live forever.

I didn't continue to look through the bamboo slips on the bookcase, and sat honestly at the table, after all, it was not good to rummage through the contents of other people's rooms.

Almost a stick of incense had passed, and I heard footsteps. But it wasn't any ordinary footsteps, it sounded like stepping barefoot on the carpet.

The inside of this boudoir is carpeted, a plush carpet, and I don't know what kind of animal fur it is made of, or what kind of monster fur it is made of.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a figure appeared behind the screen, I took a deep breath and quickly stood up, ready to meet the master of the Zhuge clan.