Huzi saw that I seemed to be a little interested, and asked me again: "Now the real Qimen Dunjia is about to be lost, although the Dunjia chapter in Luban's book is not complete, but it is comparable to a lone book, what is it?" Do you want to learn? “

Through Huzi's narration and my association, this temptation is indeed quite great. But after thinking about it, forget it, even if I don't commit "missing a subject", I won't be able to learn.

Just now, Huzi and Hu Shanlin were talking like a sharp game, and I didn't understand a word. I've been the worst in math since I was a child, and I still learned Mao's Qimen Dunjia?

Seeing that I refused, Huzi shook his head and sighed and said that it was a pity, as if I had missed the five million jackpot. If I didn't know him, I thought he was holding back something bad, there was such a good thing, and he was the first to send it out.

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The sound of sawing wood in the outhouse finally stopped, and Xin Nandu took the sawdust of his pants, holding in his hand a pile of planks that had been sawn to the same length, and on which were placed a hammer and a box of nails.

Huzi put all these things in front of the hall, and then opened the curtains again, and motioned for us to stay out of the way, and he was about to get to work.

Actually, I'm also quite curious, how is he going to use these wooden boards to release all the immortals inside.

I saw Huzi take out a small pencil from his jacket pocket and walk to the window, just like learning the proportions of sketching. Hold the pencil straight and look out with one eye closed and one eye closed.

I asked Hu Shanlin what he was doing, and Hu Shanlin told me that the sun hadn't completely set yet. He relied on the shadow of the sun to find the correct direction of the sexagenary branches, and the principle was similar to that of a sundial.

After looking at it for a while, Huzi walked back to Xin Nandu's hall, turned the board with the hall slip, and then went to the window to look at it.

After adjusting the orientation back and forth a few times, Huzi was satisfied with pinning the pencil behind his ear, and then squatted on the ground and began to tinkle the wooden board.

I wanted to laugh when I saw it, but I said that I was really a carpenter. When I was a child, I saw a lot of furniture workers with a pencil pinned to their ears when they worked.

I once heard a joke about locking up a group of teachers in a small dark room. The math teacher was measuring the area of the house, the Chinese teacher was busy writing a suicide note, the physics teacher was thinking about how hard it would take to open it, and the chemistry teacher was calculating how long the oxygen could last.

This joke shows that people in different professions, when doing other things, will more or less substitute for their old profession. Huzi and I are like this, what I want to do when I encounter something is to light incense. And no matter what he does, all he thinks of is carpenter's tools, and even a formation can be solved in the way of carpenter's work.

Huzi nailed the boards into a non-horizontal emboss, and then went to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife and cut a groove out of the embossed head.

Then, he meticulously carved three boards into wavy curves, and then nailed them together to look like a slide. Finally, he stuck the slide in the carved groove again, threw the kitchen knife to the side, clapped his hands and stood up.

The whole process went smoothly, and Xin Nandu, who was present, and even Hu Shanlin and Hu Dahai, all watched Huzi work without saying a word. This was also the first time I discovered that carpentry work is also art, and it cured my obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Although I admire his craftsmanship, he can carve the slide so delicately with a kitchen knife. But when I saw him coming towards me, I asked him suspiciously, "Is this the end of it?" ”

Huzi passed by without stopping, and said with a smile: "Not yet, but it's almost over, almost finishing the work." ”

As he spoke, Huzi picked up the big black plastic bag at the door, then turned around and went back to the house.

I saw him take out a box of ink and pour it into the saucer, then take out another brush to soak it in ink, and began to draw in the blank space at the bottom of the list. While drawing, he was still chanting some incantation in his mouth.

With Huzi's painting, looking into the hall list through the yin and yang eyes, the ink actually entered the space inside little by little, forming a staircase where black clouds gathered in front of the dense immortal house.

Xin Nandu didn't open his eyes, if you look at it from his point of view, it is that Huzi wrote a concave character at the bottom of the hall list, but this concave character is downward. And in this concave character, two verticals are drawn, and the middle of the two verticals is painted in equal proportions with horizontal bars.

The concave character of tiger is completely combined with the embossed character he made of wooden boards. I looked inside the slip again, and found that the ladder formed by the black clouds inside was gradually solidifying, faintly connected to the wooden slide outside.

After finishing the painting, Huzi put down his pen, took out two butter waxes from the plastic bag, lit them, and stood the candles on both sides of the embossed frame without a bottom, and then beckoned to Xin Nandu.

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Xin Nandu walked to Huzi for some reason, and Huzi pointed to the futon in front of the hall and said, "Kneel." ”

Xin Nandu was very obedient and knelt down with a pop. Huzi twisted out three incense sticks from the incense bucket next to him, lit them and handed them to Xin Nandu, and said at the same time: "Take it, don't think about it with sincerity, and then bow down, the incense will burn to the end, and your immortal door will all come out." ”

"Oh yes, don't be too fast, say goodbye in about three seconds, but don't count the time in your heart, probably." Huzi thought for a moment and added.

After Huzi finished speaking, he withdrew to my side, Xin Nandu closed his eyes tightly and looked solemn, and began to bow there. I was shocked to find that every time Xin Nandu bowed, the incense thread emitted by the burning incense in his hand emitted a point, and it turned into a rope in the hall sheet.

The rope made of incense threads entered the hall list, as if it really had substance. The immortals in the front row grabbed the rope and used it hard, and then they rushed up the black cloud stairs. Then he jumped down and jumped out of the hall.

As soon as they came out, they were only the size of a palm, and they slid down the wooden slide to the ground, and immediately turned into the size of ordinary people. Hu Dahai nodded at them, they all kept quiet, walked to Hu Dahai's side and stood up.

Every time Xin Nandu worshipped, there were four or five immortals who came out of the rope. When the rope faded, he bowed again, and the rope solidified again.

Looking at the more and more immortals in the house, I had a question in my heart. But I was afraid of disturbing Xin Nandu, who was sincerely worshipping, so I asked Hu Shanlin in my heart: "Brother Shanlin, what is the principle?" ”

Hu Shanlin smiled when he heard this, and also said to me in his heart: "Your brother is really a weird, I have only heard of Lu Banshu and have not seen it, so I don't know much about his cultivation." But the principle is very simple, he uses a special spell to communicate the world in the hall with the yang realm, and then uses the belief power of the earth horse as a traction. ”

Hu Shanlin looked at the tiger on the side with a face full of praise at this time, and said to me: "Although this principle is simple, ordinary people can't think of it at all. The bridge he built in the carpenter's way is similar to the city we built when we broke through the barrier. At the same time, he used Qimen technique, used carpenter work, cast spells with Luban book, and used the fate of the landhorse and the immortal family as a traction, which is a bit interesting. ”

Hu Shanlin explained this, I finally understood, and said in my heart that Huzi's brain hole is indeed extraordinary. It usually looks dull, but it's really easy to use at critical moments.

It used to be said that there was only a thin line between a genius and a madman, but when I looked at the tiger next to me, I found that he didn't look like a madman, more like a fool. Could it be that there is a fine line between a fool and a genius?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing, Huzi saw me staring at him and laughing, lowered his voice and asked me dissatisfiedly, "What are you laughing at?" ”

I forced a smile and whispered to him, "It's nothing, I just think you're quite a genius." ”

Huzi heard me praise him, and suddenly felt a little fluttery, and pouted and said to me: "What is this, this is still his hammer has no aura, if my guy doesn't have to work hard, a hammer will solve the problem." ”

I didn't know how he used a hammer to communicate between the two worlds, but I made a silencing gesture for him. As soon as this guy was complacent, he forgot to do it, and his voice began to get louder, I was afraid of disturbing Xin Nandu.

The three incense sticks gradually burned to the bottom, in fact, Xin Nandu's immortals had all come out a few minutes ago, and at this time, the house was crowded inside and outside. None of us spoke because we were a little moved by his devotion at the moment.

The incense fell down in the process of burning, and Xin Nandu burned several bubbles on the backs of his hands, but he was unmoved. Not long ago, he regarded this Tangzi Immortal Family as a demon, and he could see that Hu Dahai was quite moved.

When the immortals in the house first came out, they looked at Xin Nandu's eyes with some anger, but after observing for a while, most of their eyes flickered a few times, and then sighed.

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It can be seen that although they haven't completely forgiven Xin Nandu, at least they don't hate it so much. This is also the reason why I didn't call Xin Nandu, I hope he can remember it for a long time this time, and in the future, under the leadership of Hu Dahai, he will have a good run-in with Xianjiamen.

The incense burned out, Xin Nandu was still worshipping, and I shouted: "Okay, get up!" ”

Xin Nandu opened his eyes when he heard this, and looked around the room. He didn't open his eyes, he could only see the visible Hu Dahai and Hu Shanlin, and he couldn't see the immortal family in the room at all.

He asked me suspiciously, "Master, have all my immortals come out?" If not, I'll say goodbye. As he spoke, he trembled his hands and was about to take the incense, without worrying about the bubbles on his hands.

I secretly observed and found that many immortals in the house sighed again, and it seemed that they had put it down. Also, except for Hu Dahai, the other immortal families have no enmity with Xin Nandu, and they all came together because of fate. Qi is angry in Xin Nandu to make them suffer in vain, but they don't really hate him.

"Don't worry, it's already out, and you kid is still worshipping there." Huzi replied with a big grin.

I glared at him fiercely, and said in my heart that this guy is really closer to a fool, and belongs to the smart and confused life. I finally missed a hand, and then I started to make two.

Xin Nandu was stunned for a moment, but didn't say anything. I hugged my fists at the room full of immortals, opened my mouth and shouted: "The immortals have suffered for a long time, and now there is a high hall immortal mansion and a good man, Xu Huyang, who is re-emerging for the Xin family's immortal hall. The auspicious time has come, and the fall of Madenko! ”

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