Sun Xiangu took a long breath, slowly spit it out, her lips trembled slightly, and she calmed down a little and said: "I have been lonely for more than ten years, and I came over in the blink of an eye, and now, I have three days left to live." As she spoke, she turned her head to look at the coffin and the two paper people on the north side, and the emotions in her eyes were very complicated.

Wu Zhiyuan and Zhang Zefang were taken aback when they heard her words, although this Sun Xiangu is old, she is still in good spirits, and she doesn't look like she is about to reach the end at all, but the two of them are more worried that her life will not be long, and I am afraid that Dong Qian's return to Yang is hopeless.

Since the situation was already like this, Wu Zhiyuan was no longer embarrassed to ask Sun Xiangu for help, but he was not a person who stood by and watched, and made a decision temporarily, so he pulled Zhang Zhifang and motioned him to come out and speak.

"Master, I don't want to go to Yonghe Yizhuang to find my master for the time being." Wu Zhiyuan was moved by compassion, he suddenly felt that Sun Xiangu was very pitiful, and said calmly, "I want to stay here, spend the last three days of my life with this old grandmother, and then take care of the aftermath for her." ”

Zhang Zefang showed admiration and approval when he heard this, he patted Wu Zhiyuan on the shoulder, did not speak, but nodded.

Wu Zhiyuan's words were originally a private chat with Zhang Zefang, and he had no intention of letting Sun Xiangu in the room hear it, so his voice was deliberately lowered a lot, but although Sun Xiangu was old and frail, she was not dazzled or deaf, and she heard Wu Zhiyuan's words after listening carefully, and her heart suddenly swelled with emotion.

Wu Zhiyuan asked Zhang Zefang to go to Yonghe Yizhuang first to show everything to his master, so as not to make him angry after not seeing Wu Zhiyuan for so long, Zhang Zefang nodded and agreed, and comforted a few words, turned around and walked out of the courtyard, and watched Zhang Zefang leave, Wu Zhiyuan then turned around and walked into the house.

"Young man, I know you until now, and I still don't know what your name is." Before Wu Zhiyuan walked into the house and spoke, Sun Xiangu spoke.

"My name is Wu Zhiyuan, just call me Zhiyuan." Wu Zhiyuan said, squatting down in front of Sun Xiangu, Sun Xiangu was sitting on the thatched bed, so that he and she could look at each other directly, no longer one high and one low, and the strangeness of the two instantly faded a lot.

"Hmm." Sun Xiangu looked at Wu Zhiyuan again, her eyes softened a lot, the corners of her mouth smiled slightly, and she said slowly, "I can help you with the thing you just said." ”

"What?" Wu Zhiyuan was stunned when he heard this, he didn't plan to ask Sun Xiangu for help at all, let alone expect the other party to agree, so he stood up abruptly and asked in surprise, "You...... Do you want to help me? ”

"Hmm." Sun Xiangu nodded slowly, took a long breath, and said in a changed tone, "However, you have to promise me two conditions." ”

"But...... You only have ......" Wu Zhiyuan wanted to say that you only have a three-day lifespan, and then show me the way to return Dong Qian's yang, I am afraid that you will die violently, but this is not said, so he only said the beginning.

"It doesn't matter." Sun Xiangu waved her hand, she seemed to understand Wu Zhiyuan's intentions, and said calmly, "I have lost more than ten years of time, and three days is nothing." ”

Wu Zhiyuan felt as if he was reasoning when he heard this, but he really couldn't bear to let the lonely old man in front of him help him with his life, so he said resolutely: "Grandma, I will find another way to do this matter." What do you want for dinner, I'll take you to the restaurant? ”

Sun Xiangu showed a satisfied smile on her face, nodded and said: "There are countless Xuanmen in this world, and there are many people like forests, but I think that in the field of divination and physiognomy, there is no one in the world who can be higher than my Sun Xiangu." ”

"What, just now you begged me to help you, and now I'm begging you again?" Seeing Wu Zhiyuan hanging his head and being silent, Sun Xiangu asked in a deep voice.

"No, it's just ......" Wu Zhiyuan's face showed embarrassment, what he was embarrassed about was that Sun Xiangu's longevity was about to end, and he couldn't bear it.

Seeing Wu Zhiyuan's hesitation, Sun Xiangu's face sank, and she feigned anger and said, "Don't be verbose!" Listen, my first condition is that after I die, you will bury me in the ground, you don't need a grand funeral, just seal the coffin and bury it, and every New Year's Day, go to my grave to burn some paper money. ”

Wu Zhiyuan said "yes" softly when he heard this, and nodded at the same time, but he was helpless because of this old woman's stubbornness.

"The second condition ......" Sun Xiangu paused for a moment, swallowed and said, "The second condition is...... You call me a mother-in-law. ”

"This ...... You ...... with my master" Wu Zhiyuan showed a trace of hesitation on his face, he was thinking about what happened to the relationship between Sun Xiangu and Shigong, and at the same time thinking about whether it was appropriate to call it like this, and whether he would be blamed if he let Shigong know the truth.

"Embarrassed?" Sun Xiangu said with a gloomy face.

"Master." Wu Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, and finally shouted.

"Good, good, good apprentice." A smile suddenly bloomed on Sun Xiangu's face, she suddenly got up, stretched out her hand to touch Wu Zhiyuan's head, her face was full of happiness, and she said softly, "You don't have to be afraid, if your master asks, you just admit it truthfully, he won't blame you." ”

Wu Zhiyuan's mood at this time was very complicated, he could only nod when he heard the words, but he was always hesitant to hide this matter in his heart.

After a while, Sun Xiangu's mood gradually calmed down, she turned around and walked to the north direction, sat cross-legged in front of the coffin, she looked up at the wooden beam above her head, and instructed Wu Zhiyuan: "There is a red cloth bag on the east side of the beam above my head, you take it down for me." ”

Wu Zhiyuan said yes, walked to the east side of the beam, looked up and looked up, there was indeed a red cloth bag on it, the years have been long, the red envelope is covered with a thick layer of dust, but the color of the cloth bag can still be faintly seen, it is expected that Sun Xiangu put it on when she decided to wash her hands more than ten years ago.

The thatched house itself is not high, Wu Zhiyuan estimated that with his own vitality cultivation, a bounce should be able to reach the height of the beam, so Dantian mentioned, a vitality ran the whole body, he bent his knees and kicked the ground, jumped up, grabbed the beam with his left hand, reached out with his right hand and took the red cloth bag in his hand, and then jumped back to the ground.

Wu Zhiyuan gently patted the dust on it and put the red cloth bag in front of Sun Xiangu.

"Good boy! I can't see that you still know how to cultivate the inner door! Sun Xiangu was slightly surprised by Wu Zhiyuan's skills, she changed her words and reminded, "But you have to be careful, your master doesn't like disciples refining qi as soon as they get started, what he values is Taoism, those yellow talismans, peach wood swords and the like, so you must not let him know that you know the method of Yuan Qi cultivation." ”

Wu Zhiyuan nodded when he heard this.

Sun Xiangu took the red cloth bag in her hand and stroked it lightly a few times, as if she had seen an old friend she had not seen for a long time, and she said in a trembling voice: "Fifteen years, I never thought that I would be able to open this cloth bag again in this life." ”

Wu Zhiyuan understood Sun Xiangu's state of mind, but he just opened his mouth, not knowing how to comfort him.

Although Sun Xiangu did not speak quickly and acted slowly, but after she got the cloth bag, the temperament of the whole person suddenly changed greatly, just like a dying person returning to the light, I saw her quickly open the cloth bag, after the red cloth was opened, there was still a layer of straw paper wrapped in it, she unfolded the straw paper, Wu Zhiyuan saw a few tortoise shells, a few copper coins and a bamboo stick in the straw paper.

"The yin soul that has passed the first seven years has returned to the yang, and there is only one way to borrow the corpse to return the soul, however, there are two extremely harsh conditions for borrowing the corpse to return the soul, even if these two conditions are met, it may not be successful." Sun Xiangu said with a serious expression.

Wu Zhiyuan remembered that Zhang Zefang had mentioned it when he was in the Silkworm Immortal Temple, but whether it was really as he said, Wu Zhiyuan was not sure, so he asked: "Which two conditions?" ”

"First, it is necessary to find a person who is exactly the same as the time of birth of the person who returned to the yang, and the time of death of this person must not be more than three days from the time of the return of the yang, that is to say, as long as the conditions are met, the person who dies within three days can do so." Sun Xiangu explained lightly.

"What if there is no suitable candidate in three days?" Wu Zhiyuan asked.

"Then we can only wait, until such a person dies." Sun Xiangu replied.

Wu Zhiyuan immediately pinched a cold sweat when he heard this, Dong Qian can wait, let alone three days, it doesn't hurt to have three years, but Sun Xiangu only has three days of yang life, and as soon as Sun Xiangu dies, there is no hope for Dong Qian to return to Yang.

"If you're lucky, you can return the soul to a young man, and if you happen to meet an old woman like me, you can only blame yourself for your bad fate." A wry smile appeared on Sun Xiangu's face, which was obviously aimed at herself.

"What about the second condition?" Wu Zhiyuan secretly thought that the first condition was almost the same as what Zhang Zefang said, and the second one was basically not much different.

"The second condition is that I must calculate the right time for the resurrection, this time is extremely short, almost a blink of an eye, once I miss it, it will be wasted." Sun Xiangu let out a long breath and continued, "But don't worry about this, as long as I can find such a corpse, I will definitely get this time, and the rest is up to you." ”

"What am I going to do?" Wu Zhiyuan was shocked when he heard this, and asked.

"I'm not in a hurry to talk about this first, I'll see if there are any eligible dead people first." As she spoke, Sun Xiangu took out the utensils on the unfolded papyrus and put them on the ground.

"Bring me the oil lamp from the stove." Sun Xiangu raised her head and commanded Wu Zhiyuan, who hurriedly turned around and took the oil lamp and put it in front of her.

Sun Xiangu shuddered and took out a box of shriveled matches from her pocket, took out one and kept scratching it on the side of the matchbox. At this time, matches were still expensive, and Wu Zhiyuan was really surprised that Sun Xiangu could have such a thing on her body.

After a long time to light the match, Sun Xiangu lit the oil lamp with a match, and picked the wick with the unburned matchstick, and the flame of the oil lamp suddenly brightened a lot.

Wu Zhiyuan had already asked Dong Qian's time of birth, so he told Sun Xiangu, Sun Xiangu recited it silently a few times, and then reached out and took a piece of tortoise shell, which was about the size of a palm, and the surface was dark gray, and it could be seen that time had passed. I only heard her mouth silently chant a few incantations, and then put the inside of the tortoise shell on the flame of the oil lamp to roast, the tortoise shell saw the fire, the color instantly turned white, and at the same time made a "crackling" sound, Sun Xiangu tilted her ears sideways, as if listening to the "crackling" sound made by the tortoise shell. Many cracks also began to appear on the back of the tortoise shell, those cracks were blurry at first, but as the roasting time became longer and longer, the cracks became clearer and clearer.

What can a piece of tortoise shell burn? What other means does this Sun Xiangu have? Wu Zhiyuan looked at the copper coins and bamboo sticks on the ground, and there were some doubts in his heart.