Mr. Lu smiled and said, "You eight, but you are unpredictable prophets. ”

The little old man smiled. said: "It's not an unpredictable prophet. We guessed that the magistrate of Liucheng was reluctant, so we just prepared early. ”

Mr. Lu said: "Since this is the case, there should be news soon, right?" ”

The little old man said, "Before the time of the child, there will be a reward." Then he said to us, "Would you like to have a drink?" ”

Mr. Lu said, "You haven't told me about my master's news. ”

The little old man made a gesture: "Talk while drinking." ”

Mr. Lu nodded and led us to follow behind the little old man. We were mixed with ghosts and walked slowly towards the outskirts of Liucheng.

Ten minutes later, we arrived at a mass grave in the middle of nowhere. It's May, but the night breeze still feels cool and swishing in this kind of place.

I looked up at the moon in the sky, and it was miserable white, and the earth was miserable and white.

Not far away I saw a fire burning in the middle of several desolate graves. Wait until we get over. I saw that the third sister was lighting a fire over there.

The little old man looked at Xue Qian. said: "I heard that Brother Xue likes to drink around the campfire. I didn't catch up last time, and I've always felt sorry for it, but today we made special preparations. ”

Xue Qian laughed dryly and said, "I used to want to drink with you, but since I heard that you are ghosts, I don't have this mind." ”

Hachiki smiled, and sat down around the campfire.

Xue Qian said to the little old man: "I heard that fox fairies and ghosts make fires and drink at night. And passers-by sat down and drank with them, and waited until daybreak. The demons dispersed. The passer-by suddenly realized that the wine he drank last night was actually water from a stinky ditch, and the food he ate was dirty things like frogs and lizards. You wouldn't be like this today, would you? ”

The little old man laughed and said, "Little brother really likes to joke. Although we are ghosts, we were also human beings. It can't be after a man dies. I don't like to drink, I like to drink stinky water, right? I don't like to eat chickens and ducks, but I like to eat frogs and lizards, right? If that's the case, don't serve wine and fat chickens when your brother goes to the grave. Wouldn't it be better to just get some dirty water? ”

The little old man seriously analyzed it and made us all laugh.

The third sister pointed at me and said with a smile: "Brother Zhao once drank our wine. Say it tastes good. ”

When I heard her say this, I nodded and said, "Very good, indeed." ”

The little old man took out the wine, poured it for us, and said, "This is my own wine, and I can't buy it outside." ”

After pouring the wine, he said, "We eight brothers and sisters have no culture, but we like to listen to stories the most. However, I will not listen to the story today, but will tell the story today. ”

He pointed at Mr. Lu and said, "Tell me the story of the respected teacher." ”

Mr. Lu said: "I am listening. ”

The little old man took a sip of wine, and then he spoke eloquently, and as he spoke, sometimes he would stop and think for a while. And the third sister and a few people added a few words on the side, and after we listened, instead of solving our doubts, we became more confused.

It turned out that the eight ghosts of Liucheng and the Taoist priests had a gamble that day. If you are confused, you will lose.

The eight of them are self-appointed heroes, so naturally they will not do such a breach of trust. So he cleaned up and left Liucheng, planning to explore the rivers and lakes as before.

When he was on the road, the fourth child sighed, saying that he used to be adrift on the rivers and lakes, and he was forced to be helpless. It's a day to be able to live. Wait for the day when the anger on the body is skyrocketing. attracted people from the underworld, or masters in the Daomen, and it was over. But now that I have such a good place as Liucheng, I can slowly resolve the anger on my body, but my ass is not hot yet, so I have to give it to others. At this time, if you go to the rivers and lakes again, your heart will be full of taste.

The third sister also said: "Otherwise, let's discuss with the Taoist chief and beg him to let him out." ”

As soon as this mention was proposed, it was denied by everyone. Because the eight ghosts really can't come up with anything more valuable, it's useless to discuss.

But the third sister's words made everyone think about it and began to discuss, otherwise they would like it. See what this Taoist chief likes. or seduction or seduction, let him fall on the way. Although this method is not above board, it is nothing if one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

The eight ghosts discussed it for a while, and suddenly found out. They didn't know anything about the Dao Master. He was not the Taoist who was injured by them, and it was not he who came out to fight. Why did it end up in his hands?

The more the eight ghosts thought about it, the more strange they became, so they ran back to Liucheng overnight, wanting to see it clearly.

When they arrived at Liucheng, it was late at night, and the eight ghosts were lying in ambush and probing inside.

They found an oil lamp lit inside. There were two Taoist priests sitting in it talking. Apparently the rest of the Taoist priests have already left.

They saw Mr. Lu's master sitting on a futon with a solemn face. And Zhang Baxian sat on top of another futon, his face painful. Between them was a white porcelain cup. Inside the cup were a few copper coins.

There seemed to be blood stains on the copper coin, and the stained white porcelain cup was also stained with blood.

Zhang Banxian was sweating profusely, and his lips were a little pale. He said, "Senior brother, I really can't hold on. ”

The Taoist priest opposite him said, "Senior brother, you can't give up, we have to know what will happen." Otherwise, this big storm will harm children and grandchildren. We don't want our lives, but what about the inheritance of the Daomen? ”

The words of the inheritance of the Dao Sect made Zhang Banxian's body shake. As if he had been stimulated, he said, "Senior brother, then I'll do the math." ”

Then he squeezed his middle finger hard.

The little old man could see it clearly, there was a lot of blood on Zhang Banxian's middle finger, it seemed that he had squeezed it many times.

Zhang Banxian dripped blood on the copper coin. Then he weakly put his hand on it.

The old man whispered to the little old man: "He is telling fortunes." ”

The little old man said, "Can't I see this?" Of course I knew he was telling fortunes. ”

Lao Ba hurriedly shook his head and said, "I didn't mean that. He is not a marriage, not an official fortune. It's fate. ”

The little old man's eyes widened suddenly, and he asked, "Whose life are they calculating?" ”

The eighth shook his head and said, "I don't know whose life they are counting." However, dripping blood on copper coins must be calculating a person's fate. ”

The two of them were talking in a very low voice, and the two of them, all their attention was on the white porcelain cup. Zhang Banxian shook the white porcelain cup weakly. He was slow, and the cup seemed to fall at any moment.

Mr. Lu's master sat across from him, looking at the white porcelain cup with a nervous expression. He seemed to be worried that the porcelain cup would break, but he didn't plan to help Zhang Banxian shake it.

Zhang Banxian shook while his other hand was constantly counting. After a while, he placed the porcelain cup heavily on top of the futon and removed his hand. Baidu sister-in-law|Empty house

He looked inside the porcelain cup, and then said something weakly.

Mr. Lui's master then used a small wooden stick to write a number on the ground. Zhang Banxian continued to shake again.

The little old man asked the eighth: "What did he calculate?" ”

Lao Ba shook his head and said, "His hexagram is not finished yet." And that's only part of the story. He was speculating on a big event, and he seemed to be trying to restore the details of the matter bit by bit. It's crazy. No matter how strong a person's skills are, his spirit is limited after all, and it is impossible to calculate the detailed process of a thing so finely. Is he dying? ”

They lay outside and waited a little longer. Zhang Baxian shook the porcelain cup eight more times. And his body gradually crumbled, as if he couldn't sit still.

He weakly said to his senior brother, "I don't have any strength. The porcelain cups can't be lifted. ”

Senior Brother looked at him with pity and said, "Senior brother, you can take a rest and eat something to replenish your body." In this matter, if we can do a little more, we will have a better chance of winning, and we must not give up. ”