"This house is a bit quirky." I said warily.

Liu Jing nodded as if she didn't understand. Just as I hesitated to go in, the room slowly opened. The cold hairs on my back stood up, the adrenaline hormones skyrocketed, and I made a defensive posture.

Then, an old woman slowly walked out of the house.

If you look closely, there is no yin qi on your body, just an ordinary person. Dressed in the clothes of an ancient old man, on crutches, he limped towards us.

Seeing that she didn't seem to be in any danger, we let our guard down.

"Lord Lezheng, you are here, I have been waiting for you here for a long time?" As she spoke, she looked delighted.

I glanced at Liu Jing, thinking that she knew the identity of this old man, but she just shook her head.

"You are?" After all, I'm not Le Zheng Shangbin, so I don't know anything about this old woman.

"Hehe, Lord Lezheng, you are joking, you are older and confused than me, when you passed by here, you once stayed at the old woman's house for one night, and said that when you are done with one thing, you will come to help the old woman's old house improve the feng shui and perform the art of public opinion." As she spoke, she waved her hand and smiled, as if she thought I was joking.

The art of Kanyu, that is, the art of Xiangdi, commonly known as Feng Shui, is a mystic art with a long history in the Han nation. It belongs to the topography, environment, structure, and sitting orientation of the Yang Mansion (the house of the living) and the Yin House (the tomb of the dead) to measure the good fortune and the culprit. Kanyushu is a general term for the leylines, mountain shapes, water currents, and sitting directions of a homestead or cemetery. Artists believe that regardless of the yang house and the yin house, the quality of feng shui is related to the good fortune and evil of the living. The earliest surviving document in which the word "feng shui" appears is the "Book of Burial" written by Guo Pu of the old Jin Dynasty: "The cloud of the Sutra: 'Qi is dispersed when it rides by the wind, and the boundary water stops.'" 'The ancients gathered to make it not disperse, and the line made it stop, so it was called 'feng shui'. In the method of feng shui, the water is the first, and the Tibetan wind is secondary. Later generations of sorcerers also served as the synonym of "Kanyu", referring to the method of the house and the tomb.

I can't imagine that this person named Le Zheng Shangbin is proficient in everything.

"I didn't expect that a thousand years have passed, and your appearance has not changed at all, and I am just older." As she spoke, she laughed at herself.

"Old man, you are laughing, seeing that you are still so energetic, you will definitely live a long life." For some reason, I hit this old woman at first sight, felt how close she was, and said good things about her. As for her mistaking me for Le Zheng Shangbin, I didn't expose it, so I acquiesced.

"Lord Lezheng, I can't imagine that I haven't seen you for a long time, and my mouth can speak, no wonder there is such a girl like a flower." As she spoke, she glanced at Liu Jing, who was a puppet in my province.

Liu Jing has always been so bland, and there is always no big undulating facial expression. I bowed my head in embarrassment and smiled. If it's my wife, that's fine.

"Lord Lezheng, today is here to fulfill the appointment of the day, come, come in and sit. Don't stand outside, it's windy. So saying, he took us into her house.

Her house is the thatched hut of the people in ancient times, which is very simple. But extremely clean. Although I was in a hurry, there was an uncomfortable feeling as soon as I entered the door, and the unknown aura that came to my face made people feel very panicked.

"Do you think it's weird here?" Liu Jing behind me leaned close to my ear and whispered.

I don't know if it's a mental effect, but I feel that as soon as I come to this inner world, my spiritual power seems to be thicker, and all my senses become more sensitive, so that weird aura also makes me uncomfortable.

Without answering Liu Jing, I walked in slowly, looking around at the scenery inside.

Overall, the décor is very simple, on the left side of the house is the stove, and on the stove there are some pots and pans.

In the middle of the room was a table and a few chairs. I guess it's a restaurant, and on the right side, there's a bed.

The inside of the putter is on the other side of some clutter. It's like a twig, a piece of wood. It's not much, but it's enough. It looks very simple.

I went, I thought it was very good, I couldn't find any place that affected Feng Shui.

I don't know what the guy named Shangbin was going to deal with back then, and he didn't help the feng shui of the old man's house before leaving......

"Do you want to learn the art of bewitching?"

At that moment, a voice came out of nowhere.

Who's talking and who's talking!

Turned around to look at Liu Jing, and the old man. They were still doing their thing, and they didn't seem to hear it.

Is this voice only audible to me?

"That's right, only you can hear it, and I only exist in your heart." Then he uttered that gentle voice again.

"Who are you?" I asked

"When you close your eyes and gather your spirit in your heart, you can see me."

As he said, my eyes closed and my heart slowly calmed down.

After a while, I could only hear the beating of my heart, which I couldn't even perceive from the outside world. It's like being cut off from the world......

At some point, I suddenly realized that I was just standing in the dark.

"I'll go, what kind of place is this, why is it so dark" The loneliness suddenly overflowed the whole body.

"It's your true inner world, it's just that you've never been in and explored." The voice slowly rose again.

"Big brother, why don't you show me the way? I didn't even know how to go. I shouted with my hands on my mouth, echoes lingering in the endless darkness.

As I spoke, two torches lit up in front of my eyes. Then, the torches in front of him are lit at the corresponding distance. illuminates this promenade.

Kindness? The oil lamp was not lit just now. I never imagined that there would be such pomp and circumstance to greet me in my lifetime.

I walked slowly forward, occasionally observing the walls on either side.

There are many ancient images carved on it, and the pictures will move slowly, as if a movie is hanging on both sides of the wall.

It tells about the life of an exorcist, and finally the chaos is prosperous.

When I saw the last picture, I paused for a moment, only to see the exorcist walk to a river, and pause for a moment, his eyes full of infinite sentimentality, not knowing what he was thinking. Then he jumped into the river.

I'm so familiar with this river, and this is the Houzhi River.

Why do such people who have won the name before and after their deaths leap into the river with such eyes? Such a sad and bleak ending makes people feel full of sympathy and helplessness.

At this moment, a light suddenly lit up on the side. Despite the faint light, it is very eye-catching.

Is it going there? I turned around and walked towards the light.

As I walked, the light became brighter and brighter, and I couldn't help but run.

Walking to the door, a ray of sunlight shone on me, probably just after being in the dark environment for too long, I felt that the light was dazzling, so I blocked my eyes with my hands, through the gap between my fingertips, I saw the scene in front of me unconsciously felt stunned.

This is like an isolated peach blossom source, with beautiful mountains and rivers. It's just that this scene of beautiful mountains and rivers is not somewhere else, it is also the Houzhi River.

I'm going, is it crossing. I finally walked so many ways, how did I come back again.

And beside the Houzhi River, there is an ancient lyre, and there is a young man sitting in front of the piano, who is really caressing the piano at the moment, seeing that he is so serious, and I am embarrassed to go up and disturb him.

He ignored me and started playing a song.

This song is very familiar, it is one of the top ten ancient Chinese songs, "Mountains and Flowing Water" written by the pre-Qin qin master Boya.

During his playing, his expression was extremely sad, and the song also had a sad tone. I slowly walked forward a few steps, and I could appreciate it clearly.

This young man has long flowing hair, slender fingers, and is wearing a Song costume, which looks extremely elegant.

Just as I was intoxicated, the song was played before I knew it.

"Were you talking to me just now?" I stepped forward and asked suspiciously.

He turned to look at me, stared at me for half a minute, and then nodded to me: "It's really down." ”

And I, too, were stunned for a moment.

I didn't think this person was so similar to me. It's just that the eyes are even more profound, and at first glance, he is a person with a story.

"Why do you look so much like me?" I couldn't help but wonder.

"Is it curious that the world is so big that there are no surprises?" With that, he stood up and stood beside me.

"Did you say you wanted to teach me the art of Kanyu?" I was curious, listening to his voice, it was indeed the timbre of the mysterious voice just now.

"No," he replied slowly, succinctly.

I'll go, did the ancient people like to talk like this?

"I'm going to teach you the art of public opinion." Without stopping, he spoke slowly.

"Oh? Impart? How to teach? I asked, confused.

"You don't care about this for now? I want to ask you, are you really willing to become an onmyoji? Instead, he asked me.

I was stunned. Although I have made up my mind many times to become an onmyoji, I feel that I have encountered many trials and tribulations without reaching this threshold.

If you really become an onmyoji, it will definitely be even more difficult later.

Seeing that I was silent, he didn't embarrass me, but walked into me: "Don't rush to make a decision now, because I already know your answer, this is powerful, and it is our meeting gift." With that, he put his hand over the top of my head and stroked it back and forth a few times.

"I hope you like it."

After suddenly feeling dizzy for a while, I didn't feel any difference as usual.

"Who the hell are you?" A stranger is playing the piano and stroking his head, which is too inexplicable.

"Me?" He looked at me with a slight smile.

"Isn't that who you are?" I'll go, how to have a virtue with Liu Jing.

"I am the shadow of Le Zheng Shangbin, that is, the doppelganger of your previous life."

Le Zheng Shangbin? Is he Le Zheng Shangbin?