"The difficulty of the Six Bases Technique is here. As long as there is one paper figure at the wrong time, these twelve paper figures will be wasted. The papermaker said with a serious face.

This thing just sounds stressful, but in this situation, I don't have a choice.

According to the papermaker, he finishes making a paper figure every two hours, and during this time, I can't communicate with him, so I can only draw the heavenly stem to the maximum to make sure that there are no errors.

Fortunately, the area of this farmhouse is large enough, and I roughly estimated that it would look like a hundred and ten square meters.

I silently took the words of the papermaker to heart, and asked solemnly, "Is there anything else taboo?" ”

"Don't let outsiders see you." The paper-binding man said slowly, "I'm afraid I'll scare them." ”

Well? It's not like I've never seen the craft of a papermaker, so it doesn't seem to be scary.

Forget it, whatever he says, I'll do it.

Then, I found Yu Lan again, arranged them in their respective rooms, and relayed the words of the papermaker. Especially the beggar, I repeated it several times, and I was afraid that he would not be able to hold back because of curiosity.

In the afternoon, I took the blackened wooden strips and used the boxy courtyard as a drawing, from east to west, and then drew a circle from south to north that almost filled the courtyard.

The so-called sexagenary chart was first used to record and keep time, and people's lives were calculated through the sexagenary branches.

Many fortune tellers on the street will ask about their birthdays before starting a hexagram, but in fact, this question is about the sexagenary branch.

And this is also the essence of Taoist thought - nothing comes into being, there is one life, and everything is in one life.

I will first divide eight positions of equal length according to the four directions of southeast, south, and northwest, and divide sixteen directions according to the directions of "due east" and "east".

Then draw the sixteen corresponding directions, draw the ten heavenly stem positions such as A, B, C, and D, and draw the twelve earth branches such as the twelve sons, Chou, Yin, and Mao, all of which are drawn in the corresponding positions.

It took a busy afternoon to finish drawing this strange picture of the heavenly stem.

I leaned on my slightly aching waist and looked intently, and the heavenly stem diagram looked more like a giant pizza.

As night approached, I checked back and forth, and when I was sure it was safe, I put everything in the yard with the papermaker.

At this time, I looked at the yellow sheet paper on the ground and asked suspiciously, "Didn't you use white paper before?" ”

"White paper is a man, yellow paper is a soul." While sorting out the yellow paper, the papermaker responded: "Your stand-in is also made of yellow paper." ”

When I think about that stand-in, I can't help but feel nervous. To this day, I still feel afraid, the original substitute has the ability to think independently, if it weren't for Yu Lan as a bait, I'm afraid I really can't catch him.

And now, will the paper-binding craftsman make such a monster again?

After hesitating again and again, I couldn't help it anymore and expressed the doubts in my heart.

The papermaker fiddled with the bamboo strip and suddenly stopped, and after a few seconds of planting, the papermaker slowly raised his head: "Don't worry, it won't." That stand-in eats grains before it becomes uncontrollable. ”

Seeing the look on the face of the papermaker, I knew that I had said the wrong thing. That stand-in is both his hard work and his regret.

I leaned over a little embarrassed, smoothed the bamboo strips with the paper-binding maker, and soaked them in tung oil.

The papermaker didn't say a word, and I kept my mouth shut.

The bamboo strips are soaked in tung oil, and the viscous tung oil falls down the bamboo strips. There was a dull dripping sound, which was very noticeable in the silence of the night.

The paper-binding worker hung each bamboo strip on the shelf with great concentration, making no sound except for the slight grinding of the soles of his feet and the gravel.

The mechanical work was repeated for a long time, until each bamboo strip was coated with uniform tung oil.

"What time is it?" The paper-binding worker suddenly asked.

I looked at my watch: "Eleven o'clock." ”

The papermaker nodded and pointed behind me: "Bring the paper." ”

The moment I handed the paper to the papermaker, the papermaker did not hesitate to stuff the yellow paper into the bucket with tung oil.

Immediately afterwards, a bundle of rope that the paper-binding man took out of his pocket was blown by a gentle breeze, and a fishy smell rushed straight into my nostrils.

"W-What is this?" I asked curiously.