Houtian (medium)

Because the successive saints and sect masters, after leaving office, they all have to go to the forbidden land of Liuxian Mountain to practice. It's like a retreat. But there has never been a saint and a sect leader who has ever come out of the forbidden land, but the saints and sect masters of later generations did not feel fear but had a sense of belonging. Because in front of the forbidden land, it is the supreme honor to have the right to enter the forbidden land.

When I stepped on the first step of the Sect Master's Palace, I felt that there was a different aura around me, my body was wrapped in a steady stream of aura, I was full of physical strength and my eyes and ears were bright, my mind seemed to be extraordinarily clear, and there was a world of difference in one step, maybe this was just a psychological effect, but this feeling was very good. The main hall of the sect leader, which used to be on the mountainside, looked at the corner of the half-tile and felt magnificent, but now when he stepped forward, he could feel its majestic and magnificent. The eaves teeth are pecked high, and on the ridge and the eaves teeth, there are many stone spirit beasts carved in stone, all of which are lifelike and have thousands of postures. The main entrance of the main hall was emitting green smoke, and when I entered the main hall, I found that it was a curling cigarette coming from the incense burner, with a bitter smell of medicinal herbs.

In the main hall, in addition to the strange and strange murals on the walls, and the pieces of grass futons wrapped in yellow linen cloth on the stone floor. There is nothing else in the rest of the place. This makes me wonder very much: From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, wherever there are believers, the five gods of the Wushen Sect are worshipped, but why is it that when I go to the most important main hall of Liuxian Mountain, there are neither incense and candles, nor are there any five gods of the Wushen Sect? This question will eventually be called a question, because none of the believers at that time could explain this problem, not even my mother.

We were taught by many disciples, but each of them taught only one lesson. Students only need to study with two of them. One of them must be a literary art, and the other you can choose medicine, divination, the art of war, farming, musical instruments, etc. And a child born to a saint like me must learn divination, because we have to go back to our hometown to inherit my father's official position.

What attracted me at first was not the knowledge there, but the colorful murals on the walls. If I wasn't careful, I would be pulled out of the dreary explanations of the churchgoers and look at this mural, which only told a story, a story that I could not understand. Knowing that I went to Bingzhou and saw the crater, I understood the meaning of one of the murals. But I can't read the paintings other than them, and I don't have much of an impression of them.

Studying was really boring, and I wasn't a genius. Students studying agriculture can go out every day to play in the fields and vegetable fields behind the mountains, students studying the art of war can play in the square in front of the main hall every day with bamboo swords and sticks, and those studying medicine can ...... Only those who learn divination must stay in the main hall, listening to a gray-haired old man scribbling a book there, dressed in a gray robe, with a rickety back. Now that I think about it, his status in Liuxian Mountain should be very high, because he always wears a gray robe. The color of the Liuxian Mountain can distinguish the level of position and qualification, like us schoolchildren can only wear snow-colored linen plain clothes, ordinary believers wear light blue, and the saint wears Molan, the closer the color of the clothes is to black, then the more it represents the dignity and nobility of that person's status.

Because the five gods of the Witch God Cult are dressed in black to save the West Cow world. So black is also sacred. The robes of the kings of the six kingdoms are all black and inky.

The buzzing sound doesn't have the slightest charm. I'd rather go to see the murals or see the old man's face. The old man's white eyebrows were longer than his own beard, and he couldn't open his eyes, and at first I thought it was because the eyebrows were too dense. Once, when he came to me, I threw the books in my hand on the ground, and I pretended to pick up the books, lying on the ground and looking up, hoping to get a glimpse of his true face of Lushan, but I was very disappointed, I could only see a black slit, and I really couldn't see how big my eyes were. Maybe the old man didn't have eyes in the first place. The black seam was drawn with a brush dipped in ink.

For the next five years, it became my greatest pleasure to see if the old man had eyes. The divination techniques he taught were not very interesting and not very easy to understand, but they were very smart.

Once he wanted to demonstrate divination in front of us, in order to test the effectiveness of divination as soon as possible, he asked us to hide the purple clay pot he often used to drink water anywhere in the palace of the Wushen Sect, and use his own turtle shell and copper coins to divinate the location of the teapot.

Of course we were elated, and in order to prevent the old man from cheating, we discussed sending more talkers to look at the old man, and less people to hide the teapot. After a while, the boys who hid the teapot ran back with a wicked smile on their faces.

Let's ask the old man to do a quick divination and see if it works.

The old man put the copper coin into the tortoiseshell, picked up the tortoiseshell and shook it in all directions, like a gambler trying his luck. Something is still muttering in his mouth. Then he stopped, and poured the copper coins in the tortoise shell, in fact, a total of eight copper coins, into the gossip compass. Stroked his beard very proudly, thinking that the hexagram was too easy to see, the copper coin was two against six positives, falling on the three directions of Kun, Dui, and Kan, the old man, the smug expression suddenly came to a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree flip, so angry that his eyebrows stood up, his beard was thorny, and a large number of people of his age chased after the children who hid the teapot, and they were all over the school. For a moment, there was a whining and sobbing sound in the main hall. It turned out that the boys who hid the teapot actually hid the old man's teapot in the toilet used by Izugong, and I also laughed in my heart, but at that time I also knew the magic of divination, and began to devote myself to divination.

The art of divination is nothing more than people, things, times, and events. Be proficient in yin and yang, contact the eight directions, and combine fortune to divinate the results.

After three years, I feel like I've made a difference, but the more I can calculate, the more I can't. Everything is in fate, only when you specifically calculate, you will calculate, when you calculate, you know that you are powerless to change. It's like that meteorite that fell from the sky. Even if my father could calculate that there would be a catastrophe in Bingzhou, what would it do? Now Bingzhou is also plagued by diseases, and it has become a cursed place, and no one can save it, even the gods that the people of Xiniu Hezhou think are, the five gods.

When I was ten years old, I went down to Liuxian Mountain, and some of my classmates returned to Huwan, some returned to Guhuai, and some ...... No matter how happy we are together, it can't change our fate of becoming enemies, because I'm a Yiyun person, and you're not.

I was taken back to the palace by Emperor Yiyun, and that's when I learned that I had a sister who was two years older than me, and she was now a princess. and a man named Father. My mother used to tell me about them a lot, but when I saw them, it was as if I had only known them for the first time.

For a long time, I couldn't get the syllables of Daddy in my throat. But my father didn't blame me, because his experience was similar to mine.

I live in a place called Wangxing Pavilion, next to the Imperial City, I often climb to the top of the pavilion, others think I am looking at the stars in the sky, in fact, I want to see my sister who lives in the palace, maybe she looks very similar to my mother, but I don't remember much about my mother's appearance. I only have four relatives in this world, but none of them are with me.

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