Chen Fusheng pointed to the left and right words on the hexagram flag: "Divination of good fortune and evil", "Ask God to ask immortals", and said to Jiang Youcai:

"When you encounter such a difficult thing, it is natural that you have to divinate and ask for hexagrams and calculate the good fortune and evil. Whether it is difficult or not, whether it is good or not, can be answered. ”

When Jiang Youcai heard this, he quickly nodded:

"Okay, okay, then please trouble the little fairy to divinate for me!"

Chen Fusheng had already made a decision and wanted to use the technique of "beckoning flags" in the divination and divination skills.

The mystical and subtle skills such as supporting the puppet, drawing lots, talismans, beckoning flags, tortoise shells, double pupils, and river charts are all the skills of divination and hexagram in the Daomen.

Among them, the technique of "beckoning flags" is most suitable for divination in a short period of time.

Immediately, Chen Fusheng took out a piece of yellow rune paper from his backpack, as well as a thin pen. asked Jiang Youcai's birthday eight characters, and wrote it on the yellow rune paper.

Then, he wrote down the predicament encountered by Jiang Youcai on paper.

Everything was ready, Chen Fusheng held the yellow rune paper, close to the talisman of the hexagram flag, silently recited the mantra of the banner in his heart, communicated the talisman with his mind, and carried out sacrifices.

Jiang Youcai's face was full of anxiety, and he stared closely at Chen Fusheng's actions.

However, for a moment, the yellow rune paper close to the hexagram flag talisman spontaneously combusted without wind.

In an instant, it was reduced to ashes and scattered.

At the same time, on the paper-like banner, the words "divination and auspiciousness" are slightly glowing. It is as if there is a blue and black color flowing, like mosquitoes and ants, like earthworms, it is strange.

Jiang Youcai swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and he didn't dare to come out with a slight tremble.

Chen Fusheng closed his eyes.

One finger is pressed on the banner and the other is pressed on the center of the eyebrows.

Moment!

A murmur full of tyranny, obscurity, and horror, with countless cries, insults, grievances, and miserable wails, lingered in Chen Fusheng's ears.

Immediately, scenes of blood, like tidal waves, floated and drummed in front of Chen Fusheng's closed eyes. There is a faint black chaos, hideous claws.

This is a bad omen!

Chen Fusheng remained silent, continued to close his eyes and concentrated, pursuing the hexagram flag's instructions.

In a trance, countless noises and chaos gradually began to converge.

In the end, they gathered into a "belly pocket"-like appearance.

The belly pocket is vermilion, the style is normal, and there is nothing special.

But on this belly pocket, there is a very vague and terrible face. It was as if there was an ugly face that looked like a man and a beast, struggling in his belly pocket, venting his resentment.

In a moment, all illusions ceased and vanished.

Chen Fusheng opened his eyes.

But he stared at Jiang Youcai.

Jiang Youcai looked at Chen Fusheng tremblingly, and felt that the little Taoist priest in front of him was full of righteousness, and in his seemingly half-blind eyes, there was an extremely powerful light, which seemed to pierce people's hearts, making people even more frightened.

"Little ...... Little Fairy...... You're ......."

Jiang Youcai didn't know how to deal with it, and was asking in a panic.

Suddenly!

His face changed drastically, and his throat seemed to be stuck with a mouthful of thick phlegm, hissing only for breath, but not for breath. In an instant, his face was purple and swollen, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Jiang Youcai's forehead was suddenly drenched in sweat, and the black lines like earthworms unfolded fiercely between his eyebrows and eyes. The whole face seemed to be swollen and began to swell horribly.

It only took a moment for this timid middle-aged man to die.

Laugh at~~

Chen Fusheng has already shot with a sword.

The blade of the sword is dark, colorless and lightless, and the volley is fixed in the heart of Jiang Youcai's eyebrows.

At this moment, on the blade, there is already a trace of blood.

The blood is like a thunder pattern, and Xuan He wanders away, like a dragon.

Chen Fusheng held the hexagram flag in one hand and the iron sword in the other, as steady as a pine mountain, his tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and he shouted:

"Recruit the good and the bad, don't be conclusive!"

"The charm of the ghost, the end of the retreat!"

In the voice, the four words "ask God and ask the immortals" on the hexagram banner are slightly bright. Immediately, on the banner pole talisman, it was also shining.

In an instant, Jiang Youcai's eyebrows, which the tip of the iron sword pointed, seemed to have ripples.

At the same time, Jiang Youcai's purple-black and swollen face gradually faded. The previous weirdness and horror have all dissipated and ceased to exist.

"Ouch......"

"It hurts......"

Jiang Youcai seemed to wake up from a dream, holding his forehead with both hands and wailing. But then, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, he was stirred, and the whole person returned to calm.

Seeing this, Chen Fusheng put his sword back into its sheath and slowly exhaled a long breath.

Banners are not only divination, but also attract backlash.

After all, it is to calculate the auspicious omen of the other party in the dark, how can there be a reason not to pay the price? Therefore, it is also a matter of time for Jiang Youcai to be hurt by the bad omen.

Orthodox and regular Dao practitioners will launch means to suppress it when the evil omen is backlashing.

The deeper the calculation, the more ferocious the backlash, and the stronger the means of suppression.

Otherwise, it will harm others and oneself, and the gains outweigh the losses.

The hexagram flag in Chen Fusheng's hand is the most precious relic of the old Taoist priest. Whether it is a flag, a cloth, or a talisman on the flag, they are all fine products of the righteous path.

Moreover, Chen Fusheng thinks that the iron sword in his hand is also extraordinary.

That's why I have the decision to dare to suppress the backlash.

Of course, Chen Fusheng's orthodox methods and orthodox mantras that he practiced and practiced since he was a child are also indispensable help.

"Little Fairy...... I...... What happened to me before?" Jiang Youcai asked in a trembling voice, wiping the cold sweat on his cheeks, and the palpitations were hard to dissipate.

Naturally, he didn't understand the danger of this flag, and if he knew that a bad fate would be devoured and killed, he would definitely collapse.

Chen Fusheng's face was calm and he smiled:

"When evil turns into good signs, you can be liberated. ”

Jiang Youcai was immediately surprised, quickly bowed his head and bowed, and said in a trembling voice:

"Thank you, little fairy! Thank you, little fairy...... My family is finally saved!"

Chen Fusheng helped Jiang Youcai:

"No need to thank you, this matter is not yet resolved, let's go to your house first. ”

Jiang Youcai nodded again and again.

......

......

Pingkang Lane, about a few miles away from Yanlong Lane, is one of the old streets and alleys with the largest number of local residents.

Jiang Youcai's house is at the end of Pingkang Lane.

It is a place close to a barren field, surrounded by vegetable gardens, clash of dead forests, mounds of graves, and dilapidated caves.

Although this place is called Pingkang Lane, in Baoqi Town, it is a place where poor people live. Although there are many residents, the geographical environment is not as good as other streets and alleys.

But fortunately, there is land and self-sufficiency, and food and clothing are not a problem.

Jiang Youcai and several neighbors are all old kiln workers, with government subsidies, and their lives are quite passable.

Chen Fusheng returned home with Jiang Youcai.

Standing outside the house, I took a look at the surrounding geography.

"I walked all the way from the archway of the town gate, passing through a lot of streets and alleys. In those central areas, the rich squires gather in a good place, and the environment seems to be better. But in terms of perception, the countryside here seems more normal......"

Chen Fusheng patrolled the entire environment with a half-blind hazy eye, feeling that the sky was clear and the atmosphere was flat. Compared to the eerie atmosphere of the town, this place is more peaceful.

Well?

Chen Fusheng looked far away, and could see the side of the barren mountain shriveled in clouds and mist, and there was a faint temple building.

But it's too far away, and it's covered by fog, so it's not really visible.

Jiang Youcai was anxious to get rid of the evil omen in the family, and kept nagging and begging Chen Fusheng to enter the house quickly.

Chen Fusheng glanced back at the faint temple in the distance, put the matter aside for the time being, and entered the house with Jiang Youcai.

Jiang Youcai only has one son, and another apprentice husband and wife, both of whom live in the same compound. Three tiled houses, plus a firewood house, were well organized.

In the courtyard of the house, the decoction is boiling, rich and tangy, and the white smoke is overflowing.

After entering the house, it is inevitable to have a polite greeting.

Chen Fusheng didn't say much, went straight to the point, and went to the ward of the new daughter-in-law of the Jiang family, accompanied by Jiang Youcai and his son.

Before entering the door, Chen Fusheng first asked a hexagram. Buckle the middle finger with the thumb, the index finger forward, and the tail finger backward, silently "asking the front dust".

After a while, he got a hexagram "hidden water and fire".

This hexagram is a little more subtle, flat and steep, and it is not nothing.

Chen Fusheng remained silent, calmed his mind, carried a sword on his back, and stepped into the ward.

The inside of the ward is dark.

Gray walls, red-painted windows, withered yellow window paper, a few pieces of furniture in a dull color.

The air smelled unpleasantly musty, as well as the smell of medicine and the foul smell of the mattress.

An ordinary large bed, resting in the inner room, covered with a thick mosquito net.

Through the mosquito net, it can be seen that the daughter-in-law of the Jiang family is lying on the bed.

At this moment, the nameless woman's thin clothes could not cover her stomach at all, and her belly was high and bulging, almost as terrifying as if it was about to burst.

A tooth-aching moan continued to echo inside and outside the bed. It's like crying, it's like a sad complaint, it's creepy.

The father and son of the Jiang family trembled slightly at the door, not daring to enter.

Chen Fusheng tried to condense his eyesight and looked around the entire room.

Really!

A vermilion, a little old, ordinary people's belly pocket, inconspicuously resting on the clothes pole on the inside of the bed.