Shi Ji waited quietly until the rustling laughter died away, and the crisp children's voice sounded again:

"Are you here to learn incantations?" asked the temple spirit.

"Yes. Shi Ji replied.

"Hmm...... Hmm......" The temple spirit thought for a while and said, "Okay then!"

When the words fell, the big face outlined by the simple pen disappeared, and Shi Ji's spirit was highly concentrated.

"Rustling ......"

Come here at his feet.

"Let's go!"

Cheerful children's voices came from underground.

Shi Ji stood in place and did not move, her feet ploughed out a deep trajectory on the thick loess, she did not move, it was the earth that moved, her whole person was like a fixed hanging pen, the earth was like a sand table, the hanging pen did not move, the sand table moved back and forth, left and right, and the earth wrote an article.

"Ground!"

This is the earth to take the initiative to write, but also she writes with the earth, just like an adult holding a child's hand to teach a child to write, a word is the handwriting of two people, both adults and children write.

What is more special at this time is that it is the child holding the adult who is writing, and Shi Ji is the adult who writes passively.

The same article is the same book.

A deep voice came from the depths of the earth: "Earth!"

Shi Ji read along: "Earth." ”

The book is written, the recitation is mantra, and the mantra is one.

The earth in front of her changed, for a while, a horse and a flat river, for a while, the mountains and mountains, for a while, the ravines were vertical and horizontal, for a while, the hills were undulating, for a while, the ice and snow, for a while, the desert was boundless......

The surface forms she had seen walked before her eyes like a marquee.

One of the places is all-encompassing.

Ishiji Mingwu.

I don't know when, the great text of the earth written with her twisted into a smiling face.

The smiling face of the stick figure keeps changing its expression all the time, the face will be elongated, the face will be flattened, the eyebrows will be curved, and the next will be straightened, and it is very good at changing the face.

"Please continue to teach the temple spirits!"

"Hmm...... Well...... Oh well!"

"Rustling ......"

Shi Ji galloped, or the earth moved fast, if Shi Ji pointed to the sand on the earth, she naturally knew the trajectory of her own book.

"Kun!"

The terrain of Kun Kun.

"Kun!"

Virtue is loaded, Qiankun is relative, Qiankun is female, and it is a woman's great text, and its meaning is no less than the ground.

......

"Please continue!"

"Hmm...... Well...... Alright!"

The earth rises high, and a big text: "Mountain!"

"Mountains. ”

"Please continue!"

“...... Alright!"

The earth sank, and a big text: "Gully!"

"Gully. ”

"Please continue. ”

“...... Alright!"

The earth runs, a big text: "Plain!"

"Original. ”

"Go on!"

“...... Oh!"

"Poe!"

"Poe. ”

......

"Buried!"

"Tomb!"

"Tsui!"

"Grave!"

"Field!"

"Altar!"

"Fill!"

"Dirt!"

"Address!"

"Domain!"

"Realm!"

"Kan!"

......

"Yi. ”

"Please continue!"

The smiling face is still the same, but it is a smirk.

"Please continue!"

Shi Ji asked again.

"Rustling ......"

It's a giggle.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I didn't laugh!"

The straight line of the mouth indicates that she is not smiling.

"Okay, you didn't laugh, and asked the temple spirit to continue teaching. ”

"It's gone!"

Children's voices are crisp.

"Nothing?"

"Hmm. ”

"Rustling ......"

Giggle.

"Where's Zu Wuwen?"

"Rustling ......"

Still giggling.

Shi Ji was silent for a while, she walked all over the eleventh hall, and it was the first time she had encountered this kind of temple spirit, she didn't say anything about being passive and slacking off, she didn't say anything if she didn't move, and she pretended to be stupid and ready to do something perfunctory at this time.

"Tell me, how can I pass on my ancestral witch script?" Shi Ji asked in a deep voice.

The big round face of the stick figure became shriveled and wrinkled, and became a bun.

Ai Ai said, "People ...... Person...... Family...... Forget...... Forgot!"

"Forgot?!"

Shiji was blown up and scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

The face of the stick pen becomes lighter and lighter, and it slips away.

"Where are you going?"

"People...... Person...... They're going to sleep, they're going to get them back?"

"Get it back?" Ishiji raised an eyebrow.

"Well, people lost it when they dreamed, and if they slept again, they would get it back!" Tong Yin said confidently.

"Really?" Ishiji was skeptical.

"Hmm. ”

"How long?"

"Huh?"

"I asked you how long it would take you to get some sleep. Shi Ji asked patiently.

"Hmm...... Well...... Uh-huh...... "Tong Yin hmmed for a long time and drew a horizontal line on the ground again:

"Sand ......" article.

"Sand ......" two.

"Sand ......" three.

"Sand ......"

After drawing a lot of lines, the temple spirit couldn't count them, and directly mumbled: "It depends on when you wake me up." ”

Shi Ji was speechless, this is a guy who no one calls, and can sleep until the sky is wasted.

"Shall I call you in a moment?"

"People haven't fallen asleep yet!"

"Tomorrow?"

"People aren't asleep yet!"

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"People haven't dreamed yet!"

"How long are you going to take?"

"People...... Person...... People don't know!"

"Huh?" Ishiji laughed angrily.

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