"Contact, how to contact?" Ding Li was a little puzzled. He had thought about this kind of thing for a long time, and the first thing he did when he returned from the family of Midnight Bell was to call home.

However, the news from home made Ding Li quite disappointed, saying that his master was no longer looking at the edge of the park, and suddenly disappeared without a trace one day.

"Since you are an immortal, of course you have to use the method of inviting immortals!" Uncle Jiu said: "Although I have checked and checked, in the classics of various Taoist sects, I have not found that in the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a Shenxiao sect leader named Wen Chongxiao, and I have not found that Wang Wenqing and Lin Lingsu have such a junior disciple. However, the records of our Daomen are incomplete, and there are many hidden and high true names that have not been handed down. But now that we have a name and a name, we can invite the immortals to descend!"

"How do you please?" Ding Li asked.

"Of course, it's the method of helping the basket!" said Uncle Jiu.

"Fuji?" Ding Li was not familiar with this kind of thing, and his impression seemed to be using a large dustpan with sand or rice or something like that. Then ask God to come down and write all sorts of things on it.

Speaking of which, it is almost the same as the fairy pen fairy and these things. Ding Li was suspicious: "Uncle Nine, can this kind of thing really invite immortals? I think I'm afraid that I can only invite some ghosts!"

Just a few decades ago, the imperial court was corrupt and incompetent, on the eve of the Anglo-French attack on Canton. Ye Mingchen, the governor of Liangguang at that time, did not prepare for battle, and only "helped" in the yamen every day.

They refused to resist when they were in battle, and even if they ordered enemy ships to enter, they were not allowed to fire back fire. After the fall of Canton, he was captured and sent to Calcutta, India, where he died in captivity.

But it is not much different from the famous Song Qinzong in the Northern Song Dynasty, when the Jin soldiers attacked the city, he actually believed that Guo Jing could invite the Liujia Heavenly Soldiers!

Ding Li had heard of this thing, and he always felt that this method of helping the basket was a little unreliable, so he asked with some skepticism at this time.

Ninth Uncle Zhengse said: "Don't underestimate this spell, if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I will not be able to invite a true immortal, but since you are a disciple of that Wentian Master, you should definitely be able to invite him!"

"Besides, Lu Zu Youyun: Oh, the son also knows the way of the sand, and the essence is so divine that the husband is the one who looks for the sand, imitating the divination of "Yi". Confucius asked and said, and his order was also the same, there is no distance and depth, so he knows and seeks things. It is not the best in the world, and its ability to be related to this' is the same as the Tao. This is obviously the communication god of Zhou Yi's lineage, and the righteous law of my Taoism on behalf of the gods!"

"Then let's try it?" Ding Li had no choice but to say.

Since Uncle Nine has said so much, he naturally believes in this kind of thing, and he also has various tools prepared.

But it is quite simple, with a square wooden plate in the middle, which is filled with fine sand, and a shelf shaped like a T-shaped is placed on it, and an awl is hung at its end, which is called a pen. When the gods descended, they relied on this pen to draw words in the sand table.

Ding Li leaned on the wooden frame and listened to Uncle Jiu shouting: "The method of helping the basket, if you want to be psychic, you must know the method of spiritual response." If the heart is not right, it is not enough to feel things, and if the intention is not sincere, it is not enough to understand the mind. God is here, and things should be there, so although thousands of miles, they can be driven between breaths. ”

took a deep breath, and in a few breaths, Ding Li dispelled all kinds of distracting thoughts to the back of his mind.

According to the mantra, be sincere and right-minded, think and do nothing, do not distract from blame, and then be able to pass the blame. Keep meditating, and ask Master to descend.

I heard Uncle Nine start to read out the words of inviting immortals on the side, and he listened to two sentences at first. Then he entered a trance of concentration, and suddenly there was a crackle in front of him, and the pen in his hand, which was not aware at all, moved, and began to write and draw on the sand table.

After a long time, Ding Li came to his senses, looked at the various things painted on the sand table, and exclaimed in surprise: "This is what I wrote?"

Uncle Nine said with a serious face: "Naturally, you wrote it!"

Ding Li was a little dumbfounded, what he originally drew when he was holding the basket may be some pictures that no one understands, or messy symbols, and someone has to explain it.

And now the sand table in front of him is written in simplified Chinese characters, neatly written: "Disciple Lao Tzu, there is no waste!"

Damn, Ding Li is really a little dumbfounded, can you do this? I have never seen such an irresponsible master, he didn't teach anything, and he let himself go?

Uncle Nine also understood, and suddenly smiled bitterly. I had to smile bitterly: "It seems that Ah Li, your master seems to have a lot of confidence in you, everything depends on you!"

But I don't have any confidence in myself?" Ding thought to himself, and showed Uncle Nine a smile that was more ugly than crying.

I can't get guidance from Uncle Jiu, and I don't care about my unscrupulous master. made Ding Li cry and laugh, but this seems to be the style of his unscrupulous master, which also shows that his master thinks that he will be able to solve this matter!

Just out of Mr. Zombie's world, Ding Li felt that he had nowhere to go for a while. When such a big thing happened, the police had already notified the school, although the matter had nothing to do with me, but when I went back to school at this time, I don't know how many boring guys would ask questions.

When he was carrying two guns to enter Mr. Zombie's world, he got on the bus and wandered around for a long time.

At this moment, he appeared in the place of a shopping mall, and fortunately, there was no danger and no trouble. The more crowded the place, the easier it is to hide. This is still the experience I learned from watching a lot of police movies, or spy movies.

He had just walked to the faucet, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a woman in white in the mirror, looking at him with black eyes.

Ding Li has seen a lot now, and with a bad mood, he won't be surprised. He pointed a finger into the mirror.

Uncle him, what's wrong with being a bully? Ding Xingfu scolded out his voice.

The strange woman in the mirror turned into Li Chuyan's appearance, smiled coldly and weirdly, and disappeared without a trace!

At this time, Ding Li's phone rang, and such a quiet place rang suddenly, which really startled Ding Li. He picked up the phone, and it was Wang Yue's golden tyrant who was displayed on the screen. But when he picked it up, it was Wang Muan's voice.

"Hey, Ding Li, are you okay? Okay, I can't see that you don't look amazing, and you still ...... be so righteous."

"There's something to say, there's a fart!" Ding Li lazily picked up the phone and walked out.