Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 171 (Novel --- Environment) 8
Chapter 8: (8)

Hu Hanwen told Fu Yang the ins and outs of the matter, except Peng Xiaoyan's part was hidden.

Fu Yang has always been happy and angry, but after so many years of understanding, Hu Hanwen knows that seeing the shocking red marks on Fu Ziqing's body, the master feels distressed.

Fu Ziqing was in poor health since he was a child, and no matter how poor Fu Yang was, he had to let his son eat well and sleep softly. Hu Hanwen was glad that he didn't tell the whereabouts of the little ghost, and the master would not be relieved if he didn't let the little man's soul dissipate.

"I'm sorry master, I have no other way."

Taoism spells cover all directions and involve thousands of things, so Fu Yang's language is inevitably a bit old-fashioned, and Hu Hanwen learned from Fu Yang's side since he was a child, and when the two of them communicated, his language changed involuntarily.

Fu Yang shook his head to signal Hu Hanwen not to blame himself, and said in a low voice, "It should be because he can't hide from it, I have to thank you."

Hu Hanwen knew that Master didn't like to be long-winded, so he changed the subject, "Where have you been these days?"

"A few days ago, Fu Ziqing suddenly fell ill. He heard that there was a good cure for it by the riverside, so he ran there." Fu Yang clapped his hands on his knees, "I have something good for you." After finishing speaking, he walked to the master bedroom, Hu Hanwen I saw that the things in the bamboo basket on his back seemed to move a bit, and there was a faint light shining through the cotton and linen covering.

When he came, Fu Yang had a glass bottle in his hand, which seemed to be a paste-like object, and an ancient book. Because of the age, the font and pictures on the cover were a little mottled, and the word "雷" could be vaguely recognized.

"Do you know the imperial edict?"

Hu Hanwen immediately straightened his back as if he had been slapped with chicken blood, and he really felt refreshed, "The most powerful object in the yin and yang gossip is thunder. It is a mantra that can slay demons and subdue evil spirits, and kill thousands of ghosts."

Seeing that Fu Yang was about to hand the ancient book to him, Hu Hanwen was shocked, waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Master, my current ability is far from enough." Before I left, I did two divinations, one was about Laidan Village."

"What happened in the village?"

"Laodan Village has always been famous for having many children and many blessings. Many people even traveled long distances to take root here in order to have a full house of children and grandchildren. They wanted to have a happy life with their children, so many people moved here. It is ashamed to say that it is so I haven't found anything for many years." Fu Yang sighed, his face serious.

"Maybe some road has broken the Feng Shui of the village. Unfortunately, master, I don't know much about it."

Hu Hanwen added half a cup of bitter mustard tea to Fu Yang. The man took a sip, moistened his throat, and continued: "The sign of the first hexagram indicates that someone will restore Laodan Village to its former prosperity."

Hu Hanwen hurriedly asked: "Have you figured out who it is?"

Fu Yang smiled slightly, "You will know when the time comes."

"What about the second hexagram?"

"About myself."

Hu Hanwen was extremely surprised, "Master, didn't you say that people are not allowed to divination for themselves?"

Fu Yang took another sip of tea, and saw that the dark green mustard leaves at the bottom of the cup were spinning in circles, causing some ripples.

"Yes, but only once."

Looking from Hu Hanwen's side, he could only see Fu Yang's profile, with a straight nose, knife-cut temples, and firm outlines, his whole person looked majestic and unpredictable, and he slowly said: "From now on, I will no longer have the ability to pry into the destiny. "

"Then you."

Fu Yang stood up with a dignified body and a broad chest. Although he was laughing, his eyes were as calm as water.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

The two of them walked to the door, and it was raining outside at some point. When he looked up, he saw the drizzle falling slowly like silver threads. Hu Hanwen became inexplicably flustered. If the person who did the calculation was not himself, the master would not pass this book on to him. , but with my practice, when can I cast the spell to save Laidan Village?Could the divination be wrong?
Seeing Hu Hanwen's doubts and uncertainties, Fu Yang said, "Since your teacher's wife left, Fu Ziqing grew up in a medicine pot. I don't have the energy to cultivate, and I know my abilities well. And you" he patted He patted Hu Hanwen on the shoulder, "I've known since I was a child that you have Dao roots, and you are much stronger than me."

Fu Yang instructed again: "The power of the magic spell should not be underestimated. You must first learn to regulate your inner body, so that the yellow mud, yellow court, harmony, etc. can be used by you. Only on this basis can you change your shape."

Hu Hanwen nodded, holding the glass jar tightly on his chest, "I will definitely practice more frequently, and I will drink this blood-activating medicine with three meals a day, so I won't miss it."

"Well, the things around you are ill-intentioned, idea."

Against the backdrop of the dim street lamps, the drizzle casts a hazy gauze on the village.

In this misty and windy rain, stood a woman in white.

The brief separation was only a few hours, but the goodbye seemed like a world away.

(End of this chapter)