Destiny’s Catalogue

————Continue to ask for tickets early. I usually write the chapter that needs to be updated during the day the next day the night before, and write the chapter at night when I go to work and take a break at noon.

Shi Xuan came to Mang Mountain to seek immortality and Taoism, and Mang Mountain is famous for its tombs. In short, it is the place where Yin and Qi converge. Therefore, considering the characteristics of ghosts, Shi Xuan went out today. It was in the evening, when the sunset was about to set, and they happened to reach the foot of Mount Mang with Chu Wan'er.

During the day, Shi Xuan had already made two Qianyuan Huanji soups and prepared the corresponding medicinal bath. Chu Wan'er wrinkled a tight little face, took a sip, and suddenly smiled. As the master said, this medicine is not bitter, and it also has a slightly sweet taste. Compared with the previous ones, It's so much better.

However, the two exercises in the morning and evening caused Chu Wan'er to complain frequently. Fortunately, the majesty of Master Shi Xuan was still a bit, and the little girl was still obediently completing her practice.

"Master, why are there so many tombs on this mountain?" Standing at the foot of Mang Mountain, Chu Wan'er asked Shi Xuan curiously, looking at the tomb hidden among trees and walls on the mountain.

"Hehe, this is a famous tomb mountain, Wan'er, what you see is still a small part. Those rich and powerful people are buried at the intersection of mountains and beautiful terrain. You can't see it under the mountain." Shi Xuan He opened his eyes and pointed to a few places where Yin Qi converged.

The mountains of Mangshan are beautiful, with green trees covering the loess. Although it is not high, it gathers the atmosphere of the earth from all directions and has its own flavor of vicissitudes.

Chu Waner murmured, "Then what is called a famous tomb mountain?"

"It's the place where everyone wants to bury after death. I feel that if you bury it here, your loved ones will cross over as much as possible. Of course, the teacher did not learn the technique of finding dragons and acupuncture points, so it is not clear, but we cultivators are far better off relying on these Rely on yourself, rely on your true self.” Shi Xuan explained, and at the same time, it must be established in Chu Wan'er's heart that the cultivator mainly relies on himself, and other foreign objects and feng shui are only temporary assistance and cannot be used as a screen.

Chu Wan'er nodded her head seemingly understandable, and then chirped and asked other questions, until it was completely dark, she stopped her mouth in fear, and leaned tightly on Shi Xuan.

"It's time to go up the mountain!" Shi Xuan finished speaking, casting a spell to open Chu Wan'er's eyes.

"Master, Master, what kind of magic have you performed on Wan'er? Wan'er seems to see qi coming out over there." After Chu Wan'er opened his eyes, he naturally saw the image of Yin Qi gathering on Mount Mang. , Immediately asked curiously.

Shi Xuan took Chu Wan'er and walked up the mountain. The goal was those places where the Yin Qi gathered. At the same time, he told Chu Wan'er: "That is to open your eyes to Wan'er so that you can see the ghost, hehe , Don't be afraid."

"Wan'er is not afraid." Chu Waner quietly moved closer to Shi Xuan as he said, "Can Wan'er see ghosts with heads, ghosts without bodies, ghosts with tongues out... "Thinking of this, curiosity overwhelmed fear, and the master was guarding him again, and Chu Wan'er was determined in her heart, and she was not afraid at all!

After passing several corners along the mountain road, scattered tombs have begun to appear in front of them. Because the terrain here is not very good, those buried here are not considered rich and expensive, so the tombs are very ordinary and cannot be called a mausoleum.

"Hey, master, master, do you see what that is, is it a ghost?" Chu Wan'er pointed to the faint shadows behind several graves nearby and said nervously.

"Yes." Shi Xuan took Chu Wan'er and walked over, intending to let her know first, so as not to wait for a hundred years of evil spirits, Chu Wan'er was so scared that she needed to hold her.

This faint, transparent ghost was a woman in her twenties. The place where she was buried was very new, not even a tomb. It was just digging a hole and burying it, and naturally there was no sacrifice. This is not the place where the Yin Qi converges. This ghost that has been dead for nearly half a month has basically no memory, just waiting to completely disperse between the heaven and the earth.

Chu Wan'er looked at the ghost with fear and curiosity. The ghost didn't pay attention at all. It just walked around the place where her body was buried and kept chanting: "Child, child...". The look on her face was indeed confused and dull.

"Master, she doesn't have feet, she is still floating!" Wan'er is too short, and there are not many places she can pay attention to. She reported the discovery to Shi Xuan with some pride.

"En, en, en." Shi Xuan nodded perfunctorily, "So, Wan'er, look, this ghost is not scary, is it not scary?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Chu Waner nodded perfunctorily, while getting shorter and shorter. At the end, she squatted and watched, but unfortunately there were no major discoveries.

Satisfied Chu Wan'er's curiosity and overcame her fear, Shi Xuan took her to the first destination again, passing through several small woods, crossing several small streams, and went there without incident. When we arrived at the first place where Yin Qi converged, there was no evil spirit on the road, which disappointed Chu Wan'er!

This place where the Yin Qi converges is a big mountain col. There are about four or five mausoleum gardens, all of majestic style. Far away, in the back of the respective tombs, long-term sacrifices have formed Yin houses. There are courtyards, gardens, and even villas. Snow-white lanterns are lit at the door, and paper servants are standing. After all, it is impossible for real servants to be buried here in the ancestral grave.

Shi Xuan led Chu Wan'er to one of the big courtyard-like yin houses. The little girl didn’t realize that it was a yin house at first, but thought it was a normal house. After Shi Xuan explained it clearly to her, she suddenly realized that what a normal house is. Some people who made the paper man stand at the door were very annoyed and felt that their intelligence was insulted.

Walking to the door, Wan'er kicked the paper man bitterly. Who knows that this thing looks like a piece of paper, but after burning it during the worship, it transforms into a soul body. Wan'er kicked it through, empty. , Almost flashed Xiaoman's waist, if it weren't for Shi Xuan's eyes eagerly, he would have sat on the ground on the spot.

The paper servant asked rigidly: "Where are the guests?"

Shi Xuan grabbed Chu Wan'er, who was not convinced, and replied politely: "Pan Dao wants to visit your master."

The paper servant didn’t reply, and slowly, he mechanically pushed open the gate of the Yin House and walked in. After a while, when Chu Wan’er was waiting impatiently, one of them held Snow White. The old man with the lantern floated out, behind him were two middle-aged men and women with gorgeous clothes, a young man and two beautiful girls, and finally a beautiful young woman hugging a three or four-year-old boy.

"The old man's house hasn't been visited for decades. I don't know why he came from?" The old man with a long white beard asked politely. After all, the Taoist priest who can see the Yin House and find him is definitely not a waiting person.

Seeing the host’s politeness, Shi Xuan replied with the same politeness: "Pan Dao wants to search for the authentic Taoist school, and leads the little ones through here, thinking that Mang Mountain is where the Yin Qi converges. There should be a Taoist door here, so go up the mountain. Looking for it, it's a pity that I am not familiar with the place of life, so I took the liberty to ask the respected mansion." Chu Wan'er stood beside Shi Xuan sensibly at this time, looking like a good boy.

The old man stroked his white beard, and sighed, "It's better to come in for a cup of tea. There are no authentic gates on this Mang Mountain. There are only three or four small gates here. The old man and other ghosts who have never seen the world look down on it. They, not to mention figures like the Taoist leader."

"Respect is not as good as hurry, poor Dao's surname is Shi, Ming Xuan, this is the little apprentice Chu Wan'er." Shi Xuan also wanted to find out more, but it was rude to stand at the door to ask questions, so he agreed to the old man's invitation. .

"Lord Shi Dao, please, the old surname Han, the famous scholar Jin, the word Chongwen, this is the old young son Wenyu, this is the youngest son and daughter-in-law Li, this is Wenyu's eldest son Shouzheng, Shouzheng's wife Wei Shi, this is Wenyu's eldest daughter Yazhu, Young girl Jingzhu, this is the youngest son of Shouzheng, with a single name, Jingzi, hey, the second son of the old and deceased encountered the epidemic in Nanzhou, unexpectedly, hey, unexpectedly..." The old man Han Shijin walked in with Shi Xuan, whispering. Introduce his family.

The delicate and lovely Chu Waner was unanimously loved by Webster, Han Yazhu, and Han Jingzhu. He surrounded her and teased her, making Chu Waner depressed. She is not a child. The fear of ghosts was forgotten to the horizon.

"Han Weng, your mansion turned out to be the home of high-ranking officials and eunuchs. No wonder there is such a magnificent tomb." Shi Xuan saw that Han Wenyu was a Nanzhou governor and complimented him by the way. At the same time, Chu Waner sat next to him. And Han Yazhu and Han Jingzhu floated out of the hall.

Han Shijin touched the white beard, smiled and did not speak, but his expression was quite triumphant. His second son, Han Wenyu, took the words: "Shi Daochang does not know something, and my father is the official who shot on the left servant of Shang Shu." It turned out this old man Han, Turned out to be the prime minister of the same era.

Seeing Shi Xuan expressing surprise, Han Wenyu continued: "This col is where my Han family's ancestors' grave is located. The other shady houses that Shi Daochang saw are the other houses of our Han family."

At this time, Webster, Han Yazhu, and Han Jingzhu floated out carrying the tea tray, and respectfully put the tea on the tea tray on the table of Shi Xuan, as well as a few rare fruits.

Han Shijin explained to Shi Xuan, "Dao Shi doesn't know something. There are only paper servant girls in this mansion. They are slow and blunt. If you don't neglect you, the old will let their juniors do this." Perhaps it is indeed that the Han family has been very enthusiastic since no guests have come for a long time.

"Where, where, this is Han Weng's hospitality, and I am flattered." Shi Xuan was still very satisfied with this courtesy. Of course, he had not forgotten about secretly checking the tea and fruits with magic methods. After the inspection, she signaled to Chu Wan'er that the alarm was lifted, and Chu Wan'er immediately picked up the longan fruit that had been coveted for a long time and ate it.

"In this yin house, apart from the blood food of cows, sheep, pigs, etc., which are served at the monthly house sacrifice, there are only these offerings. Do not be surprised by the leader of the stone. Those blood foods have been left for a long time. Living people may get sick if they eat it.” Han Shijin explained, seeing Shi Xuan sincerely expressing satisfaction, and introducing tea: “This is the snow bud tea brought back from northern Liaoning, and the cold spring after the yin house is just right. Mr. Shi, please taste it."