The light of the morning sun is still so soft, pouring over Zhuxian Town.
It was just getting dark when Ye Chen got up, carried his table and chairs, and went to the street.
In front of the restaurant, Mr. Yang Ge was already waiting.
Seeing Ye Chen's arrival, he hurriedly greeted him with a smile on his face and was very attentive. He helped Ye Chen set up tables and chairs. He was obviously a senior, but he looked like a junior at first glance.
Passers-by were even more confused when they saw it, and became more and more curious about Ye Chen.
After everything was settled, Ye Chen sat down, still yawning and looking very tired.
"My little friend, help me calculate my fortune and misfortune." Mr. Yang Ge also sat down and waited all night, a little impatient. He had not slept all night, and he seemed to be more energetic than Ye Chen.
"Your destiny is very stable." Ye Chen smiled.
"No more?" Mr. Yang Ge said in shock.
"Besides, it's a secret and must not be leaked."
"Uh..." Mr. Yang Ge smiled dryly, with the corners of his mouth straightened. He had been waiting all night for just such a sentence. Why did he feel so at a loss? This was also thanks to Ye Chen. If it were any other fortune teller, he would have set things off a long time ago. However, he couldn't mess with this noble man in front of him.
"I want to ask you something!" Ye Chen asked with a smile.
"My little friend, you can tell me whatever you want. Tell me everything you know."
"Have any strange things happened in our Zhuxian Town, or anything strange?" Ye Chen looked at Mr. Yang Ge with a smile, his eyes were deep, so as not to be fooled by this guy.
"There are so many strange things." Mr. Yang Ge rolled up his sleeves.
"A few days ago, the Sun family gave birth to a baby with three eyes. Do you think it's strange?"
"That woman from the Yang family always sleepwalks in the middle of the night."
"The fruit tree at the east end of the town has not bloomed for fifty or sixty years."
Mr. Yang Ge is a chatterer, talking endlessly without being thirsty. He really knows everything about Zhuxian Town, and there is nothing he doesn't know.
Ye Chen's lips twitched when he heard this. Is this guy a martial arts master? Is he a reclusive senior among mortals? Why is your mouth so broken? At first glance, she looks like the eighth wife, the kind who is very gossipy.
"Besides, Wang Yuan's youngest son looks nothing like him." Mr. Yang Ge was still talking, chattering endlessly, spittle flying all over the sky, and showing no intention of stopping.
"If you continue to deal with these useless things, I will scold you." Ye Chen glanced at him.
Yang Ge Lao coughed and smiled, "Then let's talk about the strange places."
As he spoke, he pointed to one side and said, "Fifty miles east of the town, there is an old tomb. It's so evil. A few years ago, a few tomb robbers went in, but no one came out. Later, a dozen martial arts masters joined forces. I went inside to look for treasures, but no one came out. Everyone in Zhuxian Town knows about this, and there are even rumors that the people buried in the old graves have turned into zombies."
"Who is buried in the old grave?"
"I don't know, when I came to Zhuxian Town, it already existed, at least for hundreds of years!" Elder Yang Ge said slowly, "It is a restricted area, and few people mention it on weekdays."
Ye Chen was silent, his fingers in his sleeves were pinching, secretly deducing the old grave.
After calculating, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and muttered to himself, "It shouldn't be!"
"Little friend?" Mr. Yang Ge waved his hand.
Ye Chen put his thoughts away and looked at Mr. Yang Ge, "Can you help me find a few items?"
"You're being polite, little friend, but it doesn't matter." Mr. Yang Ge smiled immediately.
"A piece of peach wood, the older the better; yellow paper and cinnabar for drawing charms; baby boy's urine; white glutinous rice and black dog blood; plus a bronze mirror." Ye Chen spoke leisurely.
Opposite me, Yang Gelao subconsciously scratched his head.
Although he is different from yin and yang, the functions of these objects are clear. They are all tools to ward off evil spirits. I am a bit confused. Why does Ye Chen want these? Is it possible that he wants to catch ghosts
"Is it difficult?" Ye Chen smiled.
"Of course not." Mr. Yang Ge smiled, resisted the urge to ask, then stood up and ran towards Zhuxian Town. Since Ye Chen wanted it, he couldn't be careless.
After Mr. Yang Ge left, Ye Chen turned his head slightly and looked in the direction of the old grave.
Obviously, he wanted to go to the old tomb to have a look. It was not out of curiosity. It was the old tomb, which was very strange. As for the object he asked Yang Ge Lao to find, it was used to ward off evil spirits. Now that his whole body was sealed, he was no different from a mortal. Lian Wulin A master could beat him, so he was afraid of the dirty things in the grave. Moreover, he was sure that the person buried in the grave would be transformed into a corpse, so he had to be fully prepared.
"Grandpa, can you help me do the math?"
When Ye Chen was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a childish voice, which was also slightly milky.
Ye Chen looked back and saw a child of fifteen or six years old standing in front of the table. He was dressed in tatters and had a sallow complexion. He might have been hungry all the time and even suffered from malnutrition. Standing there, he was only a little higher than the table. But his eyes were very clear and without any impurities.
"Baby, where are your parents?" Ye Chen smiled gently.
"I heard from grandpa that he traveled far away in his early years." The child said immaturely, burying his little head. "I want grandpa to figure out when my parents will come back and whether they want me anymore."
As he said that, the child handed over a dry and hard steamed bun, holding it with his two small hands, looking at Ye Chen hopefully, "My family has no money, can I use this steamed bun to make up for it?"
"Yes, of course I can." Ye Chen smiled and took the steamed bun.
Immediately, he performed the deduction.
After doing this calculation, he couldn't help but frown. He figured out that the child's parents had passed away long ago. The so-called journey was a road to hell, but the child was still waiting hard.
"Grandpa, you've got it right." The child's big eyes flashed.
Ye Chen smiled and said, "Your parents will be home soon."
The child's eyes lit up, he was very happy, and he jumped away.
Why!
Looking at the child's back, Ye Chen sighed. He really couldn't bear to tell the bad news. The child's fate was so similar to his own back then. He had no father, no mother, and no food to eat.
Life, this is all life.
"Little friend, it's the item you want." Mr. Yang Ge came back, carrying a sack on his shoulder. He was very efficient. In less than a quarter of an hour, he found everything Ye Chen needed.
"Thank you." Ye Chen took it.
"It takes a little effort." Mr. Yang Ge wiped his sweat and smiled happily.
In his opinion, being able to help Ye Chen run errands and do things was actually a great honor.
"Old man, do you recognize that kid?" Ye Chen pointed to the street and focused on the child. The little kid was standing in front of a bun shop, swallowing hard.
Yang Ge Lao glanced at it, nodded slightly, and sighed.
"You have no children. If you can, take him in!"
"this... ..."
"This is a good fate. His zodiac sign is fire, which is good for you." Ye Chen said with a smile.
"Since my little friend said it, it's not bad." Mr. Yang Ge laughed and sent the waiter from the restaurant to bring the child back. He believed Ye Chen unconditionally. Besides, he was not short of money and could raise another child. , there is no burden. Buddhists say that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If no one takes the child in, he will starve to death. This time, he can be regarded as doing a good deed.
"Good people are rewarded." Ye Chen smiled and began to pack his clothes.
"Why, are you closing the stall now?" Mr. Yang Ge looked shocked.
"Get ready, go take a look at the old grave." Ye Chen replied casually.
As soon as he heard this, the corner of Yang Ge's mouth twitched and his heart twitched. It was a very dangerous place. I don't know how many people died. People were afraid to avoid it. But this one was lucky enough to rush forward. At this moment, he I also understood why Ye Chen wanted something to ward off evil spirits.
"Would you like to go take a look together?" Ye Chen smiled at Mr. Yang Ge.
"I... I won't go!" Old Yang Ge said with a smile, "That old grave is very vicious."
"How about a martial arts master? Are you so brave?"
"My little friend, if you are an old man who talks too much, you'd better not make yourself uncomfortable."
"Don't underestimate me." Ye Chen carried the table, a chair in one hand, and a sack in the other, and headed straight to the small garden. Words came back, "If you want to go, I will show you the world."
As soon as the words fell, Ye Chen had disappeared into the crowd.
Behind him, Mr. Yang Ge crossed his hands, not knowing what he was thinking. He felt more and more weird that Ye Chen was knowledgeable in pharmacology, divination, and able to ward off evil spirits. This kind of strange person always had a weird temperament.
After looking over there for the last time, he turned and returned to the restaurant.
The child who was brought back had been taken to take a hot bath and put on clean clothes. At this moment, he was eating big cakes in the kitchen. The little kid was starving and devoured it.
Here, Ye Chen has arrived at the small garden.
Then, all the evil-proof objects were taken out.
Ye Chen took the dagger, whittled the peach wood into a peach wood sword, and added a touch of black dog blood, followed by the yellow talisman. He dipped his pen in cinnabar, and drew a series of talismans like flowing clouds and flowing water. These yellow talismans were dirty The nemesis of dirty things has little effect on monks.
Next, there is the child's urine, absolutely genuine, just the smell, a little bit of that.
He was cautious, he didn't dare to be sloppy, and he couldn't be sloppy. Martial arts masters had fallen into it, which showed how ferocious the old tomb was. He, a mortal, would lose his life if he wasn't careful. The majestic ancient holy body, the unparalleled god of war, if It's nonsense to fold it in a grave.
Originally, he didn't have to go, but the problem was that there were things he was familiar with in that old grave.
He calculated this. As for what it is, he can't figure it out yet. It's not that his Zhoutian evolution is not mysterious enough, but that he has become a mortal, and many laws have become his boundaries.
He didn't stop until nightfall.
The items to deal with evil spirits have been prepared, and we are waiting to explore the cave tomorrow.
The night is quiet and quiet. Occasionally, you can hear the bleating of drunkards from the direction of the street. There are also one or two restless masters, swaying with wine and singing a big show.
Ye Chen sat under the old tree again and stared at the stars.
He was homesick, he was really homesick, especially when he recalled the child who came to him for fortune telling today, he felt even more homesick. His little Ye Fan had lost his mother since he was a child, and he was taken out to practice. The little guy's childhood , must be very lonely, he can imagine the scene: late at night, little Ye Fan clings to the window, eagerly looking forward to the return of his parents.
When he talked about his mother, he looked dazed.
He was ashamed of Xiao Ye Fan, and he was also ashamed of Ji Ningshuang. Only when they were separated from each other did he realize how painful the past was. The so-called forgetfulness of the world was deceiving himself and others from the beginning to the end.
"Ji Ningshuang, I miss you." Ye Chen had tears in his eyes and his voice was hoarse. Reading, a better reading experience comes from Aiwang.