Not only Bai Yan is curious about Gang's affairs, I also want to know, what happened just now
After Song Feihang walked in, Bai Yan asked directly: "Tell me about the bet you had with Ye Xun just now?"
Song Feihang said sincerely: "Mr. Ye is not only an authentic Taoist disciple, but also holds the secrets of Taoism that are not passed down. If I guess correctly, his sect should have originated from Guiguzi."
As soon as the three words "Guiguzi" came out, not only Bai Yan's room became dead silent, but even I looked at Ye Xun with eyes full of shock.
Gui Guzi's name has been praised by the world for more than two thousand years. Military strategists respect Gui Guzi as a saint, political strategists respect Gui Guzi as their ancestor, fortune tellers and fortune tellers respect Gui Guzi as their ancestor, strategists respect Gui Guzi as their sage, famous masters respect Gui Guzi as their master, and Taoists respect him as their ancestor. Guiguzi is the ancestor of Wang Chan.
There are more than one great sages in China who are honored as ancestors and saints, but there is only one person who is honored in the six meridians at the same time, Gui Guzi.
Although Guiguzi lived in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, no one knows the year of his birth and death. Some people even say that Guiguzi is still alive today, and his name can be called a human myth.
Will Ye Xun be a direct descendant of Guiguzi
Bai Yan said in a deep voice: "Song Feihang, you have to think carefully before speaking. In the world, you can't just say anything and guess about anything."
Song Feihang said swornly: "I am definitely not making random guesses. If it is confirmed that Mr. Ye is the descendant of Guiguzi, I will have to call him my ancestor when I meet him. This kind of thing is not a joke."
The longer a sect or industry is, the more emphasis is placed on seniority. The fortune-telling business is one of the oldest professions in China. Disciples of a fortune-telling business must behave as juniors when meeting direct descendants of their ancestors.
When I turned to look at Ye Xun, the latter shook his head slightly at me, meaning: He is not the descendant of Guiguzi.
Song Feihang said again: "Mr. Ye's technique of slapping the copper plate is called: holding the sky with one hand. Except for Guiguzi's lineage, no one knows how to use it, and no one dares to use it."
"Mr. Ye pressed the copper plate with his palm, disrupting the fate of the destiny. I tried to rush in several times, but I couldn't stop the chaos. Except for the descendants of Guigu, I can't think of anyone else who can do this."
At that time, although I was confused, I also knew that Song Feihang meant that he could not shake Ye Xun's hand holding the copper plate. Even if he vibrated the copper coins later, he still couldn't do it.
Later, someone told me that it was a competition between fortune tellers to tell each other's fortunes. The method of fighting may seem simple, but in fact it requires a very high level of cultivation. If you cannot integrate offense and defense before taking action, you will definitely lose.
Attack refers to accurately calculating the opponent's fate within one hexagram.
Defense means disrupting the fate around you so that your opponent cannot calculate.
Ye Xun's move of holding down the copper coin was messing with Song Feihang's calculation. He couldn't calculate Ye Xun's fate in the chaotic world, which meant he lost half of it first.
However, Ye Xun calculated his fate at exactly this moment.
Bai Yan obviously understood what Song Feihang meant: "Are you unable to calculate Ye Xun's fate, or are you unable to believe what you calculated?"
Song Feihang smiled bitterly and said: "We agreed to calculate death and not life. It means to calculate the date and method of death of the other party. As a result, I calculated that Mr. Ye died five years ago. How is this possible?"
"Huh?" Bai Yan asked in a deep voice: "After you Zhenfei the copper coins, it should be regarded as the second hexagram. Do you still have the same result?"
Song Feihang said with a hint of embarrassment in his voice: "The second time, I'm embarrassed to say that I actually figured out that Mr. Ye died once five years ago and came back to life. I think Mr. Ye was deliberately playing tricks on me!"
Juefa finally couldn't help it anymore: "According to you, Ye Xun can not only interfere with your calculations, but also allow you to calculate the destiny he has arranged?"
"Yes!" Sein Feihang said: "That is also the secret of the Guigu lineage. If I still had doubts at the beginning, after Mr. Ye used the Heaven-Changing Art, I no longer doubted that he was a ghost. Gu Chuanren."
Bai Yan was silent for a moment before saying: "So, Ye Xun calculated that you will die on the lamp at midnight tonight. It must be accurate, right?"
Song Feihang took a deep breath and said, "Just now, I also made three predictions myself, and the results were all around midnight. I can't figure out the rest."
Bai Yan said slowly: "As far as I know, fortune tellers also have ways to solve the disaster. Can you save yourself?"
Song Feihang was silent for a moment and then said: "I can't figure out how to avoid the disaster. I guess Mr. Ye should have such ability, but..."
Seinfeld changed his tune mid-sentence: "Forget it, just leave it to fate! It's better if you can escape, but it's my fault if you can't escape."
I know there is a saying in the fortune-telling industry: disasters can be calculated but cannot be avoided.
It means that calamity is a matter of destiny, destiny and God's will. Helping people avoid calamity is going against heaven and will offend God. If the employer avoids the disaster, the fortune teller will be punished. Unless it is a close relative, no one will tell the owner how to avoid the disaster.
It is for this reason that Song Feihang did not plan to come to Ye Xun to seek help, but prepared to avoid disaster on his own.
Bai Yan was silent for a moment and then said: "Before midnight tonight, you just sit in this room and don't go anywhere. The four of us are watching you. Whether you can escape the disaster depends on God's will!"
Not only was there no surprise, Song Feihang said extremely calmly: "I know I am doomed. However, I must repay Commander Bai for his kindness. Before midnight, I will make calculations about what will happen recently. I hope that after I die, The suicide note left behind can be helpful to Commander Bai."
"Please!" After Bai Yan sent Song Feihang away, Juefacai said, "Is this man crazy? The four of us masters looked at him, but he was still unwilling, acting as if he was bound to die."
Bai Yan said in a deep voice: "Fortune tellers may be the most indifferent people in the world. They already know where and when they will die. Therefore, even if death comes, they will not I will panic. But..."
Bai Yan paused slightly and said: "I am somewhat interested in Ye Xun. A descendant of the Guigu lineage?"
When I looked at Ye Xun, Tao Yu dipped his hand in mineral water and wrote a few words on the table: "They are trying to figure you out. The whereabouts of Guigu is a mission above the heaven level."
Only then did I remember that the connections in the Detective Network were to explore missing figures in history. Guiguzi’s whereabouts were a mystery, and he also left behind countless legends.
Exploring the "whereabouts of Ghost Valley" has always been listed as one of the important tasks of the God Detective. No matter how Ye Xun denies it, Bai Yan has already regarded him as the descendant of Guigu, and they will definitely find a way to capture Ye Xun alive.
When I narrowed my eyes slightly, Song Feihang had already left and returned, sitting at the table again, shaking the bamboo tube in his hand, and throwing three copper coins on the table again and again. After each calculation, he would quickly write down the calculation results in his notes before conducting the next divination.
As if Song Feihang didn't know how tired he was, he calculated hexagram after hexagram but refused to stop until it got dark.
The four masters sitting in the room also pushed to the four corners of the room, protecting Song Feihang in the middle of the room, quietly waiting for midnight to come.
Ye Xun calculated that Song Feihang died from the lamp. Not only was there no one lighting a lamp in his room, there was not even any lighting equipment. As night fell, the whole room became pitch black.
At first, I could still see Song Feihang's movements through the wooden board, but gradually I could only hear the sound of him shaking the coins.
After just watching it for a while, I felt a little shocked.
For ordinary people, the light in the inn may be equivalent to being unable to see, but it is nothing to a master of martial arts who can "see in the dark" internally. Besides, I have also practiced eye skills, and it is even more impossible to see in the dark. I missed someone from a distance of ten meters.
I turned my head and looked aside for a few times, and the figures of Bai Yan and others immediately appeared in my sight. Only Song Feihang, who was sitting in the middle of the room, seemed to be deliberately wrapped in darkness. I couldn't see him clearly. look like.
While I was staring at Song Feihang, the shadow of his head appeared in my sight.
Song Feihang's hair turned white for some reason. Moreover, it became more and more serious. At first, all I saw was a circle of short and long white hair. After a short while, I could clearly see a white head.
Song Feihang seemed unaware of the changes that had happened to him, and was still shaking the bamboo tube in his hand.
I couldn't help but said to myself: "Why is his hair white?"
Ye Xun lowered his voice and said: "He is spending all his efforts to deduce the secrets of heaven. This method is called fortune-telling in the fortune-telling industry. It is to use up one's own life to predict the fate of others. Because the fortune-teller has compensated his own fate for God, his calculations must be extremely accurate. I think he..."
Before Ye Xun finished speaking, the wind suddenly started blowing outside the inn, and the strong wind carrying gravel whizzed around the inn. The fine yellow sand hit the wall one after another, as if an evil spirit surrounded the inn and beat it repeatedly. He tried to test the thickness of the wall, trying to see where he could break the outer wall and break into the inn to chase the souls for his life.
Yin Qingquan, who was guarding the corner of the room, issued an urgent order: "Everyone comes in. No one is allowed to light a lamp or use any lighting equipment. Guard their respective positions. No one can move easily without orders."
Yin Qingquan gave the order and all the people who were originally guarding the outside of the inn were gathered inside the inn in just a few seconds. Although they did not use any light source, they arrived at the predetermined location in a matter of seconds and set up heavy defenses near the room.
As soon as I regained my footing, I subconsciously looked at my watch. It had just entered midnight, and the remaining nearly two hours were the key to deciding the outcome.