Russell staggered forward, holding a turtle shell in his right hand. He shook it up and down, and a copper coin flew out.
The coin flipped up and down, revealing a hexagram.
Good luck!
It is auspicious to go south, and you will have a safe journey.
Russell nodded, and the donkey under his crotch swayed towards the north.
The hexagrams are all opposite, the south is very auspicious, the north is very unlucky, there must be ghosts!
Hey, I'm so smart!
Heading north, there were more pedestrians on the road. Russell's little donkey ran very fast. In a few days, he covered nearly several hundred miles. He passed through seven or eight villages, and all he encountered were small fish and shrimps, not worth mentioning at all.
He even had some doubts as to whether there was something wrong with his divination.
But soon, Russell saw another village. The village seemed very peaceful on the surface, but the sky above the village was covered with dark clouds and black air continued to spread.
Within three days, someone will die!
Russell rode his donkey straight into the village and found a family to stay with.
The rural people at that time were not like they were later. They had not been cheated too many times and were quite enthusiastic when they saw outsiders.
Especially someone like Russell, who is handsome and generous, is given special care.
The quilts for sleeping were all brand new, the meals for eating were all plentiful, and even the looks from the girls next door were…
cough!
My damn beautiful face has nowhere to go!
"Brother Luo is a scholar?"
The guest who stayed overnight was an old man. He sat on the doorstep, smoking a pipe and staying far away from Russell, for fear that the smoke would choke him.
Even though the Qing Dynasty had been gone for a long time at this time, scholars no longer took imperial examinations and could no longer become officials by studying, but the old man still had awe in his eyes.
"Yes!" Russell smiled and nodded slightly, "The world is in turmoil, and a scholar like me who is powerless is of no use..."
The old man opened his mouth halfway, not knowing what to say for a moment. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know how to say it.
I could only smile awkwardly and mutter, "Studying is good, studying is good."
If scholars are useless, what use is a farmer like him
The old man wanted to talk about other things, but he didn't know what to talk about.
If it is the old men and women in the village, he can chat with them in any way.
When the old man saw Russell, who had an outstanding temperament and wore particularly nice clothes, he felt particularly restrained and even forgot how to speak.
He could only lean against the door, smoking his pipe in silence.
At this moment, a man hurriedly stepped into the door, his face somewhat panicked, "Second father, disaster has occurred, disaster has occurred!"
He stumbled into the room, carrying someone on his back, also a young man.
This sudden situation frightened the old man sitting on the threshold of the inner door so much that he almost choked on his cigarette.
Because he was young at that time, and he was his son, the only child in the family!
The old man got up in a panic, dropped his precious pipe to the ground, and hugged his son.
He saw that his son's eyes were closed, his face was pale and he was unconscious.
"My son!"
The old man almost choked up, and his hands involuntarily shook his son's neck back and forth, and he actually woke up.
Before he could be happy, he saw his son flip over flexibly and squat on the ground in a strange posture.
The big yellow dog in the yard barked at him with a ferocious look, as if it had seen something extremely vicious.
The old man was startled. He looked down at the strange appearance of the big yellow dog in the yard. As an old man, he became more shrewd. He immediately thought of the legend he had heard before.
Dogs can see monsters. When he saw his son's strange appearance and those scarlet eyes, he knew that his son's body was possessed by a monster!
"ah!"
The old man couldn't help feeling dizzy for a moment. Being possessed by a monster was such a strange thing. What should he do as a rural old man
His son laughed strangely, flipped backwards in the air, quickly reached out one hand, grabbed the chicken in the yard and stuffed it into his mouth.
The chicken was so scared that it flew its wings. The next moment, its neck was bitten off viciously by his son, who then ate it raw, including the hair and blood.
This scared the two people in the yard. Even the yellow dog whimpered, with its tail tucked between its legs and its trembling hands in front of the old man.
"Are the yellow-skinned people so arrogant nowadays?"
Russell shook his head. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that the first life-and-death crisis he encountered when he embarked on the path of cultivation was the yellow-skinned man.
The yellow-skinned guy called all his relatives, including uncles, to come and kill him.
At that time, there was also a very powerful backstage person, called something like the Mountain God, but unfortunately he never showed up, and Russell felt regretful for a long time.
In just one year, he went from a little kid who had to escape from the yellow-skinned man to a top master in the world.
Russell couldn't help but sigh, I am such a hardworking little genius!
"when!"
He tapped the tabletop with his fingers, crossed his left index and middle fingers and flicked them, instantly causing the tea bowl on the table to shake. A stream of tea flew out of the bowl and hit the young man in the yard.
"squeak!"
Accompanied by a scream full of resentment, a ball of yellow light flew out from the young man's body.
The yellow fox is the most careful and never leaves it until tomorrow to take revenge, but today it has met the wrong person.
"when!"
Russell tapped the tea bowl lightly again, and a drop of tea instantly made the yellow light in the air disappear.
This miraculous scene immediately frightened the two people in the yard. When had they ever seen such a scene
For a moment they forgot what they were doing and just stood there blankly, until the old man's son's legs went weak and he fell to the ground, which woke them up.
The old man hurriedly supported his son and touched him with his hand. He found that his son's face was pale and his breath was weak, as if his end was near.
"Second father, where did you invite this god from?" Another young man asked quietly with admiration in his eyes.
The old man shook his head and told the truth, "He was just a passerby. He said he was a scholar who was weak and helpless."
A scholar who is not even capable of tying a chicken
The other young man twitched his mouth and said, "I have little education, so don't lie to me."
He looked at the old man with a worried look on his face, and suddenly felt guilty. If he hadn't taken his cousin out to play, he wouldn't have seen things he shouldn't have seen and been possessed by such a ghost!
"Second father." The young man lowered his voice and pointed secretly with his hand, "We can go and beg for help."
Who to ask for help
Of course I asked Russell for help!
The old man suddenly realized what was going on. He was about to get up and beg Russell for help. This was his child, the one he had raised for so many years.
As long as his son can be saved, he would be willing to sacrifice his old reputation and work like a slave in this life or the next!
Although he had not read many books, he knew that he was a father and this was what he should and must do.