Qi Yin took a few deep breaths before calming down. This thing is really weird. For sewing, from the stitches to the stitch length, the needle drop habits are slightly different, and the fineness of the stitches is different. Just like the palm lines, few people can do it exactly the same, let alone two people separated by hundreds of years. Is this Fu Lan's grandfather? The people in Fulan's family are too strange. They look the same, not to mention their habits. Qi Yin imagined that the eighteenth generations of Fu Lan's ancestors were lined up together, everyone looked exactly the same, and they all looked like they were dumbfounded, and suddenly shivered.
He leaned down and carefully touched the basalt stone platform. There were many pits and pits on the ground, and there were several broken pieces on the edge of the stone platform. There had obviously been a fight here, and this guy who was suspected to be Fu Lan's grandfather probably had a fight with someone here, and he was killed by them.
Could this guy be Fu Lan? This thought suddenly popped into his mind. But how is this possible, if this guy is Fu Lan, who is Fu Lan he met, is it a ghost? Qi Yin stared at the white bone, which had deep eye sockets and seemed to be staring at him as well. For some reason, it was clearly a pale skeleton, and Qi Yin could see the indifference on its fleshless face, just like Fu Lan.
After staring for a long time, Qi Yin suddenly thought of something, climbed to the front of the white deer statue, and took out the dice from the Qiankun bag. Feng Huanshan and this group of people don't do their jobs every night, they light a shofar lantern and gather to gamble under the lamp. The last time they forced Qi Yin to play with him, Qi Yin almost didn't pay for the red pants. Before cleaning the house, I happened to pick up these three dice under the table, and I forgot to return it, and now it works just fine.
Qi Yin covered the dice in the barrel, and said in a few words: "Great God Bailu, you are the great master of the gods, you must know everything and know everything. This senior lying here may have something to do with my elder brother Fulan. My elder brother I have been lonely since I was a child, and my lifelong wish is to find my parents and family. If the great God answers the identity of this person for me, the villain will be very grateful. Next, the villain will ask you a few questions, if the answer is yes, please also The Great God used his magic power to make my dice roll three sixes. If the answer is no, then roll three ones." Qi Yin kowtowed again and said, "Thank you, Great God."
In fact, he didn't know if this would work or not. Maybe the Great God just woke up from a nap and took his little life. For his trivial questions, people dismissed them and didn't bother to pay attention to him. But it's always good to give it a try. Qi Yin took a deep breath and asked, "Dare to ask God, is this senior a relative of Fulan?"
Qi Yin shook the dice vigorously, covering it on the ground, the dice were sloshing around inside, and when the sound stopped, Qi Yin opened the fir tube, the three dice inside were neatly aligned, and the three bright red dots were facing up. .
three one. no.
God was really answering him, and Qi Yin couldn't believe it. He raised his head and looked at the statue of the white deer. I don't know if it's a coincidence, after all, he is very lucky on weekdays. Qi Yin hesitated, picked up the fir tube again, and asked again: "Great God, may I ask... May I ask if this senior is Fu Lan?"
Roll the dice, stop, uncover.
Three six. God answered: yes.
"No, no," what if you have the same name? Qi Yin changed his question, "Great God, is this white bone my brother?"
Three six, God answered: Yes.
how can that be? Qi Yin grabbed his head, puzzled. How can a person be both alive and dead
Qi Yin knelt on the ground and stayed there for a long time. Suddenly, a bold idea came to mind. If you could ask God face-to-face, wouldn’t all these questions be easily solved? Qi Yin's hands trembled slightly, his heart was beating in his cavity, he gritted his teeth, kowtowed his head, and asked word by word, "Qi Yin is bold, can you ask God Bailu to show his spirit!"
Re-roll the dice!
This time the dice rolled for a long time, as if God hesitated. Qi Yin waited with wide eyes, the dice rolled like a whirlwind. There have been two stops, fixed at the "six" point. The last one seemed to be set at "five" with hesitation. At the last moment, the dice suddenly turned over and became "six".
God said: Yes.
The next moment, the silence of the ages was suddenly broken, and a heartbeat sounded without warning. A loud bang, like a solemn chime in a high hall of a palace, came from afar. The whole boundless space echoed the lonely heartbeat, like a sad song handed down from ancient times, with an inexplicable sadness.
He was startled, raised his head with a dangling heart, and suddenly found that the heartbeat came from the front of him, inside the statue.
The idol... is it alive
Ten thousand stars on the dome are fading away, revolving around the celestial pole, and this quiet and boundless palace seems to wake up. The water-white mist gushed out from the huge white deer statue, and the water flowed upward, and a slender white shadow gradually became clear on the top of the white deer's head. Qi Yin raised his head and saw a translucent white toe point on the Tianling cover of the white deer statue.
It was a young man, looking like a twelve-year-old, wearing a loose plain white deep coat, with the cool wind on his sleeves, fluttering like the pale wings of a moth. Fragmented starlight scatters on the shoulders of the young man. He has a nearly transparent white face, a slightly pointed chin, and a head of white hair that shines like silver in the darkness. The young man lowered his head and looked at Qi Yin indifferently, his silver eyes were clear and beautiful, and the dazzling stars were crushed in his eyes.
Until many years later, Qi Yin could not forget this scene.
He was cursed and his life was on the verge of death. In this cold and gloomy tomb of the gods, he met a young god.
"Hey."
The young man spoke, his voice clear and very young. He stretched out his hand, and a round drop of blood condensed between Qi Yin's eyebrows, slowly rising, and landing on his palm. He stared at the drop of blood and asked, "Mortal, why do you have my bloodline?"
"What?" Qi Yin didn't react.
"Tsk," the boy showed a look of disgust, "Are you scared? Didn't you ask me to come out?"
Qi Yin returned to his senses, hurriedly greeted him, and said, "I have seen the Great God Bailu."
"Forget it," Bai Lu waved his hand and said, "You haven't answered my question yet."
Qi Yin was puzzled and said, "What bloodline? I'm just an ordinary mortal, how can I have your bloodline?"
"Yeah," Bai Lu stroked his chin and floated down from above to look at him, "I also find it strange, is it possible that someone stole my Yuan Yang while I was sleeping? No, God can't breed. , there is no way to have descendants. And..." Bai Lu looked at him for a long time, and finally said with disgust, "How can my descendants grow so black?"
Qi Yin: "..."
This god is a little different from what I imagined.
"Let's talk, what are you asking the young master to do?" Bai Lu turned around, raised his little fingers and poked out his ears, "Want to be rich or beautiful? Or immortal? Today, young master is in a good mood, so let's pick one."
Can these be achieved? As expected of a god. Qi Yin was in awe, and he was rich enough to say that he had long lost his mind about beauty. As for longevity, he didn't want to live as a thousand-year-old monster for the time being. But the most important thing at the moment is to ask who the white bone is. Qi Yin bowed and asked: "The villain wants to ask the identity of this white bone senior. You just said that he is my elder brother Fu Lan, but My brother is still alive at the moment, how could he be this white bone?"
"Oh, you're talking about him." Bai Lu said after a long silence, "I was just idle and bored, just kidding you, I don't even know who he is."
As if struck by a thunderbolt, Qi Yin was stunned on the spot.
This guy... is he really a god
Bai Lu floated to Bai Gu and looked down at him, "He was lying here when I woke up. There are traces of Wuluo's secret technique on both sides of his ribs, and it looks like he was killed by Wuluo's secret technique. Ordinary, but this breath is very strange, and it doesn't look like a person. There are burn marks on the fingertips. It is probably before death that he exhausted his whole body's spiritual power and concentrated on his fingertips. After casting a spell, the traces of the spell are gone. I don't know what the spell is."
"Wu Luo's secret method?" Qi Yin was taken aback.
"It looks like, I guess, I don't know." Bai Lu said.
Is this kid a liar? Qi Yin looked at him with a complicated face, the guy who claimed to be a god was lying on his side and floating in the air, with his head on one hand, his big sleeves slipped down his arms, revealing a section of white life. He yawned and looked sullen. If it weren't for his white hair and silver eyes, he was full of extravagance.
Could it be a lonely ghost from somewhere? Looking at his translucent body, it really looks like a ghost.
"Then what do you know?" Qi Yin was speechless.
Bai Lu raised his eyelids and glanced at him, turned his body, turned his back to Qi Yin, and said calmly, "I know I shouldn't live."
The boy's voice did not fluctuate, like a casual joke, but I don't know if it was an illusion, Qi Yin seemed to hear a deep sadness.
"What's the meaning?"
Bai Lu didn't seem to be able to bear his stupidity, and scratched his hair irritably, "Are you really my descendant? Why are you so stupid? Use your brain to think about it, this is the tomb of the young master. Who would sleep in the tomb? Of course it's a dead thing. I don't know how many years the young master has been dead here, but he suddenly came back to life recently. He doesn't have a body yet, but his spirit has taken shape." He snorted unhappily, "I don't know which one it is. If you are a bastard, if the young master catches him, he will be smashed into pieces!"
This great god is too difficult to serve, so Qi Yin said helplessly: "You are not happy when they resurrected you."
"How tiring to live, you don't talk about a lot of troubles, and there are a lot of bad guys facing you. It's better to die, and everything is unknown." Bai Lu's face was full of sadness, "Besides, if the young master's resurrection is a matter of Being known by the old man Fuxi, he had to come over in person and let me die again. I don't want to see his old face at all. In the past, he made a hexagram on the top of Mount Tai, and for seven, seven and forty-nine days, the hexagram was like De: The great gods are hidden, the human race is prosperous, and the demons are prosperous. Since then, he has repeatedly ordered us not to interfere in the affairs of the world. According to his intention, we had better find a grave and bury ourselves. The young master rolls around in the pile of deer, and he has to come all the way from the Central Plains to point at my nose and curse: "The white deer is naughty!
Qi Yin said in confusion: "'The great gods are hidden, the human race is prosperous, and the demons are prosperous'? Do you remember correctly? This hexagram is not quite right. Now the human Taoism is declining, many spells are ineffective, and the demons can live for thousands of years. , but mortals are only a hundred years old. If it weren't for the infighting between demons and demons before, the world might end one day. Look at that spider outside, it's from my father, originally a handsome and romantic dog sword fairy, Wu Fangshan is helping the building Yu Jiangqing turned him into a big spider."
Bai Lu sat up and stroked his chin thoughtfully, "The way of Taoism is declining... So that's the case, the young master understands."