"Paper that doesn't burn... It's not difficult to find it."
"It's hard, Chen Qingshan said that there is no paper and bamboo in the town."
"Isn't it?"
Yu Xiaojie didn't believe it at first, but seeing that Gao Yan's expression didn't seem to be fake, and he didn't joke with him, so he put away his attitude that he didn't pay much attention to, and turned his head to look at the paper window: "The town is full of these antique windows, The windows are all paper, and it turns out that there is no paper? Does this mean 'there is no non-flammable paper'? If it means 'non-flammable paper', then we can make our own fireproof paper."
Gao Yan walked towards the window and asked Yu Xiaojie to follow.
Although the two of them spoke in small voices, it was strange that they were whispering and walking around the hall without paying homage. Immediately, some pilgrims looked at them with dissatisfaction.
Yu Xiaojie's expression froze: "It's too real."
The piety and response of pilgrims to gods and beliefs, some subtle details make it impossible to ignore their authenticity.
If you don't find the wandering gods at night, under the influence of the townspeople, over time, will players mistakenly think that this is the real world
Yu Xiaojie: "If I hadn't seen their dead faces long ago, I would have thought they were in the real world now. The so-called game field may just be sending me to a closed and backward village in the world, even if I encounter ghosts. , I'm still in the real world."
The intermediate field is not at all like the primary field. The primary field makes players feel no sense of substitution. Those specific scenes and almost no NPCs make people very conscious.
Soberly aware that the game field is different from the real world, players can sometimes even substitute themselves into the escape games they usually play.
It's just a game where you lose and you die.
But at least they don't have to be so afraid of ghosts and bosses, and they can be expressionless in the face of the killing of players who are also human beings.
The primary field reminds players that the game field is unreal, and the intermediate field is the opposite, it is trying to hypnotize the player to believe that the game field they are in is reality.
Yu Xiaojie: "This is still the case in the intermediate field, what about the advanced field?"
Gao Yan smiled and said in a low voice, "Maybe the advanced field has merged with the real world."
Yu Xiaojie was so frightened that goosebumps appeared all over his arms: "Brother Yan, you scared me to death."
Gao Yan: "..."
At this time, the two had already walked to the window, Gao Yan poked the window paper and said, "The oiled window paper is waterproof and not fireproof." After a while, he shook his head: "It can't be considered paper."
Yu Xiaojie: "What do you mean?"
Gao Yan didn't answer, but instead asked him, "Are you still staying in Qingshan Palace at night?"
Yu Xiaojie shook his head: "There is a place to sleep, I'll definitely go." He yawned sleepily: "I didn't sleep last night, I was worried, and there was a wandering spirit meeting outside... Then again, is there a wandering spirit meeting at night?"
Gao Yan: "Anyway, on the 20th, there must be a Wandering God Club, and it is the Wandering Soul Club of the King of Qingshan."
On the 20th day of the first lunar month, King Qingshan made an unannounced visit and traveled ten li in Jiuxiang.
Gao Yan knocked on the window, heard a muffled sound, and then saw the very dissatisfied eyes of the pilgrims. They wanted to come and criticize but were still hesitating. Finally, the temple congratulations came over.
"Two good believers, if you don't come to Qingshan Palace to pray to Qingshan King, please leave the palace and don't disturb other good believers."
Gao Yan: "Sorry, we are foreigners. It's our first time here, so I'm a little curious."
Hearing the word 'foreigner', Miaozhu's expression changed, becoming a little cold and alienated, but his attitude was much more tolerant.
He no longer drove Gao Yan and Yu Xiaojie away, and allowed them to stroll around the hall, but kept quiet.
The pilgrims who got close to them knew that they were outsiders, and they withdrew their condemning glances, as if they had not seen them.
The attitude became very fast, and I felt that the article inside was very large.
Gao Yan lowered his eyes: "I want to ask, where can I find non-burning paper and bamboo in the town?"
"There is no bamboo and paper in the town." Miaozhu's eyes revealed vague sympathy: "Not to mention the non-burning paper, there is no burning paper."
"Really?" Gao Yan pointed to the window: "Isn't the window paper not paper?"
"Of course not! How can it be called paper? That kind of thing can't be called 'paper' at all! You don't even know what real 'paper' is! You foreigners..." Miaozhu's tone was vague Showing contempt, but he quickly realized that his attitude was wrong, so he quickly returned to his peaceful appearance.
"Real 'paper' is very precious, and it's rare. There's basically no such thing. The town may not be able to produce ten perfect sheets of paper in a busy year. That's the fabric of God's clothes!"
Gao Yan: "A busy year in the town may not produce ten perfect sheets of paper... Does that mean, there is still paper in the town?"
Miaozhu's face changed, and he said reluctantly: "The material of God's clothes must be the best, and the paper made by other people can't be called paper."
Yu Xiaojie: "Where is the place that produces this perfect and expensive paper?"
Miaozhu kept his mouth shut and was not willing to speak.
Yu Xiaojie raised his smiling face, held the temple blessing in a good voice, and said a lot of good things, but only came to the temple blessing and laughed mockingly.
Yu Xiaojie paused for a moment, made a sudden realization, took out the money he had earned in the past half a day from his pocket and handed it to Miaozhu.
Miaozhu glanced at the money, and looked away disdainfully: "I'm busy, you can go shopping by yourself, and keep quiet."
Yu Xiaojie's face elongated, and he cursed in a low voice. He looked at Miaozhu and wanted to knock him unconscious and lock him up for interrogation.
Gao Yan glanced lightly at the temple blessing who was raising his feet to leave, then took out a Buddhist incense from his pocket, pinched it between his fingers and played with it, and seemed to casually say: "Everyone has come, let's go up the incense stick. Fortunately, I carry Buddha incense on my body, so I don't have to worry about the slightest offering that will annoy the King of Qingshan."
"Hehe—" Miaozhu quickly blocked Gao Yan and Yu Xiaojie's path, looked greedily at the Buddha incense in Gao Yan's hand, rubbed his hands and swallowed saliva, and said carefully to please: "Why do you worship the King of the Green Mountain? How do I worship a stick of incense? I have a lot of incense here, why don’t I exchange this with you?”
Gao Yan smiled but not: "Then you are not at a loss?"
Miaozhu: "You are a devout and good believer, and you worship the Qingshan King. How can you say that I am at a loss?"
Gao Yan refused: "No, if you have it, you have it, and if you don't have it, you don't have it. The important thing is your mind. I'll go and pay homage to the King of the Green Mountain - where is the stove?"
Miaozhu was so frightened that he hurriedly stopped them, flattered them with a good voice, and took out a large amount of incense from the temple and stuffed it into Gao Yan's hand: "Come on, it's a loss for anyone to offer this incense to you. I have a lot of incense useful, at least in the town, and can be used everywhere. Change it, this good believer, you will not suffer."
Gao Yan: "The place where paper is made?"
Miaozhu saw that Gao Yan took his incense, so he quickly grabbed the solitary Buddhist incense, then looked left and right, and said in a low voice, "Yi Zhuang, the Yi Zhuang with seven coffins is parked."
Gao Yan's smile deepened: "Thank you for reminding me."
Miaozhu hid the Buddha's incense in his sleeve and coughed twice: "No, let's go. Remember to be quiet, don't disturb King Qingshan."
Miaozhu ran away after telling him. Although he didn't know that he was dead, as a dead person, he was still attracted to the incense of Buddha. That urgent desire made him desperate to grab the incense in Gao Yan's hand.
Yu Xiaojie knew how useful the Buddha incense prop in Gao Yan's hand was, but it was a pity at this time: "It's a waste of a Buddha incense."
Gao Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the incense he was holding in his hand. The whole bunch of incense that the temple Zhu stuffed into him was estimated to be seventy or eighty. He smiled and said, "That's not necessarily a waste."
"Ah?" Yu Xiaojie turned his head: "Let's go to Yizhuang now?"
"Put the incense first, and worship the Qingshan King."
Gao Yan stepped forward, gave Yu Xiaojie three incense sticks, took three of them himself, and hid the rest in his pocket.
Yu Xiaojie followed him to light incense and then worshiped the King of Qingshan, put the incense in the incense burner, and the two left after worshiping again.
The two stepped out of the Qingshan Palace, and Gao Yan said first, "Go to Yizhuang next."
Yu Xiaojie patted his chest: "Wait a minute, I'll ask."
After he finished speaking, he ran to his stall and caught a colleague and asked, and he came back with the answer in less than two minutes.
"In the west of town near the outskirts, I heard that there used to be an old Zhuangzi, and there lived a family of seven. Later, one night, the seven members of the family were guilty and died. No one dared to take it. Their family had a loyal old man. Servant, the old servant punched seven coffins to bury the seven members of the master's family. Until now, there have been no burials, and the seven thin coffins are still placed in the center of Lao Zhuangzi's lobby."
Gao Yan: "Then there is no one living in the old Zhuangzi?"
Yu Xiaojie stopped: "No."
The two looked at each other, how could Zhuangzi, who has no one living there, make paper
After a long while, Gao Yan said, "Let's go and have a look."
Yu Xiaojie: "Brother Yan, do you know what 'Bodhisattva! Bodhisattva!' mentioned in 'God's Mercy'? I can't figure out what this repeated sentence is emphasizing? "You Bodhisattva" is actually an alias, also called You Shenhui. I have seen the gods in Qingshan Palace, most of them are local gods, and there is no mention of Bodhisattva at all. Why is the reminder instead of "Bodhisattva"? And the use of repetition , emphatic words!"
"I have no idea."
Gao Yan really didn't know, and he also wondered why there was the strange word 'Bodhisattva' in the prompt.
Because they couldn't figure it out, they put it aside for the time being. They left Qingshan Palace and met Chrysanthemum Flower Bell on their way to Yizhuang. If there was no way to avoid it, they could only set off together.
Chrysanthemum Flower Bell: "What did you find?"
Yu Xiaojie knew the identity of Juli Hualing, and also knew that the other party's target was Gao Yan, so he did not sell the information they got because of their beauty, and handed over the whole process to Gao Yan.
Gao Yan: "I found the Yizhuang who made paper, how about you?"
Chrysanthemum Flower Bell: "I met other players, and they didn't find me. They were also looking for paper and bones, but they didn't seem to know what to do with the paper and bones for the time being. But now I probably know what our customs clearance requirements are. Yes, the request from the first NPC I encountered."
She looked at Gao Yan and the two of them and realized that their expressions had not changed: "It seems that you all guessed it. They seem to have found a clue to the bamboo bones. I originally followed them, but they were prepared, so I stopped talking. followed."
After all, it is an intermediate field, and a player who is not sure will be killed by the player.
Chrysanthemum Hualing continued: "But I know where they got the clues about the bamboo bones."
She originally wanted to go back to get the clues of the bamboo bones, but they only followed after meeting Gao Yan halfway.
Gao Yan nodded: "Then go to Yizhuang together and find the paper that won't burn first. The other players will get the clues of the bamboo bones first. We miss the opportunity and we should find the paper first."
The three walked on foot for an hour and a half, gradually moving away from the side-by-side houses and lively crowds, and came to the old area near the suburbs.
The old districts are all abandoned houses, and the former residents all moved to the town center, which is not popular here.
Over time, overgrown weeds, desolate and deserted.
Going deep into the old district, I stepped onto a deserted street. The cold wind whimpered on the street, the corners were covered with spider silk, and the side of the road was covered with moss. There is an old Zhuangzi at the end of the street, and there are two large white lanterns hanging at the entrance of Zhuangzi.
The lanterns each had the word 'Lien' written on them, the gate opened with a slit, and with a slight push, it opened with a 'squeak' sound, and the cold wind blew out from the courtyard, hitting head-to-head, making people shiver from the cold .
Yu Xiaojie 'hiss' and shrank his neck: "When I was in town, most people didn't feel cold... Although it's not a living person. But it's windy, there's nowhere to be warm here, so where to go? It's cold everywhere."
They walked into the courtyard and into the hall. The seven thin coffins in the hall faced the door, very scary.
Chrysanthemum Flower Bell: "No one?"
Gao Yan: "No."
Chrysanthemum Flower Bell: "Who will make paper?"
Gao Yan looked at Yu Xiaojie, and Yu Xiaojie replied, "This old Zhuangzi used to be a paper maker, and they have a recipe for papermaking that has been handed down in the family. The paper they make can be as soft as clothes, and they are not afraid of rain and fire. The towers in the town used to be. The paper clothes on the bones were all made by Lao Zhuangzi, but now that seven people are dead, the art of papermaking has been lost."
Chrysanthemum bell whispered softly: "Does that mean we came in vain?"
Yu Xiaojie's eyebrows were about to collide, and he said hesitantly: "It's not... The temple blessing let us come, it shouldn't be in vain. There must be a place to make paper and bamboo bones, otherwise how can we pass the customs?"
Gao Yan walked forward, took out the Buddhist incense stuffed by the temple, took out more than 20 sticks and lit them together, and then inserted them into the seams of the coffins one by one. After each of the seven coffins had three incense sticks inserted, he returned Hall door.
"I'm here to ask for paper, paper that won't burn, the deposit has been paid, and the balance will be settled when the goods arrive."
Yu Xiaojie's eyes widened and he whispered, "Brother Yan talking to the things in the coffin?"
Chrysanthemum Flower Bell: "Obviously. Where did the incense in his hand come from?"
Yu Xiaojie: "Miaozhu gave it, I thought he gave it casually, it's useless."
Chrysanthemum Flower Bell: "Everything given by the playground must be useful."
Gao Yan repeated what he said just now, but added: "If you don't agree, I will take the deposit back and find other people as partners. The ancient town is so big, you are not the only ones who have inherited the papermaking technique. The faithful old servant."
Yu Xiaojie's eyes widened, and he muttered in his heart: Gao Yan's father is good at talking nonsense with his eyes open. Even deceiving the contents of the coffins that have been dead for some unknown number of years, the conscience is probably gone.
Juli Hualing put her hands in her sleeves and whispered, "Let's go and find that loyal old servant. It's cold and shabby, and it's far from the town. I don't want to stay any longer."
Huh? what did she say
Yu Xiaojie was stunned inside, but his expression was well controlled and his expression was quite deep.
Gao Yan: "Okay—"
Halfway through the response, I heard a few 'rustling' sounds, looked up and saw that the three incense sticks originally inserted into the coffin had all entered the coffin.
Yu Xiaojie cursed: "Ri, is the thing inside still alive?"
Certainly not alive!
But active.
The people in the town have no living people except their families, and their faces are dead, but at some point they may not even know that they are dead.
However, the contents of the seven coffins in Yizhuang are already dead in the eyes of the townspeople.
Yu Xiaojie guessed that they were staying in the town for a certain period of time, and this period of time happened to hold the wandering spirits party. The townspeople were still alive, but the seven people in Yizhuang did not survive the evil spirits.
In other words, no matter what time of day, the contents of the seven coffins in front of them are not alive and carry certain dangers.
If Gao Yan hadn't received the incense given by the temple blessing, or had not lit three incense sticks to worship when he came in, would the contents escape out
The more he thinks about it, the more terrifying he feels. Although Yu Xiaojie has experienced a hundred battles, he still feels a headache when he encounters such a thing.
Gao Yan: "Then it's time to come down. You are all businessmen, and you should know the truth of the exchange of money and the exchange of money and goods."
Yu Xiaojie: God has come and gone.
Gao Yan: "We'll come back tomorrow."
After speaking, he turned around and walked away quickly, and said to Yu Xiaojie and Juli Hualing, "Come on."
When the two heard the words, their hearts froze, and they quickly followed and left. Just as the back foot stepped out of the door, the door behind him was suddenly blown by a gust of wind, and a loud 'bang' exploded in the ears of the three of them along with the sound of the heavy object breaking and falling.
Gao Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "Go back."
Yu Xiaojie: "The thing inside wanted to attack us just now?"
Gao Yan: "They want to keep us."
Chrysanthemum bell frowned: "Why?"
To be honest, she didn't quite understand the thoughts of local gods and ghosts in China.
Gao Yan: "The ghosts are all cunning, especially the seven of them who died in vain in their lifetimes. No one was enshrined and adopted after they died. They couldn't go into the ground. They were even more resentful when they hid in thin coffins. We worshipped with incense and did business with them, and they agreed on the surface. , but turning around and accidentally killing us is not a breach of contract."
Chrysanthemum Hualing suddenly realized: "It's really interesting."
Yu Xiaojie: "Anyway, one of the materials for making the tower bone is available, and the rest is the bamboo bone. Let's find the material for the bamboo bone."
Chrysanthemum Flower Bell: "Let's go, I'll take you there."
The figures of the three quickly disappeared from the street, and as soon as they left, two people came out of the dark.
The two looked at each other, turned and pushed open the door of Lao Zhuangzi.
From there, Chrysanthemum Hualing said, "The clues to the bamboo bones are in the Nursing Temple."
Yu Xiaojie: "What kind of local god is this?"
Gao Yan: "There are many local gods in the Mindu area, especially female gods."
Yu Xiaojie: "Could the goddess in the folk songs refer to the 'Naughty Girl's Temple'?"
Chrysanthemum flower bell: "I saw the statue of the goddess outside the temple of the female aunt. It is a bit like the stupa bone of the female aunt that I saw in Chen Qingshan's mansion last night."
Gao Yan: "Then it shouldn't be a famous female god, but a ghost like the impermanence of black and white and the underworld officials."
Juli Hualing glanced at Gao Yan and Yu Xiaojie, and suddenly said, "I think I may have been discovered."
Gao Yan and Yu Xiaojie showed puzzled expressions at the same time.
Chrysanthemum Flower Bell: "The players in the intermediate field 'You Bodhisattva' should all be Chinese, at least know your local ghosts. My first intermediate field was not a 'You Bodhisattva', and I was still wearing an inappropriate kimono, so I think other players guessed it the first time they saw me."
She thought she was hiding it well, but she was not used to the special of the intermediate field, she thought it was still in the primary field, when players from various countries mixed together.
Gao Yan paused and narrowed his eyes: "Have you been seen by other players?"
Chrysanthemum Bell nodded.
Gao Yan and Yu Xiaojie looked at each other, they both reacted at the same time, turned around and ran to Yizhuang: "Go back."
Chrysanthemum Hualing frowned and followed closely. But Gao Yan and Yu Xiaojie were fast and disappeared in front of her very quickly.
Helpless, her physical strength was not as good as others', so Chrysanthemum Hualing stopped and a black shadow jumped out from her cuff. The black shadow flew out like an arrow from a string, and immediately followed behind Gao Yan and the two of them.
It was a black cat shikigami, sharing his vision with Chrysanthemum Flower Bell.
The black cats jumped up and down a few times, and squatted at the gate of Yizhuang smoothly, but after a while, Gao Yan and Yu Xiaojie also arrived.
The door was locked, and it wasn't that it was half-open when we arrived just now.
Yu Xiaojie suggested: "Climb over the wall?"
Gao Yan: "Look on the wall first, don't go in easily."
The two jumped onto the fence by the stone lion at the door, and peeked at Yizhuang on the top of the one-meter-wide fence.
The black cat landed lightly beside them, quietly watching the hall.
There were still seven thin coffins in the hall, and there was no movement. At this time, even the cold wind stopped, and there was a dead silence inside.
Yu Xiaojie suppressed his voice: "No one?"
Gao Yan: "Look at it again."
After waiting for about ten minutes, there was still no movement inside. Only then did Gao Yan and Yu Xiaojie feel relieved, and when they were about to jump down, there was a sudden movement in the hall.
Among the seven coffins, there was a slight noise from two of the coffins placed in the center, and then a terrified scream came from inside. The screaming stopped abruptly in an instant, like a rooster that was crowing suddenly had its throat cut off and could no longer make a sound.
Not long after, the rustling sound came from the coffin, and after a while, the cracking sound seemed to tear the dead silence. It overflowed and fell tickly along the planks and wooden chairs supporting the coffin.
Yu Xiaojie's scalp was numb, and his arms were covered in goose bumps: "Two players found out who was the player of Juli Hualing, followed her, and found that they were meeting with us, so they followed. After we left, they thought about picking up the leak. As a result, I didn't expect the thing in the coffin to wake up, just when there was a lack of blood and human flesh."
To put it simply, the two players hit the gun barrel unluckily.
But anyway, a player who has survived to the intermediate level, it is difficult to guarantee that he does not have some life-saving props. That's it, it's still entangled with the stuff inside, which shows that it's very fierce.
After they entered, they not only negotiated a business, but also came back safely. It can be said that they were very lucky.
Gao Yan: "Probably."
He jumped down and greeted Yu Xiaojie and Black Cat to leave. I originally wanted to remind other players in time, but it was still a step too late.
Gao Yan was thoughtful, and the country song was all in his mind.
Chrysanthemum Hualing stood there waiting for their return, stretched out her arm, and the black cat got into her wide cuff and turned into a blank piece of paper.
Yu Xiaojie was curious: "Onmyoji?"
Chrysanthemum Hualing nodded: "Do you understand?"
Yu Xiaojie put his hands behind his head, and said with a 'ha', "The island country yin and yang technique was originally a little bit of fur from the Chinese yin and yang theory of the five elements. All can do it.”
The most mysterious and proud onmyo technique involving the island country was belittled, and Chrysanthemum Flower Bell immediately showed an unhappy expression.
Yu Xiaojie turned to ask Gao Yan, "Brother Yan, you are highly knowledgeable. Tell me the difference between the Chinese Yin-Yang Dao and the Island country's Yin-Yang technique."
Gao Yan raised his eyes and glanced at Juli Hualing, who was a little unconvinced and wanted to know. After thinking about it, he said, "The so-called yin-yang technique is based on the Chinese theory of yin-yang and five elements, and was later introduced to the island country. Possesses spells for divination, blessing, and exorcism."
Juli Hualing raised her chin: "You are right."
"As for China's Yin-Yang Dao, its official duties are not divination, exorcising evil spirits, and magic is not something that must be studied."
Chrysanthemum Hualing pursed her lips and smiled, Yu Xiaojie shrugged.
Gao Yan continued in a low voice: "Huaxia's Yin-Yang Dao is complicated and needs to be proficient in everything. 'Astronomy', 'Calendar', and 'Legendary Engraving' are the official duties, you need to memorize huge data and be proficient in arithmetic, followed by praying for blessings , divination and exorcism. Zhouyi, Bagua, Liuren, Jiugong, etc. are necessary but not important techniques to learn. Similarly, Qimen Dunjia also needs to know, and lastly, the military. Those who are not knowledgeable enough are not well-versed and proficient enough. Those who are not qualified onmyoji."
The author has something to say: Japanese Onmyoji is based on the theory of Yin-Yang and Five Elements in our country. After checking it, I found that they simplified the Onmyoji to a magician who only needs to know divination and exorcism. In ancient my country, a qualified onmyoji needed to be a scientist, a technician, a communications engineer, military strategy, intelligence gathering, etc., and must understand astronomical arithmetic, blessing and divination, Zhouyi gossip, Qimen Dunjia, civil engineering, orientation, Chemistry, pharmacy, military affairs, communications, etc., are not man-made jobs.
It is equivalent to the current strategic advisor and intelligence commander, and he needs to be extremely knowledgeable.
However, the onmyoji in our country is not very famous. At least for now, the reputation is not as big as that of Japan. When it comes to Onmyoji, the Japanese Abe family comes to mind.
In fact, the main reason is that there are too many ancient schools in our country, and each of them is so powerful that Onmyoji can't make it out of the big group.