After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 292 Wen Daolun's means

  Wen Daolun looked him up and down, stroked his long beard and said, "Okay, you can go back with my car later."

   This is the promise.

   Then the two stood aside, waiting for the procedure to finish.

   Wen Daolun had to burn seven sticks of incense before he could leave. At that time, the sacrifice of the common people was almost over.

  He Lingchuan asked his companion in a low voice: "Why does Wen Daolun owe you favors?"

   "He occasionally goes to the Shumin Academy."

   "...Teaching children?" How can I say that he is also Commander Zhong's most trusted confidant, and he is full to see a group of chirping little sparrows?

"We teach more than just children." Shumin Academy is the best official school in Panlong City. Sun Fuling said with a smile, "He came to play chess with an old friend, that is, my teacher Xu Shichu. Two months ago he Here we go again, my mentor is not here, so I played a few games with him."

   "Mr. Wen said that as long as I win, he will sell me a favor, and then I will..." She shrugged, "Two wins in three rounds."

   "You gave me such a precious favor?" He Lingchuan was moved.

   "Favours are used more and more, not lost after use." Sun Fuling glanced at him, "Now it's your turn to owe me favors."

   "It's easy to say." He patted his chest, "Anything you want."

   Having nothing to do, He Lingchuan walked to the edge of the altar and looked down.

  Good guy, the cliff is scorched black, and occasionally there is a glimmer of lightning. There should have been plants growing on this rock, but after the three thunderstorms, there was nothing left, just a bare patch.

  He Lingchuan also saw traces of lightning strikes on some rocks, but they were very old.

   "I just heard the sacrificial text. The gods sent down thunder and took away the sacrifices." He Lingchuan pointed to his feet, "Is this caused by the thunder at that time?"

   "Yes, except for the power of the gods, no one has such skill." Sun Fuling said leisurely, "Those thunder strikes brought us not only fear, but also precious confidence."

   "Because the gods are on our side?"

"Of course." Sun Fuling sighed, "You were not in Panlong City at that time, so you don't know how depressed and hopeless everyone is... Once again, we were abandoned by the motherland, and even Commander Zhong became seriously ill with anger. "

  After Panlong City became an enclave, Zhong Shengguang led his troops to defend the Panlong Wasteland for twelve years. Finally, the war situation eased and Panlong City and Xiluo Kingdom were reconnected.

  But the good times didn’t last long. In less than a year, the war broke out again, and the weak Xiluo Kingdom lost contact with Panlong City again. It even wanted to cede Panlong City to Baling Kingdom.

  This dealt too much blow to Panlong City. Surrounded by enemies for twelve years, this was the result.

  How many twelve years are there in life?

  The depressing up and down of Panlong City can be imagined.

  In this situation, if there were no gods to come out to support and show amazing miracles to boost confidence, Panlong City would have collapsed long ago, and the enemy would not even need to take action.

  He Lingchuan looked at the altar again.

  The reward ceremony three years ago was a turning point in the fate of the entire Panlong Wasteland. Since then, everything has been different.

   After waiting for a while, the last stick of incense was almost finished burning. Wen Daolun stepped down from the altar and came over in person and said, "Okay, follow me to board the car."

  His time is precious, and he plans to use the return time to answer He Lingchuan's questions.

  At this moment, He Lingchuan pointed to the cliff and said, "Look, there are living creatures underneath!"

  The wilderness directly below the altar used to have plants growing, but three thunderbolts struck down, and even the ground was scorched black.

  That's why the figure running on this bare and scorched ground is particularly conspicuous.

  He Lingchuan worked hard, and his eyesight had improved a long time ago. Even though he was separated by a distance of tens of feet, he could still see the little black spot sniffing everywhere, and there was a tail behind him.

  Wen Daolun also lowered his head to look, and said with a sneer: "The evil heart is never dead."

   "Is that also the Jindu ghost boy?"

   "Yes. The Gale army I deployed below has already caught up."

   Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, dozens of people appeared in the bushes below, besieging the black spot.

   "Why are these monsters going down?"

   Wen Daolun said casually: "They want to feel the breath of the gods."

  This is very puzzling, the breath of the gods?

  How did he know to plan ahead here?

  It seems that Panlong City knows Jindu Guizi quite well.

  He Lingchuan didn't ask, because Wen Daolun clapped his hands and said, "Let's go."

   The two boarded the carriage with Wen Daolun, and their own carriage followed behind.

   Wen Daolun's carriage is more spacious, with some soft mattresses inside to increase comfort, there is also a charcoal basin, and a table. Compared with the outfits that rich people wear when they go out, this is already plain and unpretentious.

The three of them sat down and the carriage started, Wen Daolun said, "I have something to say first, lest Xu Shichu turn around and find fault with me. The premise of the so-called numerology has definite numbers, which is the premise of the nature. How much more can be predicted, there is no general number."

  He put it bluntly, after the catastrophe three thousand years ago, divination methods were not very accurate.

  He Lingchuan nodded, it was not the first time he had heard this saying.

   Then Wen Daolun asked about He Lingchuan's birth date. Just as He Lingchuan was about to announce it, he suddenly felt something was wrong:

Oops! The year of his birth was more than a hundred years after the destruction of Panlong City!

  Take out his real birth date, no matter how it is calculated, it is a bit big mistake.

  Why didn't I think of it beforehand?

  He could only falter: "I, I don't know, I was adopted."

   "I don't know the characters?" Wen Daolun thought for a while, then leaned closer to look at his face, then at his hands, felt his pulse again, and even lifted his eyelids to look.

  This style is no different from that of old Chinese medicine practitioners.

  Wen Daolun added a piece of charcoal to the charcoal basin, and then said: "Looking at your face, you don't look like someone without parents!"

   "Maybe they are still alive?" He Lingchuan bit the bullet and lied, but complained in his heart. This is like seeing a doctor. If something is concealed, can the diagnosis given by the doctor be reliable?

   "Fortune in Mianze, with a bright future, and at the end of the day, you are a general. You call it a disaster? Then the common people really have no way out."

  It seems that He Chunhua has been talking about the eldest son as a lucky general all day long, and there is no evidence for it. He Lingchuan and Sun Fuling looked at each other: "The one I deduced is a big monster with more than three hundred years of Taoism, it has been studying the "Tianhe Collection" handed down by the real Dongli for many years, and it left me two lines of verse. "

  "Dongli real person?" Wen Daolun was startled, and thought for a while, "Dongli real person who returned the sect?"

   "Ah. (first sound

"you sure?"

   "Yes." Master Dongli himself wrote in the cave mansion as a gift to future generations, what could be wrong? "It accidentally entered the Dongfu where the real Dongli was sitting and transformed, and got his treasure."

   "In the post-reiki era, this one is also famous." Wen Daolun wanted to come up with those two lines of gatha, carefully deliberating.

   "The body is like a cage... a cage..." He pondered for a while, then frowned, "Could it be that the body is also a prison?"

  He Lingchuan immediately asked: "What does this mean?" He didn't miss the word "also".

  Wen Daolun sighed: "In terms of luck alone, you are already far beyond ordinary people. It is really strange that you still have this kind of luck in the Panlong Wasteland. Think about it yourself, has it been smooth sailing since childhood?"

   "Yes." The original body really grew up eating, drinking, having fun and being comfortable.

"You can't figure out the horoscope, and you can't push the palace of fate. It's really hard to calculate. If you say that from good luck to bad, there must be a key point. I didn't see it. But the verse emphasizes that 'the dove occupies the magpie's nest', 'the body Like a cage', why did you bring it up and say it?"

  He Lingchuan watched his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose. He took the old turtle demon's prophecy seriously, mainly because of the words "the dove occupies the magpie's nest".

  I am an outsider, there should be no second person in this world to know.

   Wen Daolun pondered for a long time, then suddenly opened the car curtain, and explained a few words to the outside.

   Soon, several personal guards came over with a large piece of tarpaulin and covered the entire carriage.

   Even the doors and windows were completely blocked, only a little light came in.

   "There is another way, let's try it." He suddenly lit a fine incense and asked Sun Fuling to take it.

  The fragrance is light blue in color, and the smell is very pleasant.

   Wen Daolun took out another small piece of wood from his arms, and blew lightly.

  The wood is so ordinary that you can find it everywhere. It seems that there are traces of sphagnum moss growing on it, and there are two small holes.

   After he blew, a white shadow floated out of the wooden hole.

  After it took shape, it turned out to be a villain half the size of a palm, looking like a little girl. After it floated out, it couldn't wait to inhale the smoke in Sun Fuling's hand, and there was a happy expression on its face.

  The soul in the wood? He Lingchuan looked at the piece of wood again. There are not many Horcruxes that can accommodate the undead. Could it be the seabed wood?

"This is a child castellar, formed by the gathering of the dead souls of young children who died unfortunately but had no evil thoughts in their hearts." Wen Daolun nodded his temples, "Relax your mind and don't resist, I will let it go to your sea of ​​consciousness to see what happened. "

  Consciousness Sea? He Lingchuan thought of that glowing mark.

  He closed his eyes, and Tong Jie flew around him and got in through his ears.

  For He Lingchuan, it felt like taking a breath of peppermint, and his whole mind felt refreshed.

   But that's it, he didn't feel the same pain as the last time the gods invaded.

   Ten breaths passed.

  Twenty breaths passed.

  He Lingchuan opened his eyes, and saw the two people staring at him with piercing eyes, and the light in the carriage was dim.

   Wen Daolun seemed a little surprised: "Can you open your eyes? How does it feel now?"

   "My head got cold, it's gone."

   Wen Daolun didn't seem to believe it, and asked again: "No pain, no illusions?"

  He Lingchuan shook his head.

   After more than a dozen breaths, a wisp of white mist floated out from his ears, and turned back into the soul of a little girl in mid-air.

  She seemed unharmed, He Lingchuan heaved a sigh of relief. Is it because the way she visited was not as rough as the gods last time, so the backlash she suffered was less?

  She rushed to Wen Daolun's ear, talking to him endlessly. The strange thing is that He Lingchuan couldn't hear a sound at all, as if he was watching a silent movie.

  (end of this chapter)