Liaozhai Great Sage

Que saw that his hands were covered with mud, his clothes were torn, his body was already stiff, and he had no breath at all.

"Hey, it's too late. The Taoist priest didn't catch up with the rescue. It would have been better if he fell into the water later, maybe he wouldn't have died. I don't know which family he is from. He drowned at a young age." Some people watching sighed.

"He smells like alcohol, so he went to invite the Qinhuai River to drink. This is not a rare thing. Every year there are scholars who get drunk and drown in the Qinhuai River." Someone from the older generation shook his head and said.

"Why did he have mud on his hands, and he tore open his clothes. He died so strangely. There must be some monsters in the water that would harm people."

A boatman next to him laughed and said, "What monster? That's the case with drowned people. He fell into the water drunk and couldn't tell the direction for a while. There was bright light, but it was dark when looking at the river, so he naturally rowed towards the bottom of the river. When he touched the bottom of the river, he was almost suffocated, so in his panic, he naturally grabbed the mud at the bottom of the river. I tore off the front of my clothes because I couldn’t breathe due to chest tightness.”

"That's the truth. It's the same as a person who died of freezing. Instead of wearing clothes, the person who died of freezing took off all his clothes. Those who didn't know it thought they died of heat. This person has already drowned, so hurry up." Let the government know." Someone nodded in agreement.

From leaving the Qin Pavilion to Chutian's drowning, it took only half an hour.

The retribution came so quickly and the catastrophe came so fiercely, which Li Xiuyuan did not expect.

But at the moment, he didn't know about it.

Although he had the book of life and death in his hand, he would not check it all the time.

In the current piano pavilion, a group of scholars have been playing the game of Fushi while listening to the music.

Fushi is actually a kind of folk magic such as divination. It is very popular among scholars and high-ranking officials, because there are ghosts and gods in this world, and there are also demons and ghosts. There are naturally more spells for divination and asking gods, and this is the most common one, and it is very simple and very easy to use.

Take a sand table, put a split branch on it, each person puts one end on the sand table, read the corresponding term, then the branch will move, draw patterns or write some words on the sand table, at this time you You can ask the questions you want to ask, and the invited ghost will answer them for you.

Li Xiuyuan only took a few glances, and felt that this spell was very similar to the Pen Fairy.

"It's moving, it's moving, the ghost has descended." A scholar said excitedly.

The branches placed on the sand table moved.

"I don't know where the ghost fairy is, but does he have a name?" asked the scholar next to him.

The branch swayed, and as expected, he began to write slowly on the sand table. He only wrote one word, Lu.

"It's a fairy named Lu."

The other scholars immediately became a little excited. It seemed that the ghost spirit was really invited.

"Dare to ask the shaman, I heard from the yamen that the imperial court will open Enke in Yangzhou in the spring of next year. Is this true?" Immediately, someone asked something wrong.

The branches shook, and another word was written on the sand table: true.

"That's great, the ghost gods say it's true, then the Enke will definitely be offered in the spring of next year, no, I have to hurry up and prepare for the exam." A scholar was very excited, feeling that his chance to gain fame had come again.

The other scholars scrambled to ask the spirit god various questions.

Although the shaman's words are concise and to the point, every time he speaks it is very accurate, which is amazing.

"It turned out to be Fushi. I haven't played it for a long time. The ghost fairy they invited is really powerful. They even know about Enke."

Ning Caichen opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief.

When Li Xiuyuan was in the mansion before, he disclosed the matter of Kai Enke to them. This news was obtained from Fu Tianchou, the servant of the Ministry of War. Look at it differently.

In fact, the ghost spirits invited by Fushi are not gods, most of them are little ghosts passing by, it is rare to meet a god, as for the real gods, they will not play this kind of game with you.

And the little ghosts passing by are just greedy for some incense and offerings, because after the Fushi game is over, there will be offerings for you, which are used to send the Shishi away.

Chapter 348

Li Xiuyuan has never played the game of the Ghost Immortal, but he has only heard it a few times, but he did not expect to see it today, and finally learned another interesting thing.

But after looking at it, he frowned.

If the ghosts and gods were invited to answer the questions, but the ghosts have to be here, why do you see the branches shaking but not the so-called ghosts?

Even a little ghost passing by must have a ghost at any rate.

Li Xiuyuan's eyes could see ghosts, gods and evil spirits, if there were little ghosts, he would not fail to see them.

"Weird, weird." He was puzzled.

"Brother Li, if you're interested, we might as well ask the ghost fairy about things, such as future, life expectancy, parents' well-being, etc. This ghost fairy seems to be very effective." Wang Ping felt a little moved.

Listening to this, it seems that it is rare to meet an efficacious ghost.

Of course, I don’t blame him for thinking this way, because most of the ghosts invite some passing wandering ghosts and ask them about their future. Shouyuan naturally doesn’t know. Feel ineffective.

Li Xiuyuan said: "I'm just a little curious about which ghost and god that ghost is. I'm not interested in asking about the future. If you are interested, you may wish to ask."

His future is a fog, he can't see it clearly, let alone figure it out, so it's useless to ask.

At this time, Zhu Erdan couldn't help but asked the ghost fairy: "Xiaosheng has a presumptuous question, please ask the ghost fairy to answer it. Xiaosheng wants to know all the friends here. I don't know which brother has the most agile literary talent? The most flexible mind, the most talented." Highest."

His question immediately attracted the attention of all the scholars in Qin Pavilion.

This question by Zhu Erdan can be said to tickle everyone. Everyone is a scholar, and nine out of ten of them here are scholars. Although the ranking of scholars is slightly high or low, which scholar feels that his talent is lower than others? Now that the ghost spirit has been invited, I want to know this question.

If the ghost fairy answered himself, it would be a matter of face, and it would be worth being proud of for a lifetime.

Soon, the branches on the sand table moved and began to write. A moment later, there were three words crookedly written on the sand table: Li Xiuyuan.

"Li Xiuyuan? Who is he? Why haven't I heard of him?"

"Xiaosheng has some influence. This person seems to be ranked ninth in the list of top talents this time. Well, that's right, he is ninth."

"Is this Li Xiuyuan here too?"

They didn't know Li Xiuyuan, and they didn't know that Li Xiuyuan was normal, but Wang Ping, Zhu Yu and others looked at Li Xiuyuan in surprise and said, "Brother Li, the ghost said that you have the highest talent."

Li Xiuyuan was also slightly taken aback, but then frowned again: "This is absolutely impossible."

He doesn't know whether the ghost spirit is effective or not. If it is effective, he will never say that he is the most talented, because he really can't be counted as himself. In the eyes of ghosts and gods, he is no longer in the scope of comparison. He is special. Existence, if it is not effective, it is simply incredible that this ghost can write Li Xiuyuan's name.

"Are you Li Xiuyuan?" Zhu Erdan suddenly looked at him when he heard the voice: "The person that the ghost fairy is referring to is you?"

Li Xiuyuan said: "It's true that my name is Li Xiuyuan, but the game of Fushi is not very accurate. In terms of talent, it is definitely not the best. At least Ning Caichen's talent is higher than mine."

Zhu Erdan's expression moved slightly, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

However, his modesty obviously did not convince all scholars.

"Brother, you don't need to be humble. This ghost fairy's words are very effective every time, and this time it must be true. Your talent must not be simple, otherwise the ghost fairy would not say your name."

"That's right, how could the ghost fairy's words be false? Although your talent has not been shown, I am already ashamed of myself."

"It seems that this brother Li must have retained his strength during the previous imperial examinations, otherwise the ninth grade in the first class may be far more than that."