Counterattack Xiaoxian

Act eclectically! Ji Lingchu secretly thought, are you praising me?

Just listen to Guanshi Jia say: "That's it. I have a nephew who is accompanying me this time. He has a precious seed in his hand and has been unable to grow hair. I heard that Master Sang is staying here, so I want to ask the master to take a look. I wonder if I can help him." Introduction?"

Ji Lingchu had heard Master Sang say that "treasure seeds" are seeds of high-grade plants. Some of them must be promoted by secret methods in order to grow. This matter is indeed professionally relevant, but the old man has acquired the Taobao king ant, and he will not want to If you don't care about other things, asking is just asking for trouble.

He didn't want to refute the old patriarch's face, so he said: "Master Sang is busy with other matters. If you are willing to wait, I can give it a try."

Manager Jia said, "I'll be waiting for a while, waiting for news from you."

After the matter was done, Guanshi Jia led the people away, and Ji Lingchu told the old patriarch about his outing. The old patriarch agreed, but asked him to follow the saint closely and be careful.

After leaving the village, Ji Lingchu rode up to the Mountain Boar King and soon arrived at the Yao God Palace.

"Brother Noriko!" Hanazang couldn't help but be filled with joy when he saw him. The boy took on an errand after the saint recovered from her injury and was not too busy. The two of them got together and had endless things to say.

Ji Lingchu checked into the original room and felt very friendly. In fact, he came here one night earlier mainly for the convenience of travel. Another purpose was to find someone to learn about ancient Yaowen.

He felt that if anyone knew the ancient Yao text today, it must be in the Yao Shrine.

Ji Lingchu took Hua Zang as his companion and wandered around, observing the murals and statues in the temple, and asking questions about everyone he saw, but nothing came of it, and he didn't know where to start.

So he told Hanazang his thoughts. He just said that he was curious. Hanazang knew his temperament and did not doubt him. He just laughed and said it was impossible. How could it be so simple with words that even the saint didn't understand?

Finally, the boy couldn't stand his torture anymore, so he came up with an idea, saying that there was a gravekeeper in the apse cemetery. This man was very old, and he probably knew a lot of old secrets, so he might as well ask him.

The two walked together through the apse to a vegetable field. At the end of the vegetable field was the cemetery, and next to the cemetery was a crumbling old house.

Huazang stepped forward and knocked on the door, but there was no sound for a long time. Just as he was suspicious, the door slowly opened, and orange light came out. An old voice asked: "Is it Huazang? You are the only one who still wants to visit me." Old man!"

When the door was half-closed, an old man leaned out. He was holding the door and seemed to be panting. His face was too dark to see clearly. Hanazang quickly said, "Grandpa, I'm bringing a friend over to see you."

The old man held a lantern in his hand, muttered something, and then said: "Follow me."

They followed the old man and walked inside. The room was dark, with only the flickering light of the lantern. Everything seemed hazy, and some scrolls, herbs, and tortoise shells could be vaguely seen.

The old man came to a statue of Yao, placed the lantern on the altar, and invited the two of them to sit down on a straw mat. When Ji Lingchu looked at the old man, he realized that he was actually a blind man.

Ji Lingchu looked at Huazang, who nodded.

No wonder the room was so dark. It turned out that the old man didn't need any light at all. He only carried the lantern for the convenience of outsiders. This was strange. I don't know how he qualified for the job of guarding the tomb.

Huazang said softly: "Grandpa, if you have anything to do on weekdays, you can ask me to do it. You should also go out more often. Staying alone in the house is not good for your health."

The old man coughed several times and said: "You are serious. After decades, the old blind man has long been used to it."

Huazang said helplessly: "The person next to me is a distinguished guest from the clan. He wants to ask you something."

"Ahem, what's the matter?"

Ji Lingchu took the conversation and said, "You know Zhen Yuan Zhu, right?"

"Haha, I know, I know, it's right in front of the palace. You usually beat your legs down there."

He actually knows me?

Ji Lingchu showed a surprised expression, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes. Seeing no response, he said: "You are joking, I was practicing Kung Fu. What I asked about was the real Zhenyuan Pillar, the one refined by Saint Gong Magi himself. One stick."

"Oh! That's hundreds of years old. How could the old blind man live so long?"

"Then do you know the ancient Yao script?"

The old man looked displeased: "You are asking blind questions."

"Isn't there something you haven't heard of?"

"Ahem, little kid, why are you asking this?"

Ji Lingchu hesitated for a moment and said: "I usually like these, but I heard that the ancient Yao text was lost, and I feel it is a pity."

"It's interesting. You are a Fu man, but you worry about the affairs of the Red Spider Department. Don't you understand what taboos are?"

When Ji Lingchu heard that something was wrong, he quickly said: "I'm just curious, just curious..."

"Haha!" the old man said: "Don't worry, I know you have no bad intentions, but you, a foreigner, shouldn't ask about the secrets of the Youwu clan, and you can't ask."

Looks like there's no chance! Ji Lingchu knew that he had gone overboard, so he stopped mentioning the matter, said a few words to the old man, and prepared to leave.

When he stood up, he saw that the lantern on the altar was too close to the edge. He was afraid that the old man would knock it over, so he moved it inside.

At this moment, the lights suddenly exploded. The lantern seemed to be a little brighter than before, and a strange light flashed across the old man's face.

Ji Lingchu patted Huazang and signaled him to say goodbye to the old man, but the old man suddenly said inexplicably: "Since Yao Zu favors me, I'm afraid it's God's will, that's all!"

"I heard that you are going to the Iron String Club. When I was a child, I heard a song by the Iron String Man. It is said to be related to the ancient Yaowen. Please listen carefully."

As if memories came to his mind, he sang in a hoarse voice:

Thirty nights

moonlight hanging

Armless doll

Looking for grandma

Wear a yarn

God sprinkles salt

It’s difficult to travel

Tears and flowers

Grandma

Tears and flowers

......

What the old man sang seemed to be a nursery rhyme. Ji Lingchu and Hua Zang were confused. They couldn't figure out the meaning of "baby", "grandma" and "salt". When they were about to ask for advice, the old man waved his hand. They leave.

The two of them were puzzled, but they couldn't disturb them any more, so they had to write down the nursery rhymes carefully and left.

In the warehouse, the old man sat alone for a long time. He touched the lantern next to him. With a shake of his hands, the wick suddenly lit up. He escaped from the lantern and rushed into a dark corner.

There was a black figure sliding down from the wall like a piece of picture paper, and stretched out two fingers to clamp the wick.

The wick made a strange "squeaking" sound, twisted and struggled violently, and the black shadow suddenly spurted out a stream of black smoke. The wick turned into a stiff insect as if it had been attacked by extreme cold.

The black shadow slowly stepped forward to light the oil lamp on the divine table, turned around and revealed his face, but it was Mr. Qi.

He threw the bug out with his hand and said mockingly: "I didn't expect that Qi Laosan, who was so famous in the past, would now be pitied by two yellow-mouthed brats. It's really ridiculous."