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There is no rain falling on Jinyun Mountain, and even the wind is strictly controlled. The sun spreads the light evenly on the mountain, like drying rice, drying out the few vitality in winter.

Li Shiyi took Song Nineteen's hand and walked up, followed by A Luo and A Yin.The mountain path was still a little muddy, with fresh soil sticking to the soles of the shoes. Song Nineteen looked down at the road, holding a crescent-colored cheongsam skirt in one hand, and a circle of warm raccoon fur on the blue-black wool coat, which was itchy Scratching her pointed chin tenderly.

She looked sideways at Li Shishi again. She was wearing a taupe-colored long padded jacket with wide sleeves and a high collar, which made her cold face look as bright as after washing. Her black hair was braided from the top of her head like a fishbone and folded into a loose shape. The loose strands were pushed aside, and they were placed on the chest, turning into a full-colored fur.Seeing Song Nineteen looking at her, she raised her black gloved right hand and tightened the dark green cloak over it.

Song Nineteen was also dissatisfied with this.Li Shishi's hands were extremely delicate, and this was the first time he covered them up, only showing her the faintly bright wrists.

Li Shishi remembers that the last time she wore gloves was when the thousand-year-old tomb in Henan was disturbed ten years ago. The palms of her hands became sweaty when she turned the pages of the book the first night. I can't hold the cigarette stick.

Her hands are her heart, if you hold your tension, you won't be able to see it.

It’s not long since I came back last time, but it’s not like I’ve entered a mountain. The leaves are clean, and the branches are old and bristling, like fish out of water. The raised knots are a pair of dry fish eyes. He stared at several young girls in their prime and lifelessness.

Without the eerie and treacherous wind, everything becomes very straightforward.

Fortunately, there has been no "ghost hitting the wall" in the past two months, and there are a few pedestrians sporadically on the mountain road.The hunter who was cutting firewood passed by, his back basket was bumped, and a gust of sweaty cold wind was blown up. After a few glances at them, he hurried down the mountain again.

The road was asked by a wandering soul at the foot of the mountain. Walking further inside, the path became narrower and narrower. The fallen leaves were covered with water and covered with scattered paper money. some color.The paper money went up the mountain, and a small tomb was built on the side of the end. The soil was so fresh that it seemed to be newly buried.

A Yin leaned his neck and took a look, then said with a smile: "This is the first school on the top of the mountain, but it's still spacious."

Disrespecting heaven and earth and not tabooing ghosts and gods has always been such an arrogant appearance.

Now snuggling next to King Yan Luo, it even showed the arrogance of a fox pretending to be a tiger.

Ah Luo smiled softly, didn't speak, and only led her forward.Then followed the stream and walked halfway around the hill, until the foreheads of several people were covered with sweat. Song Nineteen brushed the sticky fluff on his neck, and when he looked up, he saw a simple fortune-telling booth by the roadside.

The stall was very ordinary in the bleak winter scenery, so ordinary that it was so abrupt.A wooden table with a width of half a person stands upright with a blue and white cloth signboard, with the cursive word "Shu" in the center

The words were half-dropped, showing some age-old mottled.Behind the stall is an old man with white beard and drooping eyelids. His cheeks are so thin that they are sunken, but his body is bulging. When he finished, he took out his hands and asked with a smile, "Girls, do you want to tell your fortune?"

His voice was very hoarse, like a dilapidated bellows, and he gasped for a while, with the adhesion of old phlegm stuck in his throat, as if the fingernails scratched and pulled on the eardrum twice, it was extremely uncomfortable to listen to.

Li Shixi raised his eyes to look twice, then took Song Shijiu's hand forward, and stopped in front of the stall.The cool fragrant wind sent the shadow to the tabletop with a short leg, and the old man stopped shaking his knees against the wooden table.

"What is good at counting?" she asked.

The old man's face was shrunk, like a bunch of flowers that had been wilted by the sun, he glanced back and forth, and laughed: "Marriage, fortunetelling, dream prediction, and auspiciousness."

Because they are girls who haven't opened their faces, they put marriage first.

Li Shishi stretched out his hand, flipped through a blue leather booklet on the left side with the fingertips of the glove, and asked, "How do you calculate it?"

"horoscope, character testing, tortoise shell, astrology."

A Yin snorted, and leaned on the table: "My aunt is an expert in face-to-face divination. Let me ask you, what kind of teacher and school did you learn?"

Seeing Li Shishi asking unhurriedly, she knew there was a reason, so she continued to speak.

"Miss, you have a happy face, so you must be happy." The old man squinted his eyes without being annoyed, grinned with one of his front teeth, and shook his head, "Patriarch, Patriarch Wang Chan, is your ear familiar?"

"Guiguzi!" Ayin sneered and moved his waist, "Of all the divination men in Sijiucheng Hutong, eight out of ten are Guiguzi's great-great-great-great-grandchildren."

"What about the other two?" Song Nineteen asked.

"The remaining two are louder, they are great-great-grandchildren."

Arrow pressed his finger against his lower lip, and smiled very reservedly.Still smiling, the old gentleman dragged back the blue booklet that Li Shishi had knocked on, and placed it neatly in the center, without raising his head, he said, "The girl doesn't count, that's all."

"I'll count." Li Shishi said.

The old man raised his brows and stared at her, blinked his eyelids in deliberation, then stretched out his shrunken neck, amused: "That's good, what is a girl?"

Li Shishi picked up a blank piece of paper and turned his eyes to the brush beside him.

The brush was hardened by the cold, and it was sticking out with a grin. The old man laughed, took it and moistened it twice in his mouth, and then dipped it in ink that had not yet solidified, and handed it to Li Shishi with his backhand, without even caring about wiping the corner of his mouth. Ink, just staring at the rice paper with interest: "Birthdays are written vertically, starting from here, the format is better."

Li Shishi didn't dislike it either. He pursed his lips and smiled. He picked up his pen in a good manner, and wrote the word "Juanxiu" under the eyes of the old man.

"Birthday is unnecessary." She handed the words to the old man.

The gentleman saw it clearly, the smile on his face froze, squinted at Li Shishi for half a time, and still smiled: "This is it?"

"My name." Li Shi stood up all the time.

The old man lifted the paper a little higher, looked at it, and then at Li Shishi. The word "Lingheng" came out from the back of the paper, which made his hands tremble for no reason.

Li Shiyi lowered his eyes to listen, but saw that he put the paper on the table, put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone into the blue cloth pocket hanging from his neck, wrapped the booklet again, and stood up with his neck curled up. : "Forget it!"

He bowed his back and just turned around, but saw a frail girl in a long skirt drop the umbrella she was holding, barely blocking him, and the shadow oppressively covered his nose.Holding an umbrella, the girl still had a figure like a weeping willow and a voice like warm water, and asked him, "Why don't you count?"

After she finished speaking, she flicked her wrist, and stepped back with her umbrella around the old man. The old man was unsteady and staggered, but a pair of hands clinging to the cigarette stick appeared beside him, wrapping him around the crimson trouser belt around his waist. Pick it up, grab it with the other hand, and pull it back hard.

The cry of killing a pig suddenly sounded, and the misery in the wilderness became more and more miserable. A Yin and Song Shijiu came back to their senses, and took a closer look, but what kind of pants were caught in Li Shishi's hand? The belt was clearly a fluffy, lively, long tail that trembled.

Ayin exclaimed, covering her lips with her hands.

Ah Luo smiled slightly, stepped forward and stretched his hand behind the stunned old man's ear, and with a slight pull, he peeled off a pair of fishy face. The monster in front of him said: "Where are you going? Huh."

Seeing that the gate of life was being pinched, and hearing this, the slut knew that struggling was useless, so she put down her hand, showing a hairy face that looked like a monkey but not a monkey, like an ape but not an ape.The facial features are the same as those of the same person, much younger and more immature than before, the skin under the miscellaneous hair is faintly red, and it looks like a young man with a shorter stature.

The corners of its mouth are grinning upwards, still a natural smiling face, but the corners of its eyes are drooping, as if it is depressed.

It wanted to ask itself where the flaws were exposed, but it was useless to think about it with a frown. There is a fortune-telling booth in the wilderness, and no one can see something strange.

But I heard Li Shixi ask: "You have passed through the past and know the past, why did you start a business of asking divination?"

Xuan Xuan wanted to speak, but when she moved her body and pulled her tail sorely, she grinned her teeth and signaled Li Shishi to let go.Li Shiyi withdrew his strength according to his words, still holding its precious tail, listening to it say: "It is through the past, but not knowing the future, knowing the past without knowing the consequences, and it is a great regret, this is hard work." The way of prophecy."

After it finished speaking, seeing A Yin frowning and looking at it strangely, he was very unconvinced and raised his voice: "I'm sorry, I have pursuits, ideals, desires to improve, and desires to be perfected?"

"What kind of anger are you doing?" A Yin was so frightened that he retracted his chin, paused, and asked it again, "Since you have such an ideal, why don't you do the business that just came to your door?"

Xuan Xuan drooped his ears when he heard the words: "It's useless."

After finishing speaking, it looked at the lanterns blocking it sadly, and pointed to them one by one: "Your Majesty, King of Hades."

It stopped, thought about the two pairs of clasped fingers just now, and then tapped Song Nineteen Tong Ayin: "Fu Jun's wife, Yan Wang's wife."

"The four great Buddhas are here today, but I haven't even counted. Can I still eat this bowl of rice?"

Song Nineteen pinked his cheeks, and said softly: "Everyone has their own fate, you have this unique ability, it is already very remarkable, as the saying goes, wisdom will hurt, so why should you be proficient in everything?"

It was only then that Xuan Xuan took a serious look at her, but felt that her eyes were dim and familiar, and she couldn't remember it for a while.

It has a lot of facts in its mind, and if it wants to sort it out carefully, it still needs to be done.

Song Nineteen said again: "Today I went up the mountain, I also asked you."

It had already guessed what he said, and was about to make a few sentences with Joe, but suddenly felt a pain in his tail, and was pinched with relish, so he could only close his eyes and ask, "What's the matter?"

Song Nineteen was silent, and said: "I don't remember who I am, I want to ask you, who am I."

"It's easy." Yan Xun grabbed his square hat, put it squarely on, cleared his throat, and raised his chin at Li Shishi.Li Shishi let go of the long tail, and Ah Luo also put away the umbrella, but he saw Xuanxian stretching out his hand towards her, with a stubborn look of reluctance.

Ah Luo understood in twos and twos, and returned the dough he was clutching to it.You put it on carefully, stroked two more, still hunched over in the posture of a worldly expert, then walked slowly to the desk, flipped through the blue leather booklet, and took out a brief The hard paper, after thinking about it before handing it out, turned sideways and bowed to Li Shishi: "Lord Ling Heng."

Li Shiyi frowned, and heard it say sincerely: "When my soul returns to Mount Tai, and I want to enter reincarnation, you can arrange a fortune teller's fortune for me, the most proficient one, will it work?"

The little monkey was so respectful and respectful that it was a bit funny, A Yin couldn't hold back and let out a "poof", but saw it turned his face seriously: "This is an ideal."

"Gu..." When grandma made up the dream, you didn't know which mountain you were on.

Ah Yin glanced at Ah Luo, but held back, and only subdued: "Yes, yes, yes."

Now that he was in a good mood, seeing Li Shiyi nodding his head, he knew that he had listened, so he handed out the paper happily, and then immersed himself in his pen: "A little clue, a sporadic memory, do you have any? Write it down, one or two One word will do."

Song Nineteen took the pen, thought for a while, and leaned over to write the character "Nine".

The simple strokes took shape while she breathed, and the careless omissions left by the prostitute also took shape in Song Shijiu's concentrating side face with his lips pursed. There was a "click" in his heart, and he jumped like cutting a candle, and he could not help but move his back. straighten up.

Seeing that Song Nineteen's book was finished, Xuan Xuan took it with both hands, looked at it silently for a while, coughed twice, and said, "Come with me."

The group of people walked up the mountain again with Suu. The winding mountain road could not see the end. After walking for about half an hour, the falling night gradually enveloped the quiet surroundings. Fortunately, the view from the top of the mountain was wide, and you could see the stretches of mountains below the mountain. The lanterns are the same as the farmhouse fireworks that look like clusters of mountain flowers halfway up the mountain.

The light was reflected in a crescent-shaped water source, and then stopped, walked around the small lake for a few steps, chose the best place with the best light, sat down, and looked at the white panting behind him. Song Nineteen stretched out his hand: "Hair."

Song Nineteen stared blankly at Li Shishi, reached out and pulled out a long hair, and handed it to him.

At some point, Xuanxu took out a thin silver needle, passed her curvy hair through the eye of the needle, stretched it slightly, and buried her head to embroider along the character "Nine".

After one piece was embroidered and the characters were still not covered, Xuan Xuan stretched out his hand again, and Song Nineteen handed over another piece in a good manner.Then came the second, and then the third.

She looked at the movement of Xuanxuan flying up and down, and touched her long curly hair in fear. Fortunately, Li Shishi asked "Nine", if it was a difficult word to write, she might be going bald.

Everything was quiet, only the sound of rustling leaves and gurgling water, only the occasional barking of dogs from nearby people, which was somewhat human-like. Song Nineteen sat by the lake with his head resting on his arms to watch. Li Eleven.

The stitches and threads of Suan are weaving her past, but she is no longer nervous or panic, she has never been so calm, and she has never been so like a blank sheet of paper.She felt that she had something unshakable, and this certainty made her steadfast and calm. She could look at Li Shishi in any capacity, through any emotion, as long as she was still by her side.

Then she has nothing to fear.

Song Nineteen twitched his eyelashes, and heard Xuan Xuan say, "It's done!"

She straightened up, her hand was stuffed with embroidered paper.Xuan Xuan said: "Sit cross-legged, hold the embroidered characters with both hands, and close your eyes."

Song Nineteen glanced at Li Eleven, then closed it as he said.

The characters embroidered with hair gradually became hot in her hands, burning her palms hotly. The spirit snake was nourished by bones and blood, and woke up from hibernation after a full sleep. Spit out the letter, and then happily rushed to the limbs and bones.

The light penetrating through the eyelids went out after a few struggles, and Li Shiyi, who was smiling softly in his head, also went out after two flickers. The breath, the mountains and the night contained in the ears were all gone. Swimming fish, there is no active breath, only endless darkness.

Song Nineteen lowered his head as if in a state of concentration, Ah Yin bit his lower lip and clutched his clothes nervously, Ah Luo silently held the lantern, not knowing what he was thinking about.

And Li Shishi just looked at Song Shijiu, without any expression on her face, except for the flickering eyes that held her faintly trembling fingertips, and then sank down again.

A magnificent and monstrous epiphyllum bloomed in her eyes, inheriting the ghostly charm of the night, the clearness of the lake, the wide opening and closing of the mountains, and the independence of the pavilions left behind in the empty valley.Song Nineteen's red lips parted slightly, and the hair on the back of his head was pulled and rolled slightly.

Li Shiyi focused his attention, but heard a faint sound of "collapse", which rolled away from his ears, and then there was a sudden commotion at the foot of the mountain and halfway up the mountain.

The exclamation voice was short and hasty, and it rose up and scattered like birds and beasts, as if it was just a sound of gongs and drums in the world. Ayin frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ah Luo raised his eyes and said softly: "The lights around are all off."

Only then did A Yin withdraw from the tense atmosphere and noticed something strange about her surroundings.At the foot of the mountain, the circuits for the magnificent western-style buildings to light up half the sky were cut off, and the red lanterns of the majestic old houses were extinguished one by one. The Martian sons all buried their heads and surrendered to the most primitive darkness.

And the faint light between Song Nineteen's brows is the only salvation in the dark night.

Seeing her eyelids twitch abruptly, Xuan Xuan asked her in a hoarse voice, "What did you see?"

"I see...candles." Song Nineteen did not open his eyes, and spoke hesitantly.

Yingying shimmering, shaking.

Xuan Xuan laughed: "Candle, that's right."

The hesitation on Song Nineteen's face descended like an ebbing tide, her pursed lips slowly let go, with a faint smile on her face, her brows were proud and flamboyant, hiding only a little bit of her dismissive attitude.

She heard a hoarse voice say - candlelight, that's right.

"Zhu Jiuyin, Lord Nine."