Mystic Master of Rebirth

Su Luo walked slowly to Lin Jian's side, and stretched out his tightly clenched right hand towards him. There was a mess of red threads lying on it, which seemed to be torn from something.After Lin Jian reached out to take the red thread, Su Luo retreated slowly, his left hand still covering his chest.

"How did these red lines come from?" Gao Daguan subconsciously asked, his eyes unconsciously slipping towards Su Luo in the corner, with a strange expression on his face.

"It doesn't matter how you got here." Lin Jian changed the subject expressionlessly: "The important thing is how to use it. Mr. Gao, I can't know all these people you brought, and I need to trouble you to sort them by age .This matter is very important, but don't mess up the order."

Gao Daguan had a suspicious look on his face, and his eyes kept rolling on Lin Jian's hand.But he didn't speak after all, but turned around and ordered his nine subordinates to report their ages, and gather on his left in order from oldest to youngest.After the order was given, the nine people hesitated, with embarrassment and frustration on their faces. At this moment, the true prestige of this old and cunning royal secretary-general was finally revealed, even though the status of the nine people behind him were all extraordinary. , and even quite a few "noble blood" sons and young masters (such as that Mr. Wen Wen), but after dawdling for a long time, they moved their feet obediently, and walked to Gao Daguan's side one by one.This group of dignitaries in the upper class are good at arranging seniority, gossip and gossip, and they are absolutely familiar with each other's birth dates.Therefore, there was no need to communicate, but after only a few minutes, the group of people lined up silently, with a neat row of nine pairs of eyes staring at Gao Daguan.Gao Daguan went over the approximate ages of the nine people in his mind, and he felt that there was no mistake, so he turned around and reported to Lin Jian: "The people are lined up, what else do you want to do?"

On Lin Jian's face, there was no emotion at all, and a pair of jet-black eyes swept over the nine people standing crookedly.After looking around, he withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and threw the red string to Gao Daguan: "Everyone sticks out their thumbs, the men give their left hand, and the women show their right hand; please ask Secretary-General Gao to cut this red line into nine sections, Each person wraps a section around his thumb. This rope must be tied tightly, if it falls off and breaks, I will not be responsible for it.”

Gao Daguan stretched out his hand to take the red rope, but he saw burrs protruding from it and the fibers were scattered, it looked really loose, and it would be broken if he was not careful.He groaned endlessly in his heart, so he could only take out the knife in his pocket and carefully cut it off, and divided it among nine people.The nine people had no choice but to wrap the short piece of broken rope around their fingers, but now that the night is cold and dewy, many people's hands are so cold that they can't do anything. Repeatedly broke those weak red ropes.Fortunately, Lin Jian seemed to have prepared for it long ago. For each piece of red rope on the field, he took out a brand new one from his bosom, and the length and size were exactly the same as the broken red rope.Gao Daguan was furious watching from the sidelines, and thought to himself: "What do you mean I need to bother you when you have divided the rope? Do you intend to amuse people?" Right now, he was about to get angry, but after much deliberation, the situation was not right, so he just I can pretend nothing happened and endure it secretly.

Only a few minutes later, everyone had an extra piece of red rope in their hands.Lin Jian raised his eyes to look at them one by one, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, everyone, the next step is the main event. Put your fingers tied with the red thread on your chest, and start from the first person who looked up, and each of you stepped forward seven steps—— Remember, not too many steps, not too few steps—then ask me questions."

"Ask you a question?" The middle-aged man at the head exclaimed, "Ask what? What do you mean?!"

"Anything about me personally. From 'who are you', 'where are you from' to 'what is your dream'. As long as it is about me personally, there are all kinds of strange things, and I can say anything. I know everything, and I can say everything "Lin Jian looked indifferent, and his dark pupils slowly swept across the nine people: "However, each person is limited to seven questions, and seven must be asked. When asking questions, you must never interject, run away screaming, or have various gaffes. A move—I don't think you'd want to know the consequences. Got it?"

The nine people nodded blankly.

"Very good." Lin Jian propped up his body, fixed his eyes on the middle-aged man in the front row: "Start."

The leading middle-aged man avoided Lin Jian's gaze, and stepped forward cautiously.One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, he stopped after silently counting to seven, and found himself standing between several pieces of bloody glass.The moonlight slanted, and was refracted by the glass into a vast ocean of red light. He was in it, and he felt bloodstained all over his body in a trance.

"The...first question." The middle-aged man said tremblingly: "You...your name?"

"Gao Liang." Lin Jian said coldly: "Gao is tall, Liang is kind."

As soon as the words finished, Gao Daguan and the few people who knew Lin Jian's details were already dumbfounded. They looked at Lin Jian in amazement, obviously they couldn't figure out why this person had to temporarily change his name.And—and the name...

"Year... age?"

"57 years old, born on September 9th." Lin Jian casually agreed

This time, not only Gao Daguan, but all the nine people in the line cast horrified glances, obviously not believing that this young man with black hair and smooth skin was already 57 years old. Intimidation, I have already asked loudly.

It's just that no matter how confused they were, it was not as good as one percent of Gao Daguan's.Secretary-General Gao has always been well-informed, knowledgeable and attentive to details, and the information of his subordinates is clear, and because of this, he was even more astonished and terrified. There was only one thought in his mind: "What does Lin Jian mean? Why did he Want to say that he is Gao Liang? How does he know that Gao Liang is already 57? Obviously it was Gao Liang who asked him, why...how did he talk about Gao Liang?"

——Yes, this middle-aged man is Gao Liang, the real 57-year-old Gao Liang, who was born on September 9th.

Under the moonlight, Gao Liang's face was already pale, and it was even more strange against the bloody light.He stared at the handsome man with a calm demeanor in front of him, wanted to question him a few times, and even turned around to run away, but in the end he reluctantly remembered the vague warning.He trembled his lips, and managed to hold back the next sentence: "You...your occupation?"

"The personal assistant of Gao Daguan, the Secretary-General of the Royal Family, will soon be promoted to the Permanent Vice-Secretary of the Royal Family."

There was a sound of gasping all around.Gao Liang's face turned even paler.His whole body trembled with the voice: "You...do you have - what - strengths?"

"Excellent ability to summarize and summarize information, good at observing words and expressions, bragging and flattering, first-rate cooking skills, and second-rate card skills."

"You...you your hobbies?"

"The hobbies are monotonous, that is, I like to play a few rounds of mahjong on weekends, and I seldom go to entertainment venues——Secretary Gao, is it because of this that you set your sights on it?"

Secretary Gao did not dare to speak.Gao Liang glanced at him in horror, then turned his head again: "People—the goal of life?"

"Secretary-General of the Royal Family—I'm just kidding, Mr. Gao's position is still unimaginable... So-so, just a senior assistant of the Imperial Study?"

As soon as Lin Jian finished speaking, Gao Liang let go of the crutch with a click, and fell limply on the ground, fainted from fright.Gao Daguan's heart trembled, and he was about to rush up to help him up, but he saw Lin Jian's expression was still, and his left sleeve flicked.A gust of wind blows by, and Gao Liang wakes up with a bang.

"I've already asked six out of seven, don't give up halfway, Mr. Gao Liang." Lin Jian leisurely reminded: "I said, you probably don't want to know the consequences."

Gao Liang's face was pale, but he did not dare to disobey Lin Jian's warning.He staggered up while leaning on his crutches, staring at Lin Jian in shock and bewilderment: "You...what do you want to do?"

"It's simple." Lin Jian said without hesitation, "First hold Secretary-General Gao's thigh to be promoted to executive vice-official, and then wait for the East Palace to ascend the throne. After the crown prince ascends the throne, he will definitely support his own people. As long as he fawns well, it should not be a problem to enter the imperial study. Later Take it easy."

What he was talking about was Gao Liang's secret.

Gao Liang squirmed his lips, but finally couldn't say a word.He stared blankly at Lin Jian, his face full of trance.Lin Jian didn't pay any attention to him, he turned his head and glanced at the remaining eight people, and said kindly, "Next?"

All eight of them took a step back.

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With a loud bang, the last window in the corridor was finally wiped out.Su Luo bent down and picked up a few large pieces of broken glass, walked over and handed them to Lin Jian who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.Lin Jian took the glass and looked at the moonlight carefully, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Boss Su is very decisive. I thought you would worry about smashing the window. Speaking of which, this is the property of the royal family, right?"

"The windows of the hospital are all specially designed." Su Luo didn't seem to hear Lin Jian's joke at all: "It is difficult to break from a frontal impact, but there are special stress points, as long as the direction of the knock is correct, it can be easily broken. This is For emergency escape considerations, ordinary doctors will grasp it."

"So you think it's an emergency and you can break the glass directly?" Lin Jian said thoughtfully, "It's not unreasonable."

He stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of broken glass, looked at it for a moment, then rolled up his sleeve, and scratched his wrist.

His movements are flowing and flowing, relaxed and freehand, as natural as asking his pulse.Before Su Luo could react, Lin Jian's wrist was already dripping with blood.His mind was blank, and he rushed out involuntarily: "What are you doing?!"

"Blood sacrifice. The spells in southern Xinjiang generally require blood and flesh." Without looking back, Lin Jian threw out the piece of glass with a wave of his hand. Blood dripped down his wrist, but his skin was smooth and intact. What else is broken.Su Luo stopped abruptly, and suddenly felt angry: "What the hell are you doing?"

"The special effect of the head-down technique." Lin Jian didn't expect Su Luo's reaction to be so intense. He hesitated for a moment, and his tone was rarely guilty: "Some wizards in Nanban even have tattoos on their hair and skin all over their bodies. The effect of this witchcraft is indeed a bit terrifying..."

Su Luo looked at him coldly without saying a word.

Lin Jian had no choice but to quietly put down the second fragment in her hand, turned her head and smiled flatteringly: "...So Mr. Su, next time you encounter this kind of witchcraft, you must be cautious, this kind of magic is the most weird and terrifying In terms of frightening Taoism, you can't keep up with flattery—but the conditions for this kind of magic are very strict, and you have to put something on the caster..."

"I'm going to prepare the red line." Su Luo interrupted him bluntly, "Don't get yourself into trouble."

He turned and walked towards the shadows, never looking back.

The author has something to say: the art of witchcraft originally originated in the south, as can be seen from Qu Yuan's poems.There has been a strong animistic tradition in the south since ancient times, and it is believed that there are strange ghosts and spirits everywhere in the vegetation, mountains and rivers, and they can use them to perform magic.However, according to Taiping Guang’s records, the art of witchcraft can easily expose its hidden possessions (for example, in the Sui cat ghost incident, the reason why the performer was quickly seized, according to the records in the book, was because the performer used his own body when summoning the ghost. Surnames, names, and even birth dates are written on talismans as collateral for cat ghosts—how is this different from courting death?), so they were quickly eliminated, and people began to turn to Taoism with less power but greatly improved secrecy.According to Taiping Guangji, the officials of Emperor Zetian may have used magic to curse the emperor's political enemies.At that time, there was a Beijing official. The whole family died of strange illness within one month. They all died in the same way.In the end, some good people counted and found that none of the relatives in the fifth service of the father's party and the mother party survived, which was equivalent to being punished by the nine clans.

In addition, similar things happened when Zhu Wen usurped the Tang Dynasty. At that time, Zhu Wen and the aristocratic family had many discords, and they wanted to kill each other.In the end, Zhu Wen's brain got hot, and he first filled the Yellow River with all the outstanding people from the high-ranking clan (the clean stream of his generation should go to the turbid stream!), and then the rest must be wiped out.According to unofficial history (it seems to be also Taiping Guangji?), there was a Taoist priest who offered spells to Zhu Wen (it is also said that it came out of the grave), which can make the nobles of the aristocratic family die early from illness, and those who die will not live in peace. All the daughters died young, and it was guaranteed that they would cut off their children and grandchildren, male robbers and female prostitutes, and they would never be able to turn over forever.

So Taoism is a shortcut to political struggle, it’s all right.