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Early the next morning, the two went to the city to buy clothes. Their plan was to let Chang Qin pretend to be a nouveau riche, and he took a fancy to Shenggu Temple, a treasured place of geomantic omen, and wanted to spend a lot of money to buy it to protect himself for life. Wuyou, and Xi Ling pretended to be a great immortal, and was invited by Mr. Chang to test Fengshui.

So, the quiet village where ghosts were about to crawl out suddenly became lively that day. I saw a big black Mercedes driving into the village arrogantly all the way. The villagers were so poor that when they saw the luxury car, they gathered together Looking from the side of the road, I saw that the car stopped straight outside the Shenggu Temple, and two people got off the back seat, one of them was big and round, wearing a black suit, with a briefcase under the creaking nest, although this person was blocked by large sunglasses Most of the face is covered, but it can still be seen that the appearance is handsome and compelling, and there is a kind of youthful wisdom that is extremely inconsistent with the figure. From the other side of the door, a great fairy in a light yellow robe, who looks young, pokes on the lips. He has a mustache, and his eyebrows and eyes are very good-looking. When he smiles, he bends into a crescent moon, and the corners of his eyes sink into the fine bangs.

Most of the people in the village were tall and thick, and suddenly there were two delicate-looking people, and everyone couldn't help whispering and talking about it.I saw the fat boss supporting the invited Daxian, pointing respectfully at the Shenggu Temple in front of him, and asked, "Look, Daxian, this is the Shenggu Temple. , enjoy the glory of life."

Daxian stared at the gate of the temple seriously for a few seconds with a straight face, and then paced up and down in front of the house. The big boss and a group of villagers who watched the excitement followed him to this end and then to the other end. Daxian frowned, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then suddenly shook his head.

"What?" The boss asked hastily, startled by his reaction.

Daxian raised one hand in mid-air, meaning don't be in a hurry, let me have a look again, the boss stopped muttering, followed Daxian into the temple, and walked around the main hall, Daxian just cleared up. Clearing his throat, he said slowly, "This is an ominous place."

"Nonsense!" the big boss said angrily, "This is the blessed land that I was recommended by the Buddha after hundreds of times of begging before the Buddha. The Immortal doesn't understand, so don't talk nonsense."

"Don't blame the benefactor, let me take a look again." As he said, he walked slowly around the main hall again, and the big boss secretly cried out in his heart: "Okay, you Xi Daxian, fake Daxian, you go around in circles, take it." I was playing like a monkey, but my face remained calm, and I still followed step by step, and a group of villagers also huffed like farts in a long line behind, walking behind with every step and three pauses.

When he came to a certain corner, Xi Ling, who was pretending to be a great immortal, suddenly stopped unexpectedly, and Chang Qin behind him almost bumped his head on his head, only to see Xi Daxian's expression froze, and his eyes were firmly fixed on a certain place, as if he had discovered something. What a big thing, and he said plausibly: "It looks like a fairy up close, but it's not a fairy, and it looks like a Buddha from a distance. Repeatedly said, "Those who abandon me will not keep the day of yesterday; those who disturb my mind will worry more about today."

"Great Immortal." Boss Chang waited for him to finish reading, then poked his head over and asked nervously, "Did you find anything?"

Xi Daxian let out a long sigh, and said in a mysterious way: "This place is very cloudy, I hope the benefactor will think twice."

"What Yin Qi!" Boss Chang turned his face in a second, "It's a good temple, where is the Yin Qi coming from? It's only been out of incense for a few years here, and the immortal doesn't understand, so don't talk nonsense!" Call the driver who is with you to drive the magic stick away.

After hearing what the Great Immortal said, the onlookers turned pale with fright, whispering among themselves, and the small temple was suddenly noisy.

"Benefactor, wait a minute!" Xi Daxian turned to one side, avoiding the driver's hand stretched out to him, closed his eyes tightly, folded his five fingers together, chanted some spell in a low voice, then slowly opened his eyes and said, "May I ask if the benefactor wants to give up?" Talk to this spirit?"

Chang Qin was about to blurt out a conversation, when he suddenly remembered that he was "bearing a heavy responsibility", so he curled his lips and said reluctantly, "That's fine, how can we talk?"

Xi Ling didn't answer him, but took out a bundle of bamboo sticks from the small bag he was carrying, spread them out on the ground, took out one and put it aside, and divided the remaining sticks into two in his hands, "using like Liangyi" Xi Ling moved his hands flexibly while talking to himself, and then took any one from his right hand and placed it between the little fingers of his left hand, "hang one to resemble three." After Xi Ling finished speaking, he took four more Bamboo sticks form a group, first use the right hand to divide the bamboo sticks in the left hand, and then use the left hand to divide the bamboo sticks in the right hand. Like four o'clock", after quickly counting the remaining bamboo sticks in both hands, Xi Ling thought for a while, then put the bamboo sticks in both hands together again, and then divided them into two parts, the same as the first time-sharing. Similarly, take one of the bamboo sticks in the right hand and put it between the little fingers of the left hand, then use the right hand to divide the bamboo sticks in the left hand, and then use the left hand to divide the bamboo sticks in the right hand, and count the remaining bamboo sticks on both hands again. , He combined the two bamboo sticks together and divided them into four parts. He still took the right one and put it between the little fingers of his left hand. With his right hand, he counted the bamboo sticks in the left hand first, and then counted the bamboo sticks in the right hand with his left hand. , the bamboo sticks in both hands are divided into groups of four. After counting the groups, Xi Ling counted the remaining bamboo sticks in both hands and murmured in a low voice: "Qianjinjiazi Wairenwu, Kan Shuiwuyin Waiwushen. Gentu Bingchen Wai Bingxu, Zhenmu Gengzi Gengwu Lin. Sunmu Xinchou and Xinwei, Lihuo Jimao Jiyouxun. Kuntu Yiwei added Guichou, Dingsi Dinghaichen. "Suddenly his eyes rolled, he stared at Chang Qin, and said softly, "I have exchanged souls with the souls of the dead. It is reported that not long ago, there was a fire here, and the villagers suffered heavy losses. My old man lives in this temple. This temple has no heating cotton in winter, and no source of epidemic prevention in summer. It is precarious. The situation is miserable. Within a year, more than half of the illness will pass away. In the land of fire, unmelted souls will gather here to denounce the chief culprit!"

After Xi Ling's words were correct and sonorous, the villagers were scared to death. The timid ones fled home to find their mothers, and the brave ones followed behind them, unwilling to wait for the next sentence. .

"If the benefactor can trust me, he can come in three days." Xi Ling said to Chang Qin, but his eyes passed him, and looked at the few villagers who were not afraid of trouble behind him. The rest of the big-hearted people were also frightened and fled around. In the end, there were only Chang Qin, Xi Ling, and the impersonated driver in the temple.

They looked at the empty surroundings, exchanged a proud look with each other, told the driver to wait for them for a while, and then they came to the side hall where old man Zhu lived, and briefly told old man Zhu what happened just now, Old man Zhu is actually not illiterate like many villagers. He went to school for a few years when he was a child, and even brought a few books with him to read when he was sent here.

"Speaking of which, what are those nagging things you got just now, can they really summon spirits?" Chang Qin asked.

"Of course it's impossible." Xi Ling laughed, "I learned the method of divination from the "Book of Changes", and it's not some kind of witchcraft." After speaking, he looked at old man Zhu and said solemnly, "Anyone who has a little culture Everyone knows that I am fooling, but if you want people to know, you have to do it yourself, since those people are scared by me, they must feel uncomfortable when they do such a thing."

"Master, pack up your things quickly, we will take you into the city and enjoy a delicious meal." Chang Qin said as he untied a circle of thick cotton wrapped around his waist, and wiped his sweat, " Wrapping up in such a thing in summer almost makes me dizzy from the heat."

Poor Uncle Zhu drank white porridge all day long, never knew what the so-called good food was, he was laughing at himself, and started packing his pile of worthless rags without saying a word, when a plainly dressed, looking man walked in from the door And the bookish man with glasses, when he saw the three of them, he smiled and said: "Yo, Uncle Zhu is so lively here today."

When Uncle Zhu saw him, he greeted him enthusiastically, and introduced to them, "This is Xiao Wu. He works in a government agency in the city. He cares about the elderly here. As long as he returns to the village on vacation, he will definitely come here." Every time I visit us, I will bring some food to honor everyone, but unfortunately, now I am the only one who can enjoy this blessing."

Xiao Wu looked at the two of them and smiled politely: "Hello, my name is Wu Jing. I haven't seen you before. Are you a tourist here?"

"Yes." Chang Qin nodded at him, "I was visiting here, but I suddenly heard what happened to Uncle Zhu. We are young and energetic, so we are ready to fight against injustice."

"This is director Chang Qinchang, and this is lawyer Xi Lingxi. They are both big bosses and cultural people who work in the city. This time, they are here to see me at the behest of my grandson." Uncle Zhu said separately. He patted both of them on the shoulder and said proudly.

Wu Jing laughed: "There are not many enthusiastic young people like you now."

"May I ask if Brother Wu is from the village?" Xi Ling stepped forward and asked.

"You can just call me Xiao Wu." Wu Jing said politely, "Yes, I'm from this village, but I don't usually live here, and I only go back to my hometown on holidays. Come and see Uncle Zhu."

"Oh." Xi Ling nodded, "May I ask Xiao Wu to do us a favor?"

"Just tell me if you have anything to say." Wu Jing replied straightforwardly.

"We are new here, and we are not familiar with the place, so please ask Xiao Wu to take us to the fields that were destroyed by fire."

"What are you doing there?" Wu Jing looked suspicious.

Xi Ling smiled: "Of course there is something to do."

Wu Jing saw that he looked calm and didn't intend to explain, so he didn't ask any more questions, and said boldly: "This is simple, I will take you there."

The place they were going to was very close to the temple, just a few steps away. The group of people stood on the edge of the rice field that was burned to ashes by the fire. They saw a barren area for hundreds of miles, only a few green grasses sprang from the black soil. Jumping out, can't help but make people sigh.

"What a beautiful piece of land, why don't you grow food anymore?" Xi Ling asked Wu Jing who was beside him.

"The land has been burned, and the soil has a certain impact on growing food. Nitrogen fertilizer and organic matter are almost zero, and the soil structure has also been damaged. Microbes have lost their activity, and crops cannot grow normally." Wu Jing replied.

Xi Ling nodded clearly, and sighed, "What a pity."

"By the way, my house is nearby, do you want to come with me?" Wu Jing greeted warmly.

"Since your home is so close to Shenggu Temple, why didn't you take Uncle Zhu to live in your home?" Xi Ling didn't appreciate it, but said sharply.

Wu Jing heard that he was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer, but Uncle Zhu smoothed things over for him and said: "Xiao Wu is afraid that the villagers will make irresponsible remarks, and now I am the only old man who was sent to the temple. If he brings me out again , the villagers are worried that they will suffer retribution if they offend the holy lady again."

Xi Ling sneered, and looked at Chang Qin. Seeing the latter drooping down his thick long eyelashes calmly, he suddenly put on a beautiful smile and said, "We have been busy all morning, and we are also a little thirsty, so we had to thicken our eyes." Shamelessly ask Brother Ang for a few cups of tea."

Wu Jing laughed twice, bent over to lead the way: "Lawyer Xi is too polite, this way please."

Stepping into Wu Jing's home, several people found that his residence was extremely simple, a two-story building with red bricks and white walls, and the inside was empty and lifeless. There was a simple wooden sofa in the corner of the living room, and even the TV No, there is a spiritual tablet on the table by the window. There are several dishes of fruit placed in front of the tablet, and three sticks of incense are inserted in the center, as if it was lit not long ago, and the incense has not yet burned out.

"This is my mother's memorial tablet." Wu Jing explained, bringing out several cups of tea from the kitchen, "Everyone in my family passed away early, only my wife and daughter are left, and they all live in the city. It’s empty, almost no one lives there.”

"Your mother's memorial tablet, why does it seem to be burnt?" Xi Ling took a closer look and asked in doubt.

"Oh, it's all because of my carelessness. Last year when I offered incense to my mother, I accidentally lit a stack of newspapers under the memorial tablet. When I found out, the memorial tablet was already burnt black." Wu Jing explained.

"You said that your family members died early, so it's not true..." Chang Qin asked.

Wu Jing understood what he hadn't said, smiled and said: "No, I was originally a child of a single-parent family. My father died shortly after I was born. I grew up with my grandma and mother. My grandma passed away the year before last. , not long after she left, my mother also passed away." Afraid of causing any misunderstanding, Wu Jing immediately added another sentence. "She died of illness." After that, she stopped talking and lowered her head, thinking about something.

"I'm so sorry." Xi Ling said guiltily.

"It's nothing, it's all in the past." Wu Jing smiled generously.

Xi Ling glanced at him for a long time, but didn't say anything. He glanced at Chang Qin and saw that the latter was drinking tea seriously, so he had to sit patiently and listen to Uncle Zhu talking to Xiao Wu about some village affairs.

The tea was almost finished, several people got up to say goodbye, Wu Jing enthusiastically sent them out the door.

After saying goodbye to Wu Jing, the three of them returned to the city, found a well-decorated restaurant, and took Uncle Zhu to eat and drink. Uncle Zhu has never seen such a variety of dishes in his life. I was so shocked that I didn't know where to start, so the two of you picked up food for him while I was there. Uncle Zhu was so happy that he recognized the two of them as godsons on the spot. Chang Qin and Xi Ling readily agreed. .

After eating and drinking enough, they opened two rooms in a nearby hotel, one for Uncle Zhu and one for the two of them. After teaching Uncle Zhu how to turn on hot water for a bath and how to use the remote control of the TV, the two of them were exhausted. back to the room.

After taking a bath, Xi Ling came out of the bathroom wiping his half-dry hair. Seeing Chang Qin half lying on the other bed, concentrating on reading the professional books he brought with him, he went straight over and sat down next to the edge of the bed. Kicking off the slippers, putting one foot on the edge of the bed, he pushed Chang Qin's arm and asked, "Go to the field this afternoon, what did you find?"

A warm touch went straight to the heart, and the moment the skin touched each other, the pores on Chang Qin's body immediately stood up, and he moved in a few inches calmly, but his face was still calm: "The degree of burn No, it looks like a large-scale fire caused by a certain ignition point, it must not be an accident, but man-made."

"Worthy of being a great designer." Xi Ling smiled and patted Chang Qin's thigh covered by the quilt, but the latter suddenly trembled and almost jumped up.

"What are you doing?" Xi Ling was keenly aware of this instant reaction, and frowned displeasedly, "You guy who spends all day with men, why does he look like a little wife when he comes to me? Said hundreds of times that I'm not interested in you, are you willing to let your guard down on me?"

Chang Qin was so angry that he was speechless, he didn't bother to worry about when he was facing other people all day long with Xi Ling, and deviated from the main point when he opened his mouth: "I also want to know why the buddies don't get up when I meet you."

Xi Ling pinched the center of his brows helplessly, his face turned pale: "Are you prejudiced against homosexuality?"

"No!" Chang Qin hurriedly defended, "I swear to God."

"Then you..." In the middle of speaking, Xi Ling suddenly blinked, and changed into a sinister smile in a second, "I see, you are deliberately seducing me, and you want to refuse me, but you actually want me to marry you." You, right?" As he spoke, he lifted Chang Qin's slender chin, and his phoenix eyes were full of provocation, looking at him with a half-smile.

Knowing that the other party was joking with him again, Chang Qin sighed, looked at him seriously and said, "Stop making trouble, why do you look like a child at night."

"I was originally a child." Xi Ling withdrew his hand and returned to his own bed in a dispirited manner.

It was just a casual complaint, but like a feather, it scratched Chang Qin's heart for a while. Yes, Xi Ling was still a child, even though he had a double degree in archeology and law, studied history intensively, and calmed down in court. Leisurely, but he is still a young boy in his early twenties, just like four years ago, he still showed two dimples when he smiled, but now under his perfect disguise, this expression is like a morning star, fleeting.

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"Dry Gold Jiazi Wai Renwu..." from "Book of Changes"