Daoist Liyue, I live in the Hall of Rebirth!

Daoist Liyue, I live in the Hall of Rebirth!Author: Dreaming to make a fortune

Introduction:

As a lover of Chinese traditional culture, Shen Ming accidentally got drunk at a party with his friends, and his soul traveled to Yuanshen Liyue, the son of a dead ghost father. Shen Ming thought he had learned a lot of useless knowledge. Ming was startled.

There are gods, zombies, ghosts, demons, immortals guarding Liyue, and visitors from other worlds.

This is an era when the gods have not completely left, and the immortal family has not completely retreated into seclusion.

"Although I'm a lover of the culture of magic, I only know a little bit about it. The only thing I have a little confidence in is this strange art of Dunjia."

"However, I don't know if it can be used in this world."

Mathematics and magic, starting game and opening altar, the unfathomable mystery of calculating the sky and the earth, and the commanding ghosts and gods of fighting step by step.

Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, Tai Chi and Eight Diagrams, Nine Bureaus of Yin and Yang, Seven Stars Continuing Life......

The story also begins from the moment when his father in Liyue died and he rescued his father and met Hall Master Hu by chance.

If you have doubts about the plot of salt and rock, you can read it here

The Demon God of Salt is in the salt in the pond east of Dihuazhou. I know that Guyun Pavilion has suppressed many demon gods, not including the Demon God of Salt. I also know that it is before the Zhongli incident. One didn't move.

I read Roald’s diary, and I know the background story of the God of Salt. The triumphant return and the mixed sentence patterns that many authors often make are avoided as much as possible. I think I am careful.

The contract on the protagonist does come from Zhongli, but the punishment does not come from Zhongli. This is not a spoiler, many people have guessed it, and I wrote it myself.

I can think of what you can think of, but I don’t know what you think is wrong?I'm not a cloud player, nor a speedrunner who just plays games and doesn't read the plot. I even read the background stories of talent materials, weapon materials, and breakthrough materials.

Having said so much, I just want to say that my understanding of the background of Yuanshen is quite solid, except for a few voices of characters that I have not practiced (say you, Chongyun who is equipped with a level 1 training sword), the others I We all understand.

Guyun Pavilion and Chizhongzhiyan, can I be wrong about the big difference in spiciness?Can I not know that the salt in the pool has not been taken out yet?Have some confidence in me?

Alas, to be honest, I'm also to blame, the foreshadowing was a bit sloppy at the time, I thought it was a slot, but I didn't expect you to think that I don't have a deep understanding of the original god's background.

I feel that the foreshadowing was good before, like the old man beating the watchman, Qian Liang who turned into a ghost, or the walnut fire (fog) in the hexagram.

Foreshadowing is only a few layers of gauze between a knowing smile and a bewildered look. If you are not careful, you will pass by. You still have to control the fire.

Heck, let's talk about something off topic.

There are also hexagrams, etc., let me just say it, I major in animation, and now I am a junior. Before that, my understanding of hexagrams and Zhouyi was limited to Long Aotian-style novels. I knew that one day I remembered this idea. Only then did I start to learn about hexagrams and Qimen Dunjia.

This study lasted for a week. I watched the video for more than six hours a day. I watched and pondered over and over again when I didn’t understand. Some words like "part", and what I'm sure of are basically the original words in textbooks or video lectures. Some hexagrams, Qimen, and some adaptations for novels are inevitable.

Take the six-line divination used by Shen Ming to find Hutao’s zombie in the first few chapters as an example. The divination image in that divination is the product of a compromise with the novel. It is impossible for me to completely match the divination image with the content of the novel. It came out, the hexagrams I saw were more or less different from what I wanted to write in the novel, so the stripping of mountains and land into fire and land is actually my compromise with the novel, only in this way can the novel and the hexagrams match.

If it wasn't like this, I would have written all six times when I was shaking the copper coins. If I dare to write all of them, I will definitely not be afraid of your investigation. It is because I know that it is a compromise with the novel, so I only wrote half of it, (and this Half of it is not perfect, I just wrote it in order to show the principle of hexagram image, and then I thought of a better way for you to understand, but at that time this chapter had been published for several days.)

Having said so much, I just want to say that one of the basic principles I established for myself in writing novels is to write what I like. If I can fool successful professionals, I may have fun in front of the screen for a while.

If you have any questions, let's discuss it friendly. I think our post is okay. Many people restrain themselves even if they have doubts. It's very polite. That's great.

Friendly discussion, friendly discussion, you see, when I seldom say something dead in my writing, I always leave room for politeness and restraint, which can give each other a step down, right?

Again, my understanding of Yuanshen is definitely above the passing line, small details may be wrong, but the basic disk is absolutely fine! (shock)

In other words, if I have any doubts after reading the post, I can consider adding a single chapter to the work, so that it will not affect reading but also maintain communication, hehe~

However, I have written so much, and I always feel that something is missing without counting votes.

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About Chapter [-]...

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I am revising this chapter repeatedly, trying to make it normal, maybe I have been a little ignorant recently, the reviewer gave me a heavy hammer to wake me up, 2333

I don't dare to do this in the future, I will stick to it honestly, forget about the big car, forget it, cough cough......

Pull a stroller at most.

Chapter 1 can't help it, change it to cremation

Tivat Continent, Liyue, Qingcezhuang.

It is rainy all the year round, poor and dilapidated, most of the young people have gone out to make a living here, leaving some old men and women here.

Oh, and some toddlers.

At night, on the outskirts of Qingcezhuang, the road is rugged, dilapidated houses in twos and threes, with a few pale lanterns hanging, gray and without a trace of life.

Even the old people who have lived in Zhuangzi all year round are reluctant to come here. I heard that there are unclean things.

No one can say exactly how it is unclean, and no one knows. Anyway, the old people say that if you must pass by here, keep your head down and walk quickly, and don't say anything when anyone calls you.

In a half-collapsed small room, there was a coffin quietly placed, a small lamp beside it, steamed buns and fruits in twos and threes for offerings, and three sticks of incense burning forever.

"Father, you go."

At the door of the collapsed house, a boy in sackcloth and filial piety sat on the ground, holding an iron fork in one hand, and burning paper into the fire.

"You haven't made much money in this life, I'll burn some for you next time."

"It's just that when you go underground, don't drink too much, don't be crazy about drinking..."

"What to do if someone beats you up."

Shen Ming stared at the burning fire with ecstasy, the jumping flames seemed to still imprint the figure of his father.

It has been three years since time travel, and the son of this dead ghost father, he looks pretty good, but he lacks nutrition.

As the saying goes, if you live with a dog for three years, you will have feelings, let alone a person, and you are still your father in name.

Dad has been drinking heavily, and he always likes to study some nonsense things. He dreams of meeting immortals, and there are a lot of useful and useless things in the house.

But he didn't treat himself badly, as long as he ate, he would have his own.

But that's all, there is nothing extra, don't think about private schools, and there is no money for business.

He despises himself as an idiot, Shen Ming despises him for being uneducated, superstitious, and seeking immortality without the law.

Year after year, they just didn't like each other, stumbling through life.

It was nothing at first, but one day, my father said that he had found a way to find immortals, and then he left Shen Ming and ran out of Zhuangzi alone.

After this trip, he didn't come back for a month. It was Shen Ming who dreamed that his father was robbed and thrown into the wilderness, so he secretly made a fortune and dragged the body back.

In terms of the integrity of the body, it may have just died for a day or two. If Shen Ming was smarter and found out earlier, he might be able to avoid this disaster.

It's a pity that when Shen Ming first learned the Qimen Numerology, it was purely for fun, and he never practiced it. Who knew that it would really work when he came to Yuanshen Liyue.

It can only be said that this is the fate of the old man.

Today is the third day of the vigil. If there are no accidents, after today, Shen Ming will find a reasonable place to bury his father.

The night was getting darker, quiet and windless, and the ever-burning lamp in front of the coffin was fluctuating. Shen Ming stared blankly at the flames for a moment, as if feeling that the flames were extraordinarily active.

"Ah!"

After he sneezed, Shen Ming came back to his senses, suddenly found that the surrounding was dark and uncomfortable, and frowned.

When I turned around, I found that the ever-burning lamp had been quietly extinguished at some point, and the incense had burned two shorts and one long.

People avoid three longs and two shorts, and ghosts avoid two shorts and one long.

People who die outside cannot close the coffin lid until they see their family members, so the coffin is composed of left and right bottoms, and five front and rear sides. It is known that someone died in another country.

The same is true for ghosts. Two shorts and one long signify that the dawn will be ten minutes, and all ghosts will retreat. Two shorts and one long are also unlucky for ghosts.

"Alas..." Shen Ming sighed, fetched a bowl of water from the well, and after a long time, returned to the place where he was sitting before.

I clicked on my forehead and left and right shoulders.

"This water is extraordinary water, the northern Rengui water. A little bit is in the inkstone, and the cloud fish will arrive in a moment. The sick swallow it, and all diseases will be eliminated. Evil ghosts swallow it, and it will be turned into pieces."

In my heart, I kept up with the mantra that was urgent like a law.

The Consecration Mantra was originally one of the mantras used as talismans, and Shen Ming brought it just in case.

In Shen Ming's impression, there are quite a lot of ghosts and ghosts in the world of Yuanshen.

There is still a lot of time until midnight, and this night is hard.

He lit the ever-burning lamp again, replaced it with three new sticks of incense, continued to sit in the original position, and poked the flame with an iron fork.

In the distance, the voice of the watchman singing "Nah" reached Shen Ming's ears.

"It's dry, be careful with candles—"

The sound of the gong sounded a little closer.

The footsteps approached, not long after.

"It's dry, be careful with candles—"

The gong rang again, and the watchman had already walked in front of Shen Ming.

"Boy, what are you doing here? Why don't you go home and sleep?"

"Someone died at home, and the spirit is watching." Shen Ming lowered his head, then pointed to the coffin and the ever-burning lamp behind him.

Looking back, Shen Ming was startled.

The long lights went out again.

My heart tightened, and I picked up the bowl of cursed water in my hand.

"It's really filial. My son has never guarded my spirit. Boy, come on! Look up and let me see your face. I think you should look like my son."

"No need, you should go to watch the watch, don't stand here with me." Shen Ming smiled helplessly.

"Come on, I'm quite boring as an old man, can you chat with me?"

"Either you drink a bowl of water first?" Shen Ming lowered his head and handed the bowl to the old man.

"Forget it, don't need it, I'll leave after just one look at you, don't get in the way, don't get in the way, hurry up." As she said, she bent down and wanted to grab Shen Ming's collar.

"How dare you!!" Shen Ming snarled, "Believe it or not, I splashed a bowl of water on your face! You will never have to make a watch again in this life!"

"Hey you brat, why don't you just touch you, as for what, okay, I'll go, let me go, shall I?"

Saying that, the old man limped away.

From the beginning to the end, Shen Ming just looked at the old man's feet. After the old man left, a bad smell suddenly appeared in the air.

After a long time, Shen Ming, who was numb from sitting, stood up and went back to the house, intending to relight the ever-burning lamp.

I stopped for a while, no matter how I looked at it, I felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, Shen Ming paused and bent down.

Little by little, the bottom of the coffin appeared in Shen Ming's field of vision, and he clearly saw a coffin nail that should have been fixed on the coffin.

When I touched the bottom of the coffin, the tentacles were cold.

Shen Ming's heart also sank, the coffin nails were firmly nailed, and it was impossible for them to fall off by themselves.

unless--

"Father..." Shen Ming moved his lips, wanting to say something.

In the end nothing was said.

Can you say he is obsessed?

He was a man who died in a foreign country, and the place where we guarded the spirit is not very good, the virtue of the ever-burning lamp, the incense burned two shorts and one long, and encountered unclean things to touch the ground.

"Oh... It seems that I can't be buried. Let's be cremated tomorrow."

As he spoke, Shen Ming walked back and forth, looking at the coffin board from time to time.

Take two more steps.

He looked at the coffin nails that had fallen to the ground.

"Don't wait, it will be cremated after a while."