I sighed silently in my heart. There were many guest rooms in this villa, so I didn't care if Wu Fei stayed there, but I always felt weird in my heart.
After Wu Fei settled in, I listlessly went up to the second floor and returned to my room. I calculated that it had been a few days since I came out, but I was still confused about the future. What should I do in the future?
In fact, I am still very traditional at heart. No matter what I do, I should have a career. Thinking about Wu Fei just now, he is also a Taoist priest after all. Now that Jin Bao and Jin Long are following me, I can't lead them to fool around.
In fact, I had a plan when I was in prison. The original plan was to study with Brother Yan and learn business from him, but when I came out and saw the scene, I found that it was not suitable for me.
I have been writing and submitting novels in the past two years, partly out of hobby, and more because I want to pursue this path. My dream is to become a professional writer.
My mind was running wild, and I suddenly remembered that my computer was still on the first floor.
I came to the first floor and was about to get my computer back when I saw Wu Fei sitting in front of my computer, looking at the computer screen attentively.
Seeing me coming, Wu Fei looked at me and said, "Did you write it?"
I nodded.
"fine!"
Wu Fei praised me.
A sense of gratitude arose in my heart. I have been writing novels for the past two years. In fact, it was a failure. All my submissions were rejected, and I got nothing except "Sorry, the contract standards were not met."
Wu Fei's sentence "It's pretty good" can be regarded as an affirmation of me, and this sentence can also be regarded as my first reader reply.
I became interested immediately and asked Wu Fei: "Will you spend money to read my novel?"
Anyone who praises will say that only whether you spend money can reflect the truth. This is the unchanging truth.
"Will you pay me the same price as my master?"
Wu Fei asked me back, his tone was calm, without any meaning of teasing or ridicule.
I sat next to him and said seriously: "Wu Fei, if you ask questions knowingly, let's not talk about it. Can you give me some advice? What's wrong with my novel?"
"There are problems everywhere, and the main problem is that if you don't change, no one will ever read your novels!"
Wu Fei answered me seriously.
Wu Fei talked a lot next, and I discovered that once Wu Fei got serious, his words were straightforward and straight to the point, never muddled.
He unceremoniously told me my problems. First of all, the pace was too slow. I wrote 2,000 words for a problem that could be solved in 200 words.
Secondly, I couldn't let go. The conflict clearly reached the point of intensification, but I suddenly stopped writing. The plot was a bit dull.
In the end, Wu Fei actually changed his tone of criticizing me and said: "Who do you think you are? You have just been squatting in it for a few years. What qualifications do you have to stand on the moral high ground and teach others? Novels are novels. It brings mental stimulation to the readers, but what’s the point of making so many excuses? I can’t stand it anyway.”
Wu Fei and I chatted for a long time tonight. Unknowingly, our relationship has undergone subtle changes. He conquered me tonight, and I can make this friend.
We woke up very late on the second day. I went to bed late because I was excited, and Wu Fei went to bed late because he drank too much. We both slept until close to noon.
After eating something for lunch, Wu Fei started to get busy. For two hours, he was preparing carefully.
Talisman papers were posted on the windows of the entire villa. Wu Fei told me that as long as the preparations are made in advance, there is no danger in going to the yin. If you fail, you only need to recover your strength.
The function of the talisman paper on the window is to isolate the spiritual energy. Once the formation is activated, the inside and outside of the room will be isolated, and there will be no messy things to interfere and destroy, and the ritual will not be interrupted.
As for what the mess was, Wu Fei didn't say anything, so I didn't ask.
Through yesterday's exchange, I discovered that Wu Fei is actually a talker, and he will take the initiative to say what he wants to say. If he doesn't tell me and I ask, I often run into trouble, and that's asking for trouble.
Wu Fei made a circle with red lines in the center of the living room, and sprinkled a circle of cinnabar around the red line. The cinnabar shimmered with dark red, much like the protective circle Sun Wukong drew for Tang Monk.
Wu Fei explained to me that cinnabar is the most yang thing. When he did it, he would ask me to stand in a circle. The circle is the underworld, and cinnabar isolates yin and yang.
Wu Fei used an ink fountain to densely fill the circle with patterns that I didn't recognize. This step was very complicated. He worked on the small circle for more than an hour, but only painted 1/3 of it.
I was really bored and said jokingly: "Taoism is quite interesting. Why don't you draw the pattern first and then lay out the circles? That wouldn't be simpler."
I said this purely unintentionally, but Wu Fei was suddenly stunned. He slapped his head and said: "Yes, why didn't I think of it? My master's old stubborn people always draw circles first and then form magic circles. That's really true." It's very complicated. The method you mentioned can greatly simplify the process of making the magic circle. Without the constraints of the circle, the efficiency will be much improved."
Wu Fei said, without waiting for my reply, he quickly removed the red thread and said to himself: "First make the magic circle, and then circle the red rope. This method is simple and practical. Why didn't I think of it at first? ?”
I was shocked. Could it be that a fixed method passed down for hundreds of years could be changed so casually?
If you want to make changes, you must prepare first. At the very least, you must ask your master and get his approval before you try again. What if?
Before I could tell him what to do, Wu Fei had already quickly erased the pattern he had spent more than an hour laying out. Now it was a done deal, and it would probably be impossible to start over again.
This time it was really fast. It only took more than an hour to draw the entire magic circle, and the efficiency was indeed improved a lot.
Wu Fei looked at the drawn pattern of the magic circle and nodded with satisfaction, then quickly laid out the red lines.
I couldn't help watching from the sidelines, but after he arranged everything, I looked at the red line circle on the ground, and I always felt that something was wrong. It seemed that it was not as round as before, but I couldn't tell what was wrong.
Wu Fei took out four copper oil lamps from the backpack he brought. The oil lamps looked old at first glance. The lamps were dark yellow and slightly green in some places. This was the patina produced by the brass after being stored for a long time.
Wu Fei placed four brass oil lamps in the center of the red circle and placed them at the four corners. The formation was then completed.
I looked at the magic circle. There was a red line on the outside forming a circle, and four oil lamps on the inside formed a square. The outside was a circle and the inside was square. Against the background of the magic circle pattern, this magic circle looked like a copper coin.
