In the kitchen behind the Chijun Temple, everyone gathered around a stove.
In the iron pot on the stove, fish is being cooked, along with tofu and vegetables, all of which were bought from people here.
There is wine on the ground next to it. The wine was brought by Yang Liuqing. His family specializes in wine making.
Mi Fu held the bowl and said: "Senior brother, I respect you, everything is our fault."
Others also picked up bowls.
Zhao Fuyun sighed in his heart. There were some things that he could never say, even now. Before he had the strength to fear nothing, there were some things that he had to keep in his stomach.
The four people in front of them obviously knew it, and they never asked whether Xu Yajun was killed by himself.
Of course, something happened, and like a crack, it will always be there.
"I'm very happy that you can come. Everything has passed. We cultivators have long lifespans but many calamities. Only by practicing well can we help each other when things happen. Otherwise, , will eventually drift away."
"Here, with this bowl of wine, I hope that on the road of cultivation, we will not fall into the Qingyun ambitions and live up to the Shang Shaohua period." Zhao Fuyun said loudly.
Everyone clinked their bowls together and drank the whole drink.
From sunset to late at night, each of them found a room to rest.
Zhao Fuyun was sitting in the courtyard taking photos of the dew and practicing, when a cloud of mist fell from the sky.
She glanced around the rooms in the courtyard and said, "Have you finished expressing your feelings to each other?"
Zhao Fuyun stood up and said with a smile: "Master Xun was joking, we just haven't seen each other for a few days."
"Haha." Master Xun sneered and said, "You are strict with your mouth and know what to say and what not to say. This is very good. As a practitioner, in addition to restraining your thoughts and mind, you must also be able to control yourself. Q."
Zhao Fuyun pursed his lips and thought to himself: "I don't see you controlling your mouth at all."
"what's on your mind?"
Xun Lanyin's red phoenix eyes with a bit of evil spirit narrowed slightly and stared at Zhao Fuyun.
Zhao Fuyun suddenly thought of a rumor, saying that the talisman formed by Xun Lanyin contained not only the Xuanyin talisman, but also a telegraphing talisman, which had the power of teleporting the mind and seizing the mind.
These are some thoughts that arise from other people's minds. If Izumo disperses them, she will capture them in front of her.
Zhao Fuyun immediately gathered his thoughts and said seriously: "This disciple is thinking that he would like to thank Master Xun this time for bringing them here so that they can get rid of that entanglement."
"Huh, practice hard. In the world of practice, cultivation is the foundation." Xun Lanyin said. At this point, she turned to say: "This time I went to the mountain again and carved the jade bed. Come and take a look at the array diagram."
After saying that, Xun Lanyin took out a roll of silk from her sleeve, waved it in the air, and the silk unfolded.
Zhao Fuyun looked at her exquisite ability to control objects and was slightly moved in his heart, because it was difficult for him to do it himself. The silk silk seemed to be held by a pair of invisible hands and spread out in the air.
Then he saw a painting on it. At a glance, he saw that the painting looked like a plum blossom, with seven buds growing on a branch, one of which stretched into the mist.
Is this a magic circle?
Is this the key to unlocking that magic circle that makes no sense?
Zhao Fuyun looked at this painting and couldn't help but have these thoughts in his heart.
When he realized that he shouldn't think like this, Xun Lanyin next to him was already looking at him critically.
"What do you think?" Xun Lanyin asked.
Zhao Fuyun restrained his wandering thoughts, but he was thinking deep in his heart. He read it a few more times, and if he replaced the fog with the foggy river and the stems of the flower branches with a canyon, then this, it seemed, also said Makes sense.
"Master Xun is really insightful and ingenious. He can actually see the magic circle from a painting like this, which is beyond the reach of his disciples." Zhao Fuyun said.
Xun Lanyin waved her hand after hearing this, rolled up the silk, and then said: "Where do you think the flower formation should be?"
"Disciples think that the tributaries and canyons connecting the Wu River are possible. However, since they have not been found for so many years, they must be in places that no one expected."
"The painting on the jade bed must have been seen by many people, and some people must have thought about the formation, but they have not found the cave. It shows that it must not be one of those places that we can think of at once."
"Isn't it possible that they are not good at formations, so that's why they didn't find it?" Xun Lanyin said.
"Of course it is possible. How many people in this world are as proficient in formations as Master Xun?" Zhao Fuyun said.
Xun Lanyin looked up at the sky. The pale moon on her face hung there alone, without any stars to accompany her.
"Starting tomorrow, we will draw the terrain of this area. The mountains are marked with stars, and the canyons and rivers are drawn as lines. Over the years, the mountains may have shifted, and the rivers must have broken and changed. Draw them on the drawing , then we can have a more overall understanding and try to see if we can restore it.”
What Xun Lanyin said has actually been taught before, that is, the method of observing geography must be drawn on a drawing, so that it can be considered carefully.
The other four people had come out after hearing the commotion. They did not dare to say anything in front of Xun Lanyin.
The next day, Xun Lanyin took them out, each with paper and pen, and wanted to draw a map of the mountains and rivers.
If we wanted to paint the entire mountainous area with this section of Wuhe River as the center, it would not be completed in a short time, so Xun Lanyin asked the four of them to come over.
Zhao Fuyun was not assigned a task, only Xun Lanyin and others left, and Zhu Puyi came to the door with a few people.
You can tell at a glance that these people are people who have raised too many ghosts or poisons.
One person is filled with gloomy energy, while the other person has a vaguely ferocious aura.
Gu insects are ferocious, and if many people keep them for a long time, their temperament will change drastically.
"My lord was here yesterday and is here again today. Could something have happened?" Zhao Fuyun asked.
"There are some things, Jiaoyu. Let me introduce them. These two people are the clan leaders of the Li family and the You family in the county." Zhu Puyi said.
"Li Xiyu and You Shiva belong to the same clan, right?" Zhao Fuyun said.
"Yes." Zhu Puyi said.
Everyone knew that these two people had returned from exploring the cave with Zhao Fuyun.
"What's the matter then?" Zhao Fuyun asked: "Where are Grandma Snake and You Shiva? Why didn't you see them coming?"
"Both of them suffered some injuries. It is said that in the cave, two more people suddenly came. If Master Xun hadn't taken action, I'm afraid they would have died inside." One of the old men said.
"Oh, I've never heard Master Xun say this." Zhao Fuyun said, "What's the matter?"
"That's right, because Grandma Snake is recovering from her injuries, but the bugs in our clan's bug cellar are already showing signs of rebellion due to lack of deterrence, so I wanted to ask if there is anything you can do about it?"
"Oh, Ni Luan? Please tell me more carefully?" Zhao Fuyun asked.
"Because our Gu insects are intensively cultivated before they become Gu, and then when they are about to mature, they are distributed to those in need in the clan. During this cultivation process, every once in a while, we need to carry out a The Gu Festival requires communication with the 'Gu God', but before..."
Zhao Fuyun heard this and understood in his heart.
"Oh, it means that the people who hosted the Gu Festival before are all dead, right?" Zhao Negiyun said.
"Not only the Gu sacrifice, but also the person who presided over the Yin sacrifice was burned to death by the teaching."
"Uh, but I don't know how to sacrifice Gu either!" Zhao Fuyun said.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Puyi became anxious and said: "Jiaoyu, you may not know that those Gu insects and ghosts that have been raised in various families need to be brought to them every month." You have to go to the temple to comfort him, otherwise, he will get out of control, and by then, the whole fog will be filled with ghosts."
Zhao Fuyun was surprised. He looked at these two people with high status in their clan and said, "It seems that you have a good way of controlling people."
"It's not just us, it's the way the teachings passed down are." An old man lowered his head and said.
