When the sun was at its peak, a flock of sparrows flew over from Shen Mansion, chirping on the branches of Dongyuan.
Gong Mengbi swayed, his big tail barely gathered under his body, transformed into a human form, and sprinkled a handful of grass into the courtyard, and the sparrows flew down to peck at it.
While pecking at the grassy valley, the sparrows chirped, rising and falling.
Gong Mengbi listened carefully, and what he heard in his ears was not the cry of sparrows, but the ghost whispers of wandering spirits.
This is the magic of bird language, turning the words of gods and ghosts into a universal language, acting as a decoder and converter.
Just listen to Wandering Soul say: "There have been a lot of people entering the city recently, but there are only three that are particularly famous."
"There is a father and son who perform on the bridge. They can chew iron and swallow soldiers without being injured. They can capture objects from the void and hide at any time."
"There is an old Taoist priest who lives in the Shanwang Temple outside the city. During the day, he walks around the streets and tells people's fortunes. He calls himself 'Xu Banxian' and his fortune-telling is always accurate."
"There are also medicine sellers who know some miraculous skills and specialize in treating difficult and complicated diseases, such as headaches, malignant sores, and hidden diseases. As soon as they take the medicine, they will immediately become full of vitality. It is difficult to find a medicine."
Gong Mengbi narrowed his eyes: "These are just minor tricks. You continue to investigate and see if there are any other signs. Report back in the evening."
The sparrows chirped and flew away.
Gong Mengbi thought: "Artists, fortune tellers, medicine sellers."
He already had the answer in his mind, so he placed his mind on the straw man and observed the situation of Tool Man No. 1 sinking into the mountain.
There is a straw man hidden in Chen Shan's sleeve. It looks like a solid straw man, but it is light and airy in his hand, and it doesn't look abnormal even if it is hidden in his sleeve.
Shen Shan is still searching for the whereabouts of Shen Qiao and Shen Yan.
In addition to the elderly lady, the whole family and servants were sent out.
After one night, Shen Shan became more haggard and had blisters at the corners of his mouth.
He took the portraits of Shen Qiao and Shen Yan and asked everyone he met, but he gained nothing.
At this time, I heard someone shouting on the street: "Xu Banxian is here!" Many people turned around to watch the excitement.
Chen Shan's heart moved, and he also squeezed into the crowd and saw an old Taoist priest setting up a fortune-telling stall on the spot.
The Taoist priest is old, with ravines on his face, gray hair, wearing a square scarf and a long beard. He was dressed in linen clothes, and his manners were extraordinary and somewhat fairy-like.
Beside the old Taoist priest stood a bamboo pole with a yellow flag hanging on it, which read: If you count the plum blossoms, you will know your fate; if you have a few yarrows, you can tell the good and bad luck.
The crowd crowded in, but stopped in front of the old Taoist, not daring to offend.
Xu Banxian said: "Everyone, please don't do too much. I have two hexagrams left today, so I'll stop after I finish the fortune telling."
Immediately, someone crowded forward and shouted: "I want to count, I want to count!"
Everyone took a closer look and saw that she was a tall woman with a broad back and round face.
"Isn't this Sister Yu? Are you here to calculate the marriage?"
Sister Yu's face was a little red, and she said in embarrassment when she heard this: "I just want to settle, what's wrong with you?"
"Xu Banxian, I want to ask about marriage."
Xu Banxian looked at Sister Yu carefully and said: "Judging from your appearance, you are destined to live in a tree. You have no worries about food and clothing, but also have little wealth. Your wood is prosperous because of the water, so you must be making a living in the water."
Sister Yu said: "That's right, my family sells fish."
Xu Banxian said again: "You had a peach blossom in your life, but the peach blossom died young. Was it because your husband passed away?"
"Hit again." Shen Shan heard the person next to him whisper.
Sister Yu sighed and said: "It's the dead man. He is too old and not easy to marry."
Xu Banxian laughed and said, "I don't think so. Your husband is dead, but he still serves your parents-in-law attentively and is quite famous. The old flowers have withered and new ones have bloomed. Your marriage is just around the corner."
Sister Yu was puzzled: "Please ask the half-immortal to clear up my confusion."
Xu Banxian twirled his beard: "You can go home first. If you see any man at home, it means your marriage has arrived."
Sister Yu was overjoyed: "If it's true, I'll definitely come to fulfill my wish." After saying that, she took the hexagram gold and placed it on Xu Banxian's stall.
Only then did Chen Shan understand why everyone said that Xu Banxian's fortune telling was accurate, but they were just watching the fun. If they weren't rich, who could spend ten taels of silver to predict these few sentences.
Chen Shan was hesitant to tell fortunes, but thinking of the fox fairy at home, he started to leave.
It's a pity that he wanted to leave but couldn't.
Xu Banxian said loudly: "Stay."
Chen Shan looked back and saw Xu Banxian looking at him.
Xu Banxian said: "This good believer, please come forward and take a look."
Chen Shan was hesitating when he suddenly heard a sharp voice in his ear: "Hold him."
Chen Shan thought for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "I never tell fortunes, so there's no need to trouble Chrysostom."
Xu Banxian chuckled and said: "Do you not believe in fate, or do you think you don't know fortune? There are few people in the world who can calculate, but there are many people who are famous for their fortune. Good believers, please come forward and take a look. If you are not accurate, you will not take any money."
Chen Shan stepped forward and was looked at carefully by Xu Banxianzai.
"A good believer looks so sad. You don't need a poor man to figure it out. He also knows that something has happened in his family." Xu Banxian said.
Chen Shan asked: "I wonder if Chang Ke can figure out what the accident is?"
Xu Banxian grabbed yarrow and began to divine.
Taking advantage of this moment, Gong Mengbi took back his thoughts on the straw man, laughed, and left Shen's house holding an oil umbrella.
When the oil umbrella opens, the person holding the umbrella and the umbrella suddenly turn into invisible objects.
There is a shading technique on the oil umbrella, which is very useful for covering the eyes of ordinary people.
Although Gong Mengbi likes to collect cards, he does not often appear in front of people. Firstly, he wants to maintain a mystery, such as not showing his body and deliberately speaking in a high-pitched voice that looks human but not human. It can't really be transformed into a human form, it can only be transformed through the magic of transformation. It is often a mixture of fairy and demonic energy, which is too easy to confuse people's hearts.
Therefore, even if he has a beautiful appearance, he would rather appear in front of people in the form of a fox or the art of shadow.
We walked all the way out of the city and arrived at the Sanwang Temple outside the city.
The Temple of the Mountain King was originally dedicated to worship the mountain gods in the mountains, but there was no official edict and it was just a wild god. Later, because the monks from Huaguang Temple asked for blood food, the monks from Huaguang Temple petitioned the county magistrate to destroy the temple, and it immediately fell into ruin.
The Shanwang Temple is far away from human habitation, and occasionally wandering souls of wild gods stay in it, so the fortune teller Xu Banxian's accommodation was found out by the wandering souls.
Gong Mengbi stepped forward and kicked open the door of Shanwang Temple, and saw two ghosts and gods entrenched on the toppled Shanwang statue.
A green-faced ghost and a red-faced ghost.
The green-faced ghost is short and stooped, with sunken eyes, like a ghost dying of illness.
The red-faced ghost has its breasts exposed, red hair, red eyes, eyes wide open with anger, and scorch marks all over its body.
"Xu Banxian, the Five Elements and Five Ghost Techniques, is really not a good thing." Gong Mengbi sighed.
"Who dares to break into this place!" The red-faced ghost roared and roared at Gong Mengbi.
The art of shadowing is a relatively low-end invisibility art. It can cover the eyes of ordinary people, but it cannot cover the eyes of ghosts and gods.
"Two brats, let me ask you, did that demon kidnap two children here?" Gong Mengbi closed the oil paper umbrella and asked.
Before the green-faced ghost could speak, the red-faced ghost was already furious: "How dare you! Eat my knife!"
The red-faced ghost rushed over, pulled out a nine-ring gold-backed machete from behind, and slashed at Gong Mengbi's head.
Gong Mengbi sneered: "I'm not very capable, but my temper is not bad."
Gong Mengbi moved very quickly, turning slightly sideways to avoid the chop, and then stretched out his right hand, like plucking the strings of a piano.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
The fingernails brushed against the back of the knife, making a pleasant sound of gold and stone intersecting, as clear and crisp as a spring.
But what the red-faced ghost felt was completely different. It was as if a huge boulder flying towards him hit his hand. After three consecutive hits, the nine-ringed golden-backed machete spun and flew out.
The red-faced ghost's muscles and bones were soft, his fingers were cracked, and his expression was dull.
