Li Chuan was among them, and when he looked at the sun, he suddenly felt a golden light flash before his eyes, and then he saw Wen Guying standing on the sword, shuttling between the clouds.
Sword flying.
It turns out it's not a cover-up.
After Wen Guying left, Zhang Yuanwai found Li Chuan and said, "Thank you for keeping watch all night."
Li Chuan cheered up and said, "I'm very polite."
Zhang Yuanwai asked a few questions about what happened at night, and Li Chuan made up a few questions, blaming Wen Guying for all the trouble.
Zhang Yuanwai said: "I just asked Manager Liu to buy food, and my nephew will eat a little. After I have settled down here, we will have another banquet."
As he spoke, he took out a letter of silver and put it in Li Chuan's hand.
Li Chuan pretended to give in a few times and then accepted the money. After saying a few words, Manager Liu bought the breakfast. After eating, he looked at the empty space, then said goodbye to Zhang Yuanwai, and then returned home.
After Li Chuan sat down and rested for a while, he opened the envelope, put the broken silver in his hand and shook it, guessing that there were about one tael.
Then he took out the skylark knot that Wen Guying had given him and looked at it.
It looks like just an ordinary knot.
A wave of sleepiness came over him, so he put the Silver Skylark Knot together into the cage with the "Pattern Sutra", took off his coat, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.
In my sleep, I heard the sound of a rooster flapping its wings, and then smelled the fragrance. In the smoking pot, a big crab was cooking, and then I heard the squeaking sound. , and the sound of ringing bells and rummaging through boxes and cabinets.
On the last day, a brilliant golden sun rose, illuminating him so hard that he couldn't keep his eyes open. When he reached out to block it...
Li Chuan opened his eyes.
I saw half a spider web hanging in the corner of the ceiling.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone flatly on half of the corner at the end of the bed.
Li Chuan got out of bed, his mind was groggy and his body was aching everywhere.
The physical condition is too poor.
I pushed the door open and walked out, entered the kitchen, opened the rice vat and looked at it. There was about a third of it left, so I turned the pot out, rinsed it with water, and prepared to cook, but I found that the bottom of the pot was broken. Hole.
After looking around, there was no other pot, only a kettle for boiling water.
It was a little late to go out to buy food now, and there was only one tael of silver or a few coppers left at home. Li Chuan thought that he had eaten a lot of good food last night and had a lot of breakfast, so he just stuffed his stomach in the evening.
So he put the rice in the pot and boiled it.
It was completely out of vegetables, but it still didn't work. After thinking for a while, I went to the edge of the field to pick a cress and came back. I chopped it up and threw it into the pot. Then I threw in a few coarse salt and stirred it a few times.
Even if it is vegetable porridge.
When the porridge was cooked, Li Chuan picked up the pot again and looked at the sky.
The hole was not too big, but the cracks on the edge of the hole extended very far. If it was to be repaired, it would probably have to be knocked out.
Another expense.
The light of the setting sun shone through the cracks. In an instant, the pot became transparent. In the transparency, there seemed to be some tiny gray fragments flickering. Li Chuan pinched the handle of the pot, but the weight was still there. Then, in his sight The pot is back again.
Li Chuan turned the pot over and over and looked at it. When it was tilted to an angle, another ray of light penetrated the gap. The pot disappeared again, and the gray fragments reappeared. They seemed to be connected according to the rules of one horizontal point and one point, because there were missing parts. A small section, thus taking on a scattered form.
The sun sank completely into darkness.
Li Chuan returned to the room with the iron pot, lit a candle, and took out the Sutra of Patterns from the cage.
He suddenly thought of what Taoist Wen said about this book, even if the immortal comes, it won't hurt him at all.
So I tore it, brushed it... and tore it apart.
Tear it apart?
Really torn apart?
!
Then, Li Chuan saw the book disappear. Under the candlelight, a cloud of golden shavings settled down from where the book was. During the settling process, various patterns were formed, complex and layered, and finally were The torn pages of the book were slowly closed, and the intact "Wen Jing" appeared in front of Li Chuan this time.
Li Chuan was in a daze for a while, thinking about whether to try burning it with fire again. He picked up the candle, and when the light of the fire was about to hit the book, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and the title of the book seemed to twist.
So he changed his mind, put his hand aside, put the candle aside, and started to look through it.
After Li Chuan picked up the pictures and flipped through most of the book, he finally found a pattern composed of horizontal lines and dots.
Since there was no written explanation, he thought about it for a moment, then turned the pot upside down on the desk, took out a piece of paper, and when he was about to cover the hole with the paper, he put the paper back again.
Paper is quite expensive.
Try it with something else first.
Li Chuan walked out, looked around, found two wider leaves, and brought them back to the house.
The leaves were placed against the holes.
One hand held a candle to illuminate the cracks in the iron pot. Sure enough, when the light turned to an angle, the pot disappeared from the field of vision again.
The other hand held a pen, dipped it in water, tapped on the leaves, and then painted a horizontal line.
…
Li Chuan lives in a very remote area. There are no other residents nearby, and the nearest home is half a mile away.
So it's extra quiet.
At night, it gets even quieter.
But at this time, Li Chuan felt another kind of silence, silence. The night was frozen, the light of the stars and the moon solidified, the sound of the wind disappeared, and the grass blades remained bent by the wind.
The tip of the pen slowly leaves the blade.
Water stains dry up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
drop.
Two drops of water condensed on the bottom of the leaves, falling one after the other.
The candlelight coming from the gap slowly enveloped the water droplets.
The candlelight spread among the gray fragments, and the fragments were reconnected bit by bit under the guidance of the light.
despair.
reset.
The wind roared loudly, making the grass blades rustle.
Li Chuan put down his pen, glanced outside subconsciously, then put the candle aside, then picked up the pot, looking over it over and over. Except for a leaf sticking to it, nothing seemed to have changed.
After thinking about it, I poured the water in the cup into the pot.
No leaks.
Good, the hole was patched.
Li Chuan thought and walked into the kitchen with the pot.
At this time, the porridge was almost cooked. I poured it into a bowl and took a sip along the edge. It was a bit bitter.
Put down the bowl and put the repaired pot on the fire. After the green leaves were burned, they didn't change at all and were still firmly attached to the hole under the iron pot.
It appears to be completely repaired.
Li Chuan put the pot aside. Convenience is convenience, it is this supplement method that cannot be seen by outsiders.
At this time, he thought about the skylark knot that Wen Gu had given him. Maybe he could go to the Four Gods Palace in the future and ask for some blinding methods.
Thinking about it, Li Chuan yawned again, so he gulped down the cold vegetable porridge. While thinking about going to the street to buy some meat tomorrow, or going to the fields to touch some loaches and eels, he blew out the candle and climbed up. Bed for sleep.
squeak squeak.
squeak.
The mouse barks? Li Chuan opened his eyes. Is there a mouse in the house?
