Early in the morning, Xu Yu couldn't help but go to Xu Run's house, Mr. Sheng, Zhu Hao and others were also invited, as well as celebrities and scholars Jinpu, who said some words of admiration to each other.

Xu Zhu introduced Lao Wang, who sold books, to everyone, in fact, most of the readers present knew him, a celebrity businessman on the street of Guozijian and Gongyuan, known as Wang Fatzi, with a round figure, laughing like a Maitreya Buddha, and showing his talent.

Xu Yu was also stalked by Wang Fatzi to sell books, and he was very familiar with it, and asked with a smile: "I heard that you are the mage of the main altar, then please ask, are you eating fast or meat today?" ”

Wang Fatzi smiled and said, "Second Young Master, you deliberately tested me again." Hehe, the gods also eat meat, not onions and garlic. ”

Xu Run immediately ordered: "I see, the housekeeper ordered that today's dishes will not use onions and garlic." ”

Why don't the gods eat onion and garlic? Suspicious of bad breath? Or do the ghosts, like the Western world, hate garlic with a strong smell?

At this time, Su Lan Huifang accompanied Qin Yan to come out slowly, and Xu Yu glanced at Qin Yan and did not speak. Xu Run said: "Let's go, let's go to the building to eat first." ”

Lead everyone into the inner house and into the specially arranged small building. Xu Run's family is also rich because of his parents' housekeeping skills, and his family is big. Therefore, the furnishings in the building are very exquisite, with windows open on all sides, and three tables of banquets are placed on the first floor.

There are a lot of antiques, calligraphy and paintings in the building, Wang Fatzi can't help but look at this, touch that, he has been selling antiques all his life, knowing that these playthings of the Xu family are good things, very envious.

When I walked to the window and looked, I saw that the main house of Xu Mansion was continuous behind, and countless pavilions and pavilions were located in it, which was beautiful and picturesque. Wang Fatzi said in his heart those gardens of those salt merchants in Yangzhou. It's a luxury, but how can it compare to it? It's a bit of a small thing.

The Xu family is so rich, can you imagine the Xu Mansion? Thinking of this, his attitude towards Xu Yu became even more courteous.

After eating, Xu Run ordered the banquet to be removed. After drinking fragrant tea and rinsing their mouths, they sorted out their clothes and crowns, and everyone went upstairs.

The second floor is lit with lily incense, and the faint aroma is overflowing. The altar in the middle was covered with a layer of clean fine sand, and a fairy who did not distinguish between male and female was placed.

I saw that the fat man swept away the hippie smiling face, and stepped forward to pray sincerely. kowtowed nine times in a row to the immortal. I got up and burned what kind of flying cloud talisman, breeze talisman, immortal crane talisman and the like.

Everyone looked at this scene curiously, and because of the Confucian attitude of respecting ghosts and gods, they seemed to be a little disapproving.

About a stick of incense passed, and suddenly Wang Fatzi said: "I want to ask two fairy children to help me." ”

Xu Run hurriedly said: "Feng'er Qing'er, you two go." ”

Two ten-year-old scholars hesitated and stepped forward, supporting the fairy according to Wang Fatzi's instructions. After another moment. Seeing no reaction, Wang Fatzi knelt down and kowtowed again, and then burned a few talismans to urge.

The two scholars were so stunned to hold on, and suddenly everyone exclaimed, the statue trembled, and the scholar raised his hand in fright, and the fairy boy spun up automatically, and the hand holding the wooden pen drew a lot of circles on the sand. Frightened, the two scholars hurriedly jumped away, and at the same time showed a puzzled expression, You look at me. I look at you and suspect that the other party is turning.

Everyone else seemed to have seen it, and they were not surprised, but they looked at Wang Fatzi's eyes with more awe, and only Xu Yu was thinking about what mechanism was installed in it.

Fu Ping is a divination technique that originated in China, and first appeared in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. After the Western Han Dynasty, there were many Wei Wei books, and Taoist monks inherited their skills. Fu Ping lowered the pen, relying on the Taoist scriptures made by the gods. It began to emerge in large numbers during the Wei and Jin dynasties.

In the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, the wind of divination and fortune became more and more popular, and the works of the pseudo-ancients occupied a considerable part of the existing Taoist scriptures. All in all, some Taoist scholars relied on this method to create Taoist classics such as the "Shangqing Sutra" and other Taoist classics, and made the volume of religious colors by God.

Therefore, the prosperity of Fu Ping is absolutely related to cultural knowledge, and there is no certain level of culture that can not play this at all, and it is the most enthusiastic about reading, and the talented women in the boudoir are especially fond of it. Successive dynasties, such as Li Shangyin, Lu You, Shen Kuo, Hong Mai, Ji Xiaolan, etc., have described Fu Ping in detail.

The statue is still in motion, it looks very magical, Xu Yu speculates that it is probably a device similar to a tumbler, and what is even more amazing is that the strokes are vertical and horizontal on the sand, and gradually seem to form two words.

These two words must be formed randomly, and they will not be the same every time, first, the ancients believed that there is a providence in the underworld, and secondly, it will test the mage's academic ability, and everyone is looking forward to it, in fact, it is the same as the fortune teller's truth.

Some people have sharp eyes and find that it is a bead word and a treasure word, and gradually seven or eight words appear one after another, Wang Fatzi remembered it in his heart, and soon got two seven-word poems.

Wang Fatzi has sold books all his life, and has a large number of related poems as a reference, and at the moment he unhurriedly took a pen and wrote on rice paper: "The pearl is the chariot and the jade is the wheel, go and ask Yaotai Jiangque Zhen; Vermilion Bird asked his mother in front of the window, the peach blossom tree is thousands of springs. ”

Everyone onlookers suddenly realized that it was a poem about descending the altar, that is, the will of the gods, and this immortal was still a goddess and fairy, and the big guy's expression instantly became respectful.

The statue is still spinning, up and down, drawing countless unrecognizable things on the sand, no one can understand, of course, Wang Fatzi can understand, so very magical to write a few words, so-called: "My immortal is ordered by the queen mother to Penglai Immortal Island in the East China Sea, and invite Bixia Shenjun to East Kunlun." Do you have any questions? Hurry up. ”

Wang Fatzi pretended to be sincerely frightened, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and then asked, "Which one wants to ask?" Pray so that the Immortals may judge. ”

The men are all scholars, and they are just here to join in the fun today, who is willing to admit that they believe in ghosts and gods? You push me, I push you, and no one will step forward.

Xu Run couldn't help but smile and said, "Since you haven't inquired about anything, then I'll call Qin Yan to ask." He said to Qin Yan: "You come and kneel, please judge your life by the immortals." ”

Qin Yan, who was confused about the future, had long wanted to ask, and was embarrassed to come out first, but when she saw Xu Run calling her, she walked in and Ying Ying knelt down and prayed silently in her heart.

I saw the gods who stopped moving. A few lines of illegible handwriting were written like ghost drawings, but naturally it was still difficult for Wang Fatzi, and he translated a poem of seven uniques.

The thin life is the most pitiful, and the cuckoo cries blood for a hundred years.

Rebirth does not remember the events of the previous life, and the father and daughter meet each other.

The big guy didn't understand what he meant. Some people whispered, the other three sentences are not difficult, but no one can solve the fourth sentence.

Qin Yan was stunned, and Wang Fatzi said, "You pray and pray again, ask for an explanation." ”

"Yes." Qin Yan hurriedly kowtowed again.

In this way, Wang Fatzi gave four sentences from the goddess: the cause of the past life, the fruit of this life; Du Lang retreated. Jin Weng stepped forward.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Jinpu, the only surnamed Jin in the audience, hurriedly stepped forward to bow respectfully, with a solemn expression.

The statue soon sentenced another poem, which was recorded by Wang Fatzi, and this scene shocked even Xu Hao in his presence. Not to mention a group of Ming Dynasty people.

Pity the cause of death, the cause of death is a beautiful woman, and the three must have been passed on to Zheng Guangwen; The day after tomorrow, Mochou Lake will go up, and the lotus fragrance will surround the girl's grave. The verdict said: "You were born as an official of Jiangning Mansion, Du Lang was your daughter, she died in fifteen, and you died of illness in mourning. Seventy-seven years ago. The cause is there, and the consequences will be achieved. ”

Xu Yu, like everyone, looked incredible. Xu Zhu said shockingly: "According to the judgment of the immortals." Qin Yan was Brother Jin's daughter-in-law in her previous life? ”

Qin Yan's cheeks flushed instantly, and he was at a loss, and Jinpu also felt strange. Just wanted to ask for a clear understanding, the idol moved again, and the fat man Wang said: "I'll go, Po Xian will come." "Look at the idol again, and it is already silent.

Now that the goddess is gone, everyone can only hurry up with regrets. Re-burn incense and exchange wine, and bow down to the heavens together.

This time, two little scholars were replaced to help him.

Mr. Sheng said with a smile: "Today, Po Xian will have a masterpiece." Let us read it. ”

Probably this Po Immortal is the ancient Su Dongpo god, and Hui Fang feels unbelievable about the current situation. whispered to Su Lan: "Why is Qin Yan a daughter surnamed Jin in her previous life?" Why do you want father and daughter to reunite? Isn't that Qin Yan going to take refuge in others? ”

Su Lan also feels this way, otherwise why would it be so coincidental? Even if he believed in the gods, he couldn't help but wonder if Wang Fatzi had secretly done something.

Huifang said: "Yesterday, I helped Qin Yan find a house, which is very suitable, in Minghefang, not far from here. I helped her get a housekeeper again, and on Wednesday when I was in the car, he recommended his brother-in-law Xu Xiaosan, and I renamed him Xu Gui. I didn't expect to make such a fuss, wouldn't it make me worry about it in vain? ”

"Don't worry." Su Lan comforted, "The first qiē has not yet been decided, let's look at it first, anyway, there is a second young master here." ”

At the same time, Wednesday's former owner Xi Shiyi had been nursing for a few months, recovered from his illness, and his body had lost a whole weight, and his appointment was delayed.

It stands to reason that after experiencing such a pain, the official did not become an official, so he should change his past mistakes and change his mind and be a new person, right? Who knows that the country is easy to change, and the nature is difficult to change, and the body is healthy, but it is still restless and self-conscious.

There's no way, there are flower-like concubines in the house, and there are beautiful little maids outside, and they have been empty for so long, working hard for themselves, as their husbands, they have to mean it, right?

The problem is that the pencil under the crotch is not very appropriate, and when you don't have an idea, you don't feel anything, and when you have an idea, the pencil follows the movement, and the thing is only half of it, and there is no head. In other words, the most irritating parts are gone.

Even so, Xi Shiyi wanted to give it a try, so he asked Chrysanthemum to strip naked and lie down, he picked up the remnants and rushed in, but he didn't move a few times, he felt that a tendon was swollen and painful, and he barely moved a few times, and the pain was so bad that he couldn't do it.

was so anxious that Chrysanthemum shed tears, the old man became half a father-in-law, how can he survive in the second half of his life?

"Alas!" Xi Shiyi looked up to the sky and sighed, feeling very sorry, thinking that he was only thirty years old this year, what fun was there in life?

Seeing Chrysanthemum get up and get dressed with a black face, Xi Shiyi sighed: "Don't be angry, there are strange people in the world, I don't believe that I can't find a living immortal." Even if it costs 10,000 gold, even if it is the guy who replaces this thing with a donkey, I am willing. ”

"Donkey's?" Chrysanthemum laughed angrily, "Do you really think there is something absurd in the book?" How can it be. ”

"How can't it be." Xi Shiyi Zhengse said: "In ancient times, there was craniotomy diagnosis and treatment, and now there is a female doctor's disembowelment operation, so I don't believe that the treatment is not good." ”

Chrysanthemum glanced at the ugly half of the pencil and sighed: "Please ask the gods to bless me, don't ask me to stay a widow for the rest of my life." (To be continued)