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    ??Above is Hongmao Stream, below is the abyss. Above the abyss is a bustle, like brilliant life, while below the abyss is loneliness, like silent death.

    At the moment when I ascended to Hongmao Stream, I actually thought a lot, and even had a strange idea.

    Luo Bu, why don¡¯t you take her away?

    I laughed when I thought about this question.

    Yes, why should I take her away?

    She is a Rakshasa, not in jail, but in confinement; she is a ghost, and we are not on the same page after all. Taking her out is actually harming her; besides, at most we can be said to have turned from enemies into friends, is there anything else?  ?  Finally, even if I want to take her away, will she leave?

    I don¡¯t know why I came up with so many reasons to refute myself. Anyway, I suddenly felt a bit contradictory and felt inexplicably uncomfortable!

    When we arrived at Hongmao Stream and looked down, we saw that it was already a black mist and we couldn¡¯t see anything clearly!

    On the left side of Hongmao Stream is Yama Ghost City, and on the right side of Hongmao Stream is Fengdu surrounded by weak water. Looking to the right, just at the end of the bridge, there seem to be several wisps of faint fragrance flying in the wind!

    In this situation, I suddenly thought of what Xue Ling'er said to me. Before I set off, she had predicted that the trip would be fruitless, and she was right.  I remember she also said that there is a place where people can ask for signatures just above the abyss. I can give it a try, it might be useful.  Could it be the place where the wisps of incense are rising not far away?

    Although I am a ghost doctor and I believe in Bagua and Five Elements, I always don¡¯t take it seriously when it comes to drawing lots.

    Because drawing lots belongs to the category of divination, but it is different from the general Six Yao Method and Turtle Shell Method. It is also far different from Yi Divination, Elephant Divination, Chu Divination, Star Divination, and Dream Divination. This kind of lottery is very random.  Many times it is a kind of psychological comfort.  I have been to several monasteries and Taoist temples, and I randomly grabbed a handful of their lottery boxes and took a look. They were all high-end or lucky lots, because no one wanted to draw the lower lot, and the temples and Taoist temples were counting on the incense money.  Who would take advantage of others?

    But since Xue Ling'er said this, especially since she knows this place before she has been to the underworld, maybe there is something mysterious about this place?

    I walked to the end with curiosity, and found that this was actually a small niche. There were no Buddhist or Taoist gods on it, but only a bronze mirror. When people stood in front of it, they could see a shadow of themselves in the mirror!

    In front of the mirror is a huge dog-head incense burner with three tall incense sticks on it. In front of it is a blue stone with a hexagram sign and a shaking bucket on it.

    Since there is no idol, there is no need to worship. I smiled at my blurry self in the mirror and picked up the lottery tube.

    Generally speaking, if there are sixty-four lots in the tube, it coincides with the sixty-four hexagrams; if there are one hundred lots, it is obtained based on the total number of the 64 hexagrams and the six lines.  I don¡¯t know which one it is, I just think it¡¯s a game and shake it casually!

    The first time, after shaking it a few times, I clearly felt that a sign flew out, but when I opened my eyes, I saw that there was no sign on the bluestone.

    Strange, I closed my eyes and shook it again. This time I just shook it twice, and with a bang, all the lots came out!

    I smiled helplessly. It seemed that this lotus tube had made things difficult for me. Well, as the saying goes, if you can¡¯t worship God for five times and ask for lots for three times, I¡¯ll shake it again. No matter whether there is any result or not, it¡¯s still my game.  Once!

    I put away the bamboo stick, closed my eyes, and shook it gently.  This time it wasn't long or short, and I heard a clear sound of falling rocks.

    Opening his eyes, he picked up the bamboo stick, and a bunch of young boys were reflected on it: Liu Chen met an immortal and won the lottery, regardless of good or bad luck.

    I have heard about Liu Chen¡¯s story. According to legend, during the Yongping period of the Eastern Han Dynasty, a medicine farmer Liu Chen went to Tiantai Mountain to collect herbs. He met a woman who wanted to marry her. Half a year later, he missed his parents and returned home only to find that it had been a hundred years and that no one in the village knew him.  Liu Chen knew the path to immortality, so he returned to the mountain to look for the fairy, but he could no longer find his original path.  There are gains and losses, and it is just a big dream after all.

    "It doesn't matter whether you win the lottery or not." If that's the case, what the hell am I asking for?

    I felt a little annoyed, as if I had been teased!

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????]???????????????????????????????????????????????]] Suddenly I saw a verse on the back of the bamboo stick: The spring breeze of the old days broke a thousand bones of flowers and a single thought of a dream break a few branches.

    When I came, I didn¡¯t understand the meaning of the spring breeze, but when I woke up, it was no longer the third spring.

    "Everything inside and outside the play is a dream, and it is never too late to die."

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    "Compared with the clich¨¦d signatures, this explanation has a different flavor. However, this "the truth is my own, and God knows the good and bad, good and bad" is easy to say, but difficult to do.?!

    Shaking his head, he sent back the fortune teller.  I don't care about this kind of thing. I'd better think about how I got into the black water pool when I got back!

    I turned around and followed the Hongmao Stream back to the underworld. When I arrived at the gate of the city, I was about to enter the gate and show my arrows. Suddenly I heard a clear and sad suona sound coming from behind me. This music was a bit depressing. I turned around and saw several people.  The Yin soldiers rode a white paper boat from the Wangchuan River in the distance. The leader held a white flag high, and the suona played behind him

    "Master, are you going back to the city, or are you going out on business?" the guard Yin soldier asked me flatteringly.

    I glanced at the river and asked casually: "What is this? Why is this tone so sad?"

    The Yin soldier glanced at him and said with a faint smile: "Oh, you are talking about the funeral boat. I don't know anything about it. It seems that an old female officer just died at that time. She was from Nanfanbuzhou. This is for the tribe.  Send the funeral boat to the island."

    "Old female officials? Could it be that ghosts can still die?" I murmured.

    The Yin soldier guarding the gate smiled and said: "Master, you are kidding me. Our servants will die. Whether they live or die is not a matter of human opinion. Hey, look, the white flag doesn't have the last name written on it."

    I followed the yin soldier's finger and saw that the white flag fluttering in the wind had the word "Su" written all over it.

    Su?

    I muttered something, and my head buzzed, why is it Su?  How could it be Su?

    "Tell me, what is the name of this female officer? Come on, tell me quickly!" My heart twitched a few times inexplicably, and I couldn't help shouting at the guard!

    The guard was startled by me and stammered: "Master Cha, what's wrong? Are you familiar with me? Don't don't be anxious, I'll ask you."

    The little soldier turned around and entered the tower. After a while, he hurried out and frowned at me: "Brother, you should know this person. He used to be from your Rakshasa Mansion, the original Eighteen Asura Suru!"

    "Impossible!" I roared: "How could it be her, how could it be possible? You are talking nonsense!"

    It felt like a hole had been poked in my heart, and all the previous reasons were gone in an instant. Luo Bu, what are you thinking about?  Isn¡¯t one Kui enough?  Didn't you really understand that she was waiting to die?

    No, you guessed it, but you were lucky.

    ¡°It¡¯s not so much that you believe Suru¡¯s lies, but that you are afraid of admitting the conspiracy.

    She looks more like a pure girl today than any other day, haven¡¯t you noticed?

    "He gave you a few instructions today, which seemed like his last words. Didn't you notice?"

    She actually said goodbye instead of goodbye, didn¡¯t you notice?  The implication of goodbye is, never see you again!

    "Brother, Master Cha, you what are you doing? Let me go, I'm just gossiping!" I grabbed the little soldier and said with a sad face: "Everything I said is true.  Our sect chief has just received the news that Rakshasa Suru, a Yin general, committed suicide in the Nine Soul Duckweed Green Light Cave. If I have done anything offensive, youdon't you, sir, not remember the faults of villains?" (  Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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