Chapter 11220
Daochang Yuan did not refuse Yang Ruoqing's request. He took out something rolled into a tube from his spacious sleeve robe.
Yang Ruoqing also saw that thing once last time. When rolled together, the area is about the same size as a paper tube rolled into a piece of A4 paper for painting, but the appearance is caramel color. At first glance, It looks a bit like the large hawthorn rolls sold in snack shops.
A large roll of hawthorn peel costs five or six yuan, which is easy to sell in humid conditions. It can satisfy customers who like sweet and sour food to the maximum extent, allowing them to achieve the freedom of hawthorn peel.
Of course, the roll Daochang Yuan took out is neither A4 paper for painting nor the hawthorn skin roll that girls like to eat. Judging from the material of this thing, it is probably made of some animal skin. It was made because people in ancient times liked to draw maps or engrave some very important words and information on the processed animal skins, so that they could be easily preserved.
Taoist priest Yuan spread the animal skin flat on the small kang table next to him, and then his true appearance was revealed, which was a picture of the universe and the Eight Diagrams with the heavenly stems and earthly branches.
Daochang Yuan then took out a pair of dried things similar to the shape of pig kidneys, held them in his palm, raised the sleeves of his Taoist robe and gently wiped the pair of things.
As if aware of Yang Ruoqing's curious eyes, Taoist Yuan explained: "These two items are old items passed down by my master and others. For general divination, other ordinary items can be used."
"From what you said before, the old man from the Huansheng family is a bit strange. I have to ask for this set of old things left by my master to take possession of it!"
Yang Ruoqing suddenly understood .
Can she understand this as the difference between a Xiaomi plus rifle and an AK47?
"Daozhang Yuan, you can just arrange it. I'll wait quietly for the results."
Daozhang Yuan nodded and stopped communicating with Yang Ruoqing.
He was originally sitting cross-legged on the futon, but now he stood up and straightened his robe.
Then he threw the pair of 'pig kidneys' that he had just wiped clean on the animal skin Bagua diagram in front of him.
Bringing a pair of 'pig kidneys' to different positions on the Bagua diagram, Daochang Yuan leaned down to pick up the front and back of the two objects, and squinted his eyes to examine the words on the two objects respectively.
Although Yang Ruoqing said nothing, she paid close attention to Taoist Yuan doing this ritual. At this moment, she also stretched her neck to see the form above.
To be ashamed, even if Yang Ruoqing broke her neck, she would still feel lonely.
Not only could she not understand what the directions in which the two objects fell meant, she didn't even quite recognize the words they covered.
Why?
Because the characters written with black brush on it are all ancient characters.
The ancient characters are what they call them, Yang Ruoqing's way of calling them. These are all traditional Chinese characters. She can only recognize half of many characters to guess what they mean.
And there are not only traditional Chinese characters on this Bagua map, but also some pictographic characters similar to the shapes of flowers, birds, insects and fish, large and small, densely mixed together. Due to age, the color has appeared to a certain extent. It's peeling off and blurry, so it tests your eyesight very much.
Yang Ruoqing admires Taoist Priest Yuan very much. He can recognize this, which shows that he is a really capable Taoist priest!
When I built a Taoist temple thanks to Xiaomo’s blessing, I didn’t know where to hire a Taoist priest to take charge. Fortunately, Xiaomo’s master, Taoist priest Yuan, did not have a fixed Taoist temple at that time, so he practiced at home, often eating too much. Dayton...
Okay, I'm going too far here. Maybe Taoists like Taoist priests like Yuan Daozhang and others pursue different things from ordinary people.
Yang Ruoqing absolutely believed that in the eyes of Yuan Daochang, she could see the existence of Venus in front of her as if she were reading a book from heaven.
"Taoist Yuan, what does the hexagram say?" Yang Ruoqing saw that after waiting for a long time, Taoist Yuan still didn't say anything. She couldn't help it anymore and asked aloud.
Daochang Yuan stroked his beard that was trimmed almost to chest level, squinted his eyes, and shook his head: "It's strange, I can't quite understand what this hexagram shows!"
ah?
Even Taoist Yuan can’t understand?
What hexagram is that?
Yang Ruoqing was about to ask again, but Daochang Yuan suddenly turned around and asked Xiaomo to fetch water.
Apprentice Xiao Mo, who had been waiting silently beside him, quickly went to bring a basin of water back to the house.
Daochang Yuan walked over and washed his hands.
After wiping it clean, he straightened his Taoist robes and came to the portrait of Zhang Tianshi hanging on the east wall. Holding three lit incense sticks in his hands, he bowed three times to the portrait of Zhang Tianshi.
After praying, he respectfully inserted the three sticks of incense in his hand into the three-legged incense burner under Zhang Tianshi's painting.
After doing all this, he returned to the small kang table and picked up the pair of 'pig kidneys' again. Well, Yang Ruoqing really couldn't find a better way to describe those two things. Too much like pork kidneys.
Daochang Yuan closed his eyes, muttered something in his mouth, and then threw the pig kidney again.
The pig kidneys fell onto the animal skin Bagua chart spread out on the kang table, one facing up and the other facing down.
Daochang Yuan stretched out his left hand and carefully identified the Bagua chart, fearing that the cuff of the Taoist robe would get in the way. He gently stroked the cuff of his left hand with his right hand, leaned down to identify it carefully, and muttered something in his mouth again, muttering something that Yang Ruoqing couldn't hear. If you understand.
To be precise, she could still understand every word that Yuan Daochang said.
But what did the long sentences mean when they were connected together? Her mind went blank!
She guessed that Taoist Yuan should be deducing the results based on the hexagrams, just like when we do math problems, sometimes after seeing the conditions of the problem, we will subconsciously mutter something when applying the formula...
"The hexagram... has probably come out."
"Probably?" Yang Ruoqing came to the small kang table and took a look at the hexagram. She couldn't even tell the word 'probably'.
"Master Yuan, what do you mean? Is the old man from the Huansheng family alive or dead?"
"If he is alive, where is he now?"
" If he died, where would he hide his body? ”
Daochang Yuan's eyes still stayed on the hexagrams, and while he was studying, he said: "From the hexagrams, the old man's current state is half dead and half alive."
"Half dead and half alive? This..." Yang Ruoqing was shocked by Yuan Daochang's words. I can't stop talking.
There is a very clear judgment of death in medicine. The heartbeat stops, the breathing disappears, the pupils dilate, and the brain waves return to zero. This is the real death in the medical sense.
Why is it that when we get to the hexagram, a new entry name appears?
"Could it be that he died and then faked his body?" Yang Ruoqing asked tentatively.
This is also the greatest imagination she can use among the mysterious things she is currently exposed to.
Died, and then died in a corpse raising place with very special feng shui. The cold air coming from the ground continuously nourished the old man's body, making him incorruptible, and even his hair and fingernails could survive. Keep growing...