Chapter 1533 Thousand Miles Telephone Note
The provincial capital, Xiongzhai.
Xiong Chumo hasn't had a peaceful sleep since his granddaughter Xiong Haizi came back.
Because the divination secret technique for which he was famous suddenly went awry.
This made Xiong Chumo, who had already buried his neck in the soil, very uncomfortable.
I have been studying under a teacher since I was a child, and my Taoist sect is orthodox.
In the end, I chose divination as the foundation for settling down.
Moreover, the original firewood-chopping ballad is a combination of the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought.
Weddings and funerals, naming events, opening celebrations, fortune telling, everything goes well.
Ever since my granddaughter discovered that the Sky Fox appeared, she immediately wanted to calculate the good or bad luck.
After all, the Sky Fox has returned, and a monster of this level walking around in the world must be a sign of great changes in the world.
However, after many calculations, the results are ambiguous, and the good or bad is unknown.
This puts the old man Xiong Chumo in trouble.
If this unique skill of his doesn't work, he'll be in trouble.
Xiong Haizi looked at his grandfather who was helpless and wanted to help.
But what can I do with my two brushes?
After grandpa failed for the 456th time, Xiong Haizi stood up.
"Grandpa, how about we start from the source?
I participated in the auction of the first fish that day, and I got up in the morning and said that my opportunity had arrived.
Then I saw Tianhu appearing on Taiqinggou.
I think it's better to start from this point.
There is a classmate in the local area, should I ask him to find out? ”
When Xiong Chumo was told by his granddaughter, he immediately became unhappy.
Our family just eats this bowl of rice. Doesn’t that ruin our own brand?
What to do next?
After so many years in the world, how many of his colleagues have been trampled under his feet.
My own success has become a thorn in the side of many of my peers.
Yes, over the years, I have accumulated a part of the family business and also created a reputation.
However, if you can't keep your reputation, you can't keep your family business either.
The day the sign falls down is the day the family is destroyed.
I spent my whole life telling others' lives, but when it was my turn, I fell out of luck.
I regret that I should have been attracted by the rolling world of mortals, and went down to start a business to enjoy the glory and wealth.
If you were still in the sect, you wouldn't have these worries.
By the way, Shimen.
Over the years, I have paid a lot of money to the teacher.
If something happens to you, the disciples have to take care of themselves.
"Haizi, I know what I know, so don't mess with it.
Grandpa, I also had a sect to pass on.
After taking so much money, you have to do something. ”
With that said, Xiong Chumo took out a piece of yellow paper from the drawer.
I worked hard and carefully wrote down my problem.
At the same time, he raised his doubts.
Is it because the Patriarch doesn’t reward this bowl of rice?
Or did you run out of money for errands?
Xiong Haizi saw it freshly. Is this a message that needs to be transmitted thousands of miles away?
In addition to telling people's fortunes over the years, my grandfather has never revealed any Taoist magic.
A piece of yellow paper can send a message thousands of miles. What is the principle?
It's comparable to quantum entanglement.
It turns out that a piece of yellow paper certainly doesn't.
Xiong Chumo finished writing on the yellow paper and folded it into the shape of a paper crane more carefully.
He raised it high above his head and bowed devoutly.
Then he suddenly took action and threw it into the sky.
Xiong Haizi was stunned immediately.
Is it so magical?
Can you fold a paper crane and fly away?
What is the driving force?
Just look at the paper crane, after it is thrown up and reaches the highest point.
It didn't flap its wings and fly away as expected.
Instead, a perfect parabola was drawn.
Bang, it fell to the ground.
Xiong Haizi was even more shocked.
Could it be that Grandpa’s formal spell casting failed?
Seeing Xiong Chumo's ugly face, please kindly comfort him with a few words.
"Grandpa, is there a success rate? Do you want to try again?"
Xiong Chumo looked at the paper crane on the ground, melancholy picked up the cigarette from the table, lit it and took a puff. It seems as if he is meditating and reminiscing.
Did I miss a link?
Why did it fail?
Could it be that I remembered it wrong?
Or is it that the master’s side doesn’t accept it?
Do you want to be so heartless?
I haven't spent much money.
The road leading to Yunyun Temple was built by myself.
When the cigarette butt burned his hands, Xiong Chumo suddenly woke up.
Feeling the lighter in my hand, I suddenly realized.
I squatted on the ground, picked up the paper crane, and lit it with a lighter.
Watch the paper crane burn to ashes in the ashtray.
Then he laughed when he was done.
"Damn it, I almost forgot, I need to burn it.
Hey, I haven’t used it for too long and I’m getting rusty. ”
Xiong Haizi really wanted to complain about her grandfather, but she didn't dare and felt uncomfortable holding it in.
"Grandpa, is this all right?"
Xiong Chumo lay on the Arhat bed and stretched himself, feeling quite confident.
"Of course, this is an orthodox Taoist spell.
Today is an eye-opener for you.
Don't think that grandpa always said that he learned art at a young age and became famous because of his master's degree.
My teacher is really the Yunyun Temple in Beijing.
Later, there was a natural disaster, and Guanli couldn't get over it.
I voluntarily went down the mountain to repay my teacher's kindness and fend for myself. ”
Isn't it a necessary publicity measure to get a high price?
Isn't it because it's so edible that it almost turns the Taoist temple into a yellow?
Xiong Haizi was afraid of being beaten and did not dare to expose it.
But looking at my grandfather, he is over eighty years old.
Carrying more than three hundred kilograms of weight, I can't help but be speechless.
"Grandpa, how long will it take for you to receive a reply?"
Xiong Chumo calculated with his hands for a long time and muttered in his mouth.
"Our distance from the Beijing Expressway is more than 900 kilometers.
In terms of straight-line distance, it would be six to seven hundred kilometers.
According to the flying speed of the paper crane.
The distance divided by the speed should be.
If it is slow, it will take one or two years. If it is fast, you will get a reply in half a year. ”
Xiong Haizi immediately lost his temper. Are you kidding?
"Grandpa, if you had spoken so slowly.
I'll drive you there and I'll be back tomorrow.
Is it so laborious?
It’s been half a year, are you kidding me? ”
Xiong Chumo didn't care, and said it unhurriedly.
"Haizi, be more careful.
The Taoist sect has its own rules and should not be contaminated by worldly impetuousness.
Slow things down, don't you understand?
When you are my age, you will understand.
One step early, one step late, or two steps late will not affect your reaching the finish line.
As long as you are heading in the right direction and are not going blind.
This is the life sentiment that my grandfather and I have summarized over the past decades.
Just take some notes and it will last a lifetime. ”
Xiong Haizi really wanted to take out his pen and stab his grandfather rebelliously.
Who was the one whose eyebrows were burning when he just found out that Tianhu appeared?
Now let's slow things down and make things smoother. What's wrong with it?
Just as he was about to turn around and leave the house, he ignored the old man.
The ringing of the phone came to mind.
Xiong Haizi looked at his phone and saw that it was not his.
Xiong Chumo over there answered the phone.
"Master, why did you call me?
Did you receive my Thousand Miles Transmission Note?
How about it? After so many years as an apprentice, the Taoist magic has not been neglected.
Are you always happy? ”
A large speaker for an elderly phone, for external stereo sound.
"What the hell is the sound transmission from thousands of miles away?
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is exhausted, and the spiritual energy network is blocked and there is no channel.
The Internet is gone, so what are you doing?
If you have anything to call me, can you die? ”
Xiong Chumo's embarrassing cancer was already in the advanced stage. Chemotherapy was useless.
(End of chapter)