Chen Fusheng pointed to the left and right words on the hexagram banner: "Discover good and bad luck", "See gods and ask for immortals", and said to Jiang Youcai:

"If you encounter such a difficult thing, you naturally have to divine and calculate the good and bad luck. You can only get an answer if there is any difficulty or whether it turns bad luck into good luck."

When Jiang Youcai heard this, he nodded quickly:

"Okay, okay, then I'll ask the little god to tell me a divination!"

Chen Fusheng had already made a decision and wanted to use the "banner-recruiting" technique in divination and divination skills.

All kinds of mysterious and exquisite skills such as spirit writing, signature collection, talisman introduction, banner recruitment, tortoise shell, double pupils, and river map are all the best skills of Taoist sects to divine and ask questions.

Among them, the technique of "recruiting banners" is most suitable for divining good and bad luck in a short period of time.

Immediately, Chen Fusheng took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from his backpack and a thin brush. He asked about Jiang Youcai's birth date and horoscope and wrote it on the yellow talisman paper.

Then, he wrote down only the difficulties that Jiang Youcai encountered on paper.

Everything was ready, Chen Fusheng picked up the yellow talisman paper, and approached the talismans to the hexagram banner. He silently recited the spells in his heart, communicated the talismans with his thoughts and performed sacrifices.

Jiang Youcai looked uneasy and stared at Chen Fusheng's actions.

But for a moment, the yellow talisman paper that was close to the hexagram banner and talisman was spontaneously burning without wind.

In an instant, it turned into ashes and collapsed.

At the same time, on the banner like skin and paper, the four words "Diect the good and bad fortune" are slightly shining, as if there is a blue-black color flowing, like mosquitoes and ants, or earthworms, which is very strange.

Jiang Youcai swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and he didn't dare to shiver slightly.

Chen Fusheng closed his eyes.

Press one finger on the banner, and one finger on the middle of the eyebrows.

moment!

A murmur full of violence, obscure, terrifying, and faintly lingering in Chen Fusheng's ears.

Immediately, bloody scenes, like waves of tides, floating and turbulent in front of Chen Fusheng's closed eyes. There was a faint black chaos, and the ferocious claws were opened.

This is a bad omen!

Chen Fusheng remained silent, continued to close his eyes and calm down, and followed the instructions of the hexagram banner.

In a trance, countless noises and chaos gradually began to gather.

Finally they gathered into a "belly band".

The bellyband has a vermilion color and a normal style, and nothing special.

But an extremely vague and terrible face appeared on this bellyband. It seemed that there was an ugly face that looked like a human and an animal, struggling in the bellyband, venting its resentment.

In a moment, all illusions ended and smoke disappeared.

Chen Fusheng opened his eyes.

But he stared at Jiang Youcai.

Jiang Youcai looked at Chen Fusheng trembled and felt that the little Taoist priest in front of him had a righteous face. In his seemingly half-blind eyes, a sharp light burst out, as if it was stinging people's hearts, making people even more terrified.

"Little...Little Fairy...You are..."

Jiang Youcai didn't know how to deal with it, so he asked in panic.

Sudden!

His face changed drastically, and his throat seemed to have a mouthful of thick phlegm. He hissed only vented but did not inhale. His face seemed purple and swollen, and his eyes were covered with blood.

Jiang Youcai's forehead was immediately sweating profusely, and the black lines like earthworms spread out hideously between his eyebrows and eyes. His entire face seemed to be swollen, and began to swell terriblely.

It seemed that in just a moment, the timid middle-aged man was about to die.

Sneak~~

Chen Fusheng has already taken action with one sword.

The sword blade is dark, colorless and lightless, and it is fixed in the air between Jiang Youcai's eyebrows.

At this moment, there was already a bloody color on the blade.

The blood is as bright as the thunder pattern, wandering wildly, like a dragon.

Chen Fusheng held the hexagram banner in one hand and the iron sword in the other hand, as stable as pine mountains, with spring thunder blooming on his tongue, and shouted:

"The good or bad luck of recruiting banners is not determined!"

"The ghosts and monsters finally retreated!"

In the voice, the four words "Seeking Gods and Asking Immortals" on the hexagram banner are slightly lit. Then the flag pole and talisman are also lit.

In an instant, Jiang Youcai's eyebrows pointed at the tip of the iron sword seemed to be rippling.

At the same time, Jiang Youcai's purple-black and swelling face gradually faded. The strangeness and terrible before all disappeared and no longer existed.

"Ouch......"

"It hurts so much..."

Jiang Youcai seemed to wake up from a dream, holding his forehead with both hands and wailing. But then he felt like he was poured on a basin of cold water, and was shocked, and his whole body returned to peace.

Seeing this, Chen Fusheng withdrew his sword and returned to the sheath, and slowly let out a long breath.

Tying banners is a way to distinguish good and bad luck, but it will also lead to backlash.

After all, it is to calculate the other party's good or bad omen in a dark way, so how can there be no reason to pay the price? Therefore, it is also a matter of course for Jiang Youcai to be hurt by the bad omen.

Orthodox Taoist practitioners will use their means to suppress them when bad signs are backfired.

The deeper the calculation, the more fierce the backlash, and the more powerful the means of suppression must be.

Otherwise, it will harm others and yourself, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

The hexagram banner in Chen Fusheng's hand is the most precious relics of the old Taoist priest. Whether it is the pole, the banner, or the talisman on the banner, they are all fine works of the righteous way.

Moreover, Chen Fusheng believed that the iron sword in his hand was extraordinary.

That's why we have the decision to dare to suppress the backlash.

Of course, the orthodox methods and orthodox mantras that Chen Fusheng practiced since childhood and practiced since childhood are also indispensable help.

"Little God...I...What's wrong with me?" Jiang Youcai asked with a trembling voice, and the cold sweat wiping his cheeks could not be relieved.

Naturally, he didn't understand the danger of this move. If he knew that it was not even the end of being eaten and killed, he would definitely collapse.

Chen Fusheng's face was calm and he said with a smile:

"If you encounter bad luck turns good luck, you can be liberated."

Jiang Youcai was immediately surprised and quickly turned his head and bowed, saying tremblingly:

"Thank you little fairy! Thank you little fairy... My family is finally saved!"

Chen Fusheng helped Jiang Youcai up:

"No need to thank you. This matter has not been liberated yet. Let's go to your house first."

Jiang Youcai nodded repeatedly.

......

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Pingkang Lane, about several miles away from Yanlan Lane, is one of the old streets with the most local residents.

Jiang Youcai's house is at the end of Pingkang Lane.

This is a place close to the deserted ridges and fields, surrounded by vegetable gardens, messy and dead forests, graves piled up, and dilapidated caves.

Although this place is called Pingkang Lane, it is a place where poor people live in Baoqi Town. Although there are many residents, the geographical environment is not as good as other streets and alleys.

Fortunately, there is land and land, self-sufficiency, and food and clothing are not a problem.

Jiang Youcai and Zhouli's neighbors are old servants who burn kilns. With government subsidies, their lives are quite decent.

Chen Fusheng returned home with Jiang Youcai.

Standing outside the courtyard, I looked at the surrounding geography.

"I walked all the way from the town gate archway and passed many streets. In those central areas, a good place where wealthy gentry gathered together seemed to be better. But in terms of appearance, the rural area here seemed more normal..."

Chen Fusheng, with a half-blind hazy vision, patrolled the entire environment, feeling the sky and the earth are clear and the atmosphere is dull. Compared with the strange atmosphere in the town, this place seems more detailed and more.

Um?

Chen Fusheng looked far away and saw a temple on the side of the barren mountain covered with clouds and mist.

But it is too far away and there is fog covering it, so it is not real to see it.

Jiang Youcai was eager to get rid of the bad omen at home, and kept nagging and begging Chen Fusheng to get into the house quickly.

Chen Fusheng looked back at the vague temple in the distance, let go of the matter for the time being, and followed Jiang Youcai into the home.

Jiang Youcai has only one son, and another disciple and his wife both live in the same courtyard. Three tiled houses and a wood-room were added to the timbered house, and the cleaning was well organized.

In the courtyard, the soup was boiled, rich and white smoke was everywhere.
To be continued...