At the end of March 30, 2014, GD Yongle Cemetery.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the strong wind shook the trees. Suddenly, a bright light tore up the dark sky. Then, a loud sound resounded through the world, and a pouring rain fell from the sky, followed by a louder thunderbolt.
"Shifu! Hurry up, they are all going down the mountain to hide." Wang Zixuan anxiously dragged, but Shifu's feet seemed to have taken root.
Let the rain hit his face, and the white haired Zhou Kangjie looked up to the sky with a wry smile, "When you can avoid killing a teacher, you can't hide from killing a teacher!"
Heard the rumble of the mountain top, it was torrents and mudslides! Wang Zixuan's face turned pale, and the place where he killed his master was unpredictable. It was safer only to follow the powerful master.
"Shifu! The road is fifty, the sky is forty nine, and people can always have a chance to escape!"
When Zhou Kangjie heard this, he felt thoughtful. He took out a piece of purple talisman paper, quickly folded it into eight trigrams with both hands, and recited the mantra in his mouth:
"The Xuanzong of heaven and earth is the root of all kinds of energy. It cultivates all kinds of kaleidoscopes and testifies to my divine power. Inside and outside the three realms, the only way is Taoism. The body has golden light, which reflects my body. You can see it but not hear it. It includes heaven and earth, and raises people. You can recite it for thousands of times and have light. The guards of the three realms and the five emperors welcome it. All gods salute and control thunder. Ghosts and demons are cowardly, and ghosts and monsters are dead. There are thunderbolts inside, and the god of thunder is invisible. Holes and wisdom intersect thoroughly, and the five qi soar. The golden light appears quickly and protects the real person! "
The rune paper burst into a purple flame in the palm of Zhou Kangjie's hand. "I serve the Supreme Master as an urgent as a law!" A palm clapped Wang Zixuan's chest and knocked him down the slope.
"Zixuan, I can't hide from this disaster. You are very insidious. I'm afraid you will cause trouble. I have always kept you around, and I can't take care of you in the future. Remember, do good deeds and accumulate virtue, and don't help the tyrant!"
"Shifu!!" Wang Zixuan cried, watching the torrent of mud rock coming from the top of the mountain. He understood that Shifu had sent him away, and people were chanting mantras in the air,
"The light of the sky, the light of the earth, the light of the sun, the moon and the stars, the ordinary big light, the light shines in ten directions, and the golden light appears quickly, covering my body!"
A thunderbolt flashed and rumbled across the sky.
July 20, 1984, Tongcai Street, Xiangjiang.
Wang Zixuan was awakened by a sudden slap on the door. He sat up from his bed and looked at the strange environment, wondering.
Where is this?
I was clearly accompanying my master to set up affairs in the cemetery when I met a mudslide in the killing place.
Is he saved by others?
Scratching his head with his hands, he felt the gauze on his forehead and the hair on his temples. He jumped out of the creaking bed in horror, looked around, saw a round mirror hanging upside down on the wall, and took it over in a hurry.
The face in the mirror is very familiar, it must be my own, and I feel something is wrong.
This dull and tender face is only seventeen or eight years old, and he is nearly thirty years old. How can he have such good skin? Moreover, his eight characters are pure yin, and his hands and feet are cold all the year round. Why are they hot now?
Also, what's the ghost of the watermelon with neat sideburns in the mirror?
be reborn? A word suddenly jumped out of Wang Zixuan's mind.
"Lazy devil, you know how to sleep all day long. Are you a pig? You are too lazy to open the door for me!" was the voice of a girl?
Hearing the sound of unlocking, Wang Zixuan grinned at himself in the mirror and hurriedly climbed to the bed to sleep with a quilt.
The situation is unknown. First look at the situation.
……
The floor fan creaks, which can not blow away the summer heat and humidity.
The girl with two twisted braids on the back of her head sits on a high stool and stares at Wang Zixuan, who is buried in words.
"What are you writing about?"
The talking girl has a white and tender steamed bun face, two braided braids and dark and bright eyes. She is Wang Zixuan's sister Zhou Xiaohan, 14 years old, and now she is in the second grade of De Zhennv Middle School.
"Write novels and movie scripts." Wang Zixuan casually explained.
Seven days ago, Wang Zixuan met with a gang fight on his way home. Someone broke his head and shed a lot of blood. He came back confused and frightened Zhou Xiaohan. Fortunately, Uncle Wen and others in the neighborhood helped to send Wang Zixuan to the clinic for treatment.
"Brother, Old Dou died early, and the business in the Feng Shui shop is not profitable. Please don't steal my tuition fees to gamble, will you?" Zhou Xiaohan looked at me blankly, and felt bad.
Wang Zixuan has fused his memory. Both brother and sister are Xie Tiangang, abandoned babies picked up by a fortune teller.
Xie Tiangang left this Jieji Jieji Fengshui fortune telling shop after his death, while Wang Zixuan has dropped out of school and is now at home. The history of this world is somewhat different from his previous life memories. Many people appear, but many do not.
"Keep an account. I will repay you ten times as much as I borrowed."
"What are you going to give back? You have hands and feet. If you don't look at the shop, you will go out to find a job!" Zhou Xiaohan again cast a bad eye on him.
Wang Zixuan thought a hundred times, stopped writing, looked up and smiled, "Xiao Han, you've worked hard for two years, and it's a blessing in disguise. This one on the head wakes me up, and I can't go on like this!"
"You see, I am writing novels and writing scripts now, and I will soon make a lot of money. Later, I will take you to live in a luxury house in the middle of the mountain and send you to the Imperial Academy!"
Many of the protagonists of the novels reborn in Xiangjiang are well developed in writing novels and scripts, and can easily earn millions. Wang Zixuan also has this idea.
"By the way, Xiaohan, when choosing a luxury house, remember to choose a bigger balcony." Wang Zixuan said seriously.
"Is the balcony bigger?" Zhou Xiaohan wondered.
Wang Zixuan said positively, "My brother will make a lot of money in the future. The coastal climate of Xiangjiang is hot and humid, so you should often take the money to the balcony to dry it, otherwise it is easy to get moldy."
Zhou Xiaohan's mouth twitched, "It's good to have dreams, but..."
"Yes, if people don't have dreams, what's the difference between them and salted fish? Give Zhang Redwood Fish a haircut. In order to make my dreams come true, I will start from scratch!" Wang Zixuan was full of ambition.
The 100 yuan note is called the redwood fish because it is all red, and the green crab refers to the notes below 100 yuan, including 10 yuan, 20 yuan, and 50 yuan. The 1000 yuan note is called the Big Taurus.
Zhou Xiaohan suddenly turned over, "Your mother! I want to cheat my mother and gamble on her tuition!"
"It's not what you think." Wang Zixuan apologized, helplessly taking up a bowl of noodles. His predecessor said too many similar lies, but now his reputation is bankrupt, and he can only carry the blame.
His predecessor did not gamble with money, but was expelled from North Point Cooperative High School for the sake of pleasing Li Lizhen, the class flower, and fighting with others. As far as he knew, his predecessor was not even a spare tire, but he was just regarded as a champion.
"Stop talking nonsense, eat quickly, and go with me to send Kirin this afternoon." Zhou Xiaohan glared at him and said angrily.
Note that no one in the geomantic fortune telling shop is in town, and the brother and sister don't know about geomantic omen. Now they mainly rely on reselling some mascots that are bright and evil.
"Didn't you just go there yesterday?" Wang Zixuan put down his bowl, and in order to save ten yuan, he had to stop pulling his free labor to pedal three rounds.
"Did you eat yesterday and today?"
Wang Zixuan looked at Zhou Xiaohan's face carefully, pinched his fingers, and said with a solemn face, "Xiao Han, look at your forehead. You should not go out at this time today, or you will be hit by blood!"
