Chapter 483: Beast bone divination hexagram

"Shih!"

Wuqi's ragged linen sleeves were grabbed by the old man, and his entire sleeves were pulled off. He smiled bitterly, and Wuqi looked at the hunchbacked old man and asked, "What are you trying to catch me? There is no need to say anything like saving your life. You are an old man who was beaten to death in public. I can't see such things, that's all."

The hunchbacked old man coughed a few times and threw away Wuqi's cuffs. He walked to Wuqi tremblingly, lowered his voice and sighed: "Young man, okay, these days, fewer old guys like me can have compassion. Tsk, you are not lucky recently!"

With a raised brow, Wuqi looked at his broken arm and said calmly: "Of course luck is not good. If you are lucky, can someone cut off one hand?"

He stretched out his hand and pulled Wuqi's palm. The old man pulled him toward a bumpy rock in the grass on the roadside. He whispered, "Come on, come with me. Oh, young man, be more courageous. Are you still afraid that I, an old guy who only breaths, will do you?"

Wuqi rolled his eyes a few times, letting the old man pull him to the rock outside. He drove away from him, and there were dozens of natural rock pillars seven or eight feet tall standing there, hundreds of rocks of varying sizes spread on the grassland, forming a barrier like the foundation of a house. Several groundhogs unique to the grassland were standing blankly on a large rock, staring straight at Wuqi and the hunchbacked old man.

The panting old man hunchbacked pulled Wuqi to the rocky field, avoiding the pedestrians on the road who shouted and discussed the scene of Wuqi saving people under the whip just now. Bypassing a few big stones, the old man hunchbacked pulled Wuqi to sit down on a grass several feet in a radius.

With a hunched back on the ground, the old man could finally turn his gaze to Wuqi's face. He smiled lowly, and the hunched old man shook his head and said, "The eyebrows are black, and the black air is rising behind his head. You have been very lucky recently. What's the point of breaking your arm? You almost lost your life, right? In just a few months, you almost lost your life?"

Wuqi was so stern. He stared deeply at the old man's eyes that were more white, less gray, and said in a deep voice: "Old man, just say whatever you want to say! You can see that you are not an ordinary person. If you have anything you want to say to me, just say it clearly."

"Oh!" The hunchbacked old man rubbed his palms, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Young man who speaks so directly is not cute at all!"

He sighed, and the old man shook his head and said, "But, he still has a little respect for the elderly. He is still a very good young man! Unlike the bastards now, they all forget their ancestors and do not respect the elderly. Oh, what's this?"

Wuqi looked at the old man without saying a word. The old man shook his head. He grabbed the bamboo basket behind him, flipped through the valuable herbs for a while, and took out a flat bone plate that was more than one foot long and three inches wide, light golden. The bone plate was as smooth as a mirror, and complex patterns naturally formed in the golden bones. The lavender patterns were inlaid with spots of silver light spots. Wuqi suddenly felt that the patterns on the bone plate were very familiar.

He looked at the old man in surprise, and Wuqi looked up at the sky. The sun was shining brightly and he could not see the stars, but Wuqi was sure that the lines on the bone plate were part of the star map in the night sky. The old man shook his palm, and the lines on the bone plate changed with the light and shadow, as if hundreds of stars were really following some trajectory on the bone plate.

"This is..." Wuqi's mind suddenly shone. This seemed to be the skeleton of some kind of natural strange beast, "Beast of Fortune"?

The Thieves Sutra only mentioned this strange beast slightly, because there is no thing that the people who passed on the Witches Sutra think is useful, so the Thieves Sutra’s description of the Witches Sutra is very simple.

The old man grinned his teeth, he gently stroked the bone plate and said softly: "Young man, you saved the old man today, so the old man will use this bone plate of the beast of good fortune that has been treasured for half his life to predict your future good and bad luck. If it is a sign of great danger, you can find a place to hide. If it is a good fortune..."

The old man pondered for a while, and Wuqi asked back, "If it's a good fortune, so what?"

Grinning, the old man shook his head repeatedly and said, "Look at your bad luck that is rushing towards your forehead, how can it be a sign of good luck?"

Wuqi almost fainted from the old man's words. He stared at the old man fiercely and said in a deep voice: "Then, please give me a try!" No one likes to be said that he must be unlucky, so Wuqi naturally doesn't like to hear such unlucky words.

The old man grinned, and he stroked the bone plate and recited the spell in a strange way. The light around suddenly darkened, and a cold air came to the ground. The scorching sun in the air also lost its power. The cold air penetrated into Wuqi's body along the pores. This sticky and solid cold air made Wuqi shudder and hurriedly used his true energy to resist the invasion of the cold air.

A low ghost roar came from the depths of the ground. A small gray-white whirlwind about a foot high emerged from the soil under the old man's feet with a spiral, and drifted around. The green tender grass on the grass suddenly withered, as if all their anger and the moisture in their bodies were instantly drained.

The sound of ghosts made the innate Yuanying in Wuqi's body begin to restless. Fortunately, there was the Forbidden Law Divine Flame to help him stabilize his mind. His eyes swept around, and a faint purple-green light shot out from his pupils. The sound of ghosts and cold air never dared to approach his body again.

The old man looked up at Wuqi in surprise, nodded and smiled, "Young man, there are some good things to accompany you, which is great!"

Wuqi didn't say anything. He sat cross-legged, his hands formed the unique ice lotus seal in the Xuanyin Water Sutra to protect the Dantian. The cold air continued to gush out of his body. The cold air stabilized the mind and the cold air made the surrounding air "Ka" frozen, and large pieces of ice crystals fell from the top of his head. Soon, the grass beside them turned into a white patch, as if the middle of winter suddenly came.

The strange spells gradually sounded, and the old man pointed to the ground in front of him. With the squeaking of ghosts, seven ghosts, who were only about one foot tall, were pitch black and crawled out from the ground with their long tails. They chirped and screamed, throwing the few white bones dragged on their hands on the ground. These bones were strangely shaped and covered with sharp thorns, which were obviously not owned by humans.

The old man stretched out his hand and piled the bones into a pile. Several white whirlwinds rolled over, and they just whirlwinds around the pile of bones. The gray-white flames suddenly rose up, and the bones were burning. The gray-white flames gathered into a fire head about a foot. A white smoke rushed straight up to a dozen feet high. It turned into a large piece of white smoke and drifted away when it was blown by the wind.

The bone plate of the beast of good fortune was thrown into the gray-white flames. The old man chanted a few spells in a low voice, raised his head and said to Wuqi: "A drop of blood, drip it quickly!"

Wuqi remained silent, and he looked at the old man without saying a word.

The old man was stunned, then suddenly woke up and laughed. He shook his head and sighed, "If the old man wants to be unfavorable to you, no matter how high your cultivation level is, you can't escape it!"

After turning it around, he pointed to the ground beside him, and the withered green grass suddenly sprouted and grew again. The old man chuckled and flicked his fingers. The ordinary fine grass suddenly transformed into a cabbage all over the ground! It was watery, fresh, crisp and tender, and it grew extremely vigorously. A bag of cabbage weighing at least ten pounds.

Wuqi's muscles twitched, and his scalp became numb.

The celestial immortal can only use the superficial rules of heaven and earth to destroy them with the power of rules. Therefore, the battles between the celestial immortals are like lightning and thunder everywhere in the sky, and the light and shadows seem to be extremely pleasing to the eye.

The Golden Immortals can distort the rules in a small range. What they understand is no longer the rules themselves, but some derivation and changes of the rules. They can turn stones into gold, turn water into oil, and even blossom iron trees, etc. These methods are unique abilities of the Golden Immortals.

But like the old man, turning fine grass into cabbage and completely transforming one creature into another. Only Taiyi Jinxian, who can destroy, destroy, and change the rules in the legend, has the strength to do it. It seems easy to turn fine grass into cabbage, but in fact, it is ten thousand times more difficult than turning stones into gold.

Wuqi slashed his broken arm silently, and his flesh cracked, and a large piece of blood sprayed out, sprinkled on the bone plate that was burned by the gray-white flames. As the blood sprayed, the bone plate made a loud "rattle" sound, and countless silver spots on it flashed rapidly, and more than a dozen entangled cracks suddenly cracked on the bone plate.

"Tsk, do you think human blood is river water, and you don't need money?" The hunchbacked old man glared at Wuqi fiercely and muttered in a low voice: "I said it only takes one drop, it makes the bloody mess. Is it very good?"

Seeing the bone plate cracked, the seven black ghosts who had just sent white bones to burn as firewood jumped up and rushed towards the old man, opening their mouths to leverage the old man's fingers. The old man grabbed the sickle and slashed one by one, quickly cutting the little ghosts' black air sprayed, almost cutting off their bodies. The seven ghosts were so scared that they screamed, and the "splash" sounded like a ball of smoke and drifted away.

The old man whispered: "A bunch of greedy little things, do you want benefits to help the old man do something small? The old man is only one step away from death. If you suck some blood, how many days will the old man die earlier?"

Shaking his head, the old man grabbed the bone plate and looked at the cracks on it carefully.

After studying it carefully for a quarter of an hour, the old man's face changed slightly. He looked at Wuqi and sighed: "It's a sign of great evil. As expected, you are very unlucky. If you move forward, you will be killed. But to be honest, there is a great opportunity hidden in this great evil. If you can break through, it means that the grass snake turns into a dragon. It is an opportunity to reach the sky in one step. I don't believe you can break through!"

Wuqi squinted his eyes and remained silent for a long time. He looked at the hundreds of bunches of cabbage crammed together around him, and Shi Shiran stood up.

He bowed deeply to the hunchbacked old man, and Wuqi said in a deep voice: "Since you have a chance, you must go on! Senior, thank you!"

Humming a small tune of the mountain song, Wuqi turned around and turned into a breeze and headed straight for the north.

The old man was stunned, shook his head, and whispered: "I'm looking for death. I'm wasting a piece of bone plate of a beast of good fortune and good fortune!"

A gentle laugh suddenly came from a cabbage: "But, it's a kind-hearted child, right?"

The hunchbacked old man pondered and said nothing. It took him a long time to turn into a stream of wind to drift away.
Chapter completed!