Chapter 483 Animal Bone Divination

Chapter 483: Animal Bone Divination

"Chi la"

Wu Qi's tattered linen sleeves were grabbed by the old man and the entire cuff was torn off. Looking back with a wry smile, Wu Qi looked at the hunchbacked old man and asked, "Why did you arrest me? Needless to say, it's a life-saving favor. You, an old man, were beaten to death in public. I don't think this kind of thing is possible." It’s just eye-catching, that’s all.”

The hunchbacked old man coughed a few times and threw away Wu Qi's cuffs. He walked tremblingly in front of Wu Qi, lowered his voice and sighed: "Young man, okay, these days, there are very few old guys like me who can take pity on you. Tsk, you've been having bad luck lately. "

With a raised brow, Wu Qi looked at his severed arm and said calmly: "Of course you are unlucky. If you are lucky, can someone cut off one of your hands?"

Stretching out his hand and taking Wu Qi's hand, the old man pulled him toward a jagged rocky patch of grass on the roadside. He whispered: "Come on, follow me. Hey, young man, be braver. Are you still afraid of what I, an old guy with only one breath left, will do to you?"

Wu Qi rolled his eyes a few times and let the old man pull him towards the rocky area beyond Li Xu. Looking far away, there are dozens of natural rock pillars standing seven or eight feet high. Hundreds of rocks of different sizes are spread on the grass, forming a barrier like the foundation of a house. Several prairie dogs, unique to the prairie, were standing blankly on a big rock, staring straight at Wu Qi and the hunchbacked old man.

The panting old man with a hunchback pulled Wu Qi to the rocky ground, avoiding the pedestrians on the road who were shouting and discussing the scene where Wu Qi saved someone from being whipped. After walking around some big rocks, the hunchbacked old man took Wu Qi and sat down on a piece of grass several feet in diameter.

With his hunchback leaning on the ground, the old man was finally able to cast his gaze on Wu Qi's face. With a low laugh, the hunchbacked old man shook his head and said: "The eyebrows are dark, and the dark air is rising in the back of the head. You have been very bad luck recently. It doesn't matter if you have a broken arm, you almost died, right? Just in the past few months. Kung Fu, you almost lost your life, right?"

Wu Qi was awe-inspiring. He stared deeply into the old man's eyes that were mostly white and black, and said in a deep voice: "Old man, if you want to say anything, just say it. I can see that you are not an ordinary person. What do you have to say? If you want to say something to me, just say it plainly."

"Oh," the hunchbacked old man rubbed his palms, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "A young man who speaks so directly is not cute at all."

Sighing, the old man shook his head and said: "However, he still has some respect for the elderly. He is still a very good young man. Unlike those bastards nowadays, all of them have forgotten their ancestors and have no respect for them. Respect the elderly, well, what is this all about?"

Wu Qi looked at the old man without saying a word.

The old man shook his head. He grabbed the bamboo basket behind his back and rummaged through the worthless herbs for a while. He took out a flat bone plate that was more than a foot long and three inches wide and was in the color of light gold. The bone plate was as smooth as a mirror, with complex lines naturally formed in the golden bones. The lavender lines were inlaid with spots of silver light. Wu Qi suddenly felt that the lines on the bone plate were very familiar.

Looking at the old man in surprise, Wu Qi looked up at the sky. The sun was shining brightly and no stars could be seen yet, but Wu Qi was certain that the patterns 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 twisted and changed with the changes of light and shadow, as if hundreds of stars were really moving on the bone plate following a certain trajectory.

"This is..." Wu Qi's mind suddenly flashed. This seemed to be the skeleton of some kind of natural strange beast, the 'Beast of Misfortune'?

This strange beast is only briefly mentioned in the Tao De Jing, because there is nothing in the Tao De Jing that the inheritor of the Wo De Jing thinks is useful, so the description of the Wo Fu Beast in the Tao De Jing is very simple.

The old man bared his teeth and smiled. He gently stroked the bone plate and said softly: "Young man, you saved the old man today, so the old man will give you this pair of bone plates from the beast of fortune that he has treasured for half his life. Predict your future fortune. If the Divine Seal Throne is a sign of great misfortune, you should find a place to hide. If the Divine Seal Throne is a sign of great misfortune..."

The old man pondered for a while, and Wu Qi asked: "What if the Divine Seal Throne is a good fortune?"

Grinning, the old man shook his head repeatedly and said: "Looking at your unlucky energy with the black energy rushing straight to your forehead, how could it be a good omen?"

Wu Qi almost fainted from the anger of the old man's words. He glared at the old man fiercely and said in a deep voice: "Then, please give the old man a try." No one likes to be told that they must be unlucky, and Wu Qi certainly doesn't either. Happy to hear such unlucky words.

The old man bared his teeth and smiled. He stroked his bones and recited a spell in a strange voice. The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and a line of air-conditioning emerged from the ground. The scorching sun in the sky also lost its power, and the cold air penetrated into Wu Qi's body along the pores. This cold air that was as thick as substance made Wuqiji Lingling shiver, and he hurriedly mobilized his true energy to resist the invasion of the cold air.

A low ghost howl came from deep underground, and a small gray-white whirlwind about a foot high emerged from the soil under the old man's feet with a ghostly aura, swirling and spreading around. The green and tender grass on the meadow suddenly withered, as if all their vitality and the water in their bodies had been drained out in an instant.

The ghost roar made the innate soul in Wuqi's body start to get restless. Fortunately, he still had the Forbidden Divine Flame to help him stabilize his mind. He glanced around with his eyes, and faint purple and green light shot out from his pupils. The ghost howls and cold air no longer dared to come near his body.

The old man looked up at Wu Qi in surprise and said with a smile: "Young man, you still have some good things with you, not bad."

Wu Qi didn't say a word, he sat cross-legged, his hands formed the unique ice lotus seal in the Xuan** Sutra to protect his Dantian. The cold air kept pouring out of his body, the cold air stabilized his mind, and the cold air made the surrounding air "kaka" 'Freeze, large ice crystals fell from the top of the head, and soon the grass around the two people turned into a white mist, as if the depth of winter had suddenly arrived.

Weird spells gradually sounded, and the old man pointed to the ground in front of him. Amidst the ghost's scream, seven little ghosts, all black and only about a foot tall, emerged from the ground with their long tails. They screamed and screamed, and randomly dropped the few pale bones they were dragging on their hands on the ground. These bones have weird shapes and are densely covered with sharp thorns. They are obviously not human.

The old man stretched out his hand and piled the bones into a pile. Several white whirlwinds rolled over with a whirring sound. They just swirled around the pile of bones. Gray-white flames suddenly rose and the bones burned. The gray-white flames gathered into a fire head about a foot in diameter, and a line of white smoke shot straight up to a height of more than ten feet. It was blown by the wind and turned into a large piece of white smoke.

The bones of the beast were thrown into the gray-white flames. The old man recited a few spells in a low voice, raised his head and said to Wu Qi: "A drop of blood, drop it."

Wu Qi remained silent, looking at the old man without saying a word.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and laughed. He shook his head and sighed: "If the old man wants to harm you, no matter how high your cultivation level is, you will not be able to escape."

Turning it over casually and pointing to the ground beside him, the withered and dead green grass suddenly sprouted and grew again. The old man chuckled, and with a flick of his fingers, the ordinary grass suddenly transformed into - Chinese cabbage all over the ground was juicy, fresh and crisp, and grew extremely strong. A bag of it could weigh at least ten kilograms. Heavy Chinese cabbage.

All the muscles in Wu Qi's body twitched, and his scalp felt numb.

Immortals can only use the most superficial rules of heaven and earth and use the power of the rules to destroy. Therefore, the battles between immortals are often filled with lightning and thunder, and the sky is filled with precious lights. The light and shadow effect looks extremely pleasing to the eye.

Golden Immortals can distort the rules on a small scale. What they understand is no longer the rules themselves, but some derivatives and changes of the rules. They can turn stones into gold, turn water into oil, even iron trees bloom, etc. These methods are all unique skills of Jinxian.

But like the old man, turning grass into cabbage and completely transforming one creature into another, only the legendary Taiyi Golden Immortal who can destroy, destroy and change the rules has the strength to do it. Turning fine grass into cabbage seems easy, but in fact it is 10,000 times more difficult than turning 10,000 pieces of stone into gold.

Wu Qi silently struck his severed arm with a palm, causing the flesh to burst and large amounts of blood to spurt out, onto the bone plate that was hot with gray-white flames. When the blood was sprayed out, the bone plate made a loud "crack" sound, countless silver spots on it flashed rapidly, and the bone plate suddenly cracked with more than a dozen intertwined cracks.

"Tsk, do you think human blood is river water, and you don't need to pay for it?" The hunchbacked old man glared at Wu Qi fiercely, and muttered in a low voice: "I told you I only need one drop, and it makes a bloody mess, doesn't it look good? ?”

Seeing the cracked bone plate, the seven-headed black devils who had just sent the white bones to be burned as firewood jumped towards the old man with joy, opened their mouths and were about to bite the old man's fingers. The old man grabbed the sickle and slashed one at a time, making the little devils burst into black air and almost cutting off their bodies. The seven little ghosts screamed in fright, and turned into a cloud of thick smoke with a 'chiliu' sound.

The old man cursed in a low voice: "A bunch of greedy little guys, do you want some benefits for the old man? The old man is only one step away from death. If you suck some more blood and leave, won't the old man have to die a few days earlier?"

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

After studying carefully for a full quarter of an hour, the old man's face changed slightly. He looked at Wu Qi and sighed: "It's a sign of great evil. You are indeed very unlucky. If you go any further, you will be killed. But the old man tells the truth. There is a huge opportunity hidden in this great disaster. If you can get through it, it will be like a grass snake turning into a dragon. That is an opportunity to reach the sky in one step. I don't believe you can get through it."

Wu Qi squinted his eyes and remained silent for a long time. He looked at the hundreds of pockets of cabbage crowded together around him, and Shi Shiran stood up.

Bowing deeply to the hunchbacked old man, Wu Qi said solemnly: "Since I have the opportunity, I must go on, old senior, thank you very much."

Humming a folk song, Wu Qi turned around and turned into a breeze and headed straight to the north.

The old man was stunned, shook his head, and cursed in a low voice: "You are asking for death. It is a waste of a bone plate of the beast of misfortune."

A soft laugh suddenly came from a big cabbage: "But he is a kind-hearted child, isn't he?"

The hunchbacked old man was silent in thought. After a long time, he turned into a stream of wind and drifted away.

"People always change, especially those... hum."