69novels Chapter 1 Was Sucked Into the Sandbox
Chapter 1 Was Sucked Into the Sandbox
This is a living room, the overall is elegant and simple, the decoration is unremarkable, and there is nothing interesting about it.
The strange thing is that there is a huge sand table on a wooden table in the corner of the room. I don't know what it is for.
The sand table is square and square, and inside it is just a pile of yellow sand, which has no shape.
There was a click.The door connecting the bedroom to the living room was pushed open, and a young man walked in.
His skin is very fair, his facial features are delicate and clean, and a tear mole at the corner of his eye makes his overall image a bit seductive.
Lin Mian held the coffee cup in one hand, gently brushed her sleepy brown hair with the other, and let out a sigh.
The wall clock has run to 12 o'clock, but it doesn't matter, I don't need to get up early this weekend.
He unhurriedly pulled away the chair in front of the sand table and sat down leaning against the sand table.
Divination about today's fortune.
On the surface, Lin Mian is a salted fish social animal who has just graduated for a year, but he has another hidden identity behind his back.
He is the sole disciple of a fortune-teller who uses sand as a means of divination.
It's just that he won't tell anyone about it.Because it's kind of hard to say.
His so-called master was met on the Internet when he was in the second grade of Lin Mian Middle School, and the so-called unique student was also because he was the only one in the master's school.
They say they are master and apprentice, but they have never even seen each other's appearance, and even the books and knowledge used in divination are all passed by the master through a certain Antarctic mailbox.
The whole thing smacks of unnatural deceit.But it's not that Lin Mian has been ill for a long time due to his secondary illness. The reason why he has practiced the sand-making technique for nearly ten years is that the sand-making table is really a bit evil.
Every question must be answered, every time it is fulfilled.
Lin Mian lowered her eyes and raised her hands.The slender and fair fingers hang about ten centimeters above the sand table, slightly concentrating.
But after a while, the gravel spread on the sand table suddenly vibrated.
The sand was rolled up by an unknown force and floated in the air.
After floating for a while and then sprinkled down, it fell into a shape.
The sand table pays attention to sincerity, and peeping is not allowed during the divination process.If the sand phase is destroyed, it will be dangerous for people who ask divination.
Therefore, Lin Mian didn't open his eyes until the last moment.
Seeing that shape, Lin Mian's brows tightened, and her heart felt cold.
This...is a bone.
The sand gathers into a rod-shaped trunk, which in turn produces many short branches in all directions.
Shaped like a bone.
It was the first time he predicted this sand phase.
Bone is the meaning of great evil... What did Master say?
Lin Mian turned on the computer and looked through the mailbox.In an attachment to an email from 800 years ago, the definition of "bone phase" was found:
"Bones are a sign of great misfortune. It means that vegetation decays, everything perishes, and common people die in catastrophe and turn into ashes."
"But it's an auspicious omen, symbolizing that right and wrong will disappear into nothingness and return to the beginning of reincarnation. Heroes are born from ashes and reborn in blood."
The sentence is very common, but Lin Mian doesn't understand it.
What does dead and alive mean?
He thought for a moment in doubt... um...
It is estimated that there is a problem with the divination today.
He was about to raise his hand to start again, but suddenly there was a low rustling sound in his ears——
The sand phase has changed again.
A wisp of sand frivolously floated forward, fluttering forward, and after a while, the sand in the entire sand table began to flow.
It is painted with the appearance of rivers, mountains, trees and village houses.The picture scroll is too realistic, if there is breath flowing, it is unbelievable.
There are also villains who are walking or wandering, constantly moving.
Lin Mian's eyes were unconsciously attracted by a small man standing on the top of the mountains.
He was dressed in fairy clothes, tall and handsome, and even his back was very beautiful.
Standing on the edge of the cliff on the top of the mountain, the villain looks down at the mountains.Lean forward slightly.Inexplicably, it gave people the illusion that he was about to jump off.
Lin Mian suddenly became anxious.
He said 'no' stuck in his chest, and when he was about to shout, the man suddenly looked back.
The eyes of the sand-painted man, less than the size of a finger, seemed to be looking towards Lin Mian.
Those gazes seemed to pass through thousands of years of glitz and prosperity, and Lin Mian suddenly felt an unbearable sadness.
He subconsciously moved his feet forward, and before he could see the face clearly, he felt a pain in the back of his head.Like someone hit it with a heavy object.
Unable to stand still, he threw himself into the sand painting——
"Come on, the Taoists of Yan Yemen have come to the village!"
"What, are they here?"
"It is also said that it is to select the disciples of the sect, but in the end, it picks three and four, and none of them match. What's the point, come every few years, the villagers don't have a long memory?"
"Auntie, those Taoists are all handsome and handsome. They can't choose disciples, but we can feast our eyes for nothing. Aren't we still making money?"
Hearing the conversation floating in the distance, Lin Mian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes.
Yan Yemen... Taoist...
Is the TV off?
When he looked up, he found himself lying on a wooden table.There was a copper bottle in front of him, and he saw his own face in the reflection of the copper bottle.
The hair is creepy.
Who am I and where am I? ?
What appeared in the copper vase was the face of a young man.
In fact, he looks very similar to his original appearance, with plain facial features and a mole of tears under his eyes.The age is younger.And a little sick, a little too thin.
He was wearing a coarse cloth in ancient costume, the quality of which was not very good.It can be seen that the family background is average.
its not right.How can he wear such clothes?
Lin Mian slowly got up from the table and looked around the room where he was.It seems to be an inn, with a few wooden tables and stools, and a few jugs of wine on the bar counter. The business may be relatively sluggish, and there are dust everywhere.
He hadn't finished watching in such a daze, when suddenly someone came over from the back of his head, pinched his ear, and Lin Mian yelled in pain.
"Lin Mian, you bastard! Lazy me early in the morning and see how I deal with you."
Lin Mian turned around only to find a burly man behind him.A flowered cloth towel is tied on the head, and a large spoon is held in the hand.
He was stunned by this man's yelling for a while, and his memory was suddenly cleared up, and some fragmented pictures slowly spread out in his mind, it turned out that he had worn it, and he had worn it into the sand table painting.
This is the ancient world of cultivating immortals.
This Lin Mian is an orphan in Wangya Mountain Village.I lost my parents since I was a child, so I survived starvation only because of my good looks and doing part-time jobs in various households in the village.
The rude man who pulled his ears was Jiang San, the owner of this dilapidated inn.Although he has a violent temper, from the impression left in his mind, the original owner doesn't hate the owner of the restaurant.
Also, if there is no one to help, an orphan may not survive at all.
After Jiang San pinched Lin Mian's ears, he didn't really deal with him.
He raised his finger and pointed to the door: "Go and have a look."
Lin Mian asked, "What are you looking at?"
"You're sleepy, didn't you hear that?" Jiang San scolded, "Then the immortals of Yan Yemen are selecting disciples, and anyone of the right age can participate in the selection. Don't be dazed, you boy, go quickly, children in the village They all ran over."
Yan Yemen...
Lin Mian thought for a while, and remembered the name from the memory of the original owner.
Yan Yemen is the head of the four sects of the Immortal Family at present, and is famous all over the world.
It is said to select disciples because Yan Yemen, Beishanmen and Shuiyunmen have built a Laixi Academy on Laixi Peak together.After each of the three schools recruits disciples, the disciples will be sent to Laixi Academy for training together.
I heard that Yan Ye's sect has profound Taoism and profound cultivation.Anywhere is good, there is only one thing that doesn't work.It just seems to restrain disciples.
In recent years, the disciples of the Zongmen have suffered a lot of misfortunes, either they were killed by their enemies, or they encountered accidents when they took on the task. In short, half of those who entered died, so they had to recruit new ones every other year.
But in the end, the charm of cultivating Taoism and ascending to immortality is too great, which has confused many mortals.Even though Duoduo's metaphysical factors are bad, people who want to enter the door are still crowded.
Lin Mian replied lightly to Jiang San, "I'll go and have a look."
He didn't have much aspirations for things like immortality.
But since he crossed over, there must be some metaphysical reasons.
Cultivating the Tao may be a kind of this kind of metaphysics.
There were quite a few people around the entrance of the village, some were young people who had come to be selected, some were their family members, and some were melon eaters just to see how handsome those Taoists looked.
The three Taoist students in Tsing Yi were in front of a wooden table in the middle of the village entrance that they asked the villagers to move over.The table had been carefully wiped, and a blue crystal was placed in the center, shining brightly and looking very expensive.
Lin Mian looked at the three Taoists, one was tall and thin like a bamboo pole, the other was short and fat, and the third always hung his head, so shy that he couldn't see his face.It's not bad looking, but it's not good either.
He was a little puzzled.
Didn't it say that people look amazing?
However, following the eyes of the crowd, he noticed a black-clothed Taoist standing not far from the three Taoists.
This is truly a peerless beauty.
The Taoist man in black was leaning against the tree, with a slender figure and outstanding facial features.The face is fair, but the eyebrows are extremely black, obviously thick and light, but with a hint of chill.
His eyes drooped slightly, as if he was resting with his eyes closed.
"Raise your hand and put it on the spirit stone." said the Taoist in front.
Hearing the start of the test, Lin Mian turned his head.
The girl in the village was dressed in red, with a red face, and put her hands on the blue spirit stone curiously.
I saw the brilliance in the stone suddenly changed, and a faint white mist floated up from the bottom of the rock, but it didn't reach the height of a finger, and it disappeared with a snap.
The Taoist looked down and said, "No, the next one."
After observing for a while, Lin Mian saw the clue of this test.
When people put their hands on the blue spirit stone, the spirit stone will change to varying degrees.And these changes represent whether the bones in the human body are good or bad, and whether the meridians can be cultivated.
Lin Mian doesn't know much about cultivating immortals, but seeing them test it, it seems that it is not an easy task to be good.
"No."
"next."
"No."
The Taoists turned into repeaters, repeating these few sentences monotonously.
There are fewer and fewer people in line, but no one is selected.
Some of the surrounding village uncles couldn't see it, and raised their voices: "Several immortals, what is your standard? My son's white mist floats so high. Are you serious about choosing?"
Taoist Zhugan sneered and said, "Our Lingshi judges a person's aptitude by looking at the change in color. The white mist just represents a person's calmness. Your son's mind is quite complicated, and he doesn't know what he is thinking about all day long. Good thing."
The villagers laughed when they heard this.Who doesn't know that although the little boy is young, he is a big deal.
Uncle blushed.He turned around and beat his son.
In her previous life, Lin Mian was a social animal and salted fish. Apart from being able to tell fortunes with sand, she had no special skills.
The test scores are always above average, and I can just paddle to the middle in everything I do.He didn't know if he had good roots.
But when he looked down at his pale palm, he suddenly squeezed it tightly.
If not, why come to the world of cultivating immortals?
Well, I probably have.
The Taoist called: "Next!"
The villagers hurriedly urged: "Xiao Mian, hurry up, it's your turn!"
The author says:
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