One person: Reborn as Huangxian, seeking the title of Feng Baobao at the beginning

"Asking the fortune teller is also a mysterious profession, and most practitioners are old women. They have the ability to summon souls from the spirit world to themselves, talk to customers, and even know yin and yang and predict good and bad luck. Because there is always a bowl of white rice beside them when performing rituals, they are called "asking the fortune teller."

Wang Ye raised his head curiously and asked Huang Miao: "Is this a Feng Shui technique?"

Huang Miao shook his head and explained, "Strictly speaking, this is a kind of witchcraft. In the Spring and Autumn Period, witches were incorporated into the Ministry of Rites to offer sacrifices to the heavens for the monarch and to perform divination before wars. In the Han Dynasty, witchcraft was combined with Taoism to form the art of summoning spirits, summoning spirits, and communicating with spirits. Asking for divination is a kind of summoning spirits. However, if a fortune teller reveals too many secrets of heaven, he or she will most likely suffer five disadvantages and three deficiencies, or become lonely for life."

Zhang Lingyu then asked, "Then Mr. Yin Yang should be doing Feng Shui, right?"

However, Huang Miao shook his head again: "Although some Yin-Yang masters are proficient in geomancy, geomancy is only a type of Feng Shui. Yin-Yang masters are different from Feng Shui masters. They are more proficient in Yin-Yang Bagua, Five Elements, and can even send gods to drive away ghosts and demons. This is different from the fundamental concept of Feng Shui masters, so Yin-Yang masters can also be regarded as a branch of Taoists."

Feng Baobao was obviously very interested in the exorcist, so Zhang Lingyu asked for her, "What about the exorcist?"

Huang Miao glanced at Feng Baobao and said, "Many people don't know that there is a Feng family above the horse-riding immortals. They usually think that the horse-riding immortals worship the five great immortals Hu, Huang, Bai, Liu and Hui. But in fact, in addition to these five families, there are also the outer family immortals and the upper immortals. When the Feng family was prosperous, a hand seal could connect heaven and earth, and they could invite the gods to descend to the earth and the ghost soldiers to help. As for the matter of the horse-riding immortals, Feng Baobao will naturally understand the ins and outs of it after he has more knowledge in the future."

There was a flash of excitement in Feng Baobao's eyes. She had never been so eager to learn more about the Feng family's heritage.

Next, Huang Miao introduced the mountain walkers: "The mountain walkers are the least known of these professions. Similar to the treasure hunters, they also wander in the deep mountains and wild forests, but they are not looking for heavenly and earthly treasures, but for things that can be sold, such as Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng. At the same time, they will also accept orders to drive corpses from the south to the north, so that the poor can rest in peace. The process of mountain walking is extremely dangerous, so most mountain walkers do not have a good end, but die in the wild mountains, and their bodies are difficult to preserve."

As Huang Miao continued to tell the story, the three of them began to get excited, because he was going to talk about the legendary corpse retriever next.

"Corpse retrievers have existed since ancient times. They make a living by retrieving corpses. The mighty rivers give birth to life, but they also take away many lives. Some victims would bring money and property to ask corpse retrievers to help them retrieve corpses from the river so that the dead can rest in peace. The profession of corpse retriever is passed down from male to female, and no woman has ever been a corpse retriever. In the absence of advanced equipment in ancient times, corpse retrievers were able to accurately find corpses, and even dive several meters without any protection and still be safe and sound, all thanks to the rules passed down from generation to generation in this industry. There are three things corpse retrievers don't do: they can't retrieve corpses standing upright in the water, they can't retrieve corpses during thunderstorms, and they can't retrieve the same corpse after three unsuccessful attempts. In addition to these, there are many other rules, and it is these rules that have allowed corpse retrievers to survive by the Yellow River from generation to generation."

At this point, Huang Miao looked up at the sky, then stood up and said, "It's almost time. What we have to do next is another rule for corpse collectors - we must offer sacrifices to the river god before leaving the river."

Following Huang Miao's instructions, Zhang Lingyu and Feng Baobao quickly set up an altar by the river, placing tributes and three incense sticks on it.

Huang Miao stood in front of the altar and bowed three times toward the river, then shouted loudly: "Pull the body back into the river, may the river god bless you!"

Strangely, as Huang Miao finished speaking, the sky seemed to become even darker, so depressing that it made people feel breathless.

Zhuge Qing also felt that there was something obviously wrong with the atmosphere today. The usually calm river surface was now surging with undercurrents.

He always had a bad feeling in his heart, as if something was going to happen.

He saw Huang Miao pour a bowl of white wine into an empty bowl, and then sprinkle the white wine in the four directions of southeast, northwest, and northeast, while muttering something. Although the distance was not far, Zhuge Qing could not hear clearly what Huang Miao was muttering.

After doing all this, Huang Miao lit the yellow paper in the brazier and shouted again: "The yellow paper opens the way, the white wine offers sacrifice to the gods, please open the way for the four directions, and protect yourselves!"

Huang Miao's accent is very strange. It is neither the Yin-Yang accent nor the normal speaking voice. It also has some inexplicable inflections and vibratos that make people feel cold.

Then he took a big gulp of the white wine, walked to the raft and sprayed all the wine onto the raft.

Then Huang Miao waved his hand and said loudly: "Enter the river and clear the way!"

Wang Ye and Zhang Lingyu, who had been waiting nearby, quickly pushed the raft into the river.

At this time, the river surface was extremely turbulent. This scene made Zhuge Qing and others very confused: Why were there waves on the river surface when there was clearly no wind to be felt?
After the raft entered the river, it began to rise and fall with the waves, just like a leaf drifting with the current without any resistance.

But Huang Miao didn't seem to notice. He turned to Zhang Lingyu and Feng Baobao and said, "This raft can only accommodate two people at most, so Wang Ye and I will go together this time. You should learn well on the shore. This will be your job in the future."

The two nodded in agreement.

Feng Baobao was still a little worried and asked, "The waves on this river are a bit strange. Can this small raft really make it?"

Huang Miao smiled and waved his hand, seemingly not caring: "The waves on the Yellow River are even bigger than this. There's nothing to be afraid of."

At the same time, Wang Ye also walked to the trunk and took out the long-lost black gold ancient sword.

Looking at Wang Ye's familiar outfit, Huang Miao smiled without saying anything.

Just as Huang Miao and Wang Ye were about to board the boat, Zhuge Qing was worried and reminded them, "The waves on the river are too big now, let's wait and see."

"Don't worry, the timing is just right now. It will be troublesome if we delay." Huang Miao said as he jumped onto the raft.

Oddly enough, the raft that was originally drifting with the current suddenly stabilized and gained inexplicable stability in the surging river.

Then Wang Ye jumped onto the raft without hesitation. The raft could accommodate two people and could not accommodate a third person.

Huang Miao picked up the oars and rowed the raft towards the center of the river.

Zhuge Qing and others stood on the shore and looked at them worriedly. The waves on the river seemed to be getting bigger, and they were rushing towards the raft madly as if trying to stop them.

In this surging river, the raft looked like it might be submerged at any moment.

Every time at the most critical moment, the oars in Lin Mo's hands always play an amazing role.

A small boat can easily cross the raging waves.

If escaping danger once or twice is a coincidence, then it would be amazing if it happens every time.

The expressions on Zhuge Qing and others' faces gradually became subtle.

Huang Miao was able to use this simple raft to easily cross the huge waves and gradually approach the center of the river.

The river was calm and windless, not even a strand of hair was fluttering.

However, the waves are rough and dangers are lurking on every side.

Wang Ye stood beside Huang Miao with a serious expression.

He could clearly feel the raft under his feet making noises under the pressure of the huge waves, as if it would break at any time.

Another huge wave rose up, half the height of a man.

The huge wave hit Suzuki and the other man like a giant palm.

"careful!"

Zhuge Qing on the shore saw this scene and couldn't help but exclaimed.

But Huang Miao and the other two in the river could not hear the reminder at all.

Just as a huge wave was about to hit and sweep Huang Miao and the other man into the river, Huang Miao deftly used the oars to change the direction of the raft.

Even experienced fishermen would be amazed by this skill.

Such magical skills are absolutely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

A huge wave hit the river surface next to the raft dangerously, and the huge impact force caused the raft to lose balance again.

Wang Ye staggered two steps and almost fell off the raft.

But Huang Miao seemed to have roots under his feet. Although he was on a tilted raft, he still stood firmly.

In desperation, Wang Ye inserted the black gold ancient knife into the raft, and only then was he able to stabilize his body.

After he grasped the ancient black gold sword again, he heard Huang Miao's calm voice:

"Wang Ye, on land, your fighting ability is unbeatable. How about on the river?"

As he said this, Huang Miao looked at the river with deep meaning in his eyes. Wang was suddenly asked, and he was a little confused:

"100% on land, 80% on the river, what's wrong?"

Huang Miao smiled meaningfully:

"Something is preventing us from getting close to the center of the river. I think you will need to take action soon."

Hearing this, Wang Ye immediately looked towards the river.

But at this time, there was nothing unusual on the river except the surging waves.

He was puzzled by Huang Miao's reminder, and at this moment, a loud noise suddenly came to their ears.

"Rumble..."

A muffled thunder exploded in the dark clouds, and the sound quickly reached the ears of everyone on the shore.

"Oh no! It's thundering!"

Zhang Lingyu looked at Feng Baobao solemnly and frowned:

"Do you remember what the director said before? No bodies are recovered during thunderstorms. Why is there a sudden thunder?"

Wang Ye also asked the same question:
"It's thundering, what should I do?"

Huang Miao raised his head and glanced at the dark clouds above his head, and said softly:
“This thunder, this wave, nothing is right.

Do you know why corpse collectors have a rule not to retrieve corpses during thunderstorms? "

Wang Ye shook his head in confusion and looked at Huang Miao waiting for an answer.

Huang Miao smiled meaningfully:

"Because it's easy for corpses to explode when it thunders, do you think we need to be afraid?"

Hearing this, Wang Ye suddenly realized, tightly grasped the black gold ancient knife, and shook his head slightly.

Apart from anything else, Wang has never been afraid of corpses pretending to be dead, whether on land or in the river.

"Whoosh..."

After Huang Miao once again maneuvered the wooden boat to avoid a layer of huge waves, something seemed to flash by underwater.

Wang Ye noticed this keenly and reminded him:
"Be careful, there's something underwater!"

As Wang Ye spoke, Huang Miao also noticed this, and then spread his feet apart again, maintaining a stable triangular stance.

"Wang Ye, I will continue to control the direction, the rest is up to you."

Wang Ye gently placed the black gold ancient sword beside him, nodded calmly, and looked at the river with ruthless eyes.

"Whoosh..."

"Whoosh..."

More and more black shadows flashed by underwater, at such a fast speed that Wang Ye could not lock their positions, let alone see what they were.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, the raft seemed to be hit by something, making a loud noise...

The people on the shore had no idea what was happening in the middle of the river, they just felt that the weather was getting weirder.

Although Zhuge Qing checked the weather forecast before going out in the morning, he did not see any thunderstorm warning.

However, at this moment, the weather on the river became increasingly gloomy, with thunder rumbling one after another.

Zhang Lingyu and Feng Baobao were equally worried.

They had just learned from Huang Miao that there were three major taboos for corpse retrievers, one of which was that they were not allowed to retrieve corpses on rainy days.

But Huang Miao and Wang Ye had no intention of returning. Instead, they stared at the river more seriously, as if they had discovered something.

Xia He squinted her eyes, trying to see the situation on the river surface clearly.

He noticed that Wang Ye held the black gold ancient sword tightly from beginning to end, as if facing a formidable enemy.

However, standing on the shore it was impossible to see the situation in the river clearly. All one could see were huge waves and Huang Miao's small boat swaying on the river.

"How is this possible? Logically, such a big wave should have overturned the raft long ago..."

Zhuge Qing muttered to himself, frowning as he looked in confusion at the raft that was getting smaller and smaller on the river.

Whenever the raft was about to capsize, Huang Miao could always miraculously stabilize it again.

This seemed extremely unscientific to Zhuge Qing. With such huge waves, even an ordinary fishing boat would have difficulty protecting itself, let alone the makeshift raft.

Could it be that the talisman on the raft really worked?
When this idea came to Zhuge Qing's mind, even he was surprised.

After staying in the core bureau for a long time, he actually began to have this idea.

If not, how can we explain this strange scene before our eyes?

Facing the huge waves, Huang Miao had no intention of returning, but instead moved closer to the center of the river.

Other investigators also found it incredible. They had even speculated how long the raft could last in the river.

However, their judgment was broken time and time again. Until now, Huang Miao and Wang Ye were still standing on the raft safely, as if they had found an inexplicable balance with the huge waves.

And the ordinary oar in Huang Miao's hand always seems to be able to turn the tide at the most critical moment.

They couldn't help but marvel at Huang Miao's magical operating skills.

But at the same time, I was also puzzled. Could it be that the strange talisman painted on the boat really worked?
……

At the same time, Huang Miao carefully controlled the raft, humming a strange ballad.

The melody of the ballad is long, but the tone is somewhat strange.

Huang Miao sometimes hummed softly and sometimes sang loudly, but Wang Ye, who was standing next to him, found with confusion that no matter how Huang Miao sang, he could never hear the lyrics clearly.

"What are you singing?" Wang Ye looked at Huang Miao curiously and asked.

Huang Miao smiled and explained:
"This is a popular ballad among corpse-recoverers in the Yellow River. It can also be considered a prayer when they are recovering corpses.

Because most of the corpse collectors are illiterate, there is actually not a single word in this ballad, it is just made up of different tones. (End of this chapter)