Raising the Demon

Chapter 170
Gao Xianren thinks that numerology is unique. He is used to counting every time he does something, but just as he pinches his fingers, he puts them down with a wry smile.

This person, Zi Baifeng, cannot be calculated with common sense at all. It seems that he is outside the five elements and not in reincarnation. No numerology spells have any effect.Even ordinary people have more contact with him, and their fortunes will change.

For example, pillars.

The people and things around Zi Baifeng seem to be hoodwinked by something, becoming more and more confused, and gradually unable to use common sense to calculate.Like the pillars, the catastrophe is too serious for Gao Xianren to figure it out.

At the beginning, I couldn't figure out the specific location of the patrol book, so I should have thought of this.

Gao Xianren could only shake his head, he calculated subconsciously, trying to predict bad luck for himself.Physicians do not heal themselves, and divination practitioners find it difficult to do so. Gao Xianren found another way. He emptied his mind and let all kinds of information flow into his heart spontaneously. I turned myself into an antenna, passively receiving messages from heaven and earth.

It is like a radar that actively emits detection waves to scan. This mysterious and mysterious power is like ripples in the air. People swept by it do not feel that they have been regarded as a variable between heaven and earth. People calculated it in an unbelievable way.This is the secret that Gao Xianren is most proud of not to pass on, and he calls it "the formula of ten thousand calculations in all directions of the world".

The world is changing, everything has a theorem, the world is impermanent, and everything has traces to be found.

But some people felt the difference. In Mengcheng Academy, the gentleman put down the book in his hand, frowned slightly, and turned his head to look in the direction of Xiayan Village, but it was only for a moment, and he shook his head and gave up. Inquiry mind.

The feeling of being spied on for a moment is either that someone of the same kind has inadvertently affected my karma, or it is my own illusion.

But this kind of aimless detection and calculation is as obvious as a stormy sea to a person.

He involuntarily approached the source of the fluctuation, and then stopped in front of Gao Xianren.

Gao Xianren was still pinching his fingers. When he detected the south, his fingertips suddenly felt painful and numb, as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake on his fingertips.

"Hiss..." Gao Xianren's ethereal state of mind was suddenly interrupted. He frowned and looked at his fingertips, because he had cut his fingertips with too much force just now, and a drop of blood leaked out.

This unspeakable hostility and sense of crisis...

Gao Xianren felt his body tremble a little, and it was the first time he had encountered such a thing that could make his fingertips bleed. Who in this area could make him feel this kind of threat?
south……

Gao Xianren shook his head and temporarily suppressed a certain idea of ​​his own. Could it have something to do with them?

The world only knows that the Inspectorate is the inspector envoy for the Tiangong to inspect the world, but they don't know that the Inspectorate is actually divided into two factions, the North and the South, which can also be called the Old and the New.

The faction that Gao Xianren belongs to is the northern faction, which can also be called the old faction.

They abide by the laws and ancestral precepts of the Inspectorate, inspect the world, and ensure the normal operation and stable development of countless sects on the earth. Once some sects wither and die, they will take the responsibility of letting these sects reopen. great responsibility.What they do is to make the human practice world prosperous, and work hard with all their heart, hoping that they can be led to the heaven after accumulating enough merit.

The opposite is the Southern School, which can also be called the New School.

Although they still have the status of inspecting immortals, they have long since given up their responsibilities and lived only for themselves. Relying on their semi-official and semi-monk status, they are closely integrated with the mortal country and society, using various They are like parasites attached to mortals and ordinary monks, using various schemes and schemes to drive various forces to seize resources.

The North and the South dislike each other, accusing each other of occupying too much resources of the inspection mirror, blaming each other for being ignorant of current affairs, and there have been wars, but both sides suffered losses in the end, and even the inspection mirror was almost shattered. .

Later, the two factions of the north and the south made an agreement with each other, drawing a straight line with the headquarters of the inspection department where the inspection mirror was located as the origin, dividing the whole world into two parts, the north and the south. For hundreds of years, they can be regarded as living in peace with each other.

However, the unspeakable hostility that Gao Xianren felt at this moment made him think of the Nanpai Inspectorate involuntarily.

Gao Xianren prided himself on his high level of cultivation, with the bird's wings close to him, and he could travel thousands of miles in a blink of an eye. It was impossible for idlers to threaten his safety. The only one who could make him feel the danger was the Southern Inspection Division.

But why did they invade the northern border...

There were thousands of thoughts, but they were as fast as lightning. Gao Xianren had already turned thousands of thoughts, and only a moment passed. The blood dripping from his fingertips fell no more than half a meter away.

His eyes followed the drop of blood, but he saw a little boy looking up at him.

Blood dripped from the trunk of the Danmu Sacred Tree, and over a distance of several hundred meters, it dripped squarely on the boy's forehead, turning into a glaring red mark.

The little boy wiped it with his hand, but the blood seemed to seep into his eyebrows and couldn't be wiped off.

Xiaotong didn't know that he had been imprinted, he just felt that his brows were itchy, as if something was going to get in from his brows.

Immortal Gao narrowed his eyes, and saw that the aura was surging in the boy's body, but it was unpredictable and gradually dispersed. This is not the aura of a cultivator, the aura of a cultivator is condensed and does not disperse.This is not Zibaifeng's aura either. Zibaifeng's aura radiates outward like the sun, and it won't be unpredictable like this.

This is a little demon.

Gao Xianren confirmed this, but he always felt that the little demon looked at him a little strangely, as if he wanted to say something.

He looked around, then squatted down, took out a branch, and drew on the ground.

1
11
121
1331...

This is a Yanghui Triangle, which is a peculiar form of expressing numbers in space, but in Gao Xianren's view, this is a very important link in numerology. Neither the eight trigrams nor the 64 hexagrams can be separated from it. category.

After writing Yang Hui's triangle, the boy made some strange expansions beside Yang Hui's triangle, and then Yang Hui's triangle became a strange matrix. The matrix was enclosed, and a series of complex changes began.

Gao Xianren didn't know when he came down from the tree. He stared wide-eyed at the boy transforming on the ground, simplifying the matrix, and finally came up with a very simple matrix.

The little boy wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, dropped the branch in his hand, raised his head, and looked at Gao Xianren.

Gao Xianren was already tall, and Xiaotong only reached his waist. He was waiting with a pair of dark eyes, which were full of anticipation and longing.

Gao Xianren was sweating profusely, even his back was almost soaked.

He discovered that what the little boy did just now was to use this unique method to express his original "Eight and Earth Eight Directions and Ten Thousand Calculations", and then analyze and simplify it.

He was obviously attracted by the fluctuations caused by his own calculations, and then directly analyzed the fluctuations and calculated them graphically.Looking at the graphic matrix, Gao Xianren discovered that his "Heaven, Earth, Eight Directions, Ten Thousand Counting Art" can completely evolve into a very subtle early warning formation. As long as the spiritual energy is continuously provided, he can avoid evil and be invincible .

terrible!

At that moment, Gao Xianren had an urge to go up and slap the girl to death!Does such a monster really exist?Should it really exist?Shouldn't they be hacked to death and buried in the soil, so that they will never stand up again?
But he was reluctant.

Happy to see you?Have to meet a confidant?
Neither of these two words can fully describe his mood. He just felt that this world is so wonderful, that someone can communicate with him at such a deep level, and it's just a small animal that can't speak at all. monster.

Under the expectant gaze of the little demon, it pinched its fingers and began to use its own other set of numerology calculations.The little demon closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if the fluctuations were the nutrition he depended on for survival, the delicacy he loved dearly.

After a while, he squatted down and began to write and draw on the ground.

Just like that, two people counted and drew together, Gao Xianren completely forgot the time, he only felt that his calculation ability had never improved by leaps and bounds like today, almost all his calculation methods were solved by this little guy .

"Are you... willing to be my apprentice?" Gao Xianren couldn't help asking the little guy.

The little guy just smiled, dropped the branch in his hand, turned around and ran away.

After running a few steps, the little guy turned into an abacus.

"Xiao Pan, so you are here! Come on, let's go home!" Little Shitou jumped out from nowhere with Hui'er, stepped on the abacus, and ran away with the abacus.

The sky had already darkened, Xiao Shitou and Hui'er were so happy to watch the excitement here, they completely forgot the time, and almost missed lunch.

The blind date meeting under the tree was over, and several villagers were cleaning up the meeting place, chatting with each other in low tones. Today's blind date meeting, I believe it will be a topic of conversation for many people for many days.

The cold wind blew, lifted Gao Xianren's robe, and blew it on his sweat-soaked back. It was suddenly icy cold, and Gao Xianren, who had long been protected from cold and heat, couldn't help shivering.

Rubbing his back, Gao Xianren suddenly felt like a woman who had been eaten and wiped clean in a barn, lying on a messy bed with her legs spread apart in embarrassment and exhaustion.

And the far away, rattling abacus is the damn client.

It was so easy to squeeze him dry.

Gao Xianren suddenly felt lazy.

He raised his head, stretched the wings on his back, and soared into the sky.

Three hundred miles to the south, on a boat, a thin and gloomy monk raised his eyelids and let out a sneer.

　It was agreed that there were two updates yesterday, and the other one would be uploaded before [-] o'clock, and today's one will be at night...

　　I lost all my hair and thought about the plot. Up to now, the monthly pass is a little confused. I try to recover as much as possible. This month's thoughts are all up to you.

　　I don't want to sleep anymore, I just go to take a shower.

　　Huh... what am I writing...

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)