"Contact, how to contact?" Ding Li couldn't figure it out. He had thought about this kind of thing for a long time. When he returned from the midnight fierce bell family, the first thing he did was to call his home.

However, the news from home disappointed Ding Li, saying that his master was no longer looking at the photos by the park, and suddenly disappeared without a trace one day.

"Since I am an immortal, of course I have to use the method of inviting immortals!" Uncle Jiu said: "Although I have searched over and over again, I have not found out that there was a master of the Shenxiao Sect named Wen Chongxiao in the Northern Song Dynasty, and I have never found that Wang Wenqing and Lin Lingsu had such a junior brother. However, our Taoist sect has not been fully recorded, and many of the names of Yinyi Gao have not been passed down. But now since we have a name, we can invite immortals to descend!"

"How do you ask?" Ding Li asked with a refreshed spirit.

"Of course it's the method of supporting the skis!" said Uncle Jiu.

"Helping the basket?" Ding Li was not very familiar with this kind of thing. He seemed to be using a large dustpan containing sand or rice. Then he asked God to descend and write various things on it.

Speaking of which, it almost has similarities with the things like the Dianxian Penxian. Ding Li suspected, "Uncle Jiu, can such a thing really invite gods? I think I'm afraid that I can only invite some ghosts!"

Just a few decades ago, the court was corrupt and incompetent, and on the eve of the British and French allied forces attacking Guangzhou. Ye Mingchen, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi at that time, did not prepare for combat and only "speaking spirits" in the yamen every day.

He refused to resist at the time of war, and even ordered enemy ships to enter and not fire artillery to fight back. After the fall of Guangzhou, he was captured and discharged to Kolkata, India, and later died in prison.

However, it was not much different from the famous Jin soldiers in the Northern Song Dynasty when they were attacking the city, Song Qinzong, who believed that Guo Jing could invite Liujia Tianshang soldiers!

Ding Li had heard of this, and he always felt that the method of supporting the slime was a bit unreliable, so he asked a little doubtful question at this time.

Uncle Jiu said seriously: "Don't underestimate this magic. If ordinary people are afraid they won't be able to invite the true immortal, but since you are a disciple of Master Wen Tian, ​​you should definitely be able to invite him!"

"Another, Lu Zu said: Alas, I also know the way of watching the sand, is the most sophisticated and spiritual? Those who watch the sand are imitated by the divination of the "Yiyi". Confucius asked and said that the order was like a direction, and there was no far and near, and then he knew that he would seek things. It was not the most sophisticated of the world, who could match this? This is the spirit, which is the way of divination. This is clearly a communication god inherited from the Zhouyi lineage, and my Taoist Dharma that was promoted by the gods in my generation!"

"Then try it?" Ding Li had no choice but to say.

Since Uncle Jiu said so much, he naturally believed in this kind of thing and prepared various tools.

But it is quite simple. There is a square wooden plate in the middle, with fine sand in it, and a rack shaped like a T-shaped character is hung on it, which is called the spirit pen. When the gods descended, they draw characters on the sand plate with this spirit pen.

Ding Li held the wooden frame and listened to Uncle Jiu shouting: "If you want to help the slime, you must know the method of spiritual response. If your mind is not upright, it is not enough to sense things; if your mind is not sincere, it is not enough to communicate with the spirit. The spirit is driven here and the things are responding to that, so even though it is thousands of miles away, it can be driven between breathing."

He took a deep breath, and Ding Li dispelled all kinds of distracting thoughts in his head during several breaths.

According to the mantra, be sincere and upright, do not think or do anything, and do not divide your mind by good and bad, and then you can understand good and bad. Keep silent and silent, and ask your master to descend.

I heard Uncle Jiu start to recite the words "Ask for Immortality" on the side. At first, he listened to a few more sentences. Then he entered the state of vague concentration. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and the spirit pen that had no sense at all in his hand moved and started writing and painting on the sand table.

After a long time, Ding Li woke up and looked at the various things drawn on the sand table, and shouted in surprise: "I wrote this?"

Uncle Jiu said with a serious look on his face: "Of course you wrote it!"

Ding Li was a little stunned. When he was holding the basket, he might have drawn pictures that no one knew or messy symbols, and someone would have to explain them.

And now the sand table in front of him was in simplified Chinese characters, and it was neatly written: "I disciple, there is no waste!"

Damn, Ding Li was really stunned. Can he do this? He has never seen such an irresponsible master who gave up nothing and let himself go without teaching him?

Uncle Jiu also understood and couldn't smile bitterly. He had to smile bitterly: "It seems that Ali, your master seems to have great confidence in you, and everything depends on you!"

But I don’t have any confidence in myself? Ding Li thought in his heart and showed Uncle Jiu a smile that was even worse than crying.

Uncle Jiu didn’t get guidance, and he also let go of his unscrupulous master. Ding Li couldn’t laugh or cry, but this seemed to be the style of his unscrupulous master, which also shows that his master thought he would be able to solve this problem!

As soon as the world of Mr. Zombie was revealed, Ding Li felt that there was nowhere to go. The police had already notified the school that such a big thing had nothing to do with him, but when he returned to school, I wonder how many boring guys were asking questions.

When he was carrying two guns in order to enter Mr. Zombie's world, he took the bus and wandered around for a long time.

At this moment, I appeared in a shopping mall, and I was lucky that I was not surprised and had no trouble. The more people there were, the easier it was to hide it. This was the experience I learned from watching many police and gangster movies, or agent movies.

He had just walked to the front of the faucet and suddenly looked up, and saw another woman in white appearing in the mirror, looking at him with dark eyes.

Ding Li has seen too much now, and he is in a bad mood, so he will not be surprised and pointed a finger into the mirror.

Uncle, what's wrong with me as a bully? Ding Li was so angry that he cursed.

The strange woman in the mirror turned into Li Chuyan's appearance, and she smiled coldly and disappeared without a trace!

At this time, Ding Li's phone rang, and such a quiet place suddenly rang, which really scared Ding Li. When he answered the phone, it was Wang Yue's golden rich man on the screen. But when he answered it, it was Wang Nan's voice.

"Hey, are Ding Li? Are you okay? You're good, I can't tell that you look so loyal..."
Chapter completed!