Chapter 76 Festival flag for lottery

Brother Song raised troops to attack Jeju Prefecture. Before going out, he called all the brothers to sacrifice the flag, prayed to heaven and earth, and prayed for the victory of the flag. After sacrificing the flag, ask the gods to ask the hexagrams. This kind of thing used to be handled by Elder Zhishan of Xiaoxiangguo Temple. Zhishan and Lu Zhishen were both brothers of the Zhizi generation. They had a good relationship and often drank together to discuss Buddhism. In order to take over all the sacrificial business in Liangshan, Zhishan sacrificed his life to forget the Buddha, had a drink with Brother Song, scolded his mother with Chao Tianwang, and invited Wu Yong to travel to Mount Wutai.

This time, Daoist Yichen of Qingfengguan approached Gongsun Sheng and asked him to take care of the business for his fellow disciples. Gongsun Sheng was very loyal and greeted Wu Yong immediately. Yichen is a two-handed swordsman. He used to be a shabby householder. He studied in a private school for two years. He couldn't read all the words. Wu Yong was in a dilemma. Although he was ranked higher than Gongsun Sheng, they were both ministerial-level cadres at the same level, so what he said could not be regarded as farting.However, the manpower is short, and the Buddha's face has to be given.

In the end, this guy thought of a way to divide one into two, the sacrificial heaven and earth will be managed by Elder Zhishan, and the hexagrams will be interpreted by Elder Yichen, and the property will be divided fifty-five. Elder Zhishan finished offering sacrifices, said aloud to Amitabha, and stepped aside. Everyone knelt on one knee and listened to the announcement from heaven. Yichen with his hands behind his back, with an unfathomable face, walked up the altar step by step, not walking, not stepping, but pacing, damn it, if you meet him on the road, you will hit him with an axe.

The fellow muttered something with his eyes closed, and when he finished, he took out the hexagram box and asked Brother Song for a hexagram. Brother Song held the hexagram box with both hands, and shook it three times up, down three times, left three times, and right three times, chanting very reverently every time he shook it, and finally stretched it violently in front of him. Snapped! Please sign out! two! Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, Brother Song stared at the two bamboo sticks, sweating profusely. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. It was still Daoist Yichen who practiced high, and his unpredictable expression did not change at all. He stretched out his left foot secretly, and hooked a stick under the Taoist robe!

The footwork is proficient, and the strength is just right. It is estimated that I have practiced a lot! Yichen leaned over to pick up another stick, shook his head and looked at it for a long time, with a look of surprise on his face! The hearts of all the brothers are in their throats. If a large army goes out to fight, if a lottery is drawn and the morale of the army is affected, it will be unlucky! As soon as this guy opened his mouth, he said something amazing: it's not a sign, it's not a sign, the signature is strange, it doesn't look like human writing, it should be a god's sign!

Wu Yong was confused, he carved the hexagrams himself last night, and they were all fucking signed, where did the magic sign come from? Immediately ignoring God's anger, he got up, walked up to the altar, looked at it, and leaned into Yichen's ear and said, "Master Daoist, you fucking took it down!"