Wen Ling held the blue bead in both hands and looked out the window anxiously.
She stood up and sat down again.
"Wen Ling, don't worry," the fool wanted to laugh when he saw her look like this, "It's not dark yet."
"It's dark." Wen Ling raised her finger and pointed towards the horizon that was gradually covered with darkness.
"Wait a minute, don't be impatient," the Taoist priest smiled and patted Wen Ling on the shoulder, "Let's eat something first, and you can't rush this kind of thing."
"Besides, we only know that Wenling's grandfather left these four words for Wenling, but we don't know what to do specifically," Qin Yin said while eating, "You can't really raise your head and ask the sky, right?
"
Luo Jiutian turned over the book "Asking the Sky" over and over again. The paper made a scraping sound. He turned over it, and finally stopped the book on the title page and began to think deeply.
Xiaolan stretched out her head to take a look.
There are still those two big characters on the title page - Wen Ye. It can be judged from the handwriting left by Grandpa Wen Ling that these two characters come from that old man.
Xiaolan stretched out her hand to twist the pages of the book and turned to the next one.
The next page is a blank page. This is the buffer area before entering the main text. Many books will have such a page.
In the lower right corner of the page is Wen Ling's signature written in pencil.
Ask the spirit.
Xiaolan tilted her head and suddenly thought of something.
"Wen Ling," she asked, "You haven't read this book before, have you?"
Wen Ling nodded, "No."
"Have you ever opened it?" Xiaolan showed the page, "Did you write this name?"
Wen Ling walked over with narrowed eyes as if he had just discovered his own name here.
She held up the book and read it carefully.
Then he raised his head and looked at the ceiling with a wrinkled face.
"What?" Xiaolan asked.
Wen Ling's face turned red, and he held it in for a long time before saying, "I forgot."
Ah this...
Seeing the embarrassment on other people's faces, Qin Yin hurriedly came over to smooth things over, "It's normal to forget. I can't remember where I have written my name."
Baomu held a book of notes left by Grandpa Wenling in his hand. He compared the handwriting and said, "It probably wasn't written by Grandpa Wenling. The handwriting doesn't look like him at all."
"That was probably written by Wen Ling himself," the fool said.
That's it...
Xiaolan thought she had found another clue, but it turned out to be Bai Gaoxiao.
The Taoist priest wiped the words written by the two pencils with his finger and asked, "Wen Ling, do you have the habit of writing names here in books?"
Wen Ling probably hadn't read for too long and couldn't even remember such a thing. She raised her head again and struggled to recall for a while before saying, "It seems like."
Qin Yin looked at Wenling, then at the others, and said, "We'll find out if we read other books."
Everyone returned to the room where the soul was asked.
Not all books have names written on them, so it's no wonder that the ghost can't remember them, because this behavior is completely random.
The Taoist priest looked at the pens in the pen holder and asked, "Which one is the pencil?"
Wen Ling selected it and took out one.
"this."
It was a silver-gray mechanical pencil.
The Taoist priest pressed out the lead of the pencil and handed it back to Wen Ling, "Write your name."
Wen Ling didn't know what to do, but he obeyed the instructions.
The Taoist priest held the book in one hand and the paper with the name of Wen Ling written on it in the other. He looked at it for a long time and finally said, "This is not the word Wen Ling."
"What?" Qin Yin's eyes widened and he leaned over to take a look, "Aren't these the same?"
Even Wen Ling himself felt that the handwriting of the two signatures was almost the same.
"The fonts are similar, but the trend of the words is completely different." Seeing that the others did not understand, the Taoist priest pointed to the signature on the book and said, "Look, this question, although the top of the door frame is open
The mouth has a strong tendency to close."
Others are almost blinded, but they still don't see what "closing tendency" is.
"Oh," the Taoist priest reached out and turned to the previous page of the book, "look at this question and you will understand."
Luo Jiutian was the first to react and let out a long "oh".
Soon, the adults all seemed to understand what the "closing trend" was, leaving Xiaolan still unable to understand. However, in order to show her loyalty to the team, Xiaolan nodded along with everyone and pretended to understand it too.
Looks like he understands.
In fact, I don't understand it at all.
"So, these two words were also left by Wenling's grandfather," Qin Yin said, "Wenling, it seems that your name is also a clue."
Wen Ling blinked.
"I think... the answer may not lie in her name," the Taoist priest continued, "but in the word spirit."
"Spirit?" the others said in unison.
"What do you mean?" asked the fool.
Before the Taoist Master could speak, Luo Jiutian was the first to understand the meaning and said happily, "I understand. It's the same as Wentian Wenye meant. We have to look for the truth in the spirit, Taoist Master, right?"
The Taoist priest nodded with satisfaction.
Xiaolan stood aside with a little jealousy, folding her arms and watching the two of them compliment each other.
With such a tacit understanding, we might as well get married.
"Ling..." Baomu murmured, "Oh, then we shouldn't wait here."
Others looked at him.
"We have to go to the bamboo forest," Baomu said urgently, "that's where the word "wenling" should refer to."
Night was almost falling, and everyone was running towards the bamboo forest. Wen Ling clutched the blue beads in his hands and kept praying in his heart.
Seeing that she was too nervous, Qin Yin found a topic to distract her attention, "By the way, Wenling, it turns out that not all Sanyans talk like you."
Wen Ling was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yeah."
"It's strange. Then it's okay if they leak the secret?" Qin Yin said, "Why are you the only one like this?"
"don't know."
"Didn't you inherit it from grandpa?" The fool turned around and asked.
"No," Xiaolan answered the question for Wenling, "Wenling's grandfather speaks very eloquently."
Only her own language system has a bug.
"It doesn't matter, don't feel inferior when asking for spirits," Luo Jiutian said, "Each Sanyan will have certain flaws to ensure that they will not reveal the secret, but each person expresses it in a different way."
"Is that so?" Qin Yin asked.
"I guessed."
"You...then your tone is so firm."
"Because this guess is very reliable. I think it's basically like this..."
"...You still get beaten less by your father..."
"We're here!" Baomu in front shouted breathlessly, "Come quickly!"
When everyone stood in the open space in the middle of the bamboo forest, the sky had turned as dark as a pupil. Surrounded by a circle of green bamboos, the round sky above them looked like a star.