The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

Hua Jue followed Xuanlong back home, and on the way, she ran into an old servant of the city lord's mansion, and couldn't help gossiping.

Hua Jue used to be polite and never asked about the past of the two "elders". Even after learning about the relationship between Mr. Sang and the city lord, she never thought about listening to other people's opinions. This time, she was out of curiosity. Come up, didn't hold back.

The servant said: "The people who followed the young masters many years ago are gone, and I only heard a general idea. When Mr. Sang was working with the admiral of the navy in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, he once picked up a young Taoist priest and brought him home. Raised as a brother. After a few battles, the two were separated. Master Sang searched for many years, and finally heard the news that the little Taoist priest had died in the rebellion, so he gave up. Afterwards, Master Sang was also in poor health. I almost passed away from illness several times, and after wandering around many places, I followed the city lord to settle in Jiangling, and even set up a clothes tomb for the younger brother."

Hua Jue was stunned: "Is that so... Thank you."

Wumei was at Hua's house these days, only one street away from the opposite side. It happened to catch up with this big event, and the people in the city lord's mansion were too busy to get away.

Hua Jue sighed at the thought of it, lamenting that the fate is really wonderful, he thought that the two people who had no intersection had known each other for a long time, thinking this way, he suspected that Wumei might not come back for dinner today.Just as he was considering whether to leave the bowls and chopsticks for him, Hua Jue scooped up a spoonful of rice, and happened to see Wumei holding a large pile of sweet potatoes, corn and other grains in his arms, and a few bunches of dried peppers hanging on his body, as if he was celebrating the New Year. .

Without eyebrows, he said calmly, "They asked me to bring them here."

Hua Jue moved a stool and gave Wumei a job, secretly trying to ask him for gossip.Xuanlong also took the opportunity to change into a dragon shape and climb up on his thigh, stood up and leaned against the table, as if sitting upright.

Wumei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Okay, I'll tell you what you want to hear, but wait until I finish eating."

Hua Jue and Xuan Long stared at him while he was eating, Xiao Fenghuang took the opportunity to steal a lot of food from their bowls, his belly was so full that it was difficult for him to even spread his wings.

Hua Dabao also climbed onto Hua Jue's lap and squeezed with Xuanlong.

Wumei took it easy, put down the bowl and chopsticks and wiped his mouth, and sure enough brought a newly added oil lamp, telling all the past in detail.Hua Jue was a little excited, although what Wumei said was similar to what the old servant said, but listening to a real person's story is always more exciting than hearsay.Wumei happened to have a mouth suitable for storytelling, Hua Jue listened without blinking her eyes.

At the end, Hua Jue remembered something, and confirmed to him: "Then you said that day, you came to Jiangling to find someone, and it was indeed Mr. Sang?"

No eyebrow nodding.

Hua Jue hesitated a little.He remembered that he offered to help Wumei calculate the fate of the person he was looking for, but Wumei refused at that time, the reason was——

"It can't be calculated, just like there is no way to break the fate of Zhengyin, so the fate of that person is also unsolvable."

He asked again: "Then you say...Mr. Sang's life is unsolvable?"

After hearing this question, Wumei also got serious, found a piece of paper and wrote it for him, clearly listing a person's horoscope: "Look, this is his horoscope, do you think there is a solution?"

Hua Jue took the pen, touched the little black dragon's head and the raccoon cat's fluffy head one by one, and carefully calculated: "Yinmao year... Hey, Mr. Sang's life star is close to Greedy Wolf, and the layout is the main one. Saber Warrior..."

It's rare to be able to count the fate of an idol once. Hua Jue's hands trembled a little, and she counted many times, but she couldn't help but slowly let go of this state of mind and began to study seriously: "How could it be? Such a horoscope..."

Wumei answered from the side: "In the nineteenth year, there was a great evil spirit, and his natal chart was broken. His natal chart was broken three times in total, one was when he was just born, and the other was when he was fifteen. The first two times can be resolved by chance. The third time, there is absolutely no chance of making it through. In other words, this is the Death Star who is destined to die at the age of 19, and the fate of people around the Wolf Star is not good."

"Keep Sang survived first." Hua Jue said silently, thinking of Mr. Sang who was usually lively and lively, she couldn't help feeling scared for a while, "Wumei, what's going on?"

Wumei shook his head: "I don't know, that's why I told you that day, this fate cannot be solved."

Hua Jue was silent for a moment, completely caught in an academic problem, and suddenly asked: "Where is the judge's pen? Could it be the judge's pen? Can the judge's pen change the fate of a person whose fate is broken?"

Wumei shook his head again: "At first I thought the same way, so I inquired a lot about the judge's pen. As far as I know, the judge's pen has only had two owners so far. No. 1 is very likely to have 'but San Qing, who is known as Changing the Destiny, but I have never met him, and I dare not jump to conclusions; the second one is you. I also heard these things from the ghost market."

He stopped to take a sip of water, and then said: "The judge pen recognizes the master, I personally tested this when I met you last time, Sanqing died 19 years ago, which is the day you were born, and you are his reincarnation." Not necessarily. Leaving aside these things, when Sang Yiming encountered a catastrophe, it was when you were three or four years old. At that time, Sanqing was not around, and the judge's pen never came into your hands, so it is absolutely impossible to be the function of the judge's pen .”

Hua Jue said awkwardly, "Is that so..."

He had also repeatedly thought about the person who used the judge's pen to change his divination, but now it seems that it is all strange.The man covered his eyebrows, his voice was also strange, and he directly told him the function of the judge's pen, and thus casually sent a generation of gods into his hands.

who's that person?

He used to think that it might be the judge himself, he had met the god; but the last time he went to the Dragon Palace with Xuanlong, the judge told him himself: "It's not me, today is the first time you and I meet like this."

Hua Jue was a little distressed.

I thought that the judge's pen was already the limit of explaining many oddities, but is there still a time when the explanation is not clear?

Even though a judge told her that Hua Jue knew how to control and use it now, where it came from, why it came, and why it came into the world is still a mystery.

And why, happened to choose him?

The Taoist protector bid farewell to Grandma Hua back then, and once gave her a kit, saying: "I have not said a word about your child's life experience, and I have written it all in this bag. After he is ten years old, I will open it and look at it." stop."

At this moment, Hua Jue has no way to find a kit from more than ten years ago.The house was refurbished, and they didn't find anything they hadn't seen before. Grandma Hua passed away, and the Taoist protector passed away, so where should they ask now?

Hua Jue's doubts grew stronger day by day, but he didn't decide whether to find the answer.He was indulging in the present, and after careful consideration, he just thought that the judge's pen was going to become a monster, so he fought against it and abandoned it to the world.

He also wanted to live many years of peace and tranquility.

The next day, Hua Jue got up early in the morning, took Xuanlong, Hua Dabao, and Wumei to follow the city lord to the place where the body was found.Today it was Little Phoenix's turn to look after the house, Huajue prepared wheat grains and cherries for it, and built a small house for it, and then left in peace.

The snow still hasn't stopped, and it's even getting bigger and bigger.The bodies of the three had been moved to Wu Zuo's autopsy room, but the tragedy of the day could still be seen in the snow.The blood spurted out, covering a large area nearby. It had dried up and coagulated, and dyed the nearby snowdrifts black. At first glance, they thought it was cinders.

"Hua Jue, you have yin and yang eyes, if you are not afraid, go over and have a look." Wumei said softly.

Hua Jue leaned over to take a look.The bloody smell rushed to his nose, he pressed a small piece of dragon scale under the base of his tongue to relieve it, and after looking around, he also said softly: "There is a problem."

Xie Ran asked: "What's the problem?" He looked at the people around him, turned away the other attendants, and said: "If you have any thoughts, just say it, the matter is too strange now, and you may be our only hope."

Hua Jue pointed to a large area of ​​crimson in front of her eyes, and said: "There is no soul here, not a single fragment. Ordinary people die unexpectedly, and their souls will wander around the corpse until Wuchang takes it back, but here... is clean, Nothing at all."

Xie Ran was rarely taken aback.

Seeing the city lord's expression, Hua Jue knew that this matter could not be explained too clearly.After all, the other party is a soldier who grew up on the battlefield, let alone the city lord, telling such things to ordinary people is too loud and untrustworthy.

Hua Jue changed his mind quickly this time: "Maybe someone did something to take away the soul, so I'll just say it casually."

Xie Ran was dubious.Wumei saw clearly the embarrassment of the current situation, and took the initiative to say: "How about you go to the yamen in the city first, and we will look for some clues by ourselves, how about this? We will be more comfortable with Huajue if we split up."

Xie Ran had so many things to do recently that he almost overwhelmed people, after a little deliberation, he nodded and agreed.Sang Yi and Wu Mei are old acquaintances, Xie Ran grew up with Sang Yi, and naturally met Wu Mei, he was very relieved of him, and said: "Then I will entrust you to you."

Wumei nodded solemnly: "Of course, please let me go, you can go there without worry."

Watching Xie Ran leave, Wumei squatted down on the snow and swept out a clean place: "Okay, let go now. I don't have yin and yang eyes, and I can only see those ghosts with great cultivation. I can't see it."

Hua Jue said in a low voice: "...I have seen Raksha ghosts devour the souls of living people. After death, the souls are clean. It may be something committed by ghosts."

Wumei became interested: "Do ghosts harm people? I've heard of several similar incidents, so it's no wonder that we are involved this time. But if you want to become a ghost that can harm people, there must be a huge conspiracy behind it." resentment."

Hua Jue leaned against Xuanlong, thinking about it silently, but he couldn't help jumping out of what he saw and felt in the ghost market that day, leaving aside the discomfort and fear of seeing the ghost itself, what he remembered most clearly was that The man in red drinking by the window, for some reason, seemed to have seen it before, and it was hard to forget for a long time.

If it was a ghost, could it be him?

Hua Jue's heart skipped a beat, and he hesitated.Suddenly, I heard a shout, it was a young scout who had just left with the city lord, and hurried back to report: "You two have to go to the yamen to have a look, the conclusion from the other side has come out, those corpses are still there. A place is strange, it is said that you will know it when you are there.”

Hua Jue and Wumei looked at each other without speaking.Instead, Xuanlong held Hua Dabao in one hand, lazily took Hua Jue's hand, and said the first sentence after he came: "Let's go, there is nothing to see here for the time being."

The three of them and one cat hurried to the Yamen.

The prisoner Hua Jue met at the city lord's mansion that day was counted as a Beijing official. Although he usually went to various parts of the state capital to investigate and handle affairs, but this time he received the emperor's order, he also counted as an imperial envoy.Although the local city owner of Jiangling has the most human rights, Xie Ran prefers to train and raise soldiers. When it comes to this kind of civil affairs, there are still state government offices, prisons and other institutions, and they are local officials.

The Imperial Envoy followed Taoist Ruyi to make troubles, and Hua Jue and the others followed the magistrates, the magistrates.

The state government office is located on the side of the largest official road in Jiangling, and the scenery inside is neat and orderly, a bit outdated.Hua Jue was particularly sensitive to the smell of blood. As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, her face turned pale, and acid water gushed in her stomach.Xuanlong was afraid that he would get sick, so he put his hand on the back of his neck, instilling true energy continuously, which warmed his whole body in a short while.

Hua Jue knew that she had business to do now, and she must not lose the chain, so she didn't say anything about feeling uncomfortable all the way.Walking all the way to the door of the morgue, Hua Jue couldn't take a single step, so she just shook her head to signal Wumei and Xuanlong to go in first, and squatted outside for a while.Hua Dabao stayed outside to guard him, rubbing his fat head against his knee, meowing, asking him to pet it, Hua Jue reached out and touched it a few times.

Figures moved around inside the door, and the sound of people talking could be heard from time to time.Hua Jue looked over and felt that it was cold and damp inside, as if the evil water of hell had been poured out, and there was no trace of life.

However, there is no breath of death, the breath of the dead, and there are no undead, not even the souls that stay by chance.The sound of the weeds being blown by the breeze in the yard is more lively than the small room where the body of the dead is parked.

Hua Jue squatted for a while, her legs became numb, she staggered up while leaning against the wall, when she heard a louder voice behind the door, and then someone pushed it away.Wumei was wearing a pair of linen gloves and a copper pliers of a much smaller size in his hand. He pulled out something and showed it to him: "Hua Jue, come and see, Mr. Wu Zuo found something new. .”

Xuanlong's face was dark on the side.

Hua Jue didn't know, so she went thousands of times to have a look, but she didn't recognize it at first sight, but she saw it clearly at the second sight: it was a stick-like thing, standing straight, it was a certain organ taken from the human body, and it was It is so grandiosely placed under the eyes of everyone.

It is the Yang root of a man's erection.

Hua Jue: "..."

Seeing that he had seen it, Xuanlong leaned over to cover his eyes, and then hurried back without eyebrows: "Okay, okay, throw this thing back quickly."

Wumei didn't go back, he added: "Just now this one is the biggest one, and the other two smaller ones haven't been cut off, but they're all the same. The three men were still working with their children and grandchildren at the moment before they died. The official said that the blood in the meridians of ordinary people stops before death, so the words are soft. The situation of these three people may be that the three Longyang sons were having sex in the wild, and they were killed by the enemies passing by. Hua Jue, what do you think? Woolen cloth?"

Hua Jue hesitated for a while: "If you want me to say it, from the ghost side, it's probably Yangui."

A gorgeous ghost is an exceptionally beautiful ghost, who lures mortals to donate their flesh and blood by their beauty, and is born by sucking essence.A beautiful ghost is also called a charm.But this kind of ghost is despised by people no matter in the demon world or the ghost world. It is the lowest kind, because it disrupts the mortal world and poisons the living beings, and it violates the rules of the underworld.There are often underworld arrests, so they are rare.

After thinking for a moment, Wumei nodded: "That's right, their thoughts are always too erotic, we should think about it this way."

Hua Jue: "..."

Wumei said again: "However, Yangui usually only sucks the essence|qi, but it doesn't look like Yangui's actions with such a heavy hand and killing people so mutilated. This point is open to discussion."

Hua Jue nodded, and pushed Xuanlong's hand away, opened her eyes and saw that Wumei was still wandering around with such a big guy, and waved him away: "Okay, you go in quickly, we will wait for the rest. Let’s talk about it later.”

Xuanlong stared at him intently: "Why do you think it's a ghost?"

Hua Jue was silent for a while: "I was thinking of the man in red that I met in the ghost market that day, that Mei. For some reason, I seem to think of him often."

Xuanlong put his hand on his forehead and pressed it: "You are still weak, and you are somewhat affected by that Mei. This is the remnant of the enchantment on you. That Mei drank so many ghost medicines, although it has great mana increase, but that is limited to the power among the ghosts that allows him to get as close to the ghost king as possible. This kind of power can only drive the undead and make the little ghosts around him obey. When it comes to reality, even a tree in the mortal world Grass can’t even be shaken, let alone kill with a knife. The ghost kills, and finally relies on deception, killing invisible in the illusion.”

"Is that so?" Hua Jue was faintly disappointed, but at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.After a while, he couldn't help thinking: "Then why does he need that power? Is the King of Ghosts the same as King Yama?"

"Yan Luowang is currently in retreat, and the underworld is run by judges. But they are gods, not ghosts. There are jungles in the human world, and there are also in the ghost world. The ghost king is the most powerful one among all ghosts, so he will be supported everywhere. And respect." Xuanlong said, "And Yangui..."

Hua Jue understood a bit: "Because Yangui is often abused and ridiculed by others, it is human nature to want to become the king of ghosts, isn't it?"

Xuan Long looked at him tenderly: "That's right."

Hua Jue didn't ask any more questions, only thinking that she was indeed affected by the spell of deception, so that that shadow often appeared in her heart.Yao Feimeng's body is no more stunning than that of Little Phoenix, but she always exudes a kind of ruthless coldness, not the warm and wild aura of Little Phoenix, but... utterly cold, without any temperature at all; kind of despair.

"Then, if it's really a ghost who killed someone, what should we do?" Hua Jue thought for a while, then asked again, "We can't report it to the city lord, the murderer was a ghost, although you can't see or touch it, but Was it really made by a ghost?"

"Then I don't know." Xuanlong smiled wryly, and took his hand, "Are you still thinking about that Mei? Since you are obsessed with him, let's go to that place again."

Hua Jue hurriedly waved her hand: "I, I just mentioned...Since Yangui won't kill people like this, then there is probably nothing to do between this person and the case."

"Not necessarily, Hua Jue." Xuanlong suddenly whispered.

Seeing him change his words suddenly, Hua Jue looked at him a little suspiciously, and saw that the dragon took out another dragon scale from his sleeve, found a lamp and lit it, burning fine green smoke.

Then, he walked in with the dragon scale. Hua Jue couldn't hold back for a moment, grabbed Xuanlong's skirt and followed in. Looking up, he saw three corpses covered in white cloth parked inside the door.The chill was pressed down through Hua Jue's bones, forcing him to almost suffocate. Xuanlong quickly placed the dragon scale next to a certain corpse, and saw the tiny flame that had just ignited go out. It doesn't burn, and the result is the same with the other two corpses.

He saw Hua Jue following in, quickly put away the things in his hands, then pushed him outside, severely criticizing: "What are you doing here!"

Hua Jue knew she was wrong, so she just touched her nose and whispered: "I want to see what you are doing, you just said that you can't be a ghost, why did you say it's not certain?"

"Because those corpses were mutilated beyond recognition, I thought it would be something like a ghoul, Quebec, etc., but I was wrong. These corpses did look like they met a ghost. It happened later." Xuanlong handed the dragon scale to Hua Jue, "The fire can't start because they don't have yang energy on them, not at all. Something sucked their Yuanyang away."

"Let's go, my little Mr. Hua." Xuan Long pulled him out, put Hua Dabao on his shoulders, "Let's go check that Yao Feimeng."