In the corner of the garden, Yu Shu took a note from Xin Ya's hand, and saw that there was only a pair of eight characters on it, except that it was a man, and there was nothing else, so he raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Have you forgotten that Master Xin only promised you to count the dead and cut off the death of the living, only the people of your Xin family, you give me this birthday, and I won't tell you who the surname is."

Xin Ya "coughed" and said: "Although this person is not from my Xin family, he has died many years ago, I don't tell you his name, but I don't know his real name and surname, you see, can you help me figure out, when did he die, and why." ”

Yu Shu lowered his head and swept the note again, and visually measured that if all the people in these eight characters were still alive now, they should be in their forties, and said to Xin Ya:

"You are like this, you don't know the date of death and don't know the cause of death want me to judge, and you are a person who died many years ago, it is really a bit troublesome, you can't calculate a result in one day or two, can't you know that he probably died in a certain year and month?"

Her law of calamity is no better than the real thaumaturgy of breaking death, to calculate the death date of a dead person, you can only deduce from the disasters he encountered during his life day by day, so as to judge which day is the death calamity.

Therefore, if you don't know the specific date of death, it is very troublesome to calculate.

Xin Ya pondered for a moment and said: "I have seen this person since the thirteenth year of Baotai, and after four months, I only heard the news of his death, you can check it from now on, don't be afraid of trouble, I can wait." ”

Yu Shu hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said Yes, she is not afraid that Xin Ya will lie to her, whether it is true or not. She knows it all.

Xin Ya told her uneasily: "Don't leak your and my affairs." ”

Yu Shu flicked the note in his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my lord, it's just the reward you should give me?" ”

Xin Ya blew her beard, and knew that it was impossible for her to take out the ten Daigo incense sticks that she had picked up before, so she didn't have a good breath:

"Tomorrow, the old man will send someone to the woman."

Yu Shu was satisfied and put away the note.

After talking about business, Xin Ya didn't want to stay with her for a long time, so she got up and said, "The old man still has to greet guests." I won't send you out. You wait here, I'll have someone call Fei Fei back. ”

Yu Shu also got up, waved his hand and said, "Don't bother, just find someone to lead me to the gate." ”

Xinya asked the maid who was guarding the door to send her. Hurried in the direction of the birthday banquet

Another corner of Xin House. Shinroku stomped his feet. Turning his head to the man who was following him:

"Tell you not to follow me, I have other things to do, so I won't lead the way!"

The man walked up to the cloister. When the lanterns shone on, a black and thin face was revealed, with a mouthful of neat white teeth.

If Yu Shu was here, he would recognize that this person was actually the difficult gatekeeper that the two of them had met outside the Jubaozhai Gate on Qianyuan Street.

"Miss don't pay attention to me, I'll follow you to a place where there are people, and then go back to the banquet hall, I don't need you to show me the way."

Xin Liu looked at the person in front of him and said angrily: "Then you go another way." ”

Gu Qi's face was sad: "I'm walking alone, and I can't find the way, your mansion is big, and if I mistakenly break into a place that shouldn't go, it's better to follow you." ”

Xin Liu was depressed and couldn't speak, she listened to Xin Ya's words, left Yu Shu out to find Xin Nianguang, but met this lost kid in the middle of the road, she recognized who he was, heard that he was lost, and gloated a little, who knew that this person was like a dog skin plaster, sticking to her, and she couldn't shake it off.

What a nasty person.

"If you like to follow, don't talk to me!"

Gucci smiled and closed his mouth, reaching out to signal her to go first.

Xin Liu glared at him again, and then turned his head to lead the way, but the direction she was going to was not the West Courtyard where she was going to go, but the place where she had a banquet today.

She's a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted girl.

***

After Yu Shu went back that night, he took out the dead man's eight characters given by Xin Ya and studied it.

"Baotai" is the name of the first emperor, if this person died in the thirteenth year of Baotai, it will be twenty years now.

A man who has been dead for twenty years is worth the trouble of Sinya to make a deal with her, just to confirm the cause of his death, there must be a lot of information in this.

It's a pity that he wouldn't tell her the name of the person, otherwise he could have looked into it.

In the dead of night, Yu Shu put pen to paper, starting from the first day of the first month of the thirteenth year of Baotai, with the law of disaster, this person is a disaster.

When there was a small disaster, it was recorded, and it was calculated until February that a major event occurred.

For the time being, call this dead man "Mr. Xinyou", because he was born in the year of Xinyou.

In February of the thirteenth year of Baotai, Mr. Xin You touched the mold, encountered a fire disaster, and committed a villain half a month ago.

Yu Shu preliminarily judged that he was likely to die in this fire.

But what made her strange was that this fire disaster was not caused by the villain, there was no murderer, but his own sin.

"Is this suicide?"

Yu Shu wasn't sure, maybe Mr. Xin You didn't die here, so he continued to count.

Then, even in March, she encountered another bloody disaster, and this time, someone committed a murder.

It can be seen that Mr. Xin You did not die in the fire disaster in February, could it be this bloody disaster?

In order to verify, Yu Shu continued to calculate, who wants to calculate this, even if it is April, until the beginning of May, let her find a disaster-

"Huh, what is this?"

Yu Shu saw a strange number, and couldn't remember what kind of disaster it represented for a while, so she took out her "Life and Death Book" that recorded the big and small disasters from the locked drawer at the bedside, that is, she liquidated the case files of Dali Temple for 20 years.

After checking it out like this, you know:

"Bereavement?"

In other words, Mr. Xin You died a relative in April, and the bereavements she recorded included his wife, parents, children, and brothers and sisters.

I don't know which relative he died, but it is certain that Mr. Xin You was still alive and well by May.

Otherwise. Nor could she have guessed the bereavement of April.

Yu Shu looked at this result, touched his chin, and felt that there were two possibilities:

It's either that Xin Ya has a bad memory, or he deliberately used a living person's eight-character pit to deceive her.

Putting down the pen, Yu Shu looked up at the whitening sky outside the window, after a busy night, he stood up with a sore back and walked to the bed, thinking in his heart:

I made an agreement with Sinya to help him only count the dead, and if he took the eight characters of the living for me. It doesn't matter to me if I can't figure it out.

Let's not settle accounts with him first. When you get Daigo, hang him for a while, and then talk to me when he can't hold his breath.

Yu Shu covered the quilt and fell asleep.

on the table. A sloppy piece of paper was scattered wantonly. A corner is exposed. One of the lines reads:

On April 21, the thirteenth year of Baotai, he lost his family.

***

The next day, it was July. This is the lunar month, commonly known as the "ghost moon".

Legend has it that every year at the end of June, the Jizo King Bodhisattva, who is in charge of hell, will open the ghost gate and release a group of hungry ghosts, and it will not be closed again until the end of July.

In ancient times, most of the people believed in such legends, so every year, worship is indispensable, and there are many taboos.

Therefore, the business of large and small Yi Pavilions is very prosperous this month, and the Yi teachers are also busy for three days.

Similarly, the incense offerings in Taoist temples are much more vigorous than usual.

On the first day of the seventh month, driven by Mrs. He and Zhao Hui, the family, except for He Xiaochuan, who was still nursing in swaddling clothes, got into a carriage and went to Shengyun Temple in the southern suburbs of the city to burn incense and pray for blessings.

Although Yu Shu heard from Zhu Qingjue that the master of the Shengyun Temple was a black-hearted person, she did not stop her family from going to the temple, after all, they did not worship people, but gods.

It is better to believe in the things of gods and ghosts than to believe in them.

Today, when Shengyun watched the crowd of people, Mrs. He was supported by Zhao Hui and the maid, and finally followed the crowd into the door.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven, there is no shortage of rich and noble officials, this person is before and after, maybe what you step on is the lady of the mansion of a certain squire, or the young grandmother of the mansion of a certain general.

So everyone honestly lined up to kowtow in the Sanqing Palace, there is no one who doesn't know each other, of course, you can do some privileges, but it's not a prince, three princes and nine kings, etc., you better stand aside.

Mrs. He and Zhao Hui lined up with incense in front, He Fangzhi and Yu Xiaoxiu were talking in a low voice, and Yu Shu was left behind, looking left and right boredly.

There are people on all sides, and there is nothing to see, but each face looks different, Fang Zijing talked about some basic physiognomy in a class, Yu Shu memorized a few pages of textbooks, and then looked at the faces of people and tasted-

The man had a pair of thin eyebrows, which was timid, the woman had a wide forehead and big eyes, and the child had a sunken eyebrows, which was sickly

Just as she was looking at it interestingly, suddenly, a withered old face flashed in front of her eyes.

Yu Shu was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyes quickly, and looked at the crowd again, the old face was gone, leaving a slightly rickety back, and in the blink of an eye, it was buried behind the shoulders of several people.

When she came back to her senses, her heart was beating wildly, and she didn't bother to say a word to her family, so she squeezed into the crowd

After a cup of tea, Yu Shu stood in front of a crescent moon door in the northeast corner of the Taoist temple, staring at the wooden door with a padlock in front of him, panting and sweating.

Why is it gone?

She's obviously chasing people this way!

Yu Shu hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand to the door lock, and just tugged on it, he heard the shouting behind him:

"What are you doing here, the place of Taoist temple cultivation, how can you be allowed to trespass, don't leave quickly."

Yu Shu turned around and saw a young Taoist priest hurrying over, and stepped forward to drive him away.

Yu Shu pointed to the door and asked, "What kind of place is this?" Can there be people living in it? ”

The Taoist priest looked impatient, waved away her lock-pulling hand, blocked her and the door, and his tone was a little fiercer:

"This is where we sit and forget, what do you ask, go quickly, go quickly, if you are a guest who burns incense, go to the front hall, and if you don't leave, beware of my welcome."

Yu Shu pursed his lips tightly, took a deep look at the courtyard door, and was full of suspicion in his heart-

Is this the residence of the Lord of the Ascending Clouds, but, but what she saw in the crowd just now was clearly the withered face of the old man Qingzheng! (To be continued......)