The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 100 Yuan Tiangang's Fortune Telling Technique
"Boy, have you ever thought about this: why has the Imperial Observatory been working hard for six hundred years, but the evil spirits can never be completely killed?"

"Why do monks have the ability to pray for rain and predict destiny, but natural disasters always happen in the human world?"

"From ancient times to the present, the decline of every dynasty was either due to natural disasters or evil spirits. How could it be such a coincidence?"

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked when he heard this.

Lao Gao once said that the decline of the previous dynasty was due to a rebellion by a deep-level evil spirit.

He originally thought it was just a coincidence, but now it seems that there are more secrets hidden.

"As far as I know, the human world was at its most prosperous in ancient times. The Great Xia Dynasty stood for 1,300 years without falling. There were many masters, including many great cultivators in the sixth and seventh realms."

"Among them, the founder of Yuding Palace, Guigu Immortal Master, is at the eighth level, and is said to be only half a step away from the ninth level. He is the state teacher of the Great Xia Dynasty, and his status is equivalent to Zhuge Qixing of Daqian."

"But what's the result?"

The Second Master sneered and said, "The underworld suddenly went into chaos. The nine ghost kings led millions of evil ghosts to attack the human world. The prosperous Great Xia Dynasty suffered a fatal blow. If it weren't for the advent of the Ming King, the human race would have been extinct."

Zhang Jiuyang felt a chill in his heart as he listened to this ancient secret.

This is really such a coincidence, as if there is an invisible hand behind my back, no, two hands!
He remembered the four words "The Ming King has come to the world."

The second master's words echoed in Zhang Jiuyang's mind again.

"The world has already become a battlefield without anyone noticing."

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"Of course, these are just my guesses, my personal opinion. You don't have to take them seriously. Just treat it as a story."

Zhang Jiuyang was silent for a moment, then asked, "Second Master, you said before that the ghost walkers help the ghost soldiers, and they hide during the day and come out at night. Can you tell me what you do for the ghost soldiers?"

Hearing this question, Erye was silent for a while, and then sighed: "Boy, are you sure you really want to listen?"

He warned: "This is the biggest secret of our lineage of walking ghosts. It must not be spread to others. Even if you just have this idea, you will get seriously ill and be unable to speak."

"Of course, I am an exception. Other shady people don't have such great abilities as me."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly thought of Uncle Jiang. Ali once said that Uncle Jiang was a normal person, but he became deaf and dumb because of a serious illness.

Could it be that Uncle Jiang got sick because he once tried to tell other people the biggest secret of this ghost walker?

"Boy, if other ghost walkers or ghost soldiers knew that you heard this secret, they would kill you at all costs. So, do you still want to listen even if that happens?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Erye's voice.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly and said, "As long as you dare to speak, I dare to listen."

"Good boy, you have courage!"

The second master showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes and said, "I can tell you this secret, but please promise me one thing."

He looked at his wife who was making pancakes.

Perhaps they had telepathic connection, Su Ru also looked up, and he was so scared that he quickly shrank back into the basket.

"Boy, although I have the skill to survive even if my head is cut off, my body has been eaten by evil spirits and I won't live long. During this period of time, can you please bring me here for half an hour every day and buy me some pancakes?"

"Not only will I tell you the secrets of the ghost walker, but I will also teach that little ghost girl everything I have learned before I die. How about that?"

This deal could be said to be extremely lucrative, but Zhang Jiuyang shook his head.

The second master said angrily: "Boy, you can't even do this..."

"An hour."

Zhang Jiuyang said calmly: "I will bring you here for an hour every day, and you can also recognize her and talk to her."

Although they had not known each other for a long time, he could feel that Erye was actually a person of genuine character.

He exposed his greatest weakness to Zhang Jiuyang. It was a big gamble.

Otherwise, Zhang Jiuyang only needed to capture Su Ru to threaten her, and he would have no room for bargaining at all.

Fortunately, he won the bet.

The Second Master's eyes were somewhat moved when he heard this, but he immediately shook his head and said, "If I were like this, it would only scare her if we met. Let's forget it, lest she get upset."

"And the farther I am from her, the safer she will be."

At this moment, Su Ru, who was selling pancakes, seemed to have noticed something. She took two pancakes and walked towards Zhang Jiuyang.

The Second Master was trembling slightly in the basket.

"Boy, don't let her see me, please!"

Zhang Jiuyang sighed softly and put the basket behind him.

"Little brother, I saw you looking at the pancakes for a long time. Are you hungry and don't have any money?"

She handed the two pancakes to Zhang Jiuyang and said with a smile, "Everyone has a hard time when they are away from home. These two pancakes are for you. Don't despise them."

"Thank you."

Zhang Jiuyang took the cake.

Su Ru hesitated for a moment, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Little brother, I just felt that... the boss is here, do you know him? His name is Chen Er, and he hasn't been home for many days..."

Zhang Jiuyang opened his mouth slightly, and after a long moment, he slowly shook his head and said, "I don't know him."

The light in the woman's eyes dimmed instantly, but she still smiled gently and said, "Sorry to bother you."

Zhang Jiuyang looked at her back, feeling a little complicated.

This gentle and virtuous woman is destined to never see her husband again.

Just when he was feeling somewhat moved, the Second Master's voice sounded faintly.

"Boy, I kind of regret it."

"You are not allowed to talk to my Su Ru from now on. I'm afraid Su Ru won't be able to stand your handsome appearance for too long."

Zhang Jiuyang: “…”

Return to the inn.

Zhang Jiuyang, Yue Ling and A Li surrounded the Second Master.

Li Yan was transferred here urgently and had other tasks to do, so he left last night.

Yue Ling held the Dragon Sparrow Sword in his arms, his expression indifferent, not even looking at Zhang Jiuyang.

His handsome face is like a winter plum blossom.

"Tell me, what is the secret of the Yin-walker?"

Zhang Jiuyang coughed, broke the silence first, and introduced Yue Ling to the Second Master.

"This is Yue Ling, the Marquis of the Imperial Observatory. She is my best friend and the most righteous, brave, and kind person I have ever met. I trust her completely. Second Master, feel free to tell me what you want to say."

Yue Ling glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, a smile flashed in her eyes, and then disappeared in an instant.

This guy is probably taking the opportunity to say something nice.

Do you really think I'm a person who likes flattery?
She slowly put down the Dragon Sparrow Sword and said, "Zhang Jiuyang, A'li, you guys sit down too." Zhang Jiuyang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that, and he looked at A'li before finally sitting down.

The Second Master looked at Zhang Jiuyang with a complicated expression and sighed, "Your background is really strong. Ming Wang Yue Ling is really well-known and I have heard of your name for a long time."

Yue Ling clasped his fists and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Master Chen Zouyin, I have long admired you."

"You, the Imperial Observatory...are you also going to interfere in the affairs of the underworld?"

Yue Ling's eyes brightened and her voice became sonorous and powerful when she heard this.

"Six hundred years ago, our supervisor, Master Zhuge, entered the underworld with the Nine Provinces Cauldron, just to avenge that city."

"He once said that if the underworld kills one of our Daqian people, he will slaughter 10,000 underworld soldiers, kill a hundred people, and destroy a million. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"Six hundred years later, although we in the Imperial Observatory are not as heroic as Master Zhuge, we are not afraid of life and death, and we are not afraid of trouble."

After a pause, she said word by word: "The world is the home of the people, not anyone's battlefield."

The fierce heroism in those eyes and the strong and iron-like feminine demeanor shocked Zhang Jiuyang.

"No wonder you are called the Ming Wang..."

Er Ye sighed, "It turns out that there are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames."

"Well, I'll tell you everything."

He said in a deep voice: "The only thing that the ghost soldiers do for the ghost soldiers is to kill people."

"Kill who?"

"People whose bones weigh more than 7 liang 2 qian."

Yue Ling frowned slightly.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved, and he said thoughtfully: "Bone weighing fortune telling?"

The second master nodded and said in surprise: "Yes, you know a lot, kid."

Zhang Jiuyang did not answer. The reason why he knew about fortune-telling by weighing bones was because he was influenced by his grandfather in his previous life.

When he was a child, there were many books in his grandfather's house, among which was a book called "Yuan Tiangang's Fortune Telling by Weighing Bones". After reading it, he thought it was very magical. He even calculated for himself and found that his bones weighed two taels and one ounce.

Short life is not caused by karma, but by the great emptiness. There are many disasters in life.

Disasters frequently come and you fall into adversity, and you will suffer all your life and nothing will be accomplished.

It was extremely unlucky. Zhang Jiuyang was so angry that he threw the book away immediately and shouted that it was feudal superstition.

In fact, the so-called fortune-telling by weighing bones does not weigh people's bones, but the weight of their eight characters.

In "Yuan Tiangang's Fortune Telling by Weighing Bones", it is believed that a person's eight characters have weight and are closely related to their destiny. The year, month, day and time of birth all have different weights.

For example, a person is born at 12:00 on the first day of the first lunar month of the Jiazi year. His bone weight in the Jiazi year is 1 liang and 2 qian, in the first month he weighs 6 qian, on the first day he weighs 5 qian, and at 12:00 on the Zi hour he weighs 1 liang and 6 qian. Adding all the weight together he weighs 3 liang and 9 qian.

Then, by looking at the corresponding comments or poems, you can know the destiny.

This person will have bad luck throughout his life, and all his hard work will be in vain.

Work hard to support your family, but that will only be a dream.

In "Yuan Tiangang's Fortune Telling by Weighing Bones", the lightest human bone weight is 2.1 liang and the heaviest is 7.2 liang. People with a bone weight of 7.2 liang can be regarded as the best among humans, and their extraordinary qualities can be seen from the comments and poems.

This kind of person is rarely born in this world. It takes ten generations of good deeds to give birth to such a person.

The Purple Star from heaven comes to guide your destiny, and the people will enjoy peace when ruled by you.

This is the emperor's order.

"In fortune-telling by bone weighing, the highest bone weight is 72 liang. Where can someone with a higher bone weight come from?"

Zhang Jiuyang was puzzled.

"There is a kind of person who is born with two souls and is born with innate wisdom. No matter what he does, he is a genius. He can say amazing things at a young age. For such a person, the bone weight is more than seven taels and two cents!"

The Second Master said in a serious tone: "This is the kind of person we are looking for."

Upon hearing this, Yue Ling glanced at Zhang Jiuyang.

"What happens after you find it?"

"Kill him. If you can't kill him yourself, report to the Yin soldiers and ask the army to pass through."

Yue Ling's eyes flashed. No wonder the Yin soldiers always came suddenly and marched in a hurry, as if they had some urgent purpose.

"The soul of this kind of person has a faint golden glow, but it will dissipate when they grow older and become difficult to find. Therefore, there is only a chance to discover it before they are nine years old."

“But they are all children!”

The second master's voice trembled slightly, and he said, "But if we go to the underworld and don't do these things, we will be punished by the underworld. Our souls will be hooked into hell at night and be tortured by ice, fire, tongue pulling out, and frying in oil. You can't choose."

"It is precisely because we feel guilty that we usually help others to get rid of disasters. It can also be regarded as paying off our debts."

Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling looked at each other and could see the shock in each other's eyes.

It turns out that this is what the Yin-walking people do.

No wonder they dared not tell anyone, because once they told it, not only would they betray the underworld, but they would also be hated by others.

By then, there will be no place for you to stay, whether in the underworld or in the world of the living!
"Okay, I've said everything I need to say. Do you have anything else to ask?"

Perhaps because he had spoken out the secret that had been buried in his heart for many years, Erye's face felt much more relaxed and he completely let go.

Yue Ling was silent for a moment, then took out a cloth bag and took out a hideous and ugly head.

He had a green face, fangs, eyes like copper bells, but his head was broken off by someone.

"Thank you for telling me about the underworld. The next thing I want to ask is... related to Huangquan."

She placed the head in front of the Second Master and asked, "Do you recognize this evil spirit?"

The second master's pupils narrowed, and he said, "This is the Skinner, an evil spirit raised by the Painted Skin Master, who is responsible for harvesting skins for him. You actually killed him."

Zhang Jiuyang perked up and asked hurriedly, "Does the Painted Skin Master you mentioned have a shrill and hoarse voice, like an old eunuch?"

The Second Master was surprised and asked, "You have seen him too?"

Yue Ling's eyes flashed with anxiety, and she asked hurriedly, "What does the Painted Skin Master look like? Where is he?"

Although the affairs of the underworld are of great importance, they are too far away after all. The Huangquan organization is the cancer growing on Daqian and is a chronic disease that must be eradicated as soon as possible!
If we can catch the owner of the Painted Skin, it would be like prying a hole in the underworld, and maybe even dig out the identity of the Heavenly Venerable.

In this way, Zhang Jiuyang would not have to risk his life to break into Huangquan.

The Second Master smiled bitterly and said, "How would I know? I only met him once. He was wearing a mask and was quite powerful. If I hadn't noticed something was wrong in advance and burned incense to ask the Dragon Girl for help, I would have been skinned alive by him."

"Did he fight the Dragon Girl?"

Zhang Jiuyang thought of the stunning figure in white with unfathomable magical powers, and couldn't help but ask.

The second master said solemnly, nodded and said, "It's a tie."

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(End of this chapter)