The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 162 The truth behind the divination before death

If it was someone else who said that he would use his body in the third realm to help her get rid of a sixth realm evil spirit in Yangzhou, the other party's old nest where he had been operating for many years, Yue Ling would definitely think that he was dreaming.

But when these words came from Zhang Jiuyang's mouth, she actually felt that it was not so ridiculous.

The two clinked their glasses and drank the wine.

Yue Ling thought for a moment and said, "So it is very important to find the 'bait', but what if... we can't find it?"

During this period, the people from the Imperial Observatory searched day and night, and no one knew how much energy they had spent, but there was no progress regarding that thing.

Zhang Jiuyang seemed to have been prepared for this question and said, "If we really can't find it, then we can only implement another plan."

"what's the plan?"

Yue Ling's beautiful eyes lit up, he indeed had a way to deal with it.

Zhang Jiuyang took another sip of the wine and said, "If you can't find the bait, then create one. In fact, there is a bait that is very likely to catch the Painted Skin Master, and you have already found it."

"What bait?"

Zhang Jiuyang pointed at himself, his voice calm.

"it is me."

"Or...Yan Luo."

Yue Ling was also very intelligent. She understood Zhang Jiuyang's intention instantly. Without even thinking about it, she decisively refused.

"I don't agree, it's too risky!"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said, "Painted Skin Master hates Yan Luo to the core. If we give him a chance to get rid of Yan Luo, do you think he would be tempted?"

Yue Ling's voice was cold and clear, with an unquestionable decisiveness.

"Of course the Painted Skin Master must be killed, but you can't get into trouble. There is no room for negotiation on this."

Zhang Jiuyang felt warm in his heart. He looked at her stern face, smiled brilliantly, poured her a glass of wine and said, "Okay, don't be so cold. Isn't it okay for me to listen to you?"

Yue Ling's expression lightened up a bit, he picked up the wine glass and drank it, saying: "I will definitely find the bait."

She knew that only by finding out what the Painted Skin Master was guarding could she truly put an end to Zhang Jiuyang's idea of ​​using herself as bait.

This guy is good in every way, except that sometimes he gets crazy and doesn't even care about his own life. That kind of ruthlessness scares her.

But usually he seems to enjoy a comfortable life and is cautious and afraid of death.

These two contradictory things don't seem to be in harmony with each other in him.

"Let's get back to the bait."

Zhang Jiuyang asked, "What have you done to investigate that thing? Do you have any clues?"

The two had analyzed before that the thing could not be taken out of Yangzhou. It might be a precious medicine that was about to mature, a river, a mountain, or a dead object.

Yue Ling sighed and said, "Yangzhou is too big, and no one else can be used. We can only rely on ourselves to investigate, and the progress is too slow."

As she spoke, she took out a stack of files from her arms, as well as a feng shui map of Yangzhou with some red marks on it.

"We have checked many places in Yangzhou during this period, but we didn't find anything. We did get rid of some small monsters."

"The places marked on this geomancy map have all been checked, and these files are the results of the check. I have checked and there are no problems."

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the scattered marks on the geomancy map and couldn't help but frowned, "This is not a good way to check. It's too slow."

"We must narrow the scope of the search further."

Yue Ling also understood this truth, but could only shake her head and said: "We have tried our best, working day and night, and we are exhausted. As for narrowing the search area, there is no way to do it at the moment."

"Leave these things here for now, I'll take a look."

Zhang Jiuyang was unable to come up with a solution immediately, no wonder Yue Ling said the case had reached a bottleneck.

If we can't narrow the scope of the search, the hope of finding that thing will be very slim, like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The Imperial Observatory cannot delay too long, because there is more than one evil spirit in Kyushu, the Painted Skin Lord, and they also have to deal with cases that occur in other places.

"it is good."

Yue Ling paused, took out the broken dragon horn, handed it to him and said, "The weapon refining master I told you about before went out to sea to look for meteorite iron recently, and he hasn't come back yet."

There was a hint of apology in her voice.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, took the dragon horn and said, "No hurry, let's wait until he comes back. By the way, can you give me an invitation to the birthday banquet of Old Lady Shen tomorrow?"

Hearing this, Yue Ling was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to think of something, feeling both angry and amused.

"I see. Grandmother deliberately put your portrait in there to test me. It seems that she still knows about the land deed I gave you before..."

Seeing Zhang Jiuyang looking a little confused, she sighed and said, "Why do you need an invitation? Your face may be more prestigious than mine in the Shen Mansion now."

Zhang Jiuyang: “???”

"Anyway, just go ahead. No one dares to stop you. Besides..."

She hesitated for a long time, and the usually impetuous female general actually showed a rare embarrassed expression.

"what happened?"

"Zhang Jiuyang, if my grandmother tells you something ridiculous tomorrow, don't take it seriously and don't care..."

"What nonsense?"

Zhang Jiuyang felt a little puzzled.

Yue Ling hesitated for a second before finally saying, "You'll know when the time comes. Also... don't laugh at me tomorrow."

Zhang Jiuyang was about to ask more questions when he saw her pick up the Dragon Sparrow Knife on the table and disappear in a flash.

Looking at the figure walking away gracefully under the moon, Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly. He did not withdraw his gaze until the figure disappeared and looked at the files again.

Time passed little by little and the lamp oil kept dripping.

The night is getting darker.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Jiuyang finally read all the files carefully and found that there was nothing unusual as Yue Ling said.

He closed his eyes and tapped his slender fingers lightly on the table.

For some reason, he always felt as if he had missed something, something very crucial.

The candle was almost burnt out, and a thick layer of lamp oil had accumulated on the table. The regular knocking sound continued, like the wooden fish in the temple that never stopped all night.

Suddenly, his tapping fingers paused. It turned out that the candle had burned out completely and the surroundings fell into darkness.

"Ali——"

Zhang Jiuyang called out Ah Li's name, wanting her to change another candle, but he suddenly paused, as if a flash of inspiration came to his mind.

It’s Ali!
The key thing he overlooked... was Ali!

"Brother Jiu, what's wrong? Who do you want to kill?"

Ali floated out from the shadow, still a little sleepy, with her pigtail hanging limply, a bright red spider lily stuck on it.

Zhang Jiuyang tapped her and said, "The last time you traveled to the underworld, you met the diviner Du. Tell me what he said. Tell me again."

Ali thought about it seriously and said, "It seems to be a fan, steamed buns and the like... Oh, and a strong wind, that's all."

"Same order?"

Ali nodded and gave Zhang Jiuyang a live performance. She pretended to be Du Shensuan. Her lower body disappeared, leaving only her upper body crawling on the ground.

One of his hands was constantly pinching as if he was having a cramp, and at the same time, he rolled his eyes and foamed at the mouth, and the whole person was shouting loudly like a madman.

"fan!"

"Momo!"

"Wind, strong wind..."

The next moment, Ali regained her composure, standing there prettily, her big, lively eyes blinking.

"Brother Jiu, this is the whole process. No matter how I ask, he just repeats these things."

Zhang Jiuyang frowned suddenly.

Fortune tellers have a habit of not revealing the secrets of the universe, as they have to be as subtle and obscure as possible when speaking, often giving information in a suggestive way.

This can also minimize the punishment for leaking secrets.

If Du Shensuan is still conscious, could it be that he is conveying information to him in a subtle way through these words?
Or maybe, in the underworld, he couldn't speak so clearly, and he was avoiding something.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiuyang became more spirited. He vaguely felt that he had found the right direction.

Lighting a new candle, and using the candlelight, Zhang Jiuyang wrote all those words on a piece of white paper.

"Fan, steamed bun, strong wind."

What exactly does Du Shensuan want to tell me?

He had calculated that Zhang Jiuyang was about to go south, and that this trip would be very dangerous, and he also said that if he had to go, he must remember...

Zhang Jiuyang can infer that the biggest danger on his trip to Yangzhou is the Master of Painted Skin. Eighty percent of the things that Du Shensuan asked him to keep in mind are related to the Master of Painted Skin, and there may be important clues in them.

Du Shensuan knew that Ali was his person, and these words were spoken to him, which meant that Du Shensuan knew that he had a way to crack the mystery.

In other words, there was something in him that was closely related to these words.

Following this line of thought, Zhang Jiuyang suddenly had an idea and took out a book from his arms.

The art of hexagrams!

If there is any connection between him and Du Shensuan, then this book of Liu Yao Gua Shu is undoubtedly the first choice.

Du Shensuan studied the art of Liu Yao for his entire life, and his soul went to the underworld in the end because he comprehended the true meaning of the art. He knew the book of Liu Yao by heart.

Zhang Jiuyang's mind moved and a guess emerged.

The so-called fan, steamed bun and strong wind are just a clue. The real information is hidden in this book of Liu Yao Gua Shu!

Only by deciphering this clue can he find the corresponding secret in the Liu Yao divination and understand the truth of the Jue Gua that Du Shen had predicted before his death!
As soon as he thought of this, a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes, and his intuition told him that he was getting closer and closer to the truth.

"The fan is thirteen strokes."

"There are a total of twenty-six strokes for the steamed bun."

"The strong wind has seven strokes, the sum of the three..."

Zhang Jiuyang turned to page 46, and the few words that caught his eye cheered him up.

"The Mountain Wind Gu hexagram from the sixty-four hexagrams."

"This hexagram is the eighteenth of the sixty-four hexagrams, and the last in the Xun Palace."

"The image in the hexagram is like turning a millstone. Going smoothly is a blessing, but going the other way is a disaster. If you have a plan in mind, things will change. Everything will go wrong because of being too busy."

"Things rot and insects grow, which indicates that there is a bad omen inside. This is an ominous omen."

A hint of joy appeared in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes.

Fan and strong wind actually correspond to the two words "mountain and wind" in the Shanfeng Gu hexagram, so that you can be sure that it is this hexagram without a doubt.

Even if he had not thought of the method of adding strokes, as long as he studied the art of Liu Yao in depth, he would be able to associate the words "fan" and "wind" with the "Shan Feng Gu" hexagram.

This is also another layer of protection provided by Du Shensuan.

It’s a pity that he did too little research in his daily life, and only now did he suddenly realize it.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang could almost conclude that this Shanfeng Gu Gua was the same hexagram that the diviner Du had calculated for him before he died.

He read the contents of this hexagram carefully, and when he saw a certain place, his eyes fixed and he quickly looked at the Yangzhou Feng Shui map.

Gradually, he began to smile.

That's it!

"Brother Jiu, what are you laughing at?"

Ali was a little curious.

Zhang Jiuyang touched her head and looked at the slowly brightening white light in the sky outside the window, his voice calm and firm.

"almost."

"We'll find the little mouse soon."

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(End of this chapter)