I was forced to cultivate immortality when I just wanted to lie down

Chapter 129: The Divine Calculation
Working in the government office is a life-threatening job. When investigating a case, you might offend someone, and sometimes even your family members might be implicated.

People in this kind of profession are most likely to be exposed to dangerous incidents. Just like Zhao Zhonghe and Zhao Yuan, if Xu Qing had not accompanied them when they went to the crime scene on the boat last time, the uncle and nephew might not even be able to find the bodies now.

The yamen runners were already accustomed to this, so even if a colleague had an accident they would not ask the coffin house to make a big fuss about it. After all, yamen runners were just low-class pawns, low-ranking helpers.

Instead of spending a lot of money on funeral arrangements, it is better to save the money and leave it to the family of the deceased.

Today, Zhao Zhonghe asked Xu Qing to preside over Shi Quan's funeral, which was an exception.

If Shi Quan had not had an old relationship with him and if Shi Quan's death was not because of him, he would not have gone to so much trouble to invite Xu Qing to preside over the funeral.

The funeral price was agreed upon, and Xu Qing took advantage of the time when Zhao Zhonghe and his nephew went to rent a carriage to collect a piece of hair that Jin Luan had pecked off.

These underwear and hair are excellent materials for him to cast spells.

"The breath of all things gathers and grows in my body, and the form of all things is borrowed from my body."

Xu Qing pinched his fingers and chanted an incantation, and the hair in his hand spontaneously combusted without wind. In the dark, his aura changed again. When he finished performing the art of concealing the truth, the barrier he used to conceal the secrets of heaven had three more layers.

At present, Xu Qing is not only a constable and captain, but also a fairy bird. No matter how others try to spy on him, they cannot see through his true background.

Soon, Zhao Zhonghe drove a horse-drawn carriage to the front of the shop.

The uncle and nephew lifted the coffin onto the cart, while Xu Qing went to the incense and candle shop across the street to buy some incense.

Earlier at the Temple of Childbirth, he had burned all the incense, candles and paper money in his hand on the babies, but now he had to add some new ones to burn.

When we arrived at the incense and candle shop, the owner Cheng Caiyun was looking through the account books.

Seeing Xu Qing coming over, Cheng Caiyun stopped tapping on the abacus, her eyes lit up and she said, "Xu Xiucai is dressed like this, is he dressed specially for my sister-in-law to see?"

At this time, Xu Qing was still wearing the long white satin gown with a green collar made for him by the embroiderer, but it was the first time that the widow from the incense and candle shop saw it.

"If I wear this specifically for Boss Cheng, can Boss Cheng give me a bigger discount when I come to buy it in the future?"

Cheng Caiyun curled her lips when she heard that, and her tone returned to normal in an instant.

"Then you should wear it for other young ladies to see. I run a small business and can't make much money, but I can't stand you playing tricks on me."

On this side, while Cheng Caiyun was sorting the goods, Xu Qing looked around. When he saw the hair on the abacus, he couldn't help but smile.

He pinched the hair, and with the help of the art of concealing the truth, the hair turned into fluorescent dots and disappeared into thin air.

Now he has another identity.

After buying the incense and candles, Xu Qing turned to visit Mrs. Wu, who ran the wallpaper shop across the street.

"Zhiyuan and Wencai have been gone for several days, and there's been no news. Do you think something has happened to them?"

Xu Qing handed the money he had earned from selling paper figurines on behalf of the paper-making shop to Mrs. Wu and consoled her, "The journey to the capital is long. Even delivering a letter would take several days. Moreover, you are unfamiliar with the place. It will take some time to adjust. Please don't worry too much, sister-in-law."

After saying this, Xu Qing stood up and said, "We are all neighbors. If you have any difficulties in the future, please speak up, sister-in-law. Don't be polite."

After leaving the paper-making shop, Xu Qing went to the funeral clothing store and the coffin shop.

Unfortunately, he searched everywhere in the coffin shop for a long time but couldn't find a single hair.

Hu Baosong looked at Xu Qing's searching gaze and frowned, "What are you up to, kid? I don't have any treasures hidden in this shop."

Xu Qing withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Hu Baosong's head full of white hair.

"Old Hu, those of you with fox blood won't lose your hair or fur?"

After saying this, he glanced at Taoist Master Yizhen who was reading a scripture beside him.

The nun may have just washed her hair, as her long black hair was like a waterfall. The lotus-shaped crown she used to wear was placed beside the table.

When Hu Baosong heard Xu Qing's words and recalled how he had been searching everywhere, he immediately raised his eyebrows and glared, "What do you want to do? Have you learned some evil magic somewhere and want to do whatever you want?"

As he spoke, Hu Baosong suddenly realized something and said, "I've heard that the Wu Gu Cult has a strange technique that can use the body and hair of others to infuse a poison, making them obey the caster's orders. Even enemies can be made to sleep on the same bed as if they were close relatives. This kind of poison is also called love poison."

Thinking of this, Hu Baosong puffed his beard and glared, "You bastard, you've been out for the past few days. Could it be that you've learned this evil magic?"

When Yizhen heard this, he couldn't help but look sideways at Xu Qing.

"How could such magic exist in this world? If you could really make someone obey you by holding their hair, then the Witchcraft Cult would have dominated the world long ago, and wouldn't they have stayed in Southern Xinjiang for so long."

Hu Baosong's expression eased slightly. "If that's the case, why are you looking for the hair?"

Xu Qing pondered for a moment.

The art of concealing the truth is only a means of concealing the secrets of heaven and will not have any impact on the object of borrowing the art.

For example, if Xu Qing borrowed Hu Baosong's hair as a material for casting a spell, then no matter how others calculated and divined, they could only conclude that he was an old fox whose life span had come to an end.

In the final analysis, it is a method of confusing the audience and deceiving the heavens and the earth. However, this method of deceiving the heavens does not deceive human eyes, but solves the problem from the root and conceals the secrets of heaven.

Xu Qing was having trouble explaining this, so he casually said, "Human hair is a magical medicine. Medical books say that human hair is the residue of blood, and after being refined, it can be made into blood residue charcoal. This not only has the effect of promoting tissue regeneration and stopping bleeding, but can also treat metrorrhagia and uterine bleeding. It is a good remedy for women and a treasure for women."

"Are you having a menstrual bleeding? As a man, why do you spend all day studying these messed up things?" Hu Baosong looked at Xu Qing unhappily.

"That's wrong. Doctors are like parents to their patients. I have some knowledge of medicine. No matter what kind of doctor they are, as long as their prescription can save lives, it is a priceless treasure in their eyes. It has nothing to do with whether the doctor is male or female."

"Look at the doctors in that clinic. Which one would refuse to treat a patient just because she's a woman?"

Hu Baosong smacked his lips for a moment, and when Xu Qing was about to say goodbye and leave, the old man suddenly reached out and touched the back of his head.

A green light flashed across, and the old man cut off a bunch of his hair.

"Take it. I don't have much time to live anyway, so I'm not afraid of you torturing me. But you, Senior Sister Yizhen, don't even think about it. You can't give a woman's hair to others casually."

Xu Qing took the hair thrown by Hu Baosong. As for the metaphor mixed in the old man's words, he pretended not to hear it.

But then again, Old Hu really trusted him. The art of concealing the truth only required a strand of hair, but the old man cut off the pigtail without saying a word.

"Okay! I'll make some Blood Residue Pills and send some to you later."

It’s because Xu Qing knows a lot and understands everything, otherwise he really wouldn’t be able to deal with these hairs.

"Busy working?"

On the street, Zhao Zhonghe, who was driving a horse-drawn carriage, asked casually.

Xu Qing sat on the carriage and casually replied, "It's all settled. From now on, Captain Zhao just needs to drive the carriage to the destination, and I'll take care of the feng shui and the burial."

As the carriage drove out of Jingxia Street, Zhao Zhonghe suddenly let out a long sigh: "Damn it, I'm so suffocated. Your shop is too unlucky. You can't even let people swear. If someone doesn't swear, is he still a human being? He must be a Bodhisattva!" "Besides, even a clay Buddha can get angry!"

Zhao Zhonghe kept cursing all the way. After many days of contact, Xu Qing gradually figured out the character of this captain.

He is a rough man, not a bad-hearted one. Sometimes he curses people just because he has bad mouth, but he is actually a righteous person.

"I heard that Captain Zhao had a new baby three months ago. What a joyful occasion!"

Captain Zhao laughed and said, "You still know this? I asked Lao Wang to send you the full moon invitation, but Manager Xu wasn't there at the time."

Xu Qing said, "You're wrong about this. How could you not know what kind of business I'm in? You don't know the taboos. If I'm not mistaken, my senior brother probably didn't attend the full moon banquet, right?"

Zhao Yuan said, "That's true. Old Wang packed a full moon purse and said he had something to do, so he asked me to pass it on to my uncle."

"Now that I think about it, maybe he felt that being a coroner wasn't auspicious, so it wasn't appropriate to go to my uncle's house to celebrate."

Zhao Zhonghe was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Others might be afraid of this, but if even acquaintances and brothers are afraid of it, then what kind of friends are we?"

"Uncle, didn't Master Tang's family invite Old Wang to the full moon banquet a few days ago?"

Xu Qing was surprised when he heard this, "Are you talking about Master Tang Zhou?"

Zhao Zhonghe interrupted, "If not him, who else could it be? This shameless old man is so old, and I don't know what's wrong with him. He has two children at home, but he wants to have a girl. He even kept it a secret from his wife and secretly had a concubine outside. In the end, he actually gave birth to a girl."

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Xu Qing grinned and thought to himself that this had nothing to do with him.

In his opinion, Master Tang was probably still trapped in his dream and thought that having a daughter would bring him good luck, promotion, wealth, and success.

"Uncle, speaking of which, Master Tang asked me to borrow a book a few days ago."

"Borrowing books? Why does he care if you borrow books?"

Zhao Yuan said with mixed feelings, "My master said he wanted to try again while he's still young. Maybe he could even pass the imperial examination this year."

"This old man must be over fifty, how dare he call himself young! Did you lend him that book?"

Zhao Yuan said helplessly, "Uncle, you know I'm not a scholar. But you bought me a lot of pens, inkstones, and books. If I were a more scholarly person, I might even pass the imperial examination."

"Since Master is interested in the imperial examination, it's no big deal to give it to him. It's better than letting the bookshelf gather dust."

Xu Qing burst out laughing. Could this be the legendary saying that poor students have more stationery?
The few of them chatted along the way, and when they reached Tanggu Bridge, Xu Qing suddenly saw a fortune-telling stall at the stone railing at the bridge head.

It was not uncommon to see fortune-telling stalls at the bridgehead, but the fortune-teller sitting in the stall looked very familiar to him.

When he was performing the ritual of salvation for Shiquan, he had seen a scene in which Shiquan met a man who claimed to be the God of Fortune Telling when he was on his way to the yamen.

The gentleman said that he lacked water in his destiny, but was suppressed by water. He could not have the word "water" in his name, and should avoid places with water or lakes.

If you insist on going, it may hurt your body at best and even cost your life at worst!
When Xu Qing looked at the gentleman, he was also observing the passers-by.

This is related to the fortune teller's professional habits.

Once he finds out that a pedestrian has something going on in the near future, the Jingmen fortune teller will shout a meaningful word to the person, causing the person to stop and ask unconsciously.

Xu Qing knew earlier that there were many fortune tellers on Tanggu Bridge, which was why he would rather take a detour than pass by this bridge.

After all, no one could say for sure whether these fortune-tellers really had such extraordinary abilities. If they did, and the other party could tell at a glance that they were not human, wouldn't that be a disaster?
In other words, Xu Qinggang had acquired the art of concealing his true identity, otherwise he would never have risked being exposed by taking this path.

At this time, Zhao Zhonghe drove the carriage to the bridge, and the fortune teller who was spying on passers-by suddenly set his eyes on a few people.

That look was as if someone had stripped someone naked, then came up close and looked at them with a light.

Xu Qing frowned, and he finally understood why the other party was so angry when he opened his Yin Pupil to look at Xuan Yu.

This fortune teller is too offensive!

The fortune teller stared at the carriage as it walked onto the bridge. Zhao Zhonghe noticed his gaze, but he didn't take it seriously. No matter who was doing business, they would judge people well. There was nothing strange about it.

But when he drove his carriage past the fortune-telling stall, the fortune-teller who had been staring at him suddenly said, "Strange, strange, strange! A man with a deathly look on his face, whose life was almost over, could actually be reborn. I'm afraid he's either encountered a divine intervention or been approached by a demon."

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Xu Qing and the other two looked at the fortune-telling stall almost at the same time.

Zhao Zhonghe glared and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, you sorcerer? Explain yourself clearly! If you can't explain it clearly..."

The fortune teller laughed heartily, pointed his finger at Zhao Zhonghe, and said, "You don't recognize me, but I recognize you. You are the imp serving in Yama's palace, the Yaksha patrolling the waters, and the most difficult person in the world."

"Anyone who offends you will inevitably be punished with a beating."

Zhao Zhonghe stopped the carriage and walked over with a knife slung over his waist.

"Bang!"

Slamming the sword and sheath onto the fortune-telling table, Zhao Zhonghe bared his teeth and said, "I'm wearing a police uniform. Even a three-year-old knows I'm not someone to be trifled with. Don't think you can become a half-immortal just by talking nonsense!"

"You call me a little devil, then I really won't leave today. If you can't explain it clearly, I'll let you know what a Yaksha is!"

The master was thin, about forty years old, and had a big black mole on his face.

Facing Zhao Zhonghe's feigned ferocity, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he said with a smile, "No fortune-telling is done in vain. This is the rule of the Jingmen profession. If the captain wants to have his fortune told, he must pay first."

Jingmen is ranked first among the eight major sects in the martial arts world. Its main business is to calculate people's fortune and misfortune and to guide them out of confusion.

Fortune tellers are considered to be people of the world among the Jingmen.

When Xu Qing heard the fortune teller's words, he couldn't help but re-examine the fortune-telling stall in front of him.

On the left and right sides of the fortune teller are two banners. On the left banner is written "Calculate the heavens and the earth without missing anything", and on the right banner is written "Know the present and the past without missing anything".

It is not without reason that the Jing Sect is the first among the eight major sects in the martial arts world. After all, just these two sentences are not something that ordinary people can control.

The Jing Sect studies the changes in the laws of nature. Once one has mastered this, the other seven martial arts can be applied to them.

Although the Jingmen is powerful, there is a lot of water in it, and the quality of the fortune tellers in the world is also uneven.

A powerful Jingmen hexagram master has the ability to evolve the changes of heaven and earth, diagnose the meridians by looking at qi, and support the dragon to establish the throne, but most of the Jingmen hexagram masters only know how to read people's expressions and use deceptive tricks to trick them.

But then again, there are always beams among the weeds. You never know when you meet an unremarkable fortune teller on the street one day, but he may turn out to be a master of the Jingmen sect who has received the true teachings. It's all possible!
Zhao Zhonghe was a bit stubborn. He took out a piece of silver and threw it on the table. He opened his mouth and said, "You can tell fortunes, so tell me. Will I overturn your fortune-telling stall next, or will I strip you naked and throw you into the river?"

(End of this chapter)