Inheriting a Taoist temple, the story begins with Wu Zetian offering incense.

Chapter 116 Received Little Rhinoceros's Prayer! [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

Holding the ancient and solemn Bagua jade pendant, Wu Zetian asked Zhou Yi:
"If you give me this, how will you protect yourself, Immortal Master?"

Zhou Yi raised his wrist, revealing twenty-four black orbs:

“My grandfather also left me a string of beads, which is also a magical artifact that can be used for both offense and defense, and is comparable to the Bagua jade pendant.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Meiniang felt relieved and put the Bagua jade pendant on her swan-like neck. It looked beautiful, but it didn't quite match her little yellow duck loungewear.

After putting on the jade pendant, Wu Zetian inquired about the matter of the live stake:

"Master, does driving a live stake mean throwing a person into a bridge pier and then filling it with artificial stones?"

Artificial stone is concrete. When Zhou Yi taught her the character 砼 (tóng), he said it was a new character created by combining artificial stones, and the empress remembered it well.

Zhou Yi explained to her:
"What you're describing is what people commonly refer to as the 'raw stake' method. The actual 'raw stake' method is much more complex and involves a very elaborate process."

Strictly speaking, "living pile" refers to attaching the resentment of a person before death to a bridge pile to counteract the feng shui arrangement of mountains and rivers, thereby achieving a metaphysical balance.

In other words, places where it is necessary to drive a stake are often inauspicious places or places where evil spirits roam. Good feng shui does not require or should not do this.

Wu Meiniang only understood half of what she heard:
"So, does this mean that practicing live stake training is a method of fighting poison with poison?"

Zhou Yi nodded:

"Xie Yukun claims to have created the method of 'using evil to stop evil,' which is similar to the method of 'using a live stake'... Now, using him to 'use a live stake' is a case of getting what you want."

Wu Zetian then asked:

"When you mentioned the complexity, did you mean that the timing of sealing it in cement is crucial?"

The matter of practicing on a live stake is a long story, so Zhou Yi simply dragged Gongsun Da Niang's computer chair to the side and sat down:
"Simply sealing it into concrete isn't enough; it won't pass the strength test and sound wave detection of the pile foundation. In the realm of metaphysics, a talisman to enhance the evil energy needs to be affixed to the person being driven into the pile, along with a corresponding incantation. Once the person enters the pile, the evil energy will cause their body to decay rapidly, while their soul will be completely preserved, merging into the pile foundation and becoming one with the concrete."

This method of "stakeout" is extremely cruel, and frequent use will damage one's karma. However, if the target of stakeout is someone who has committed heinous crimes, then it is considered to be eliminating harm for the people, and one will gain merit.

Wu Meiniang asked:
"If we push that person down in front of everyone, wouldn't we face legal trouble?"

Zhou Yi Xiaoxiao:

"I definitely won't push him with my hands. That involves a battle of metaphysics. I'll try my best to make him jump down on his own. Before he jumps, I'll also make his figure disappear so that Chairman Xie vanishes without a trace."

Zhou Yi had originally planned a process, but now that the blind man had interfered, he planned to act according to the situation tomorrow night. While killing Xie Yukun, he also had to guard against the two of them plotting against him.

The next day, right after breakfast, Zhou Yi rode his motorcycle down the mountain and wandered around the town. He met Xie Yukun and the blind man who had come for breakfast. The two chatted and laughed, and seemed to have a close relationship.

Upon first seeing Xie Yukun's face, Zhou Yi astutely noticed something: the man's destiny had been altered.

And it happened more than once, as if several layers of patches had been applied. This discovery puzzled Zhou Yi... Did the blind man use Xie Yukun's horoscope to fight with others?
To be honest, the practice of repeatedly altering one's fate is quite dangerous; one wrong move and the person could die suddenly.

However, Xie Yukun's death is not a pity, and the blind man probably wouldn't care whether he lives or dies, otherwise he wouldn't have made so many corrections to Xie Yukun's fate, ensuring that Xie Yukun would die violently before midnight tonight.

Yes, Xie Yukun will meet a tragic end tonight; his fate has already been sealed.

Xie Yukun should have been able to detect it, but the blind man somehow managed to evade the question.

Zhou Yi admired the blind man's skills, not because his methods were particularly ingenious, but because he could trick people to death and still chat and laugh with them while drinking mutton soup and eating fried dough, as intimately as a father and son.

The I Ching can alter one's fate, but it cannot change someone's destiny to a violent death and allow them to continue eating and chatting with others as if nothing happened.

"Life is like a play, and acting skills are key; this saying is really true."

After reflecting on his experience, Zhou Yi rode his motorcycle up the mountain, intending to return after dark to find a suitable opportunity.

Meanwhile, in the world of the Tang Dynasty's Zhenguan era, Little Sizi Li Mingda rested his chin on his hands, staring at the empty Yiyuan Hall, his little face filled with displeasure:
"Why hasn't Sister Meiniang returned yet? Could it be that she followed the immortal master to the celestial realm and forgot about Sizi?"

The little girl was muttering to herself when a palace maid hurried over:

"Your Highness, the weeds in the potato field have all been cleared away."

The little girl sat up from the futon, intending to check herself to see if she had missed or pulled out the wrong ones. Just a couple of days ago, a certain emperor who doted on his daughter was severely criticized by her for pulling out the wrong potato seedlings.

However, the potato seedlings they pulled out weren't wasted. They were planted elsewhere, and the father and daughter inadvertently discovered the correct method for transplanting seedlings.

After leaving the Yiyuan Hall, Xiao Sizi, with her hands behind her back, went to inspect the potato field. She found that the weeds had indeed been cleared away, but the ridges were not very clear. She then instructed the palace maids to take shovels and cover all the potato seedlings with soil.
"The book bestowed by the immortal states that potato seedlings are more likely to bear fruit after they have covered the soil."

To encourage the palace maids, the little maid took out her treasured White Rabbit milk candies and gave one to each of them.

While he was busy, Li Shimin, who had just finished the morning court session, strolled over and saw his daughter handing out candy. He also reached out to ask for some.

"I also pulled weeds yesterday, could I have a candy?" Little Sizi immediately put the bag of White Rabbit milk candy behind her:

"No, no! You destroyed the seed bestowed by the immortal. If we give you candy, wouldn't that be unfair?"

Upon hearing this, Li Shimin raised his hand to his chest and began to feign pitifulness:
"Just now during the morning court session, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. A divine being told me that eating a piece of candy would cure it, but unfortunately, my daughter doesn't..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Sizi peeled a piece of candy and fed it to Li Shimin, making the old father so happy that tears welled up in his eyes.

While eating the sweet candy, Li Shimin asked:
"Hasn't Mei Niang returned yet?"

Little Sizi nodded:
"It must be that something came up with the Immortal Master, and Consort Wu didn't have time to come back."

Li Shimin gave a dry laugh:
"Stop comforting your father. Come with me to have breakfast. What would Little Sizi like to eat? I'll have the imperial kitchen prepare it."

The little girl tilted her head and said:

"My daughter wanted to eat hot dry noodles, and Wu Cairen said they were fragrant and delicious, and could be eaten with sweet rice wine soup, which was really delicious."

Li Shimin regretted boasting in front of his daughter. He had never even seen hot dry noodles before. How could he possibly make them?

But it doesn't matter if you haven't seen it before. I have the right to say that I can just name any noodle dish "hot dry noodles". Who dares to say otherwise?

He asked indirectly:

Did Wu Zetian tell you the specific steps for making hot dry noodles?

"No, they only said it was covered in a sauce made with sesame paste, but there was no soup."

Li Shimin had a rough idea in his mind. He took his daughter to have breakfast, and as they passed the Sanqing Hall, Li Shimin said:
“Ever since I was recognized as an ancestor of the Li family, whenever I am feeling uneasy, I come here to tell my ancestors about my inner troubles. My daughter can also come here to confide in them if she has any worries.”

Li Mingda's eyes lit up as he suddenly realized he could speak his mind to the immortal in the Yiyuan Hall.

Tell him what he ate today, how the potato sprouts are growing, the sprouting status of various vegetables, his recent study progress... Hmm, let's not mention that for now. We can tell the immortal about it after he studies hard tomorrow.

After the meal, Li Mingda studied with the teacher until noon, when he finally had time to go to the Yiyuan Hall.

She lit an incense stick, knelt on the prayer mat, and began to ramble on about her recent experiences and feelings.

Meanwhile, inside the Hunyuan Palace, Zhou Yi, who was taking a nap, suddenly heard a vague voice in his mind, like a little girl talking to him.

He opened his eyes, the sound disappeared, and his sleepiness vanished.

Left with no other choice, Zhou Yi got out of bed and began preparing the ritual implements he would use that night.

The black bead on my wrist doesn't need any preparation; all kinds of talismans are ready, and there are also three talismans that draw upon the power of the gods, which are for saving my life.

If Xie Yukun has any protective spirits or shamans around him, then he can draw on the power of the gods.

Of course, he wasn't sure if he could actually borrow Zhou Yi; he only knew the process but had never tried it himself.

With the usual ritual implements prepared, he then took out a Yin-Yang mirror from the box. His grandfather said that this mirror could create illusions, but one should be careful when using it, because the user could easily become lost in it and unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Just as they were getting ready, Wu Meiniang heard the noise and came in:

"Shall we depart now, Immortal Master?"

Zhou Yi said with distress:
"I had just fallen asleep when I suddenly heard a faint sound, as if it was echoing in my mind, but I couldn't make it out. So I got up and packed the things I needed for the night."

Wu Zetian thought for a moment and comforted him, saying:

"Perhaps you are too nervous. Immortal Master, relax. If you can't get rid of this person tonight, there are other ways. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Zhou Yi wasn't under much pressure because he had gone through the whole process in his mind several times. He was sure Xie Yukun would come if he made some strange noises at the construction site at night.

Once he enters the construction site area, he becomes a walking corpse, completely at the mercy of others.

In the realm of metaphysics, the destructive power of a mentally calculated attack against an unsuspecting opponent is very strong, especially when the opponent is completely unprepared. The person who is hit will gradually realize that their body and mouth are out of control, and no matter how much they shout, they cannot make a sound.

The soul is conscious, but the body is out of control. People who die this way have particularly strong resentment, which is perfect for practicing divination.

Just then, a paper bird flew in and landed on the ground.

Zhou Yi picked it up and saw a sentence written on it:

"At 10 PM tonight, be ready at the Gen position!"

(End of this chapter)