Lin Qingyin asked Shang Yi about her father’s birth date. It turned out that the hexagram showed a great deal of violence, but because it was blocked by the amulet, there was not much danger for the time being, but the root cause was not resolved.
Lin Qingyin scratched his temple with his thumb: "You said we will ask for leave as soon as school starts. Would the teacher be happy?"
Shang Yi thought for a while and said: "I don't have a big problem. I have decided to go abroad after graduating from high school. It's hard to say..." Shang Yi came over and asked: "When I went to the office last time, I ran into Principal Wang and your head teacher, Yu, in the corridor. I heard your head teacher and Principal Wang say what math competitions you want you to participate in. "
"I didn't agree." Lin Qingyin stretched out, "How great is it for me to go out and fortune-telling when I have that time."
Zhang Simiao looked at Shang Yi and then at Lin Qingyin: "Qingyin, what about Uncle Shang's affairs? What if Teacher Yu doesn't give a fake?"
Lin Qingyin took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at the date: "Reported today. As usual, a new book will be published tomorrow. By the way, the final exam paper will be published. The opening exam will be held in the next two days. This adds up to three days, enough for me to go. The Imperial Capital is here."
After hearing this, Shang Yi burst into tears of excitement. He put his arm around Lin Qingyin's arm and rubbed her shoulder again: "Thank you, little master!"
Now that Lin Qingyin is willing to take time off for her to go to the imperial capital, Shang Yi has nothing to hesitate: "I will ask the teacher for time off before going to self-study at night, and then I will set a high-speed rail ticket for tomorrow morning. It only takes three hours from Qicheng. If I can get to the imperial capital, I will ask my dad to pick us up."
The two negotiated to go to the head teacher’s office to ask for leave. Shang Yi’s reason for asking for leave was very tact, saying that he had an urgent matter to go to the imperial capital. Shang Yi’s head teacher knows that Shang Yi intends to study abroad. For such students, the IELTS score is more important than the college entrance examination. Shang Yi's head teacher thought she was going to take some short-term English training class in the imperial capital, and he happily granted a leave.
Lin Qingyin's request for leave was very unconcerned. She didn't find a reason at all. She went to the class teacher and said directly: "Teacher Yu, I want to ask for three days of leave, so that the emperor will go and give someone a divination."
Yu Chengze: "…… …"
My heart is so tired, I want to be quiet!
Although Yu Chengze's teaching time is not too long compared to the old teachers, he asked himself that he has taught students for seven or eight years, and he is considered an experienced teacher. In this kind of private school, there are students with all the specialties, but Lin Qingyin's speciality is really the first time he has seen him. Fortunately, he had seen her change the school’s feng shui and also cured the principal’s baldness. He had psychological development, but after a few months, he almost forgot that Lin Qingyin was not only a student but also a part-time sacred stick. , Can you not give him such a big impact as soon as school starts.
Seeing Lin Qingyin's open and open expression, Yu Chengze was a little hard to say: "Tomorrow we will have to talk about the final exam papers."
Lin Qingyin looked at him unclearly, "Do I still need to listen if I get a full score?"
This answer is simply powerless, but Yu Chengze still reluctantly tries to dying: "Do we still have the school exam the day after tomorrow?"
Lin Qingyin smiled: "The exam is to test the students' mastery. I think I have a good grasp. The exam is a waste of time for me. Besides, it is not suitable for me to always get the first place. There is a little hope for the second place, don't you think?"
This reason is almost impossible to refute. Yu Chengze was irritated by Lin Qingyin's laugh: "You really have to go to the Imperial Capital for fortune-telling? Is the park fortune-telling no longer enough for you?"
"Really have to go." Lin Qingyin said sternly: "This time it is a matter of life and death. Otherwise, I will ask you to ask for leave. I can't just watch others get killed for the exam."
Yu Chengze knew Lin Qingyin's ability and knew that Lin Qingyin would not lie about this kind of thing. While signing a fake note, Yu Chengze persuaded her with earnest words: "The depth and breadth of our school curriculum is still much worse than that of key high schools. If you really feel that the school curriculum is not so tight, you can consider participating in math competitions. Others The teachers of the class can give you supplementary lessons individually according to your progress."
Lin Qingyin reached out and accepted the leave slip signed by Chengze, and refused with a smile: "Teacher, I really don't want to participate. I still have tens of thousands of dollars in my meal card. If I go out to participate in competition training or something. , What should I do if I don’t eat the money in my meal card after graduation? It can’t be wasted!"
Yu Chengze waved his hand desperately: "Go and count your hexagrams!"
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The next morning, Lin Qingyin and Shang Yi left the school after breakfast. Fatty Wang's car was already waiting at the school gate.
Although Fatty Wang didn't have a talent for fortune-telling to see Feng Shui, he liked this business and found it particularly eye-opening. What's more, Fatty Wang is very good at interpersonal communication and handling affairs. With him, Lin Qingyin doesn't have to worry about anything except fortune-telling, so he is used to taking him wherever he goes.
Because of the urgent departure, ordinary tickets were sold out. Shang Yi ordered three business seats. Lin Qingyin, who took the train for the first time, was curious about the spacious seats and the speed of the high-speed trains. Save it!
Having been a roommate with Lin Qingyin for a long time, Shang Yi already knows Lin Qingyin’s preferences very well. With a bag full of snacks, Lin Qingyin didn’t stop his mouth for three hours from getting in the car to getting off the car. , To Wang Fatty, who had eaten three big buns in the morning, looked hungry abruptly.
Asking Shang Yi for the beef jerky in his mouth, Fatty Wang felt very emotional, that is, the little master would make a lot of fortune-telling, otherwise ordinary people would not be able to support her, so she can eat it!
Knowing that Lin Qingyin was coming, Shang Yi's father, Shang Jinghua, came to pick him up. When Fatty Wang arrived at the merchant’s old house, he couldn’t help but praise him. The old house is a set of antique two-entry courtyards. It is very well preserved and its geographical location is quite good. You don’t know that this house alone is worth hundreds of millions. Jinghua's two illegitimate children were so jealous.
The old house of the merchant has a flower hall dedicated to banquets. The kitchen is located in the inner part of the flower hall. It is also convenient for cooking and serving. Shang Jinghua invited them to eat at home. Shang Yi discovered that it had only been five or six days apart, and Shang Jinghua looked obviously more haggard. She immediately asked anxiously: "Dad, is the amulet I gave you still there?"
Shang Jinghua took out a small red bag from his pocket and took out the amulet inside. The original bright color was gone, and the entire amulet was gray and black.
Shang Yi's eye circles suddenly reddened, and he stretched out the back of his hand and wiped his eyes: "Dad, you shouldn't have let those two in the door."
"I didn't think that your grandfather's bones are not yet cold. No matter how they are my half-brothers..." Shang Jinghua shook his head, "It's still the old man who sees people's eyesight. Before he died, he told me not to wait until he was gone. It's too feminine for me to have a relationship with those two people too close."
Shang Jinghua is very emotional at first, otherwise he would not have given up the family property to go to Qicheng for so many years for Shang Yi and her mother. He showed kindness to the two half-brothers, but it's a pity that he is not rare as an obstructive brother.
Just as cold dishes were placed on the table, Lin Qingyin estimated that it would take a while to wait for the dishes, so it would be better to take advantage of this time to solve the problem.
The old merchant house is the most traditional second-entry yard. Shang Jinghua lived in the front main house. Lin Qingyin walked around in front of the main house, and finally stepped on a floor tile in the middle with his foot: "Get something Turn up this floor tile, dig out the stuff underneath, and bring another brazier by the way."
Shang Jinghua hurriedly found something. Fatty Wang tilted his shovel, and the floor tile was easily turned over. Fatty Wang took a shovel and shoveled to the ground twice: "The soil under this was turned over and it was very loose." As he said, he lifted a shovel soil, revealing a package of red cloth inside, Lin Qingyin quickly pointed to Shangjing. Hua prepared the porcelain basin and said: "Put it directly in the basin."
Although Fatty Wang didn't know what the bread was in, he knew that the stench faintly emitted from the cloth was not a good thing.
In the first month of the year, the wind was strong, and the smell seemed to be stronger when the wind blew. Shang Jinghua covered his nose and asked: "Little Master, what should I do with this thing?"
"Burn it!" Lin Qingyin also covered his nose and stepped back two steps: "Do you still have yellow paper at home? Bring some over."
Less than half a year after the businessman's father passed away, he had prepared a lot of yellow paper incense at home, and Shang Jinghua took a bunch of them. Lin Qingyin unfolded the yellow paper, took out the talisman pen, dipped it with cinnabar, and drew a talisman on it. Don't look at Lin Qingyin only drawing on the top yellow sheet of paper. After she handed the talisman pen to Shang Yi, she flicked the yellow paper in her hand. There was an exact pattern on each sheet.
Lin Qingyin didn't let Fatty Wang open the red envelope, so he sprinkled the yellow paper in his hand, and then the yellow paper in the basin burned and made a crackling sound.
Lin Qingyin asked Fatty Wang to watch the brazier stop the fire going out. She pointed to the correction room and asked Shang Jinghua, "Where are you living now?"
Shang Jinghua nodded: "Yes, my old man used to live in the house on the east side. When I moved back, he lived in the room on the west side. The east side remained unchanged."
Lin Qingyin stood up the collar of his coat: "Let's go to the room in the east and have a look."
The main house is not locked normally, Shang Jinghua opened the door to invite Lin Qingyin to enter. The house is furnished with a set of mahogany carved furniture, which looks very heavy.
Lin Qingyin stood in the hall and looked around, then suddenly turned around and asked, "Who usually cleans your house?"
Shang Jinghua said: "When my dad was alive, there was a chef, a driver, and two nanny in his 40s. Uncle Li, the chef, has been with my dad for more than 20 years, and the two nanny also worked in this old house. It's been three or four years, and someone has to clean the house anyway, so I didn't let them go."
Lin Qingyin chuckled: "Let’s not talk about the chef and the driver for now, you can take a good look at the two nanny." Lin Qingyin said, walking to the main chair in the hall and squatted down slightly, from underneath the chair. Pull out a piece of talisman paper and tear it to pieces.
When Shang Jinghua saw this, the color of his face changed. It was the chair he had to sit on every day. He had seen the babysitter clean up when he was here with the old man before. Not to mention the underside of the chair, even the legs of the chair would be wiped clean. If the babysitter couldn't find this during cleaning, he absolutely didn't believe it.
Holding the piece of talisman paper in his hand, Lin Qingyin pushed open the east door again. This was the residence of the old man Lishang. The furniture inside was exactly the same as before, except that there was a picture of the old man on the table. Fresh flowers, fruits and tributes were placed in the front.
Lin Qingyin looked around the room and said, "Your two younger brothers often come to this room after your father's death?"
Shang Jinghua nodded: "They often come to worship. I can't stop them from doing their filial piety."
Lin Qingyin glanced at Shang Jinghua and said, "The red cloth wrapped things we found in the garden and the talisman paper found in the hall are not the most important thing. The most deadly thing is in this room."
Shang Jinghua looked around the room. He was not unfamiliar with this room. He spent a month with the old man in this room, and even slept together at night, but he couldn't see any changes in this room.
"Did you place the talisman paper again?" Shang Jinghua said as he squatted down and looked under the bed. It didn't matter that he looked at it. He was almost scared, his hair stood up, and he staggered back two steps and fell to the ground. : "There seems to be a person lying under the bed."
The wooden bed that the old man lived in was also old-fashioned. The bed board and the floor were about forty centimeters high. Usually the sheets were hanging down and half blocked. If you didn't squat down, you would really not see anything inside.
Lin Qingyin reached out and took the crutches standing on the head of the bed, reached under the bed, and hooked out the "person" underneath. Only then did Shang Jinghua see that it was actually a cardboard man wearing a suit, and the lack of light under the bed looked like a real person at first glance.
The cardboard man depicts the five senses very finely, which really resembles Shang Jinghua in a closer look. Lin Qingyin took the walking stick and opened his clothes. On the cardboard, the eight characters of Shang Jinghua were written in cinnabar. Around the characters were pasted sheets of talisman paper, depicting various horrible spells.
Shang Jinghua's face is ugly. It has been at least a week since his two younger brothers came back to worship the old man. This room has to be cleaned twice a day, and he doesn't believe that the two babysitters can't see it when such a big cardboard person is thrown under the bed.
Shang Jinghua saw Lin Qingyin lift up the talisman paper, and all kinds of messy things were drawn on the cardboard. He had a tingling scalp.
"Little Master, what should I do with this? Throw it in the brazier and burn it directly?"
Lin Qingyin glanced at him and said, "Did you see the charms surrounding this eight-character? This is a possessive spell. With this charm, this cardboard man is exactly like your real person. What kind of treatment it suffers will be on you. Body manifestation. It’s just that the paper man has been lying here for ten days and his effectiveness is not strong. When he stays here for seven to forty-nine days, your brother will take the paper man away again. That is really what he wants you to. You die as you die."
Shang Jinghua asked with an ugly face, "Master, why do you have to lie here for forty-nine days?"
"Things that harm people are not so easy to make. In Feng Shui, the house is divided into eight directions. The east is the direction of Zhen Gua, which represents the eldest son." Lin Qingyin pointed to the bed and said, "This room is the whole room. The easternmost room of the main house, and the bed is on the easternmost side of the room. As long as you use a suitable formation and place the paper figure with your eight characters in the position of Zhengua, it will become yours in just forty-nine days. It's a stand-in."
Lin Qingyin took out the talisman and said, "Fortunately, the substitute is not available, so it is easy to crack." Lin Qingyin took out the foreshadowing, soaked in cinnabar, and kept sketching on the cardboard man. As soon as it broke open, and finally used a cinnabar pen to wipe the horoscope, it completely erased the relationship between the paper man and Shang Jinghua.
Lin Qingyin stood up and said, "While the fire in the yard is not extinguished, I threw this into a brazier and burned it."
Shang Jinghua didn't dare to delay. He picked up the paper man with his clothes and ran out under his arm. Seeing that the fire in the brazier in the middle of the yard was going out, Shang Jinghua hurriedly put the clothes in his hands. The cardboard man threw it in. After the flame hit the paper man, it smashed more than half a meter high, and instantly burned the paper man and clothes clean, leaving only a pot of ashes.
Lin Qingyin walked to the front of the door, clicked on a floor tile and said, "Fat brother, lift up this floor tile and dig a hole to bury the ashes in it."
Fatty Wang immediately carried the shovel and went over. Unlike the active floor tile just now, this floor tile was almost stuck to the ground. Fatty Wang took a lot of effort to open it, and put the pot of ashes as Lin Qingyin said. Put it in the pit and cover it with a thin layer of soil.
Lin Qingyin took a talisman pen and drew a talisman on the soil, took out a few pebbles and threw it inside, which made Fatty Wang cover the floor tiles back.
After placing the floor tiles, Fatty Wang felt that it was a little higher. He threw down the shovel and jumped on it a few times to make the floor tiles flat and firm so that no traces could be seen. Only then did he collect the excess soil. Throw it to the bottom of the tree.
Shang Jinghua circled the large floor tile several times, and asked Lin Qingyin in a puzzled manner: "Little Master, what is this for?"
"For the unlucky, this is the gate. Everyone who comes out and enters will step on this place every day. The more you step on, the better your luck." Lin Qingyin showed a sly smile at the corner of his mouth: "But for the'unlucky'. It’s not very good to say that you are stepped on under your feet every day, so what do you say will go smoothly!"
Shang Jinghua suddenly realized that he immediately stomped two feet on the floor tiles viciously, finally let out a sigh of foulness.
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A chef and two babysitters in the family work in the kitchen. Before, Shang Jinghua felt that eating at home tasted good and quiet, but now he knows that the two babysitters in the family have been bought, and he feels a little uneasy after eating this meal. Especially when one of the nanny brought up a pot of steaming sheep and scorpions, he wanted to ask her if she had poisoned it.
Lin Qingyin looked at Shang Jinghua worriedly, washed his hands and sat down at the table, and took a bite with a piece of sheep scorpion. It was fresh and tasty, not fishy, and the taste was quite good.
"Actually, you don't have to worry so much. If they dare to start directly, they don't have to turn so many twists and turns. After all, it is much harder to find an expert who can draw this kind of spell than to buy poison." Lin Qingyin bit his teeth with his teeth. A big piece of meat came down, and he chuckled softly: "Besides, I guess your two brothers are not very generous people. The money they bought can make one eye close at most. If it is poisoned, They can't afford the money."
Since the little master said it was okay, Shang Jinghua was able to eat this meal at ease, but he also planned to fire the nanny after the meal. As for the chef, he had to let the little master take the palm of his hand.
The food in winter is mostly warm and tonic. The taste of the Imperial Capital is not much different from that of Qicheng. Lin Qingyin's food is particularly smooth. After finishing the meal, Shang Jinghua called the two nanny over, and directly asked in front of Lin Qingyin and others: "You have received Shang Jingtian and how much money is in Shangjing?"
The faces of the two babysitters changed all of a sudden, and they hesitated to admit it. Even though Shang Jinghua has a good temper, he is a little annoyed. He looked at the nanny who was a few years older than himself and sneered: "I am busy these days, but it doesn't mean I can let you fool around, what is under the chair, What is under the bed of the old man, can I explain one by one?"
Seeing the embarrassing look of the two babysitters, Shang Jinghua sneered: "You don't need to explain, and don't say that it is not intentional. I, Shang Jinghua, are not fools who let you fool." He pointed out: "Because of this. During the Lunar New Year, the salary is given to you in advance. Go back and pack your things and leave for me. If I find one more or leave something unclean, I will call the police directly."
The two babysitters themselves were greedy for petty gains and were persuaded. Each took five thousand yuan and pretended not to see those weird things when cleaning. They originally thought it was not a big deal, because no one would squat down to see what was under the chair under the bed except for them, but they didn't expect to be discovered by the host so quickly and lost a high-paying job.
No matter how upset or regret the two were, it was useless, and they packed up their things and complained to each other and left. It's easy to find a job in the Imperial City, but it's hard to find a job like a business that eats well, lives well, doesn't have a lot of things, and pays a lot of money.
After the nanny left, the chef Lao Li cleaned the cutting board and said directly: "I can guess that they left because of something. They must have been bought by those two. In fact, Jingzhong and Jingtian privately Everyone has wooed me, but I'm just a cook. I don't get involved in anything except cooking."
Shang Jinghua smiled helplessly: "Actually, I can understand, after all, I haven't been back for a long time, but my two younger brothers have lived at home for many years. It is understandable that you have a deep relationship with them."
"You don't have to play with me, I am different from them." Lao Li said, "I have been with the old man for so many years, and I don't recognize anyone except the old man. Don't think I am just a cook, but the old man has been depressed for so many years. At that time, I only like to drink two glasses and talk with me. In this family, no one knows the old man better than I, from beginning to end, he is the only heir in his heart. I have been a cook for him for so many years and only listen to him. Yes, if you want me to stay, I will follow you steadily. If you are not at ease, I will pack my things and go."
Shang Jinghua looked at Lin Qingyin hesitantly. Lin Qingyin smiled and said openly: "This person cooks deliciously and speaks honestly."
Shang Jinghua then let out a sigh of relief: "I really had some cupped bows and snake shadows just now..."
Before I finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. The driver Zhang opened the door. I saw Shang Jingtian and Shang Jing walking in with an old man and a goatee. Lin Qingyin laughed when he saw it. But Yuanjia has a narrow road!