The God and Buddha are actually me

If it were someone else who said that he wanted to use his body in the third realm to help her get rid of an evil spirit in the sixth realm, and he was still in Yangzhou, his hometown where he had been operating for many years, then Yue Ling would definitely think that he was talking nonsense.

But when this sentence came from Zhang Jiuyang, she actually felt that it was not so ridiculous.

The two clinked glasses and drank the wine.

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

During this period, the people from the Qintian Prison searched day and night, spending an unknown amount of energy, but there was no progress regarding that item.

Zhang Jiuyang seemed to have been prepared for this problem, saying: "If we really can't find it, 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 wine and said: "If you can't find the bait, then create a bait. In fact, it is very possible to catch the Painted Skin Master with a bait, and you have already found it."

"What bait?"

Zhang Jiuyang pointed at himself, his voice calm.

"That's me."

"Or... it's Yama."

Yue Ling was also very smart and understood Zhang Jiuyang's intention instantly. She refused decisively without even thinking about it.

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

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said: "The Painted Skin Master hates Yama deeply. If we create an opportunity for him to get rid of Yama, do you think he will be moved?"

Yue Ling's voice was cold, with an undeniable crispness.

"Of course the Painted Skin owner wants to be killed, but nothing can happen to you. There's no need to talk about that."

Zhang Jiuyang felt warm in his heart, looked at her stern face, showed a bright smile, poured her wine and said: "Okay, don't be so cold, can't I just listen to you?"

Yue Ling's face brightened slightly at this moment, he picked up the wine glass and drank from it, saying, "I will definitely find that 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 was good at everything, but sometimes he would go crazy and even risk his life. His cruelty frightened her.

But usually he looks like he enjoys comfort and is cautious and afraid of death.

Two contradictory things, but there is no sense of incompatibility in him.

"Then let's get back to that bait."

Zhang Jiuyang asked: "What investigations have you done on that thing? Do you have any clues?"

The two of them 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 others can't use it. We can only check it ourselves. The progress is too slow."

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

"We checked many places in Yangzhou during this period, but found nothing. We did get rid of some little monsters."

"The marked places on this Kan map have all been investigated, and these files are the results of the investigation. I looked at them, and there are no problems."

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the scattered marks on this Kan map and couldn't help frowning: "This is not a good way to check. The speed is too slow."

"The scope of the search must be narrowed down."

Yue Ling also understood this truth, but could only shake his head and said: "Everyone has tried their best. We are exhausted day and night. As for narrowing the scope of the search, there is currently no way."

"Leave these things for now, I'll take a look at them later."

Zhang Jiuyang was unable to provide a solution immediately. No wonder Yue Ling said that the case had reached a bottleneck.

If the scope of the search cannot be narrowed down, the hope of finding something like that is slim, like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The Qintian Prison cannot delay for too long, because the Painted Skin Master is not the only evil spirit in the land of Jiuzhou, and they also have to deal with cases that occurred in other places.

"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 recently went to sea to look for meteorite and has not come back."

There was a hint of apology in her voice.

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

Hearing this, Yue Ling was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to think of something, which made her angry and funny.

"I see, grandma deliberately put your portrait in it to test me. It seems that she knew about the land deed I gave you before..."

Seeing Zhang Jiuyang's somewhat confused look, she sighed and said, "Why do we need an invitation? Your face may be more prestigious than mine in the Shen Mansion."

Zhang Jiuyang: "???"

"Anyway, just go ahead and no one will dare to stop you. Besides..."

She hesitated for a long time, and the usually fiery female general showed a rare expression of embarrassment.

"What's wrong?"

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

"What nonsense?"

Zhang Jiuyang felt a little baffled.

Yue Ling hesitated to speak, and finally said: "You will know when the time comes, and besides... don't laugh at me tomorrow."

Zhang Jiuyang was about to ask, but he saw her pick up the Dragon Bird Knife on the table and disappear in a flash.

Looking at the figure that left gracefully under the moon, Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, and only retracted his gaze until the figure disappeared, and then looked at the files again.

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

The night deepened.

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

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

For some reason, he always felt that he seemed to have missed something, a very crucial thing.

The candle was almost burned to the bottom, and a thick layer of lamp oil accumulated on the table.

The regular tapping sound continued to sound, like the wooden fish in the temple that never stopped all night.

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

"Ali——"

Zhang Jiuyang called Ali's name, wanting her to change another candle, but suddenly paused, as if a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

It's Ali!

The key he overlooked... is Ali!

"Brother Jiu, what's wrong? Who are you going to kill?"

Ali floated out of the Yin puppet, still a little sleepy, with a small braid hanging down and a bright red spider lily stuck on it.

Zhang Jiuyang knocked on her and said, "The last time you traveled to the underworld, you met Du Shensuan. What did he say? Tell me again."

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

"Is the order the same?"

Ali nodded and performed for Zhang Jiuyang on the spot. She pretended to be Du Shensuan, and her lower half of her body disappeared, leaving only the upper half crawling on the ground.

One hand was constantly pinching as if it was cramping, and at the same time, she rolled her eyes and foamed at the mouth, and the whole person shouted loudly like a madman.

"Fan!"

"Momo!"

"Wind, strong wind..."

The next moment, Ah Li regained her composure, standing there in a coquettish manner, 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.

Fortune tellers have a habit that the secrets of heaven cannot be leaked, because they must speak as implicitly and obscurely as possible, and often give information in a suggestive way.

This can also minimize the punishment for leaking the secrets of heaven.

If Du Shensuan is still conscious, is he conveying information to him in an obscure way through these words?

Or, in the underworld, he cannot speak so clearly, and is avoiding something.

When he thought of this, Zhang Jiuyang was refreshed, and he felt vaguely that he had found the right direction.

Lighting a new candle, Zhang Jiuyang wrote all those words on a piece of white paper in the light of the candle.

"Fan, steamed bun, strong wind."

What did 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. He also said that if he had to go, he should keep it in mind...

Zhang Jiuyang could infer that the biggest danger of his trip to Yangzhou was the Painted Skin Master. The things that Du Shensuan asked him to keep in mind were probably related to the Painted Skin Master, and there might be important clues.

Du Shensuan knew that A Li was his man, and these words were said to him, which meant that Du Shensuan knew that he had a way to crack the mystery.

Or, there was something on him that was closely related to these words.

According to this idea, Zhang Jiuyang had an idea and took out a book from his arms.

Liu Yao Gua Shu!

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

Du Shensuan studied Liu Yao Gua Shu for a lifetime, and finally entered the underworld because he understood the true meaning of Gua Shu. He was very familiar with this Liu Yao Gua Shu.

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 six-line hexagram technique!

Only by deciphering this clue can he find the corresponding secret in the six-line hexagram technique and understand the truth of Du Shen's hexagram before his death!

When he thought of this, he showed a trace of excitement in his eyes, and his intuition told him that he was getting closer and closer to the truth.

"The fan is thirteen strokes."

"The steamed bun is a total of twenty-six strokes."

"The strong wind is seven strokes, and the three added together..."

Zhang Jiuyang turned to the forty-sixth page, and the few words that came into his eyes made him excited.

"The Mountain Wind Gu Gua of the Sixty-four Hexagrams."

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

"The image in the hexagram is like pushing a millstone. It is a blessing if it goes smoothly, but a disaster if it goes wrong. If you have a few things in your mind, you will make mistakes in everything because you are busy."

"When things rot and insects grow, there is a bad sign inside, which is an evil hexagram."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes showed a hint of joy.

Fan and strong wind actually correspond to the two words "Mountain Wind" in the Mountain Wind Gu Gua, so that he can be sure that it is this hexagram.

Even if he didn't think of the stroke addition method, as long as he studied the six-line hexagram technique carefully, he might be able to associate the Mountain Wind Gu Gua with the two words "fan" and "wind".

This is also another guarantee of Du Shensuan.

It's a pity that he usually studies too little, and it was not until now that he suddenly realized it.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang can almost conclude that this Mountain Wind Gu Gua is the hexagram that Du Shensuan calculated for him before his death.

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 smiled.

So 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 in the sky outside the window, his voice calm and firm.

"Soon."

"We will find the little mouse soon."

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