CH 111.3

July 6, 2022Ai Hrist

“Some people want to talk to their deceased relatives for various reasons. To achieve that, you need to look for a yin person. The Yin person uses themselves as a medium, and let the dead people temporarily enter their body.” Zhu Chengze’s face showed a painful look: “My mother is that medium.”

Lin Qingyin had never been in contact with such a person in her last life, and this was the first time she had heard of it, but judging from Zhu Chengze’s face, his mother already had signs of a short lifespan.

“At first, I thought my mother was a liar. In our village, many fortune-telling masters do fortune-telling, but none of them are effective. However, we still invite them for some of our rituals and customs, so even if we know they are not good, someone will still invite them. They received few businesses in a month which help them with the cost of living.” Zhu Chengze sighed: “I thought my mother was also fooling people, but when I went back during National Day, I found out that she is not the same person. She looked very different. I was a little scared at the time and told her not to be a yin person anymore. Now that I am a junior in college, I can fully earn living expenses and tuition fees as a tutor. She doesn’t need to work so hard. But my mother said she couldn’t go back.”

When Zhu Chengze said this, he raised his head and looked at Lin Qingyin: “I just want to figure out what happened to my mother and whether she can become a normal person.”

Lin Qingyin took out her tortoiseshell and slowly stroked the lines on it, then said: “Judging from the look of your face, your mother has lost ten years of life expectancy, and there are signs of continued reduction. If you want to know more details, I’ll give you divination. Tell me your mother’s birthday.”

Zhu Chengze immediately said his mother’s birthday, Lin Qingyin put the ancient coins into the tortoiseshell, and shook it gently with both hands.

Lin Qingyin looked noble when she perform divination, and it looked like she was performing an ancient and solemn ceremony. Zhu Chengze couldn’t help but look solemn.

After six consecutive hexagrams, Lin Qingyin frowned: “Your mother’s situation is more complicated, and it can’t be solved easily. I’ll accompany you to see her on weekends.”

Zhu Chengze breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly stood up and bowed to Lin Qingyin: “Thank you, Master Lin.”

*

Zhu Chengze’s house was not far from the imperial capital, it only takes two hours to arrive by train. The dragon energy on Jiang Wei’s body was so strong that it could barely cover the amulet, so Lin Qingyin didn’t take him and got on the train with the tortoiseshell.

After getting off the train and taking the bus twice, they finally arrived at this seemingly backward little village. Lin Qingyin looked at the feng shui in the village, her brows could not help but wrinkle. The yin energy here was too strong.

In today’s world, the spiritual energy was thin, and so was the yin energy, so there were not too many ghosts or evil spirits wandering outside. However, this village was different from other places, but there was no trace of the formation.

It was almost noon at this time. The villagers finished collecting the crops and carried their hoes to go home. Lin Qingyin’s eyes slid over the graves in the fields. Seeing this, Zhu Chengze quickly explained: “The people in our village also like looking for feng shui masters to bury their dead relatives. After looking for a suitable area, be it farmland or what, they will bury the dead. The land owner cannot refuse it.”

Lin Qingyin nodded and said nothing. When she passed another grave, she suddenly stopped and turned to ask Zhu Chengze, “Is this your father’s grave?”

Zhu Chengze looked at the bunker in the field and nodded silently: “He fell ill and died when I was in college. My mother became a Yin person so that she can pay my tuition fees.”