Song Xiao's eyes rolled and said, "Since we can't investigate openly, we might as well use some special means. It is not necessary to ask God for divination."

Hu Qianqiu glanced at him with contempt, "Didn't you wake up?"

Song Xiao was not angry and said with a smile: "The Taoist priest I mentioned is really capable, you will know when you see it. Besides, there is something that is not good. You would rather believe it as it is not without."

Hu Qianqiu did not deny it. After all, when he was a child, he was saved by a bowl of talisman water from the witch, and he was always wearing the long-lived lock given by the Master of the Principal. In addition, the strange experience during this period, Hu Qianqiu was somewhat expecting the Taoist priests mentioned by Song Xiao.

Hu Qianqiu sighed, "No more examples!"

Hu Qianqiu thought Song Xiao would take him to a remote alley or a deep mountain forest, but he didn't expect that the destination was a shopping mall.

"You want to take the person I'm looking for here?" Hu Qianqiu was a little unbelievable.

"You don't understand this, it's almost the same principle as the so-called "big hidden in the city."

At the entrance of a store on the negative floor of the mall, there is a half-person-high sign hanging, with eight big words "Fortune telling, immortals guide the way".

Hu Qianqiu looked at that, "You can't just say that, right?"

Song Xiao gave a thumbs up and said, "Smart!"

Hu Qianqiu patted his head, and the only glimmer of hope in his heart was gone.

Before Hu Qianqiu and Song Xiao entered the door, Song Xiao shouted first: "Master Butong, I'm here."

An echo came from the store in a flash, "Spark guest, what wind has blown Mr. Song."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in his thirties walked out of the store. He was tall and had a suit and ties, but his appearance and temperament were all average, which was far from Hu Qianqiu's fairy-like appearance.

Song Xiao said: "My friend has always admired the master's spirit. He begged me again and again, so I had to bring him to see you."

Hu Qianqiu gave Song Xiao a blank look and greeted him in his heart over and over again.

Bubuli looked at Song Xiao and looked up and down at Hu Qianqiu. His eyes were a little strange, as if he wanted to see Hu Qianqiu clearly inside and out.

Hu Qianqiu frowned and felt a little uncomfortable, so he said sneeredly: "The master is really in character, and he doesn't like wearing Taoist robes like ordinary Taoist priests."

Then he withdrew his eyes, "Clothing is always an external object. As long as he is dedicated to the Tao, everything he wears is the same."

Hu Qianqiu nodded slightly, "Master, your Feng Shui is not good in this place, it's a waste of people."

He was stunned for a moment and said, "My friend is such a bad word. Everything is about opportunity. Those people don't come to ask me, but the opportunity has not come. My friend comes to me today and it is naturally your and my chance."

Hu Qianqiu pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled and said, "Isn't the opportunity a Buddhist saying?"

I was stunned again and said, "I didn't expect that my friend still has some differences in Buddhism and Taoism.

Answer, this is rare."

Song Xiao interrupted and said, "My friend usually likes to read some miscellaneous books and knows a little bit of everything, but if you have a profound understanding, you will naturally not be as good as you, the master."

Butong then said: "All things have the same origin. Ordinary people have to distinguish them from the truth. As long as they focus on the Tao, what's wrong with being a Buddha or a Tao?"

Hu Qianqiu was about to refute, but he said, "I just made a fool of myself. You are here for a deceased woman."

Hu Qianqiu was unexpectedly surprised when he looked at Song Xiao but saw him shook his head silently.

It doesn't make sense: "Let's go in and talk in detail."

Having said this, Hu Qianqiu had to follow him half-believingly.

The store is not large in size, and the furnishings inside are very monotonous, with only one office desk, a computer, a tea table, a tea table and a few chairs. On the wall are some sentences excerpted from the "Tao Te Ching" and "Zhuangzi", as well as a few banners from unknown places.

The three of them sat down around the coffee table. Butong poured a cup of tea for Hu Qianqiu and Song Xiao each, and gave the two of them a piece of white paper, "Write the name of the deceased, the birth date and the time and place of death."

Hu Qianqiu complained: "Since you are so capable, why don't you calculate it yourself?" Although he thought so, he still filled in according to his requirements.

Although Hu Qianqiu knew Yu Xuefei's birth date, he did not know the specific time. Hu Qianqiu could only calculate the time of Yu Xuefei's fall from the building based on what he heard at the police station, but the specific time was not clear, so he only wrote a rough range.

After taking the white paper from Hu Qianqiu's hand, he frowned and said, "My friend's information is incomplete."

Hu Qianqiu said helplessly: "I only know this."

"Well, let me just make a divination and try to deduce it to any point."

Take out a brazier, and the charcoal fire inside is too low. Then take out an empty turtle shell, carve several pieces of it vertically and horizontally, and throw it into the brazier to burn.

After about a quarter of an hour, the turtle shell was removed, and there were some cracks on it.

"How do you say the hexagram?"

Butong pondered for a while and said, "Combined with the hexagram and the information you gave me, this person's death should not be an accident, and it is related to the person closest to her."

"Not?"

It is not reasonable to say: "The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed, not to mention that you have limited information, my friend, and I am not able to match my power. If you insist on explaining the profound meaning of the hexagram, it is probably a damaging practice."

Song Xiao was about to interrupt when he was stopped by Hu Qianqiu, "Since that's the case, I won't force anyone to do anything. Master, let's go first, the mountains are high and the waters are far away, and there will be a time later."

He stopped talking and said for a long time, "I am sorry that I am not far away. Take care of you. If you have any further problems, welcome to come. I will do my best to solve the problems for you."

Hu Qianqiu doesn't want to talk more

, quickly pulled Song Xiao away.

Song Xiao said: "Mr. Hu, why did you interrupt me just now? Maybe I can ask him to try again."

Hu Qianqiu smiled and said, "Didn't you hear that? He is asking us for money."

"Hey, they have to live a life too. Besides, don't you think what he said makes sense?"

Hu Qianqiu sneered and said, "You believe him just because he is just talking nonsense? They are all scammers like them who are not bad at reasoning. There are many people who know what happened last night, and he knows which school you are from. When we suddenly visit, he will definitely think about this. At that time, he knew that he was right when he looked at our faces. After that, he just said it casually. We don't know the truth anyway."

Song Xiao said: "You are too suspicious, but I think he is really capable."

Hu Qianqiu spread his hands and said, "Now our clues are broken, and the hotel will not allow us to investigate. Fu Yuan can't get information. There is only an acquaintance who is not aware of the truth and ambiguous answer. We don't know the most suspicious man in black at all. Now we can only wait for the police to find out the results."

Song Xiao sighed, "It seems that he has to do this."

It was already evening after Hu Qianqiu and Song Xiao returned to school, but he did not go back to the dormitory directly, but quietly left the school alone.

He arrived at the place where he entered the Yin-Yang Realm yesterday.

Although Hu Qianqiu was not sure what was going on in the Yin-Yang Realm, he remembered what the old lady said.

After a person dies, he will stay in the world for an hour, and then he will go to the Yin-Yang Realm for forty-nine days. Now two hours have passed since Yu Xuefei's death, and her ghost is now in the Yin-Yang Realm.

After returning to school yesterday, Hu Qianqiu understood what his mother-in-law said, "Someone is here again." At that time, he planned to find a way to go back to the Yin-Yang Realm. After all, trying to find out the truth and asking the victim himself is the fastest way. The reason why he waited until now that he came alone is that he did not want to get Song Xiao involved in these strange things.

Hu Qianqiu walked back and forth on the road section yesterday, but there was no white fog around him like yesterday, so he naturally failed to enter the Yin and Yang Realm.

Although Hu Qianqiu didn't know what was the specific reason that he could not enter the Yin-Yang Realm today, he could also infer a rough idea.

Yesterday was the Zhongyuan Festival, and it was the time when the underworld and the human world were connected. Only then could you enter the Yin-Yang Realm. If you want to enter again, you would have to wait for a year. But at that time, Yu Xuefei's ghost was no longer in the Yin-Yang Realm.

"Damn..." Hu Qianqiu kicked the small stone on the ground hard, and the stone flew out from a distance.

The plan failed, and Hu Qianqiu had to retreat to school.

When Hu Qianqiu was about to cross this section of the road, he suddenly felt someone pushing him from behind, leaning forward, and almost falling down, but he turned around suddenly, but there was no one.
Chapter completed!