The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 158: The competent ones take the place, let the Xuan clan fight monsters

After leaving Zhuang Quanhai's Zen room, Lang Jiuchuan ordered the maid, "Let the guards in the mansion escort them back to the city."

The maid bowed and responded.

Jianlan accompanied her back to the Zen temple and said, "Miss, you asked for divination money just now. Was I being nosy?"

"How could that be? You did a great job. But how do you know these five disadvantages and three shortcomings? Did you secretly read the Taoist scriptures?" Lang Jiuchuan raised his eyebrows and said.

Jianlan blushed and said, "Not entirely. In the past, when I met those fortune tellers outside the mansion, I would charge them. When I was free, I also read the Taoist scriptures and found that there are indeed five disadvantages and three shortcomings. You tell fortunes for them, which is to spy on the secrets of heaven. It is reasonable to charge a little for the fortune-telling."

"Then why did you only take so little money?"

Jianlan said, "I see that her family is now in ruins, and she should have a lot of money to spend on bribes, but...is it not enough?"

"No problem, even a penny is fine." Lang Jiuchuan looked at the divination money she was holding and asked her, "How can I use the divination money I got from peeping into the secrets of heaven to eliminate the karma I have been involved in?"

Jianlan was startled. She heard the sound of monks beating wooden fish and chanting sutras. She asked tentatively, "Shall I donate some of the incense oil?"

Lang Jiuchuan smiled and nodded: "You are very good, you will be blessed in the future."

Jianlan felt a little shy after hearing this, but she was very happy in her heart, and said, "After I send you back to the Zen room, I will donate it in your name."

Although the money for divination this time is not much, one penny can buy a vegetarian bun, and donating it is also a merit.

Lang Jiuchuan walked through the temple, stroking the emperor bell on his waist with his fingers, pondering the hexagram in his mind. Could the connection between Ding Suqiu and the evil spirit be due to her pure yin horoscope?

If she doesn't even have a soul, then both she and her soul are lost. If some evil spirit wants a woman with a pure yin destiny to be born, does it mean that there is more than one person?
Oh no! If that’s the case, other women might die because of this, especially those with pure Yin horoscopes.

Something seemed to flash through Lang Jiuchuan's mind. She had clearly seen such an evil spirit somewhere before, but she couldn't grasp it. She was really depressed.

"Don't hit your head so hard that it hurts. You're already lacking a soul and if you hit yourself stupid again, you'll be even less able to remember things." Jiang Che jumped out at some point and squatted on her shoulder.

Lang Jiuchuan told it what he had thought: "Have you ever seen any evil spirit like this?"

Jiang Che said, "I am concentrating on practicing in the mountains, how could I pay attention to these things?"

Lang Jiuchuan was angry: "What use is there for you!"

Jiang Che was a little weak, and tried to save his dignity, saying, "Is it those evil demons? Women are originally yin, and they only pick women with pure yin to be used as furnaces or to refine the most evil killing weapons."

Lang Jiuchuan nodded: "This is also a possibility."

"Who are you going to let look after Timon Valley?"

Lang Jiuchuan said, "Ding Suqiu is causally involved with this evil spirit, and Gong Qi and his fellow disciples are also investigating this matter. As the saying goes, the capable get the job, I will give them this information and let the Xuan Clan fight the monster. In exchange, it's not too much for them to help take care of Ding Man Gu, right? With their status and position, they don't even need to waste their breath on this small matter, maybe Ding Man Gu will come out without any trouble, not to mention that Ding Man Gu's daughter is originally involved with the evil spirit, if they want to investigate, they will definitely find something."

Jiang Che sneered and said, "I see you are very good at commanding people."

"The handkerchief is an important thing for a woman. How can you just say you don't want it? Baisong, pass the handkerchief over." A gentle voice sounded from the bottom of the platform. "Then it's Lord Laozhuo."

Lang Jiuchuan paused slightly. This was the voice of Fourth Miss Qi.

She walked to the fence of the platform and looked down. She saw the courtyard below. Qi Minjun and his men were standing under the eaves to avoid the snow, and there was a man holding an oil-paper umbrella in the middle of the courtyard.

"I seem to have heard this man's voice somewhere before." He touched his ear. Where had he heard it before?
"The snow is falling harder. This umbrella is simple. If you don't mind, you can use it to keep out the wind and snow." The man put away the umbrella, handed it to the servant beside him, and asked him to pass it over.

Jiang Che uttered a cry, floated down, circled around the man, and returned to Lang Jiuchuan's shoulder: "I've seen him."

"Have you seen Zhuo Yu? Where is he?" Lang Jiuchuan stared at the man below, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"What, this is Zhuo Yu? Do you know him?"

Lang Jiuchuan was about to cry because of its stupidity, and said, "Didn't you hear Qi Si call him Lord Zhuo? Old Madam Ding also said that he would come to light the lamp today. I looked at his parents' palace, and the sun and moon corners, that is, the scar on the left forehead, are sunken and gray, which is the appearance of losing his father at a young age. Well, his right forehead is sharp and sunken, and his nasolabial folds are broken. The corners of his mouth droop and his lips are pale, which means that his mother was sick and in poor health at that time. And the marriage palace is dark red and black, with a bad mole, and his wife died suddenly. Combined with what Old Madam Ding and the others said, who else could he be if not Zhuo Yu?"

The general thought to himself, no wonder you want to be a fortune teller. You can tell a person's face just by looking at it.

Of course, it is possible that one may have heard about it first and then compared it to this person, so one has some preconceived ideas, but this analysis is so impressive.

"Where have you seen him?" Zhuo Yu did not commit suicide. Ding Suqiu did not die at his hands, but there was a layer of yin energy surging on his body and it took shape very quickly. That yin energy also carried evil power, proving that he had karma.

His wife's death was not caused by his hands, but it was also related to him, after all, she was his wife.

Jiang Che said, "He's at the City God Temple. I went to meet up with old friends at Old Ginkgo before and saw him. He was plotting something with someone. It sounded like something bad. Could it be that they were plotting to kill his wife?"

It told Helang Jiuchuan what it had heard before.

Lang Jiuchuan tapped the Emperor Bell lightly and said, "What about the person he contacted? Did you see him?"

"He was wearing a bamboo hat with the brim pulled down very low. Besides, Old Ginkgo and I have heard a lot of gossip like this, so who would care what it was about, just..." Jiang Che quickly said before she could curse, "But I saw the wrist that was exposed when he threw the object, and there was a scar on that wrist that was burned by fire."

Lang Jiuchuan: "Investigating the case is other people's business. We don't care about it."

General: “…”

Why did you ask so much detail just now?

"This person is a hypocrite and is always using masks. How disgusting." Lang Jiuchuan turned her eyes away from Zhuo Yu in disgust. She could even smell the stench from him from a distance.

She glanced at Fourth Miss Qi who had received the umbrella and handkerchief, her eyes darkened, and said, "The deathly aura around her is getting heavier."

She looked back and forth between the two of them. Could Qi Si's death also be related to Zhuo Yu?
"Let's go and see if Gong Qi has returned."

This matter cannot be delayed any longer.