During the Republic of China, ordinary people mostly communicated with each other through spoken language, rather than the seemingly complicated classical Chinese.

Only when it is time to write an article or invitation, etc., do you write in classical Chinese, that is, written language.

In my opinion, this Jueshu, written in Dingsui script, was half-baked. The Jueshu contains both spoken and classical Chinese. Although the spoken and written language are mixed together, I can barely understand it.

What shocked me was not the content of the letter, but the final signature, Yi Qingshan.

My name is Yi Lin.

The old man’s name is Yi Guiyuan.

And the old man’s father’s name...is none other than Yi Qingshan!

The lotus hat brings the setting sun, and the green mountains alone return to the distance. The old man likes to recite this poem during the New Year and festivals. Every time he recites it, his eyes turn red.

At that time, I didn't understand what this poem represented in the eyes of the old man, but now...

"The old man always keeps silent about the old lady's affairs. I didn't expect that the old lady died at the hands of Yuan Shikai." I muttered to myself, gave the fare to the driver, opened the door and got off.

It is now 2007, and the fourth year of the Republic of China is 1915, with a gap of 92 years.

If we look at the contents of the Jue Shu, combined with the age at which the old man died, the old man should have been in his early seven years at that time.

He was seven years old when he was kidnapped by Yuan Shikai. Ninety-two years later, he died at the age of ninety-nine, which was just right.

But...if the old man died at the hands of Yuan Shikai...then who taught the old man his skills?!

Is it possible that the old man is still alive? He forcefully snatched his wife and children back from Yuan Shikai's hands?

It doesn't make sense. If it is really snatched back, then the old man should have returned safely. There is no need for the old man to keep silent about the old man's affairs.

But if he didn't get it back...how did the old man return to Xiangxi?

Why do the more I think about this, the more headache I get...

Back at the wreath shop, I walked into the back room with the letter, looked at the black and white photos on the altar table, picked up the incense sticks next to me, lit them, and inserted them into the incense burner.

"Old man, how did your father die?" I lit a cigarette and smoked it. I lit another cigarette and placed it next to the old man's photo. I scratched my head and said, "It's not like you don't know that I'm very curious. You

There are quite a lot of secrets left behind by this trip, at least you can give me a dream and solve the mystery."

After the cigarette burned out, I folded the letter and put it under the old man's photo.

This thing was written by the old man. It belongs to the cultural heritage of the Yi family and must be well protected.

Besides, the people who care about this thing are insiders and should not be underestimated. If I accidentally lose this letter, the old man can really crawl out of the photo and strangle me to death.

I lit another stick of tribute incense and knelt respectfully in front of the altar. Looking at the grinning God of Joy, I bowed deeply.

"Master Patriarch is here."

"Luo Dahai and Wang Xue are both ghosts who died unjustly. I don't want to send them to the underworld to suffer. I hope that the ancestor will be merciful and grant two copies of the underworld contract."

After reciting, I put the talisman that sealed Luo Dahai on the table, and put the glass bottle that sealed Wang Xue on top.

After thinking for a while, I turned around and walked out of the back room. I took two pieces of yellow paper about one foot square from the store. Then I returned to the back room, put some cinnabar in a porcelain bowl, and dipped it in with a brush.

and started writing on paper.

The Yin Contract, commonly known as the Partial Hand Contract, has a long history. After hearing this story, you will definitely think it is very unreliable, but what seems unreliable is actually reality.

According to records in "Xiang Mi", there was a Taoist priest during the Song Dynasty. His real name cannot be ascertained, and his Taoist name was Xuan Xinzi.

This Taoist priest belongs to the Maoshan branch, and his skills are not particularly special, but he has developed a method of exorcising ghosts and subjugating gods.

Yinqi is one of his masterpieces.

The deed paper is made of yellow paper as the base, cinnabar as the ink, and written in Sui script. First write the birth date and name of the person who wrote it, and then the name of the evil ghost.

The last line writes that the writer needs help from the evil ghost. After the task is completed, the writer must clear the grievances of the evil ghost and help him reincarnate.

This is similar to Maoshan Ghost Exorcism, but there are differences.

What Maoshan and some branches of Taoism call to exorcise ghosts is to use ghosts as tools, which is a blasphemous trick to play with ghosts. If things go on like this, it will lead to divine punishment.

The Yin Contract is different.

"If ghosts cannot cross over, they must have their grievances. To redress their grievances, the ghosts and gods can help them." This is Xuan Xinzi's description of the Yin Contract, but few people know the last sentence. This is what the old man told me.

"If things go well, help the ghosts to redress their grievances. If you break your promise, you will be punished by God."

Perhaps it is because not many people know the second half of the sentence, which directly led to the emergence of many dishonest Taoist priests and warlocks in history.

Speaking of which, it's their unlucky fault. They knew the first half of the sentence but didn't know the fatal second half. As a result, they were all punished by God, and basically none of them had a good death.

The most famous one is a Taoist priest of the Qingwei sect in the Qing Dynasty. He wrote hundreds of yin deeds in more than ten years, but after the ghosts helped him, he didn't help any ghosts.

When he was forty years old, on his birthday, it rained heavily, and with a loud bang, a huge thunder blew down the Taoist temple.

And the Taoist priest was directly chopped into ashes by the thunder, and it was absolutely impossible for him to reincarnate.

From ancient times to the present, people who are struck to death by lightning end up with their souls shattered. No one can be reincarnated. He still wants to be reincarnated?

Thinking of this, I smiled and was about to continue writing the Yin Deed, but my movements suddenly froze.

That’s right! I’m so out of my mind!!

Wang Xue seemed to have been struck to death by lightning... Didn't the poem at the elevator entrance in Maotai Building say that she was struck by lightning?

But it stands to reason that people who are struck by lightning will all end up with their souls shattered. But Wang Xue did not lose his soul, but instead cultivated his true body. What is this...

I suddenly remembered the burning smell that I smelled in the hallucination that day, and Wang Xue’s burnt skin...could it be that...she was burned to death?!

It seems that only people who have been burned can look like this, and because she died unjustly... I guess there is something fishy about Wang Xue's death...

Although I don't know what happened to her death, I am certain of two things.

First, she was not struck to death by lightning, but the cause of death was unknown, and she was most likely burned to death.

Second, she must have been killed by someone. If she was accidentally burned to death by fire, then she would definitely not be able to cultivate her true body. Ding Po Tian would be as angry as Luo Dahai.

I shook my head and stopped thinking.

There will be plenty of opportunities to deal with these matters in the future. I have written a Yin Deed. After the matter is completed, it is my duty to help Wang Xuejie. These strange things will naturally come to light.

The matter I have to deal with now has nothing to do with Wang Xue and the others. I wrote the Yin Deed to prevent the grandson who sent me the threatening letter from playing dirty tricks.

Threat letter, Luo Dahai, all these are related.

Maybe the stranger who competed with Luo Dahai for the letter that day was the person who killed Luo Dahai and the person who sent me the threatening letter today.

He killed Luo Dahai just because of this letter. After killing Luo Dahai, he couldn't find the letter, so he decided to target me.

He wanted me to release Luo Dahai, and then he summoned Luo Dahai's soul and slowly asked him where the letter was.

Look, this wishful thinking is really amazing!

These are all my guesses, but I feel that these guesses are very close to the truth.

Let me make it clear first, the skills of the fifth door of our Yi family are really not weak, but we cannot resist some low-minded people playing tricks on us.

In this land of China, there are countless ways of Yin people.

For example, the five ghosts in Maoshan, the Miao Gu in Guizhou, or other schools of alchemy, those things are difficult for me to think about, let alone the target of their evil deeds is me.

Although I don't know much about the strength of the enemy, in my opinion, it is better to sail with caution.

Isn't the nickname of Yinqi called Partial Hand Contract?

Now I am recruiting foreign aid and asking Wang Xue and others to help me with my side.

With this eldest sister here, my safety can be said to have improved a lot. The evil ghost who has cultivated his true form these days is already a boss. If ordinary warlocks want to kill this boss casually, I guess they will be in trouble.

The blood flow is light.

Of course, all this is my ideal scenario. As for whether Wang Xue and others can help me, it depends on whether they are willing to make a pledge.

When I stopped writing, I put down the brush, picked up the yellow paper filled with "Long Sui" script, looked at it, and nodded secretly.

This is my first time using this thing. I hope the old man will not fool me, otherwise I will bite him to death.

"Master Patriarch, please come out now. You have to help me keep an eye on this guest and don't let this guest bully me." I smiled and bowed to the God of Joy, and got the talisman that sealed Luo Dahai.

In his hand, without any hesitation, he tore the talisman in half with all his strength.

With the portrait of the God of Joy here, I'm really not worried that Wang Xue and the others would dare to touch me.

If these two ghosts really dare to touch me, then I will really twist my head off and let Luo Dahai and the others kick it.

People are afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are afraid of gods. This is an eternal truth, just like a thief is afraid of the police.

In fact, this is just like the demons and ghosts who dare not go to the temple to cause trouble. As long as there is a place covered by gods, even if you give the demons and ghosts a hundred courages, they will not dare to make trouble.

Some people's homes are haunted by ghosts, but after offering a Buddha statue or hanging a portrait of Zhong Kui, the ghosts really disappear. This is the deterrent power of the gods.

"hiss!!!!"

At this time, a harsh and evil sound suddenly sounded in the back room, the sound was like fingernails scratching on a blackboard, and it sounded very uncomfortable.

I frowned, picked up the Yin Deed with Luo Dahai's name written on it, patted it, opened my mouth slightly, and started talking about the words "Ding Sui" that sounded like coughing and retching.

"Luo Dahai, do you want to be reincarnated?"

The room was very quiet, and there seemed to be nothing unusual. However, as time passed, the temperature in the room began to plummet within two minutes. It was even more powerful than turning on the air conditioner, and I was shivering.
To be continued...