After dinner, Qin Yao quietly pulled Feng Boyu to the study room and told him everything about the Yin Fu self-immolation just now.
Feng Boyu couldn't hide his surprise: "You mean, Wen Niang didn't hang herself to death, but was harmed by evil spirits?"
Qinyao knew that Feng Boyu had never dealt with demons and monsters, so she found it difficult to accept this inference for a while, so she took out the Yin Finger Talisman from her arms and showed it to him, and patiently explained: "The Yin Finger Talisman is commonly used by people in Taoism. Although the entry-level talisman is low-level and crudely made, it is easy to use and has good identification ability, so Taoist friends often use it to check whether there are evil spirits at work."
But also because it can only identify evil spirits that have accumulated to a certain extent, Taoist priests like Qing Xuzi, who are profound in Taoism, usually disdain to use the Yin Talisman. Qingxuzi can already sense the heavier resentment without the help of external force, and the evil spirit that is difficult to detect naturally has the power of the Wuya Mirror, a treasure of suppression and observation, but there is no place for the Yin Talisman to be used.
When Qinyao and Ahan were cleaning out the warehouse of Qingyun Temple, they accidentally dug out a bunch of unused acupoints. They thought it would be a pity to throw them away, so they each hid a bunch of them on their bodies.
Although Feng Boyu wanted to believe Qinyao's judgment, there was still doubt in his tone: "But I heard you and Taoist Priest Qingxuzi say last time that although Wen Niang's adopted daughter Lin Yao Niang died in a horrific way, she was not killed by evil spirits. , and that night outside Dali Temple, the Taoist priest used a precious mirror to test Rou Qing's relics, but there was no sign of evil at work. How come the evil spirit was found on the body of Wen Niang who died in prison? "
Qinyao didn't answer in a hurry. She stared at the rosewood pen holder on the desk and thought for a while, then looked up at Feng Boyu and said, "Brother Feng, please borrow the pen and paper on the desk."
Feng Boyu was slightly startled, nodded and said: "Please do it."
Qinyao stood up and walked behind the desk. She rolled up her sleeves and started writing.
Feng Boyu came closer, wanting to read what Qin Yao had written across the table. As soon as he reached the table, a sweet girl's fragrance suddenly hit the tip of his nose. His mind wandered, and his eyes fell involuntarily on Qinyao Crowcrow's hair. The sweet fragrance came from her bun. It looked a bit like magnolia flowers, and seemed to have a little shadow of wintersweet, if there was any trace of it. Nothing, lingering on the tip of the nose.
He tried hard to hide his gaffe, and calmly lowered his head to look at the things Qin Yao had painted. After looking at them for a long time, he found that he could not read a single word, and could only unconsciously stare at Qin Yao's white wrist holding the pen. Bewildered.
Qu Ziyu came to the study to look for Feng Boyu. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the two of them. There was a bang in his head, his expression changed several times, he hesitated for a while, and then slowly backed out.
Qin Yao stopped writing at this time and pointed out what was written on the paper to Feng Boyu: "Brother Feng, look, these are the several women who have died in Pingkangfang during this period. The first deceased was Xue Li'er, who was dug up Throat, the second deceased was Lin Yaoniang, whose eyes were gouged out, followed closely by Wen Niang, who hanged herself in prison, and the last one was the dancer Rouqing from Xiaochongshan, whose nose was cut off."
Feng Boyu followed the instructions and looked at the paper in Qin Yao's hand, and saw that she had listed the deceased people on the paper in order by name and death status, in an orderly manner and clear at a glance.
"Master and I have tried different methods on Xue Li'er, Lin Yaoniang and Rouqing respectively, and it has been confirmed that the deaths of the three of them were indeed not caused by evil spirits. Because of this, Master and I did not even think of examining Wen Niang's body at first."
Feng Boyu said with a sudden realization: "You became suspicious of the cause of Wen Niang's death because you heard me say that Wen Niang's body decomposed too quickly?"
Qin Yao nodded: "In the past few years, I have followed my master to catch monsters and eliminate evil spirits. I have seen many corpses of people killed by resentful spirits. They are different from the corpses of normal dead people. They are often extremely corrupted due to the evil spirits. Come on, that¡¯s why I thought of using the finger talisman to test Wen Niang after I heard you mention it.¡±
Feng Boyu pondered: "Could it be said that after Wen Niang was imprisoned in Dali Temple, an evil spirit sneaked into the prison and killed her, but deliberately made us mistakenly think that Wen Niang hanged herself?"
"I don't know." Qinyao thought and shook her head, "I just think the death of those women is too strange. It seems to be very similar to the legendary evil spirit's method of harming people, but I have not found any evil spirits in them. Evidence of trouble. It was finally discovered today that Wen Niang¡¯s corpse contained evil spirits, but she was the only one among the deceased who had all the facial features, so I am also a little confused. "
Feng Boyu's eyes lit up when he heard this. He stood up, walked around for two steps, looked at Qin Yao and said, "You reminded me. I remember when Niang Wenniang framed Wang Yikun, the set of testimony was so confusing and full of loopholes that it was easy to be dismissed. Yushitai saw through them one by one, and then she was imprisoned because the frame-up failed. Wen Yuan and I still felt strange at the time, why Wen Niang had been in the world for many years, but acted and spoke so stupidly. Now that I think about it, is it possible? Could she have done this intentionally?"
"Is that intentional?"
FengLooking at the jewelry, I couldn't help but let out a low exclamation, picked up the hairpin and looked at it carefully.
The store owner is no stranger to Qin Yao's behavior. Almost every woman who likes a certain kind of jewelry will show this look. He smiled proudly and said: "How about it? This hairpin is called Xun Mei in the Snow. According to the owner, It is inspired by the artistic conception in the poems of the poet Meng Da of this dynasty. The material is cold jade from the East China Sea. This kind of cold jade is extremely rare and precious. Over the years, my shop has only had a small piece the size of a palm. The owner thought that the bracelet would be too small. , it was a pity to make earrings, so I made a hairpin. It¡¯s a coincidence that you are here, this hairpin was only put up today. If you come to see it tomorrow, it must have been sold. "
As the shopkeeper expected, Qin Yao really fell in love with this hairpin and couldn't put it down when she held it in her hand. However, she didn't need to ask the price to know that such expensive accessories must be worth a lot of money, which was far beyond her affordability.
After rubbing it for a while, she put the hairpin back into the box as if cutting flesh, and said calmly: "Well, it's not bad, but it's not as good as those pair of raindrop earrings."
"As he spoke, he made a show of getting up and said, "Well, since those pair of earrings need blue crystal to make them, I will try to look for them. If I really find them, I will come to your store to make the earrings."
She obviously didn¡¯t buy anything, but she still talked about it for so long. Now she felt very shameful, so she prepared to rub oil on the soles of her feet and make a full retreat.
The shopkeeper still didn't give up and tried to stop Qinyao: "Please stay, I have another piece of jewelry that you haven't seen yet. Take a look at it, maybe it will suit your liking." After saying that, he turned around and walked up from the top of the pavilion. He took down a rosewood box from a shelf and carefully opened the lid.
Inside is a string of bright red coral necklaces. At first glance, it looks nothing special. But when you get closer, you realize that each coral bead has been carved into the shape of a magnolia flower. The carving is complicated and requires a lot of thought.
"This is custom-made by our shop for the regular customers of the store. Red corals of this color are rare. If you like it, we also have a string of ovules in the store. Although we can't make the same one, we can draw other ones. The look is customized for you.¡±
It¡¯s indeed not bad, but it¡¯s still not as good as the Plum Blossom in the Snow hairpin. Qinyao smiled half-heartedly, shook her head, and couldn¡¯t help but pick up the Plum Blossom in the Snow hairpin again and play with it in her palm.
The shopkeeper observed his words and smiled lowly: "I think you really like this hairpin. Don't blame me for not reminding you. There is only one piece of jewelry in our store. If you miss it, you will never have it again."
Qinyao almost wished she could recite a heart-clearing mantra to herself to drive away all the unwanted thoughts from her mind. Just when she was about to stand up and leave solemnly, Ahan, who had been silent beside her, suddenly said: "Hey, then Is he Prince Lan?"
Lin Xiao was wearing a soap-colored robe today, with a jade-colored silk ribbon tied around his waist. There was no crown on his head, only an ebony hairpin, and he was dressed neatly and elegantly.
Qin Yao was surprised. She stood up and said hello: "Your Majesty, why are you here?"
Lin Xiao approached, nodded to Ahan first, then looked at Qinyao and explained: "I happened to be working on a case in the West City. I heard from my subordinates that you were nearby, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect it was really you."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on the plum blossom hairpin in Qin Yao's hand, and she said softly: "Want to pick out jewelry?"
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