A master of metaphysics is farming.

Chapter 137 Brain-Teasing Matters

When father and son meet, no amount of heartache and bitterness can compare to seeing each other.

Xiang He pulled up a chair and sat down. He Sui'an handed her a fruit. "I didn't expect it to be Patriarch Qi who came to see me in person. Did he gather Yin energy?"

"Sort of. After all, he was the one who was wronged the most. Others were implicated, so naturally they also harbored resentment. The other ones were ghostly thoughts. The greater the resentment, the stronger the yin energy that gathers."

The rainy night gathered even more yin energy from the surrounding area, greatly increasing Qi Sui's yin energy.

"You know quite a lot now."

He Sui'an smiled and said, "I also learned about the matter of Yin and Yang from you. I have read several books on the subject, and they are quite different."

"Nothing recorded can compare to the awe-inspiring experience of seeing it for yourself."

"Too."

After the father and son poured out their grief, they fell silent, waiting for Qi Sui to explain what had happened back then.

Qi Sui bowed slightly, "Thank you for your mercy, Daoist Master."

Xiang He waved his hand, "Don't be shy. Tell me what clues we can follow up on. We still need their help to clear your name."

He glanced at He Suian and Shen Zhuoci, and noticed that Shen Zhuoci's jade crown was extraordinary. He bowed again and asked, "May I ask who this distinguished guest is?"

“Father, doesn’t he look familiar? He’s the heir of the Marquis of Changping’s mansion.”

Qi Sui suddenly realized, "So he's Brother Shen's son. Back then, the young master was still a child, but now he's all grown up..."

Shen Zhuoci stood up and faced him, "Uncle Qi, we only know the general outline of what happened back then. Please tell us more about the twists and turns."

"Alas," Qi Sui sighed helplessly, "The accounts back then were already problematic. Just as I was about to investigate, I was falsely accused of involvement. Your Highness, you can check the Ministry of Works now; it's all corrupt."

Having lived in Beijing as a wronged spirit for many years, he must have uncovered many secrets.

Xiang He looked at He Suian, who nodded. "Yes, the Liangcheng matter has been transferred to the Dali Temple. Whether it will receive attention depends on the young master."

Seeing his gentle expression, Shen Zhuoci smiled and said, "I didn't expect Brother He to be so prepared. When those two officials were handed over to the Court of Judicial Review, I heard that a student was assisting the prefect. I didn't expect it to be you."

"It's just a coincidence."

Their eyes met, each conveying a different emotion.

Xiang He, who was sitting between the two, casually placed the fruit pit on the table and said, "Uncle Qi, are there any suspicious individuals? Just send them to do the work."

"The Taoist priest is really straightforward..."

Shen Zhuoci smiled indifferently: "Uncle Qi, just say who you think is suspicious, or perhaps you, as a ghost, have secretly investigated them?"

"Besides the Ministry of Works, there is also Jiang Duo, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, who can buy and sell official positions with a single stroke of his pen."

Unexpectedly, the incident is so large, involving many officials, which may hinder their investigation.

However, given Shen Zhuoci's status and He Suian's methods, it shouldn't be too difficult.

"Alright, now that you know what to do, aren't you leaving?"

Caught off guard by the sudden order to leave, Shen Zhuoci forced a smile and said helplessly, "Miss, you're showing no mercy at all. I'd like to chat with Brother He a little longer."

"Then you talk."

Xiang He stood up with the large umbrella and walked a few steps to the clusters of yin energy. "Those from the Qi family who want to stay can stay. Those who want to leave can come with me."

Seeing that she was about to go up the mountain, He Sui'an gently called out, "Let the Mirror Flower and Water Moon accompany you."

"Alright, I'll stay here with the Four Ghosts."

The ghost and his companions watched Xiang He leave, followed by a group of sinister creatures, a rather impressive sight.

As he considered her words, Shen Zhuoci looked at He Suian with suspicion, "Four ghosts? Are there other ghosts here?"

“There are four ghosts here; Uncle Qi should be able to see them.”

Qi Sui, who was drifting around, nodded slightly. "Those are ghosts that obey the Taoist priest, right? They look like guards."

At this moment, Shen Zhuoci couldn't help but wonder about Xiang He's supernatural abilities. He looked around but couldn't find her.

"Young lady, you are truly remarkable. You mentioned the Imperial Preceptor earlier. Could it be that you wish to test your supernatural abilities against him? I can certainly introduce you to him."

With a flicker of his eyes, He Sui'an lowered his gaze and lightly tapped his knees. "Your Highness may ask her."

"Hmm?" Shen Zhuoci smiled, his eyes gleaming with an unreadable light. "I thought Brother He could make the decision for the young lady, after all, you two seem to be in perfect sync."

"Understanding doesn't mean you can make decisions. Your Highness, let's ask about the current situation first."

Seeing that he didn't want to continue the topic, Shen Zhuoci tactfully changed the subject, "Uncle Qi, what about the discoveries in recent years?"

"Of course it would be great, but we'll have to trouble you two."

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A cool night breeze caressed my face, and the mountain scenery was perfect, with layer upon layer of peaks on one side and a bustling street scene on the other.

Dressed in white, he stood atop the mountain, overlooking the beautiful scenery of the street.

"This is much better than what you see on TV..."

Their soft murmurs went unheard; like reflections in a mirror or the moon in the water, they held hands and gazed at the night, expressing their hopes and dreams.

Xiang He sighed helplessly, then turned to look at the group of ghosts that had taken human form behind him.

"Are you willing to leave?"

The swarming group of ghosts nodded, and one of the figures stepped forward; it was an old man. "Thank you for your trouble, Taoist priest."

"Just by the way."

She took a step back, picked up the stone from the ground, and placed it back down. She tucked the large umbrella between her elbows and slowly clasped her hands together, chanting, "The sky is clear and the earth is bright, yin and yang are clear and turbid, wealth flows to all corners of the world, and blessings cover the garden..."

The incantation was uttered, and black mist gradually swirled around the stones on the ground. Xiang He snapped his fingers together, "Xiang He, the thirteenth generation successor of Shanqing Temple, invites the ghost messengers to appear, open the prison gates, and receive the souls of the dead."

The stones on the ground trembled, and finally a crack appeared. The black mist, vast and powerful, gradually rose up like a large gate before our eyes.

A gust of wind blew out, the sound of chains rang out, and shadowy figures drew ever closer.

A ghost messenger walked slowly forward, nodded to Xiang He, and said, "Life and death are preordained, yin and yang have been separated, we have come here to obey the decree."

"There are quite a few wandering spirits. I would be grateful if you, sir, could make a trip to the mortal realm."

"It's your job."

Watching them put the chains on one by one, Jinghua Shuiyue hid behind Xiang He, watching curiously, "Miss, will the ghost messengers lock us up too?"

"I only accept wandering spirits. You two are minor demons, so I have to give the order before I can take you away."

"So that's how it is..."

Countless ghosts filed into the prison gates under the dark night sky.

After all the spirits had entered, the ghost messenger nodded to Xiang He again, then turned and closed the prison gate, disappearing from sight.

The wind ceased, and the soul vanished.

Jinghua Shuiyue stayed by Xianghe's side, gazing at the beautiful scenery below the mountain with her. Although they couldn't hear the laughter of the passing people, they could tell how happy they were just by looking at the smiles on their faces.

"Young lady, when can we show up and go for a stroll?"

Jinghua tugged at Shuiyue's sleeve, "We are demons, we cannot appear in front of people."

Shuiyue pouted in dissatisfaction, "But that little rabbit can also..."

With a complaining tone, Xiang He smiled at the two demons, "Could you two change into some ordinary clothes?"

Such a question surprised Shuiyue. She picked up the hem of her skirt and twirled around. Her pink dress quietly transformed into ordinary clothes, and even the hair ornaments on her head disappeared, leaving only her dark hair simply tied up.

"how?"

“Very good,” Xiang He said, taking a step down the mountain. “Tomorrow, come with me to the Zhenjun Temple. You will benefit from listening to the Dharma.”

The two demons' eyes lit up with surprise, and they called out in sweet voices, "Thank you, young lady!"