Crazy Detective

"Renchen, Guichou, Bingxu, Xinmao..." Master Zhang read.

Master Zhang frowned at the birthday on the talisman. Those people who came to him in the past only showed him their lunar birthdays, and then he would calculate the eight characters of a horoscope for them.

But this young man showed him the eight characters of a horoscope directly, which somewhat surprised him.

What Zhao Yu gave the master was exactly what he had found in the shroud of the dead girl. In fact, he was not here to know what was going to happen to him in the future. He was there to find out if the master knew of the yellow talisman or not.

If the master could recognize who wrote the eight characters of the horoscope, the case would become clear for him in a moment.

Therefore, this was one of the reasons why Zhao Yu insisted on meeting the master today.

"Well..." After reading the eight characters, the master looked up and asked, "Gentleman, are you asking for someone else's horoscope? May I know if it's your parents or your children?"

Zhao Yu hastily bowed and said, "Unbelievable! This is a friend of mine. My friend is not well, so let me bring this to you. My friend also let me bring the red envelope."

"Oh... I see..." Master Zhang said.

The master twisted his eyebrows, closed his eyes, and thought for a moment. He then said, "Well, I'll calculate for your friend..."

With that, he put the yellow talisman in the center of the eight-immortal table and put an oil lamp on each side of the table. Next, he picked up a string of black-purple beads and began repeating chants.

It didn't take long for him to do that. After a while, he sat in front of Zhao Yu and pointed to the talisman. "Gentleman, your friend is a Gold Fate. Xin Mao is going to fly, and he is against Tiannan. His Gold belongs to the Sword Gold," he said.

The master pinched his fingers and continued. "Your friend will become rich, very rich. And your friend should be the kind of person who is very aggressive at work. Am I right?"

Zhao Yu frowned. He didn't know who the so-called friend was. How did he know whether the master was right or not?

However, Zhao Yu immediately exclaimed, "Yes. That's right. Amazing! You are really a living immortal. That's unbelievable."

Unexpectedly, the master's face suddenly sunk. He waved his hand and said, "Young man, although your friend is blessed with wealth..."

Zhao Yu nodded in a hurry. "So, what do you think? I'm here to ask for help. Please point out the solution to my friend's confusion."

The master twisted his eyebrows again. His drooping eyebrows were long enough to be braided. He looked grave. After a while, he said, "Geng is Yang, Xin is Yin, so your friend's horoscope is Yin Gold, if she is a woman. Maybe she won't have much time left now. But if he is a man, then..."

"Then?" Zhao Yu asked in a hurry.

Master Zhang said, "He should have done something harmful to others. This is called the loss of Yin and Yang. After a long time, what he did to others will make him ill and he will not able to live any longer."

Zhao Yu pretended to be worried and said, "Master, please teach me a way to help him."

Master Zhang pinched his fingers and said, "The Sword Gold is the most against breaking gold. Tell your friend that he should try not to touch things made of gold, such as gold rings and gold necklaces. Also, jade can balance Yin and Yang, so it's best for him to wear more jade accessories in the future."

"Oh, is it that simple?" Zhao Yu asked.

"Of course." The master nodded slightly, then said, "This can help him in some ways. But if he wants to completely get rid of the punishment of his loss of Yin and Yang, he'd better come here and let me talk with him."

"Because, if you want to change a person's life, the eight characters of a horoscope are not enough. I need to read his face, hands, and body," he said.

"I see. I'll bring him with me next time, and let you help him with his trouble," Zhao Yu said. "Thank you so much."

With that, Zhao Yu handed over the red envelope he had prepared in advance. It had 200 yuan in it.

The master took the red envelope and shook his head, then said, "Many people think what I do is superstition. But they are wrong. People don't know that everything in the universe is made up of particles. The mystery of particle interaction can't be explained well, even in the scientific world.

"What we try to interpret is actually an attempt to grasp the activity and rules of these particles to help people out, which is also immeasurable in merit."

"Don't compare yourself with a scientist! The theory of the activities of particles is not something you can ever understand," Zhao Yu thought.

Zhao Yu didn't believe this master, but he made himself look like a pious believer and said, "Master, I totally agree with you. Our world is blessed because of you."

Zhao Yu pointed to the yellow talisman on the table. "Before I came to you, I asked another guy to help my friend. He wrote the eight characters. He asked my friend to eat ashes for half a month. My friend was so stupid that he really did it. However, he didn't get better at all."

The master hastily said, "Eating ashes is just superstition. How can you believe that?"

"Well, master." Zhao Yu pointed to the yellow talisman and said, "When I tried to find the guy again, he disappeared. You know everything. Can you tell me about this kind of yellow paper and cinnabar he uses?"

The master took the yellow paper and looked at it carefully, then said, "It's really cinnabar. These days, even Taoist priests have changed to watercolor paints. Few people use cinnabar. But this font looks familiar. I've seen it somewhere before."

"Ah?" Zhao Yu suddenly became excited. "Master, please think about it carefully. If you can help me find the a**hole who wrote this, I would be so grateful."

"Well..." The master shook his head and said, "You can give me your number. I probably saw it many years ago. I don't think I can remember in such a short time."

"OK, good." Zhao Yu took out a picture and said, "This paper is still useful for me. I have to take it back, but I have a photo of it here. If you can remember where you saw it, please give me a call."

After that, Zhao Yu wrote his phone number on the back of the picture.

However, as Zhao Yu was writing, he broke into a cold sweat. The sweat even ran into his eyes.

"It's sweltering today..." Zhao Yu whispered.

As he said this, he untied the collar of his shirt, which was soaked in sweat.

"Well..." At that time, Master Zhang looked at Zhao Yu and was thinking about something. "Sir, your friend's reading is finished. Next, it's time to talk about you," he said.

"Oh?" As soon as Zhao Yu heard this, he hurriedly raised his head. At that moment, he looked so pale.

"In fact, as soon as you came in, I could already see it." Master Zhang frowned and said with great regret, "Your problem is much worse than that of your friend."