"The person who tied the bell must be untied! First of all, we must understand who the ghost in the basin is? What kind of resentment does it have?"

"If it can untie its heart knot, the Yin-gathering pot will likely turn back into the treasure pot, and your disaster may be eliminated, and you will enjoy wealth and honor forever from now on." I said.

"Master Zhang, then tell me quickly, how to crack it?" Fatty Zhao said anxiously.

I walked around the copper basin for a few times, but I didn't find any written records on it, and I had no way of knowing who its original owner was.

"I have it!" After walking around the copper basin for a few more times, I suddenly thought of a solution.

Fatty Zhao was startled and immediately became happy: "Has Master Zhang thought of something?"

I was too lazy to explain to him, and said directly: "I'll make a list now and you can buy them all right away."

As he said that, I asked him to find paper and pen and list dozens of items.

Fatty Zhao looked at it in confusion: "Master Zhang, why are they all silk brocades and other things? Generally, aren't black dog blood prepared for the destruction of ghosts and evil spirits? "

"Who said I want to use these things to destroy ghosts and exorcises?" I asked back.

"That's it?" Fatty Zhao became even more confused when he heard this.

"I am just a Yinwu merchant, not a Taoist priest. Yinwu merchants emphasize saving Yin spirits and getting Yin objects. In this way, both parties will be happy! Unless they encounter stubborn Yin spirits, they will not use tough methods. You don't want to be retaliated by Yin spirits in the future, right?" I explained.

"That's it, that's it." Fatty Zhao said repeatedly, and then he had some doubts: "Master Zhang, can you really be safe in the future?"

"Although these ghosts have been saved, they still gather in the world. They must have long wishes. As long as we help them fulfill their wishes, they will naturally not come to bother you again. In short, it is better than fighting and killing to leave the root of disaster. I cannot know the origin of the ghost in the pot for the time being, and I have accumulated any resentment. I ask you to prepare these things just to test their identity during their lifetime."

"Just use these things? Master Zhang, I still don't understand." Fatty Zhao's face was full of confusion.

I reached out and pointed to the hall: "Did you see those ghosts? Who do you think they were all there before they were alive?"

"Rich people." Fatty Zhao responded.

"Yes, they were rich people and slave maids in ancient times." I nodded and said, "From their clothes, they should be dressed by Han people in the early Ming Dynasty, but the treasure pot was obviously something from the Qin and Han Dynasties. Even in the early Ming Dynasty, this kind of artifact was definitely not something that ordinary people could own, so its owner must be a rich and rich man."

"After you buy all the things I have selected, burn them to see how they are used? We can roughly calculate where they are from, and then narrow the scope and find out who the Yin Spirit in the basin is."

"Master Zhang is really easy to plot!" Fatty Zhao's face was full of compliments.

"I'm just saving people, there's no way to make up for it." I squinted his eyes and said coldly.

Although I don’t want to watch Fatty Zhao die in a bad life, he is really annoying, and he can think of the word “calculation” in everything.

If I hadn't violated the rules of the shady businessman, I really wouldn't want to save him.

I immediately told him again, turned around and left.

Fatty Zhao was stunned for a moment and followed him immediately - he had seen the many ghosts in the room, so he naturally didn't dare to live here again.

Three days later, Fatty Zhao burned all the sacrifices as I taught him, and then invited me over with fear and fear.

But this time, he refused to go into the villa no matter what he said: "Master Zhang, when I remembered that I had lived with these ghosts for more than three years, my scalp became numb and my soles became weak. Anyway, I couldn't help much when I went in, so I'm going to bother you."

He was right. Anyway, he would not have any effect when he followed me in. It might be a burden. I didn't force it and walked in alone.

There are almost twenty rooms in the villa, and each room is filled with ghosts.

After I opened the sky eye, I walked around the villa.

These ghosts divide the room into several levels according to their master, servant, man and woman, and their status.

The most spacious and luxurious master bedroom lived the wrinkled old lady, the two sunny side bedrooms lived the two young female protagonists, the old man who looked like a housekeeper lived in the small backlit bedroom, and the other servants were all in one room, and the distribution was in an orderly manner.

Only the study room and the Buddhist temple near the top floor are empty.

I walked through the rooms everywhere and observed carefully.

As expected, the burned offerings were received by them, and according to the value of the items, they were stored in various houses.

After I turned around, I had a rough idea in my heart!

This family of ghosts must have been extremely rich during their lifetime, because they gave all the silk brocade to the servants, and the three masters did not keep any of them. The other ornaments I specially selected should have been extremely noble during the Ming Dynasty, and those masters did not keep them. Only the old housekeeper chose a slightly better one and put them aside.

What's going on?

Could it be that this ghost was rich enough to rival a country during his lifetime, and the owner of such things had long been disliked?

At this moment, I suddenly saw the old lady holding something with both hands, and she was fascinated by the sight, even the extremely cute Persian cat next to her kept acting coquettishly.

I looked closer and saw that she was holding a stone the size of a fist tightly in her hand.

I don't have any small stones in the items I left on the list? What is this?

I walked two more steps before I could see clearly that it was a burnt poster, curled up into a ball. At first glance, it looked no different from a small stone. It might have fallen into it accidentally when burning the offering.

But why did the old lady have a special liking for this thing? Could it be that she mistakenly regarded this thing as a rain flower stone?

Yuhua Stone is a specialty of Nanjing. It was the place where the capital was established in the early Ming Dynasty. It was also said that wealthy families like them moved to Nanjing.
Chapter completed!