The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Playing God and Playing Ghosts Day [-] Young Master Jiang: "This kind of bad move, is it a great fusion of Eastern and Western cultures?"

Jiang Yiming has encountered similar damage in his previous life——

At that time, the little emperor hadn't secured his position yet, and there was a sickly eldest son who was eyeing him.

I don't know if it came from the imperial hospital or where the news came out, saying that the eldest son will die before he is twenty years old.

Later, the position of the eldest son's crown prince was not guaranteed, and it was passed on to the later young emperor. I don't know if it is related to this rumor.

When Jiang Yiming was invited by the little emperor among the people, he happened to meet the eldest prince.

That person's face is dignified, but his bones are too light, the two are in conflict, and his bones can't suppress his aura of nobility, which is what is often said, "soul is more important than life", and he will not live long.

He just glanced at it occasionally, and didn't pay attention to it at first, until later, he learned that he was invited because there were more than seventy people in the Tai Hospital, all of whom had gray complexions, as if a plague had been ravaged, Almost no one was spared, causing panic.

In connection with the previous rumors, he found portraits and personal belongings of more than 70 people in the Imperial Hospital in the palace of the eldest son.

After these things were tied up correspondingly, they were bundled up high and hung in a room that was dark and airtight all year round.

Pieces of broken copper mirrors were tied to the beams of that room, which was weird and unusual.

Leaving aside the things placed inside and the decorations, just look at the feng shui of the house, where the wind gathers energy, leans against the imperial city, and is located at the head of the dragon. It is worthy of being the palace of the eldest prince.

However, what is striking is that in this room, there is only a complete bronze mirror hanging upside down at the place where the most energy gathers.

Behind the bronze mirror, there is a Taoist painting with a yellow talisman and purple sand.

Jiang Yiming opened the blackout curtains in the room to let the light in.

At that moment, dozens of sun beams lit up in the whole room, refracted by the broken copper above the head, and aimed at the complete copper mirror in unison.

The scene in front of me is the "one hundred qi gathers together, and the dragon raises its head" in Feng Shui, which means that the aura gathered in one place is so precious that it can make the dragon raise its head and chase after it.

If it were placed in a purely natural landscape, it would be difficult to find a place even after traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers, but this one in front of me is man-made.

As we all know, people's personal items have aura, whether it is a haircut, a brocade bag or jade pendant, etc., if they have been with people for a long time, they will be stained with the aura of the person.

——This is why in the ancient law, no matter what kind of witchcraft, it is necessary to take a piece of fingernail or a piece of hair.

The room of the eldest prince is the source of spiritual energy supply by more than [-] people from the ether hospital. Using the bronze mirror, they set up a feng shui bureau of "all qi gathers together, and the dragon raises its head". They also used their spiritual energy to nourish their dilapidated fate that should have died young.

After the farce ended that year, Jiang Yiming was honored by the little emperor as the national teacher of the dynasty. He didn't need to salute when he saw the royal family, and he was almost a status below one person and above ten thousand people.

But now, the scene in front of him is so similar to his previous life.

——except that the things in this cloth bag are tossed like four different shapes, which have seven parts of the shadow of Eastern Taoism and three parts of Western religion.

"If you want to find out whether these things are related to your father and uncle, why don't you just tell me their birthdays and calculate whether they should have such a fate in this life." Jiang Yiming knew that the young former man in front of him Royal descendants have a hard time accepting this fact.

Meng Ayutaya pursed his lips when he heard the words, and reported the birthdays of his father and uncle to Jiang Yiming.

Jiang Yiming pinched his fingers and calculated silently in his heart, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked up at Meng Ayutthaya with a contemptuous and mocking sarcasm in his eyes: "According to the two birthdays you gave me, I'm afraid your father He and Uncle Wang are either thieves or vagabonds."

Han Xiujie froze for a moment, not daring to translate Jiang Yiming's words.

Meng Ayutthaya looked at Han Xiujie suspiciously and urged him.

Han Xiujie looked at Jiang Yiming, his throat seemed to be choked.

Jiang Yiming looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, and said lightly: "Turn it over, you are not allowed to change a single word."

Meng Ayutthaya also urged another sentence.

Han Xiujie's head got dizzy from being urged, so he turned over boldly.

Sure enough, Meng Ayutthaya's complexion changed dramatically.

Han Xiujie hurriedly wanted to say a few more sentences to explain, but he didn't expect that he heard the nervous and incoherent explanation from the other party.

After listening hard, he sorted out the core meaning before translating it for Jiang Yiming—after all, he thought, Jiang Yiming didn't seem willing to listen to those nonsense.

"He said, he just wanted to test it out to see if you, Mr. Jiang, can really calculate a person's life trajectory based on the horoscope of a person's birthday. He emphasized that he didn't mean to be disrespectful, but what you said just now really challenged him since he was a child. He is hesitant about what he has learned since he was an adult.”

Jiang Yiming opened the corner of his mouth, but did not respond.

Mon Ayutthaya's reaction was not beyond his expectations. No matter how nicely he yelled and how respectful he was, he would not easily believe that his deceased father and elder, whom he had always respected and admired, were being questioned.

"This is the real birth date—" Han Xiujie translated.

Jiang Yiming raised his eyes and saw Ayutthaya lowering his head obediently, not even daring to look him in the face.

He tugged at the corner of his mouth, half closed his eyes, and counted silently in his heart.

"When your father was 33 years old, a serious illness consumed countless wealth in the family, and the family property was greatly damaged. After saving a life, he broke into the investment field by himself, made repeated investments and turned a stone into gold. In just five years, he was Earn back the wealth that was wasted back then, and even turned over the family fortune."

Mon Ayutthaya nodded again and again.Everyone knows his father's mastery of turning stones into gold, but no one knows how much that sum means to their family--now Jiang Yiming has said it accurately, which makes Meng Ayutthaya He looked at Jiang Yiming even more differently.

"From recovering from a serious illness to ten years later, this period is the most prosperous time for your family. But at your father's birthday banquet ten years later, your father suddenly became unwell and began to close the door and never see anyone again. I'm afraid Even your son will find it difficult to see your father again in the days to come, right?"

Meng Ayutthaya was stunned, and nodded slightly: "You know this!" He can guarantee that the only thing that may appear in the newspaper is that his father will no longer meet with any media and claim to be ill.

"I know too much." Jiang Yiming sneered, turned his gaze to him, and continued, "And right after that, your father and king appeared strange, began to eat raw meat, afraid of water, and everything went back to the legend. The Piba ghost approached, and was finally noticed by the royal family, and the whole clan was exiled here to build a new village."

"In the original fate, your father would have lived to be 67 years old, but now he passed away at 59 years old. The eight years of missing life cannot be caused without external factors."

Meng Ayutthaya suddenly opened his eyes wide, 67 years old? !

"Then... what is that factor?"

"There are many variables, why don't you come to see your Uncle Wang again." Jiang Yiming shook his head slightly, looked at him thoughtfully, and said, "Your Uncle Wang's horoscope is really worth pondering."

"He was born rich and noble, but he should not have lived to be 20 years old, but he unexpectedly lived to be 55 years old... Who did he borrow from for the extra 35 years of life?"

Meng Ayutthaya was taken aback when he heard the words, and then his eyes widened unexpectedly——

He did remember that when he was a child, he saw Uncle Wang who was thin, weak and sick, and he always carried medicine jars with him. Occasionally, someone in the clan would talk about Uncle Wang, but they only said a few words. Ignore... But once those people saw him passing by, they immediately fell silent.

According to Jiang Yiming's words, Uncle Wang can live for so long, is it because he has 35 extra years of life?This seems like a fantasy.

But Jiang Yiming clearly stated the details of their family that have never been made public, it cannot be a coincidence.

Mon Ayutthaya stood aside, his expression becoming dazed.

"You said before that the old people in the clan are all dead, and they are not in those photos. Do you know the birthdays of these old people?" Jiang Yiming asked again.

"I have to check the genealogy to find out." Mon Ayutthaya said.

"Then please." Jiang Yiming raised his chin slightly and looked at him.

The genealogy is placed in this Yin Temple, and is respectfully placed in the shrine in front of the statue of the god.

Meng Ayutaya dug out the birth dates of those tribesmen and handed them over to Jiang Yiming.

Jiang Yiming calculated one by one that the life expectancy in these people's lives did not match the actual death life expectancy, and the sum of the short life span of these people, plus the eight years of King Ayutthaya's father, was exactly right. 35 years.

Jiang Yiming didn't need to say it out loud, Meng Ayutthaya was also calculating silently in his mind, and when he came up with the number 35, cold sweat broke out inexplicably behind his back.

35 years, no more, no less, how could it be a coincidence?

"First, after your father recovered from a serious illness, he seemed to have changed into a different person, from a rookie who didn't know anything about investment, to a golden master who made repeated investments and profits, and then ten years later, when he suddenly became seriously ill, he never saw you again behind closed doors. People, at the same time, the Piba ghost appeared and claimed his life, bringing curse-like misfortune to all of you, does this sound too dramatic?" Jiang Yiming asked him.

"...I understand what you mean. Do you think that my father made a deal with the devil? But this is really..."

Han Xiujie was a little numb because the amount of information was too subverting the world view, so he translated it mechanically.

Jiang Yiming interrupted the other party and said: "It's actually very easy to confirm, but if you violate your fate, you will be branded on your body, like a rash, crawling up from your head and neck to your cheeks, if you still have any impression..."

Jiang Yiming didn't finish the rest of the sentence, because the other party's pale face had already answered him well.

He looked at Mon Ayutthaya clearly: "It seems that you already have the answer in your heart."

"Why did he..." Meng Ayutaya couldn't believe it and was painfully guilty. He didn't even know how to face the dozen or so tribesmen outside the Yin Temple.

Jiang Yiming was silent for a while, then said lightly, "Maybe it's for the pride and honor of being a royal family."

He noticed the gaze cast by the other party, "Your father, Monk Ayutaya's sudden illness will, in a few years without accident, make your nobles completely down, it may be because your father can't just stand by and watch!" Yes. At least your team can’t be defeated by him.”

"But what happened after he did this? After ten years of glory, we were completely kicked out of the royal family and lived in the shadows. So what if we fell down? At least then there is still a chance to make a comeback... How could he?!"

Jiang Yiming looked at him silently, he could vaguely understand the crazy extreme of Monk Ayutthaya's desperate bet:

These people were kicked out of the royal family, but the royal family did not dare to make a public statement because of the real reason behind it—then in the eyes of all outsiders, this clan is still a high-ranking royal family, a family of golden masters who left legends, At least the superficial glory and scenery are there.

Perhaps in the depths of Monk Ayutthaya's heart, his persistent pride and glory are just superficial efforts.

Jiang Yiming thought to himself, what a lunatic.

But there are never many crazy people in the world.

"As for your Uncle Wang, Ayutthaya of Mengqing... nourishing his soul with his soul, I think this bad idea is only meaningful to your Uncle Wang." Jiang Yiming said, "But let's stop here, this kind of bad move , First, it’s a fake, so it’s a great fusion of Eastern and Western cultures? Second, it has to delay the merits of the next few lives, it’s really a fool.”

Han Xiujie choked when he heard the words. He has thoroughly learned Teacher Jiang's ability to speak unforgivingly through the experience of accompanying interpreter today. It is really difficult for him to be an interpreter.

He cleared his throat, and was about to convey the message in a tactful manner, but he heard Jiang Yiming suddenly said: "Translate it to me word by word, and don't change it."''

Startled, Han Xiujie nodded and translated honestly.

He felt that Jiang Yiming was like a roundworm in his stomach. How could this person know the thought that just came to his mind?

Meng Ayutaya heard the words, and had no objection to Jiang Yiming's behavior of destroying the cloth bag.

Jiang Yiming made a fire formula, and wrapped the white fire in his palm around the cloth bag. The 24 photos were curled up in the white fire, and the bones and metal made a crackling sound.

The temperature of the white fire seemed to be icy cold, and Meng Ayutaya only felt a cool air, without the heat of the fire.

At this moment, a strange man's voice suddenly sounded out of thin air, with anger and resentment that could be distinguished even if he could not understand the language, several photos in Jiang Yiming's palm were blown up by a gloomy wind and scattered all over the ground.

Han Xiujie was so frightened that he stood there in a daze, and Meng Ayutaya also looked dazed and didn't react.

"Han Xiujie, translate." Jiang Yiming patted Han Xiujie on the forehead, patted Han Xiujie back to his senses, and ordered in a cold voice.

Han Xiujie came to his senses and said dryly——

"Become a fool? Oh, how can you healthy people understand!"

"You are obviously the proud son of heaven, but you have to be unwilling to die when you have not fulfilled your ambitions. You live in panic and anxiety all day long. Maybe tomorrow will be the last day. How can you people understand this kind of feeling? It's just sarcastic remarks! "

Jiang Yiming paused, which made him think of the little emperor and the eldest prince in his previous life, who also questioned him unwillingly.

History is really a circle, and you can see similar shadows wherever you go, no matter ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign.