Scholar Feng Yu lost his father since childhood, and his family was poor. His mother saved money for him to study, and his life was very difficult. Feng Yu also strived for his luck. He studied hard every day, and was already recruited at an young age. If he could be on the list this time, he would be an official and an official, and his ancestors would be honored.

The place was still thousands of miles away from the capital. On the way to the hotel, he needed silver taels to stay in a hotel and take a boat. How could he have enough money?

After crying for a long time, Feng Yu wiped away his tears and moved forward again. Even if he was begging all the way, he had to go to the capital to participate in the big exam. He must not live up to his mother's earnest expectations of him.

A few hours later, Feng Yu came to a county town and felt hungry, so he came to a bun shop. He planned to buy a few buns to fill his stomach before he rushed. At that time, he saw that an old beggar in ragged clothes was being beaten by several guys in front of the bun shop. Feng Yu hurried forward to stop it.

Feng Yu couldn't bear it, so he paid the money for the old beggar, and he had no money on his body, so he sighed, and just wanted to leave, but was stopped by the old beggar, "Thank you for opening the purse for your help, thank you very much, little old man I have no other skills, only the art of good and easy deduction, the things of the world, five hundred years before, and five hundred years later, I see that the young master's forehead is blue, there should be a big calamity, I am afraid of being harmed by evil spirits."

After hearing this, Feng Yu doubted the letter, "Since the old man has such ability, how could he be so down?"

"I was also a rather famous fortune teller before, but because I leaked too many secrets, I didn't have any wealth in my life, so I could only beg to survive." The old beggar sighed and said, "Since Young Master is kind to me, I can't just sit back and watch Young Master die."

After the old beggar finished speaking, he took out a dirty piece of gossipy waist jade from his arms, which was stained with oil. He handed it to Feng Yu and said, "This is the body-protecting spiritual jade handed down from my ancestors. It can repel demons and ward off evil spirits.

Feng Yu took the jade and hurriedly thanked the old beggar. The old beggar borrowed a pen and paper from Feng Yu and wrote something on the paper. He folded it and handed it to Feng Yu, saying, "Young Master is a good person.

Feng Yu was confused and didn't know what the old beggar was selling. He took it and put it in his arms to thank him. The old beggar waved his hand and said goodbye and went away.

Feng Yu said goodbye to the old beggar and went out of the city. He walked for three or four hours. Seeing that it was getting late, he wanted to find a place to rest.

Feng Yu thanked him and left, walking south as the person said, but after walking for about half an hour, he found that something was wrong. The winding path led to seclusion, and the more he walked, the more remote he became. There were messy graves on both sides, and the sky was already dark, making it even more dark and terrifying.

Feng Yu was so scared that he ran away until he was sweating profusely. He stopped to rest and looked behind him. It was pitch black and he could see anything.

Feng Yu was so scared that his scalp went numb. At this time, he saw the man hook his hand to Feng Yu. Feng Yu unconsciously walked towards the man and came to the man.

Feng Yu shook his head and regained consciousness. Afterward, he was terrified and fled in a panic. He ran a few steps, only to hear a shrill scream from behind him, which scared Feng Yu to death and ran away.

When he woke up, it was the second day. Feng Yu found himself lying on the bed with a person sitting next to him. After talking, he learned that he was a villager here.

The man asked Feng Yu why he had fainted in that desolate cemetery, and Feng Yu explained in detail what had happened the night before. The man said, "Thanks to your great fortune and your greatgreat life, you can survive.

Feng Yu thought to himself that the old beggar had given him a protective spirit jade, otherwise he would have died now. Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered the piece of paper that the old beggar had given him. He took it out of his arms, opened it, and immediately admired the old beggar.

It turned out that the old beggar had already counted what Feng Yu had experienced, and stated the true face of the evil spirit and the method of subjugation on the paper.

The evil spirit was a Rakshasa bird. It was the resentment of the dead people buried in the place of gathering yin, and it was good at changing, but it could charm people and gods, and it liked to eat people's eyes.

Feng Yu told the villager the true face of the demon and wanted to help get rid of the demon. The villagers were very happy. "This demon killed many people and made the villagers panic. If the Young Master can get rid of that demon, I will wait for the villagers to be grateful."

Feng Yu asked the villager to gather hands, take a shovel and tools, and come to the place where the Rakshasa bird met yesterday, but saw a corpse on the ground from a distance. Feng Yu looked closer and saw that it was the person who showed him the way yesterday, and saw that his eyes had been pecked by the Rakshasa bird, very cautious.

"Luo San? He died here like this?" A villager said.

After listening, the villager said, "There is no earth temple here. Luo San is a gambler. I heard that he lost a lot of money yesterday, so he must have deliberately tricked you and let you go this way.

Feng Yu knew that the footsteps and screams he heard yesterday were from Luo San.

At this time, the day was already approaching, and Feng Yu hurriedly asked people to dig in the vicinity. After a while, a dry bone was dug up.

Without the black gas, it was only now that everyone could see that there was a dagger inserted into the dry bone, and there was also a waist jade on the waist. The name of the jade owner was written on the waist jade, "Qu Xianglan".

"Isn't this... the daughter of Qu Yuan?" A villager said.

"Yeah, I heard that he disappeared more than ten years ago, so he died here, but I don't know who killed him!"

After Qu Yuanwai came, he looked at his daughter's remains and cried, vowing to arrest the murderer and avenge his daughter. Qu Yuanwai's son was an important minister in the dynasty and held a high position. Local government officials naturally attached great importance to it.

It turned out that Qu Xianglan's husband had taken a fancy to a little maid in the mansion that day and wanted to marry her, but Qu Xianglan did not agree. Due to the power of Qu Xianglan's family, he had to give up, but the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally he became murderous. When he returned to his mother's house, he killed her on the way, buried her in a mass grave, and lied to the outside world that his wife was missing. However, he did not expect that after Qu Xianglan was killed, his resentment would be difficult to calm, and his resentment would turn into evil for a long time, causing countless harm.

Qu Yuanwai felt very guilty about the victim. Although this matter was not done by his daughter, it was related to her daughter after all.

After Feng Yu went to Beijing for the exam, he topped the high school rankings on the day he was ranked, and with the support of his son from outside the Qu family, he rose to the top. He entered the dynasty as an official in less than five years. Because of his poor background, he was well aware of the suffering of the people and often pleaded for the people, which was deeply loved by the people.