Chapter 136, The scourge on the cover of the scriptures
"Girl, the paper is here." Qingyue opened the curtain and came in from the door, holding a large roll of paper in her hand. This kind of rough paper doesn't look very good, but it is the best for making paper figures.
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"The manager didn't say anything?" Yu Xijiao said without raising her head.
"The person in charge didn't say anything. He only said that there wasn't much left. If the girl wants more, she has to go outside to buy it first." Qingyue said with a smile.
"Where's the ribbon?" Yu Xijiao put down the pen in her hand.
"I also brought a few ribbons over. Just like before, the steward didn't have much to say." Qingyue said. The steward's attitude was very good and she didn't embarrass herself because her girl asked her to ask for another one.
"Girl, I thought the steward would scold me, but I didn't expect the steward's attitude to be so good." Qingyue said and took out another Buddhist scripture from her sleeve.
"I heard that the girl also copied some Buddhist words on it. The old woman in charge also gave a copy to the slave, saying that the lady had specially asked for it before. It was for making amulets. After making it, she sent it to a famous temple and put it in the
After worshiping in front of the Buddha for a period of time, it will be effective when you bring it back."
Yu Xijiao stretched out her hand to take it and looked at it. It was a very ordinary Buddhist scripture, the kind that encouraged people to do good things, but she couldn't see much.
Most of the amulets in Beijing are requested by oneself, but some are made by oneself and then sent to the Buddha to worship for a period of time. The latter will make people feel more sincere and the Buddha will protect them more.
There is also a kind of ritual that is specially performed to worship. This kind is more solemn and often makes people feel that it also has the intention of warding off evil spirits.
"Who did Madam make amulets for before?" Yu Xijiao asked casually.
"It was said to be for the Madam of the Qian Mansion. I didn't ask about the specific slaves." Qingyue said with a smile. That was what she asked at that time. The mother-in-law didn't hide it. She just told her after asking her.
Yu Xijiao's long eyelashes fluttered twice, and her eyes fell on the Buddhist scripture in front of her again. It looked like a very ordinary Buddhist scripture, and she reached out and touched the cover.
"Qingyue, you go bury some scraps of paper and rags tonight. It should be almost done today." Yu Xijiao ordered and accepted the Buddhist scriptures.
Qingyue responded and went to Nanny Xu to help.
The three masters and servants were considered skilled workers. By nightfall, they were almost done. After dinner, after Yu Xijiao had perfected the paper figurines, she mixed the excess paper and ribbons together and asked Qingyue to wrap them.
Get up and bury it to the place where it was buried yesterday. Generally, paper like this is not thrown away directly if it looks like a ghost drawing.
It's better to bury it and let it rot.
In Yaoshui Pavilion, all the other maids and mothers-in-law have gone to sleep. Only the lights in the main room are flickering. Qingyue comes out of the room in the middle, and the shadows are long under the lights.
After closing the door of the main room, Qingyue held a small package in her hand, which was made up of some cut waste paper and some different ribbons.
He moved to a tree in the backyard. He was buried here yesterday, and he was still buried here today. Yu Xijiao had been very careful about this, and specifically asked Qingyue to come and bury it at night, just to avoid any accidents.
Qingyue was also very careful. After burying all the papers, she came back. After closing the door, there was a sound in the main room, as if she was tidying up, and then Qingyue washed Yu Xijiao.
Aunt Xu came in from the outside, looked out the window, and lowered her voice and said, "Girl, it's Yan'er."
"Who?" The wet wipe in Qingyue's hand fell into the basin.
"It's Yan'er." Nanny Xu looked at Qingyue and said in a deep voice.
"How... is this possible?" Qingyue was so shocked that she could hardly speak. She opened her mouth. This was so unexpected. She could have guessed Nian Chun or Nian Xia, but she definitely did not guess Yan'er, the rough guy.
Huan, "Yan'er is so pitiful...why would she stare at this slave? Is it a coincidence?"
"After you went out, this girl came out of the room, went to the back, and then secretly came back. She came back, and you came back too, one after the other, not much time passed." Mother Xu said.
"Girl...girl?" Qingyue looked at Yu Xijiao longingly.
The corner of Yu Xijiao's lips curled up, "Is there any trace of anyone moving where it was buried yesterday?"
"No, I looked at it specially. I was very careful when I buried it yesterday, and I paid more attention today." Qingyue quickly shook her head. When she went to bury it today, she carefully checked it for a long time before burying it.
Yu Xijiao sat down at the table, reached out and took the Buddhist scriptures placed aside, and shined them into the light.
"Qingyue, why do you trust this maid Yan'er so much?"
"My servant feels...she is pitiful. Her biological mother is such a person and she usually cares about her work. There is no way it could be her." Qingyue bit her lower lip lightly.
She really didn't believe that Yan'er would be the one who kept a close eye on her and buried the scraps of paper with ulterior motives, but today the girl asked Aunt Xu to stare at her early in the room next to her to see what she had done yesterday.
Is the black shadow you are talking about true?
Yan'er was very pitiful, but Aunt Xu couldn't be wrong. Cold sweat broke out on Qingyue's back, wondering if she was dazzled yesterday and gave the girl a false alarm.
"Poor people may not have hateful people? If the world could be so easily divided into black and white, how could there be so much right and wrong?" Yu Xijiao raised her eyebrows and suddenly stopped her hand.
"Mother Xu, give me a pair of scissors."
Nanny Xu turned back to the inner room, found a pair of small scissors in the sewing bag she had just packed up, took it out and handed it to Yu Xijiao, and said uneasily: "Girl..."
Yu Xijiao shook her hand, reached out to take the small scissors, and cut the corners of the cover of the Buddhist scriptures, and then also cut another corner.
Putting down the scissors, he reached out and fumbled around on the cover a few times, and suddenly he pulled out a piece of cloth.
The fabric is folded and stuffed into the seams of the cover, and the seams are also glued. If you don't cut the cover, it's impossible to find a small piece of fabric inside.
The cloth was spread out under the lamp. There were dark spots on it that looked like blood stains, and the rest were some weird writings. It was shocking and made people feel chills in their vests.
Qingyue's voice was trembling, and her feet were weak: "Gu... girl, what is this...?"
Yu Xijiao took a deep breath. Following her thoughts last night, she had been thinking that if this matter was really what she thought, it must be more than just that. There should be some necessary triggers, or
Strong identification conditions.
Just a few buried papers and ribbons, even if there were more, were not enough to prove that I was practicing witchcraft.
Therefore, this is the most powerful evidence.
Taking a deep breath, a hint of coldness flashed through his eyes under the light. Qian was so cruel that he not only wanted his own life, but also the lives of everyone around him!
"Girl?" Nanny Xu's voice was also trembling.
Yu Xijiao picked up the small scissors and cut off the two outer corners of the back cover, revealing a bloody piece of cloth inside.
The spots on this are real bloodstains.
The art of witchcraft! This is what Yu Xijiao suddenly woke up to last night.
No matter which family is involved in witchcraft, the best way is to arrest the person first, then keep the secret secret and execute everyone who might reveal the secret.
What is left behind is absolutely impossible to tell, and it is not directly contaminated by the magic of witchcraft.
"This is going to put everyone here...to death." Yu Xijiao said calmly.
"Girl... is... that one?" Nanny Xu had already guessed something. After hearing what Yu Xijiao said, although her expression changed drastically, she still managed to make a hint.
"Yes, this is a scripture that is said to be an evil curse on people." Yu Xijiao said word by word. She raised her eyes and looked at Qingyue who was trembling and speechless, and Nanny Xu who was holding on.
, "If this matter is found to have something to do with us, there will be no way for us to survive."
"Master Hou...Master Hou is the girl's biological father." Aunt Xu exclaimed. Although she knew something was wrong, she didn't expect it to be so big.
"So what? Even if it's not for him, for the sake of the other children, he has to get rid of me as the culprit. Not only does he have to get rid of me, but he also has to get rid of me quietly so that no one can find out, and get rid of everyone involved with us.
, so that no one will find out that this matter has something to do with the Xuanping Hou Mansion."
Yu Xijiao sneered.
"The eldest princess...the eldest princess will protect you." Aunt Xu said tremblingly.
Yu Xijiao shook her head: "Father will not let others know about this kind of thing. If he knew, you and I would have been dead long ago. Even if grandma still cares about me, what can she do?"
The art of witchcraft is popular among the common people, but in fact, it is even more frightening to the royal family. The best way is to bury everything and prevent others from discovering that this matter has anything to do with their family.
Otherwise, the whole family may be dragged along and buried with him.
"Girl, madam...how dare you do this?" Nanny Xu finally came to her senses and gritted her teeth and said bitterly, "She is not afraid that she will be involved."
"She must have other plans. This matter has nothing to do with her. She may even have made her father feel wronged because of this matter." Yu Xijiao said softly, reaching out to light the cloth, lighting it and throwing it on the ground.
, watching the cloth burn to ashes in the firelight, this kind of thing is a curse if it is left behind, and it cannot be left behind under any circumstances.
Everything disappeared in the firelight. The faces of the three masters and servants flickered in and out of the firelight, but no one spoke.
Finally everything was burned, Qingyue had already reacted and took a broom to sweep away the ashes.
"Girl, what should we do now?" Qingyue put down the broom and asked with a choked voice. At this time, she would not say whether she had seen it wrong.
It was a little bit close. Let alone seeing Yan'er at this time, even if she saw Nanny Xu secretly following her, she would report the truth to the girl.
Qingyue's face turned as pale as snow when she thought that she had almost harmed the girl because of her negligence. There was no room for any negligence in the girl's affairs.
"Qingyue, send the other paper and ribbons back tomorrow and tell the person in charge that we have finished making them and will not make them again in the future. We no longer need this kind of paper and ribbons."