In the first year of the First Emperor's reign, Xianyang Palace was haunted.
The Confucian doctor said: It is a curse from the witch of Chu and must be killed.
The magician of the Yin Yang family said: The dragon's veins are uneasy, so we need to set up a gathering Yin altar to offer sacrifices.
Jing Zhao, a sorcerer from the Chu region whose country had perished, had a black crow squatting on his shoulder that specialized in eating evil spirits, and was thrown into the center of this whirlpool.
In the court hall, the doctors asked him to test ghosts in public. Jing Zhao cut his palm open and pulled out a strand of life-stealing ghost silk from the beam.
The crow on the shoulder turned into a black shadow and pounced out, swallowing it in one gulp.
The whole morning was dead silent.
The First Emperor lowered his eyes: "The sacrificial vessels in the Ancestral Temple have been changed. Go and check."
Zhao Gao smiled and sent a roll of names: "Master Jing, these are the prostitutes around Xianyang who need to be investigated. Oh, by the way, several of them are requested by the doctors of the Yin and Yang family to be granted the title of official priest."
Jing Zhao turned over the first page, which read: Yunmengze·Shangui Temple.
That is Chu land. That's his hometown.
"Okay," Jing Zhao closed the book, "Then we'll start from my house, one by one."
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A hundred schools of thought contend? One of my crows can eat half of the Yin Yang family.
Great Qin Dragon Qi? That's my crow's food reserve.
I, Jing Zhao, am an orphan of Chu Wu.
On the order of the First Emperor, he was responsible for investigating the evil deeds in the world.
