Besides the two of them, she will also ask the ghost messengers to "treat" Jiang Fuyi and Jiang Minghe well after they die.

Ye Xianya had already calculated that the father and son would die on their way to exile this winter.

Jiang Mingtao and Liu were terrified. They wanted to say something, but they couldn't utter a single word. They were quickly taken away by the ghost messengers.

“You two evil spirits have actually offended the most powerful cultivator in the world. Once you arrive in the underworld, after the judge has judged your crimes, my brothers and I will follow that girl's orders and send you to hell. Would you like to go to the Eight Great Hells or the Eight Cold Hells? I've obtained some good things today and am in a good mood, so I can let you choose.” One of the ghost messengers said with a smile.

He had just seen it; the wooden box the girl had given them contained a small flask of wine.

Don't underestimate this pot of wine. It's made with the four flowers of the underworld, some auxiliary medicinal herbs, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It can enhance their cultivation.

Not only does drinking a cup of wine make them feel like they're floating on air, but it also enhances their strength, so of course they like it.

This thing cannot be refined in their underworld because the underworld has no spiritual energy of heaven and earth, only boundless ghost energy.

"What? You won't choose? Then this immortal will choose for you!" The ghost messenger shook the wine bottle in his hand and said with a smile, "I will punish you by sending the first fifty years to the Eight Great Hells and the next fifty years to the Eight Cold Hells."

"Third brother, these two haven't entered the underworld yet, so they don't know what the Eight Great Hells or the Eight Cold Hells are!" another ghost messenger laughed.

"Look at me, I forgot to tell them. No wonder these two refused to choose. The Eight Great Hells use all kinds of instruments of torture to punish living beings: burning, chopping, boiling, iron hooks, tongue-pulling, gutting, etc. There are many kinds of tortures. You are already ghosts now. No matter how severe the torture, you will not die. You will only suffer greatly. There is no need to worry."

"As for the Eight Cold Hells, water freezes instantly once you enter. The cold air will freeze your souls and bodies to pieces in an instant, but it won't kill you. At most, you'll just faint. A gentle breeze will revive you. If you can't withstand it, you'll be frozen and cracked tens of thousands of times a day. If you can withstand it, you'll be cracked a few hundred times.

"But these eight cold hells torment the souls year after year, day and night, truly leaving them with no way to ascend to heaven or descend to earth, unable to live or die, their cries and screams shaking the heavens and the earth..."

Before the ghost messenger could finish speaking, he discovered that Jiang Mingtao and Liu's souls were already teetering on the brink of extinction.

He had no choice but to step in and stabilize their souls.

When the ghost messenger looked at the two souls, he was even more disgusted: "You are so frightened just by listening to them. It is clear that you are indeed vicious and evil people. If you evil ghosts really enter the Eight Cold Hells, you will probably be torn apart tens of thousands of times a day."

After the ghost finished speaking, he chuckled.

...

As October arrives, the weather gets colder and colder. Beijing is located in the north, and it snows in early winter.

Ye Xianya no longer sets up a stall.

Firstly, it's getting cold, so there aren't as many people going to fortune tellers as before. Secondly... she has to leave some room for the other fortune tellers to make a living.

In the past few days, whenever she goes to set up her stall, everyone crowds around her, surrounding her completely, leaving other fortune tellers with no business.

Ye Xianya moved her fortune-telling place to Taoyuanju.

Taoyuanju opened in early October and business is pretty good, although it's far from being as good as the neighboring Zuixianlou. But Ye Xianya and the others aren't in a hurry, since it's only just opened and they'll take it slow.

Moreover, the winemaking recipe that Ye Xianya gave them could only be used after the peach blossoms bloomed the following spring.

They're using ordinary wine now, nothing special compared to other restaurants.

However, because the food tastes excellent and the prices are reasonable, and because Qi Jiu is there, the business is quite good.

After the results of the autumn imperial examinations were announced, Ye Xianwen and his family also went to the capital.

Apart from the two elderly people in the family and Ye Qingze and his two brothers who need to study, everyone else works at Taoyuanju.

On the morning of the eighth day of the tenth month, Ye Xianya followed Ye Miaoyun and the others to Taoyuan Residence.

"Miss, there are already people queuing up at the door waiting to have their fortunes told. Are fifty numbers being issued today as well?" Shen Furong asked in a low voice.

"Mm." Ye Xianya nodded.

Fifty people a day is about right. It takes a little over an hour to calculate if you're fast, and two hours if you're slow.

If some people ask for amulets or protective charms, then it takes even longer.

Ye Xianya's fortune telling costs ten coins per person, which is very cheap.

If you're asking for something else, that's a different story, and it won't be cheap.

Because anything she makes is guaranteed to work.

The first person to come to Ye Xianya for fortune telling today was an elegantly dressed old woman.

The old woman looked extremely anxious; it was clear that something serious had happened.

"Immortal Master, please help me calculate whether my grandson Qingyue is safe and when he will return," the old woman said urgently.

She had inquired beforehand and learned that although this Master Ye was very young, he was very capable.

When seeking fortune telling from Master Ye, there's no need to say too much; just state your purpose directly.

Two months ago, she received a letter from her son, who lived in southern Xinjiang, saying that her grandson, Qingyue, would be returning to Beijing on the sixth day of the eighth lunar month and would stay in the capital to spend the Spring Festival with her this year.

From then on, she counted down the days, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye. Even though the Southern Frontier is far from the capital, her grandson should have arrived by now.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xianya carefully examined the old woman's face and used divination to calculate the result. However, the result was somewhat ambiguous. Although she could confirm that the old woman's grandson was still alive, there was no indication of when he would return.

This also means that he is in danger and will never come back.

They might not have many days left to live.

Ye Xianya didn't hide anything and directly told her the result of the divination.

Upon hearing this, the old woman felt as if the sky were about to fall, and she swayed precariously.

“We…we, the He family, were ordered to guard the southern border of the dynasty. Many of us died. I have five sons, four of whom died in battle. I have three grandsons, and this is the only one left. If he is gone, our He family line will end.”

The old woman wiped away her tears and said, "Immortal Master, I've heard that you are very powerful, even able to help people find children who have been separated for many years. I wonder if you can tell me where my grandson Qingyue is now? If my grandson can be saved, this old woman will definitely reward you handsomely."

After the old woman finished speaking, she quickly took a stack of silver notes from the steward and placed them on the table in front of Ye Xianya.

"Your He family is full of loyal and virtuous people who guard the southern border for the dynasty and protect the millions of people there. You have done a lot of good deeds. Heaven will not let your He family line die out. Judging from my face, you will soon have another grandson." Ye Xianya pushed the silver note back and said softly after carefully calculating.