Sanqing was the first to enter the Buddhist hall, but the resentment did not expand at all, and it was still as ethereal as he felt when he was outside the house. ◇↓頂◇↓◇↓◇↓,

"Did you find it?" At this time, Soul Haoxuan also walked into the Buddha hall, and looked at the Buddha statues and gods everywhere in the Buddha hall with playful eyes, and then squinted his eyes and asked Sanqingdao.

Sanqing shook his head and continued to observe every corner of the Buddha Hall, but still found nothing.

"Lend me your hand!" Sanqing said suddenly.

"Huh?" Soul Haoxuan didn't react for a while, Sanqing had already grabbed his hand, with a wicked smile on his face, and then pulled his hand directly to his mouth. By the time Soul Haoxuan reacted, it was too late to break free.

Sanqing bit on Soul Haoxuan's index finger, which was not clear or heavy, just broke the skin, oozing a few drops of blood, and then he wiped off these few drops of blood with his left index finger, and thanked Soul Haoxuan.

"You, you're really good at calculating!" Soul Haoxuan froze in place, looking dissatisfied.

"No way, look at my hand, I've bitten it many times, and the wound hasn't healed yet!" Sanqing pretended to be pitiful.

"!" Soul Haoxuan couldn't laugh or cry, turned his head away, and no longer paid attention to Sanqing.

Sanqing also ignored Soul Haoxuan, raised his left hand to the position of his eyebrows, and then smeared the blood from his index finger on the eyelid of his left eye, and then, he closed the incantation and closed his right eye.

The moment Sanqing closed his right eye, his left eye was immediately covered with bloodshots, and his vision became blurred. He scanned the hall again, and finally, he finally saw a rickety figure behind a statue of Maitreya Buddha.

"It's you!" Sanqing said proudly. Then he slowly walked towards the statue.

The figure hiding behind the Buddha statue quickly spotted Sanqing walking towards him, he slowly raised his head, his facial features were slightly deformed on his bloodless face, and a wound on his head that was three inches long had scabbed. He glanced at Sanqing, and there was fear in his eyes.

"Are you, Ma Ping'an?" Seeing that person, Sanqing immediately remembered the description in the story of Shicai Tian Chu, and naturally thought of this name.

The man didn't speak, but he strained his head!

"Why are you here?" asked Sanqing in surprise.

Ma Ping'an glanced at Sanqing again, then pointed to his mouth and shook his head.

"Oh, you can't talk?" Sanqing suddenly realized, then walked in front of Ma Ping'an, and gently put his blood-stained left index finger on his head.

Ma Ping'an didn't dodge and was at the mercy of Sanqing, and after a while, his body began to glow and regain his speech function.

"Thank you, thank you!" After Sanqing withdrew his left hand, Ma Ping'an immediately turned over and knelt on the ground, thanking him with a mouthful of thanks.

"Is it really you? followed all the way from Inner Mongolia to here, are you tired?" Soul Haoxuan, who was standing by the door, finally saw Ma Ping'an, and then said coldly.

"The master doesn't know, I didn't come by myself, I was thrown here!" After listening to Soul Haoxuan's words, Ma Ping'an quickly understood the meaning, and then quickly explained.

"Ma, Ma Ping'an!" Tian Chu, who was standing not far away and quietly observing the movement of the Buddhist hall, also saw the person kneeling in front of Sanqing, but he couldn't see it clearly, but he vaguely felt that there was a child like Ma Ping'an, he was taken aback, and thought about whether to go up and take a look. He hesitated for a long time, and finally walked boldly to the Buddha hall. When he got closer, he saw the pale face, still so familiar. He didn't care about being afraid, and walked up directly and called his name.

"Tian Chu!" Ma Ping'an, who was kneeling on the ground, looked up and saw Tian Chu looking very excited, he wanted to get up, but found that he couldn't move, so he had to give up.

"I don't have time for you to catch up now!" Soul Haoxuan stopped Tian Chu and shook his head at him.

"Hmm!" Tian Chu stopped, nodded, and then stood at the door of the Buddha hall, quietly looking at Ma Ping'an, waiting for the following.

"You were thrown here?" After the interlude, Sanqing turned his head, looked at Ma Ping'an and asked softly.

"Hmm!" the horse turned his head safely.

"Let's start after you die in the tomb!" Sanqing thought for a moment and said peacefully to Tsushima.

"Okay!" Ma Ping'an happened to be full of resentment and had nowhere to vent, and suddenly someone took the initiative to listen, and he agreed without hesitation.

"Here's the thing, I didn't know I was dead at the time, I knew that when I felt the person in the tomb in front of me calling me, my body was completely out of control, and I flew directly outside the tomb, and then the guy came out of the painting. He came up to me and asked if I was still alive, and I thought that I was going to die, so I lied that I didn't, so that Tian Chu might still be able to escape. Then I started begging him desperately not to kill me, and he smiled, I was already dead, and then he shot me in the back. I closed my eyes, but I didn't feel any pain at all, and I believed I was really dead!"

Ma Ping'an paused for a moment, and no one bothered him, so he continued: "Later, I was trapped in that tomb, wandering in it every day, unable to escape or die, but I still have feelings, isn't this deliberately manipulating me? Originally, I thought that I would have to go on like this forever, but someone knocked on the tomb door again and broke in. A young man in his twenties, with a ten-year-old girl, the girl was still dressed in ancient costume, and she called the young man a young master. At that time, I thought it was just one more pair of people who were sent to death, and maybe there would be two more people to accompany me. But I didn't expect that they would be safe and sound, and they were extremely familiar with the geography of this tomb, so they went directly to the tomb. Then he took away the painting that hung on the wall, and the man in the words did not react. It's as if he's really just a painting. The young man turned to leave, but the girl found me hiding in the corner and alerted the young man. The young man came back and looked at me, then said pitiful, and then, as you have just done, stretched out his hand to my forehead, and I was immediately plunged into darkness. When I saw it again, it was here. Ma Ping'an briefly encountered himself.

After listening to Ma Ping'an's words, Sanqing lowered his head and thought carefully, who were the young man and the girl? Did he deliberately take the painting or stumbled upon the tomb, why did he leave Ma Ping'an here? Did he deliberately wait for himself to come to Yangzhou and find him. Sanqing thought about it like this, and suddenly felt that he wanted to be arranged, and it was not alone, but countless people who hid in the dark and were inseparable from friends and foes, and together they paved a way for him.

"Do a ritual for Ma Ping'an, and then build an empty tomb for him, and he will be able to die!" Sanqing no longer thought about those questions, he turned around and walked out of the Buddhist hall, and then turned back to Tian Chudao, and at the same time, Ma Ping'an in the Buddhist hall also disappeared.

"Thank you, brother, I hope I can find a good home for Ma Ping'an, and after you leave Yangzhou, I will move to his grave and guard until the day I die!" Tian Chu pleaded.

"Okay! you owe him, and it's rare that you have a heart!" Sanqing agreed to Tian Chu's request, and then continued to walk forward.

"It seems that there is another team of people on this chessboard!" Soul Haoxuan kept up with Sanqing's footsteps and said softly.

"Well, I don't know how many people are still here, it's a real headache!" Sanqing shook his head and replied.

"Anyway, a trip to Inner Mongolia is inevitable!" said Soul Haoxuan.

Sanqing looked at the sky and fell into deep thought.