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"Please kneel in front of the statue!" Ziyang Zhenren said calmly to Fan Chen.

Fan Chen shook his head vigorously, trying to cheer himself up, looked at Ziyang Zhenren, nodded at him slightly, and knelt down towards the cloth cushion under the idol.

"Please also stand on both sides of the wooden box!" Ziyang Zhenren said to Chang Yi and Feng Yueli kindly, and he slowly retreated to the side.

Feng Yueli and Chang Yi stood on both sides of the box engraved with good deeds, Fan Chen knelt on the cloth mat, slowly closed her eyes and prayed, she felt that even if she said that it didn't matter if she remembered the past, but when she really had the opportunity to deliberately know the past, she was still eager to know everything about herself.

Feng Yueli touched his waist, took out the silver belt on his body, and looked at Chang Yi, the two of them met their eyes, tacitly.

Ten taels, one hundred taels, two hundred taels, five hundred taels, one thousand taels......

Ziyang Zhenren pretended to be full of indifference, but in his heart he was silently counting how much money they threw in, and his eyes squinted at the two of them from time to time.

Almost, almost. Ziyang Zhenren said silently in his heart, stretched out his right index finger and middle finger, and pointed towards the Jide box, and the box immediately lit up.

Although Chang Yi and Feng Yueli kept throwing money, they were also cautious and closely staring at Ziyang Zhenren at all times, taking all his every move into their eyes, including casting some small spells to brighten the box, which was also expected by them, because they knew that the so-called giving money to God was a trick to deceive the world.

However, what they want to know most is how this Ziyang can get rid of their sea of suffering for the world, no matter how high an ordinary cultivator's cultivation is, what he has done is only a small trick, and it is okay to deceive the world, but if he can really confuse the truth with the false, and even the three of them immortals can't see the truth or falsehood, then his Taoism should be very high.

"Layman, God has heard your prayers, and Poor Dao is now casting a spell for you to retrieve your past memories. Ziyang said calmly and calmly to Fanchen.

Fan Chen really felt a little nervous when he heard him say this, put his palms together, nodded reverently, and looked at the statue in front of him intently, but he didn't dare to look at her eyes again.

Ziyang saw Fan Chen nodding in response, then took a step and walked in front of Fan Chen, stretched out the palm of his right hand, Fan Chen's eyes lit up, and he saw that there was a red stone the size of a small dish in Ziyang Zhenren's palm and slowly stretched out to his head.

Could it be that this old Taoist priest used this piece of jade to change the appearance and fortune of mortals?

Ziyang touched Fanchen's head with the palm of his right hand, calmly waiting for the moment when the strange treasure in his palm brought a miracle as usual.

Chang Yi and Feng Yueli also quietly stepped forward, and looked at Fan Chen and Ziyang intently.

What the hell is it that Ziyang was anxious to meditate inside, and when he saw that the gem in his palm was not working as usual, he was a little panicked.

Suddenly, the red stone emitted a powerful red light, penetrating Ziyang's palm, and when Ziyang saw that the gem finally glowed, his worried heart sank.

In an instant, the entire hall was shining with red light, and everyone stood in the shining red light, as if they were in a sea of fire, and it was extremely hot.

This... This... Why is this? How could this be, in the past, it was just a red light in his palm, but how could it be like this today? Ziyang was so frightened by this sudden light that he wanted to retract his palm, and suddenly he felt the red stone in his palm and the head of Fan Chen's head sucking tightly, and he couldn't shrink it back. His eyes widened in fright, and his facial features were so frightened that they were twisted into a quick start.

Chang Yi and Feng Yueli felt the divine power of this red light, stretched their necks and stared at the purple sun, their eyes wide and eager to see what would happen next.

Suddenly, the red light was like lightning in the hall, and in an instant, the hall was dark and calm.

When everyone thought it was nothing, a warm current instantly flowed through the mortal body, she suddenly felt hot and dry, and the whole body instantly felt like being in a furnace, suddenly, her head seemed to be torn apart, she gasped and knelt on the ground, her chest suddenly seemed to be pierced by ten thousand arrows, as if her whole body was about to explode, her mouth let out a broken scream, her lips were pale, and big drops of sweat oozed from her forehead.

"Xiao Fan!" Feng Yueli shouted in surprise and threw herself beside Fan Chen.

"Little junior sister!" Chang Yi quickly ran to Fan Chen's side.

"It's... This... Why? Why?" Ziyang muttered in a panic, the palm that had been sucked could be withdrawn in an instant, and he slowly raised his right hand, his eyes looking at the ruby in his palm in fear.

"Ah......" Fanchen knelt on the ground, her hands pounded the ground hard, she felt unprecedented pain, her whole body was about to be torn apart, her head was blank, her hands were instantly weak, she gradually lost her instincts, and collapsed to the ground.

"Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan!" Feng Yueli knelt on the ground as if she was crazy, and the moment she reached out and touched Fan Chen's body, her hands were immediately burned.

At this moment, the mortal dust is like a scorching furnace, making it impossible for people to get close.

"Little junior sister!" Chang Yi stretched out his hand to touch her, but he was also burned, Feng Yueli's eyes were instantly full of anger, and he got up and grabbed Ziyang's collar, not screwing him to pieces.

He yelled at Ziyang in anger, "What did you do to her?"

Ziyang was lifted high by Feng Yueli, his feet no longer touched the ground, and he hurriedly explained: "Poor Dao... Poor Dao didn't do anything... Layman, calm down, calm down!"

The underworld priest was also frightened, and when he saw Feng Yueli grabbing his master, he immediately stepped forward to stop him: "Layman, layman, please calm down, let go of my master!"

"Senior brother... Brother... I'm so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, I'm so painful!" Fan Chen made a faint sound, and the pain tortured her to the point that she had collapsed, begging Feng Yueli and Chang Yi bitterly, not wanting to be tortured for a second.

Feng Yueli shook his hand and threw Ziyang to the ground, his eyes burst with anger, and he shouted hysterically: "Get out!

"Master, Master" The little black Taoist priest immediately helped Ziyang up.

"Layman, don't worry, don't worry, let the poor Dao take a look at this female layman!" Ziyang hurriedly said to Feng Yueli, and wanted to step forward to diagnose and treat Fan Chen, Feng Yueli was even more popular now, and he was about to fan the two Taoist priests out, Chang Yi immediately stopped.

"Senior brother, Ziyang Zhenren, you don't care, get out quickly, we have our own way!" Chang Yi was also very anxious and angry, but it was important to be blind and save people, and he still had to be rational.

When Ziyang heard this, he had no choice but to hurriedly nod his head and agree, beckoning to the little black Taoist, and the two of them ran towards the temple gate in a hurry, opening the temple door in a panic and leaving.

"Xiao Fan, you'll be fine, we'll cast a spell for you now!" Feng Yueli quickly squatted down and whispered to her in Fan Chen's ear.

Chang Yi's hands straightened his index finger and the middle finger and the four fingertips touched, a little dazzling white light emanated from his fingertips, he cast a spell with luck all over his body, his hands were straightened, his four fingers pointed at Fan Chen, and two white lights quickly stabbed at Fan Chen.

How could this be, he couldn't dissolve the heat on his body for him, Chang Yi frowned, no matter how he cast a spell, he couldn't remove the heat on his body for Fan Chen.