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The believer holding the torch aloft muttered, "Protector of the Dharma, protector of the Dharma, protector of the Dharma......

A shout from one after another stopped when the old man in the iron mask raised his hand on the stage.

"I am the protector of the Dharma, and I have seen the suffering of the world, and I want to help the world free itself from suffering. As is customary, this year is a triennial festival where there will be two lucky people who will be given the second half of his life and his life change. ”

Bai Cheng'an, who called the old guy, shouted on the stage, causing the surrounding atmosphere to become weird.

This large open space shaded by the old trees around it, the torches held high at this time, fluttering, seemed to be much brighter than before.

Su Sanyuan subconsciously looked up, only to find that the people around her were all staring at the old man on the stage with their eyes shining, and they were staring at the old man on the stage excitedly, as if those old men asked them to jump the mountain immediately, and they would also feel that it was a gift.

The believers raised in three years are really terrible.

Su Sanyuan felt that there was an eerie aura all around, and instinctively leaned towards Bai Cheng'an's side, and the hand hanging by his side grabbed the hem of Bai Cheng'an's clothes, and his heart calmed down a little.

"Bring the sticker."

The old fellow said aloud.

A few people wearing black cloaks and strange masks were waiting next to the platform, handing over the stickers that had been prepared long ago.

On the stage, at this time, several more men in black carried a shabby table in front of the old man. The old man then put the holder on the table.

Everyone in the audience held their breath. They have realized that the Dharma Protector is about to start doing it.

I only heard the sound of the table being slammed, and then the old man raised his legs, like a play on the stage, shaking his body exaggeratedly from side to side, dancing a strange dance. With his strange steps, the sticks on the table buzzed, and each one gurgled in the holder.

Su Sanyuan came to Bai Chengan's side, "What's going on with the sticks in the holders?"

When the words fell, Su Sanyuan felt a chill down her spine, as if she had been hit by something bad.

She tightened Bai Cheng'an's cuffs, and was almost carried by a force and leaned into Bai Cheng'an's half of his arms. I don't know what is behind her, she really wants to look back, but she is held in her arms by Bai Cheng'an, letting her nest in the whole warm embrace, and the cold breath has a faint medicinal fragrance.

My mind went blank.

When Su Sanyuan raised her head again, she heard a familiar voice, it was Bai Chengan's voice, answering the question she just asked, "Those signs in the lottery holder are passive, but I don't know much about the specific process." ”

"Oh."

Only then did Su Sanyuan leave from his arms, and looked back at the direction that had just brought her a chill. It's just that the place is pitch black, and there's no end in sight. It was only the unusual hearing that made her faintly hear, someone walking lightly across the lawn, and there seemed to be a fine sound of tulle frosted grass blades.

"Was there anything behind me just now?" Su Sanyuan couldn't help but ask after holding back for a long time.

There was silence in her answer.

Su Sanyuan simply stopped worrying about this matter. She looked up at the stage and saw an incredible scene. I saw the old man clasping his hands together and muttering, "...... The gods instructed, and if you need to change your life, your name will come out of the lottery. After he finished speaking, the stick, which had been gurgling, suddenly stopped moving, and then a stick, and suddenly flew out.

Flew out, flew out.

It was as if there was really a mysterious force behind the crowd, and the stick was in a semi-circular arc and landed in the old guy's outstretched palm.

"He Hongming, who has been teaching for three years and five days."

The old fellow's voice rang out again.

Envy, jealousy, loss, anticipation, eyes focused on the man who walked out.

The man was dressed in a green coat and a green hat, and he was dressed as a small servant from a large family.

He walked with a limp, and it seemed that his leg was still crippled.

He always stood under the stage, with his back to everyone, and his side face was trapped in a shadow, which was unpredictable.

The old guy walked up to him and looked at He Hongming very carefully. Then he nodded and said, "He Hongming, who was poor when he was a child, was abandoned by his parents, and was later adopted by a large family. Although the eldest young master crippled your leg, you don't have to be discouraged, you should have fame and fortune in your life, and I will help you make this wealth faster. ”

He Hongming bent his legs, knelt on the ground, and whimpered and cried.

Su Sanyuan frowned, and finally felt that this trick of the white-clothed sect to deceive people had no other highlights except for fancy.

I once guessed that the Dharma Protector would come out to fool people like this, but when I really encountered such a thing, I felt a sense of frustration in my heart, and I wanted to cry without tears.

After patiently looking at it for a while, I saw that the old guy took out a red rope and tied it to that person, wrapped it around a few times, saying that he would use the red rope to ward off evil spirits first, and then use a spell to change his life later.

Su Sanyuan couldn't stand it anymore, and looked in the direction of Bai Chengan, "Bai Chengan, can you walk now?"

"Yes." Bai Chengan looked at Su Sanyuan, "I'll go over and tell the people who registered over there, you are waiting for me here." ”

Su Sanyuan was taken by Bai Cheng'an to the open space and away from the open space where those people had gathered just now. After Bai Cheng'an left, only the cold candlelight of the carved lantern was accompanied.

Watching the believers holding torches high over there from afar, Su Sanyuan sat on the roots of the tree exposed outside the soil, and her heart was full of a sense of loss.

Suddenly, I heard a strange sound in my ears, like the sound of a branch being trampled off. Su Sanyuan got up keenly and took a few steps to the side. As far as the eye looked, there was indeed a black shadow, surrounded by a black scarf on his face, holding a silver dagger in his hand, shrouded in darkness. It's just a petite woman like Su Sanyuan.

They were a few paces apart.

The man asked coldly, "You are not from the White Cloth Sect, how did you get in?"

"I brought it from Bai Chengan." Su Sanyuan held the lantern tightly in his hand, took a deep breath, and replied slowly.

Sure enough, when the man heard that it was Bai Cheng'an who brought him, he was quiet for a moment and said loudly: "Lord Baitan, how could he bring you to such a place?"

Su Sanyuan pursed her lips and was silent, she saw a tall figure protecting her behind her.

"Do I need to tell you when I do things?" Bai Chengan said coldly.

"Lord of the White Altar. The subordinates didn't mean that. It's just that if you bring outsiders here, even if you are the White Altar Master, you still need to explain to the Sect Master and the Dharma Protector!" The female killer said.

"I see." Bai Chengan agreed and ignored the female killer, he reached out to hold Su Sanyuan's hand, looked at Su Sanyuan and asked, "It's that road again in a while, do you need me to carry you?"