Old lady He raised his wrinkled hand, stroked it on his face, and pulled the worm out of the broken skin.

When he saw that it was really a corpse maggot, the complexion on his face suddenly turned purple.

"No, no, maybe, how dare they lie to me? Is this Buddha of Suffering fake? Old lady He stared at the small coffin, and there was anger in her eyes.

"Burn this evil for me, burn it!" He let out a roar.

And I immediately blocked in front of the small coffin, the benevolent monk, although it is no longer controlled, but compared to him, Old Lady He They are really vicious.

"Evil? Are you talking about yourself? Beilin asked in a cold voice.

"Who are you? Isn't it a human being or a ghost? The old lady roared at the North Moon.

"This bitter Buddha could have been true, but if you use the blood of the Yin Maiden to feed it, it will increase his evil energy, so that he will be driven by resentment and become an evil corpse, and if you drink his blood, it will be the corpse qi that invades the body, and there is no cure." Ming Beilin looked at the small coffin and instructed the stone pavilion chief: "Exceed it for him and bury it next to the real temple, otherwise this resentment will not be eliminated." ”

"Bury next to the temple? Is that it? Pavilion Chief Shi also looked at the small coffin, and his expression was obviously a little worried, worried that the "evil" in this coffin would come out again.

"Let's erect another tombstone, and write the tomb of the Master of Compassion." I thought for a moment and said to Pavilion Chief Shi.

Pavilion Chief Shi nodded again and again after hearing this, and ordered his people to lift the coffin immediately.

Stygian took my hand and prepared to take me away.

"Wait, since you know so much, you must be a master, right?" Old Lady He looked at Beilin, and this time, his gaze softened.

"There's no cure for you." Stygian replied indifferently.

"How much silver, what do you offer?" Old Lady He didn't give up, looking at the Beilin, there was already a trace of pleading in his tone.

Ming Beilin didn't say anything, just lowered his eyes indifferently and looked at the grand plan: "Today, you did a good job, and you will be rewarded when you go back in a while." ”

Hongtu listened, his tongue pursed his lips, and he clapped his little hands happily.

"Wait, you can't go." The old lady stood in our way.

Fang just put on an old lady's shelf, but now he is already frightened, other people's lives are like mustard, but his own life is so precious?

"A vicious person like you, if you live and harm others and yourself, you don't have to suffer if you cut off earlier." Ming Beilin looked at Old Lady He, with a touch of coldness on the corner of his mouth.

"No, no, I'm also forced to do so, a few years ago, I was riddled with tuberculosis, vomiting blood every day, and I was introduced, so I bought the bitter Buddha and came back to worship, and it was also the person who told me that the bitter Buddha likes to eat people's hearts, so?" Mrs. He said, and looked at her son again: "What happened that night, it was an accident, after the girls had fun in the West Garden, they came to greet me, but Ziqing girl, without authorization, took those sisters and ran to the Buddhist hall to play, and found the wooden door?" ”

The old lady lowered her eyes when she said this.

"So the eerie and terrible secret room, did they walk into it by themselves?" I don't think what Mrs. He said can be trusted.

How dare a group of teenage girls enter such a gloomy little secret passage? No matter how you think about it, you were brought in.

"People are dead, and it's useless to say more now!" The old lady said and walked to Master He: "Son, it's really an accident, you beg this master for your father to let him save your father." ”

"Ziqing has just turned fifteen! She? Old Man He choked up: "Pavilion Chief, take it away, it's all up to you!" ”

"You? You're going to do the opposite! The old lady scolded angrily.

Master He closed his eyes slightly, but instead of paying attention to the old lady, he also opened his mouth and said to the pavilion chief that their He family, the high priest of the Priest and Spirit Division, had no friendship at all.

There were too many people who gave high priest Xiao gold and silver treasures, and their He family couldn't cling to them at all.

So, please Shi Tingchang, how to deal with it, how to deal with it, no need to be appeased!

"He Zhanbo, you are trying to kill your father and mutilate your siblings!" The old lady roared angrily at Master He.

"Kill your father? Are you worthy to be a father? How many maids have been recruited from outside the house, but I only saw the silver come out, and I didn't see the maids entering the house, presumably those people were also killed by their fathers, right? Master He looked at his father sadly.

"I'm for the whole He family! It's for you too! When the old lady arrived at this time, she didn't know what was wrong, and kept saying that it was for the He family.

Master He didn't want to listen any more, and as soon as he waved his hand, he motioned to the pavilion chief to drag people away.

The old lady was old, and the stone pavilion chief didn't want to be rough with him, but he relied on his old age and refused to leave anything.

In the end, he could only be shackled and forcibly pulled away.

"But, my lord, this bitter Buddha is sealed in a secret room, how did he go to the sacrificial temple to kill people?" The stone pavilion chief looked sideways at the North Lin.

"Those people who sacrifice spirits should have discovered the strangeness in this Buddha hall, so they became bait, as for the messy appearance in the temple of sacrifices, it should be deliberately arranged by this old man, and with a little torture, he can ask for the detailed process." While analyzing, Beilin pulled me and Hongtu to walk outside the Buddhist hall.

The death of those who sacrificed to the spirit, like the ladies of the He family, must have been eaten by the bitter Buddha, and the bitter Buddha killed people without using weapons, so the wooden doors that were cut down in the sacrificial courtyard must be just to disturb the sight.

When I left, I glanced at Master He again.

Master He leaned weakly against the wooden door of the Buddhist hall, his face was gray.

The fact that his respected father killed his own flesh and blood and still had no remorse made him unacceptable.

Shi Tingchang sent us all the way back to the inn, and wanted to set up a thank-you banquet for us at the inn, but was rejected by Ming Beilin.

Ming Beilin just instructed Shi Pavilion Chief to prepare two of the best horses and carriages, and we will leave the town early tomorrow morning.

"Yes, sir." Pavilion Chief Shi immediately agreed.

Ming Beilin waved his hand and signaled that the pavilion chief could go, and he asked the shopkeeper to bring a large pot of braised elbows to Hongtu upstairs according to the promise he had promised before.

Hongtu hugged his elbow and gnawed happily.

When Xuan Ling saw that we were back, he raised his hand and asked his uncle to hug us.

Mei'er jumped up next to me, and floated us up and down, and was a little relieved to see that we weren't hurt.

"Did the evil catch it?" Float to me and Mingbeilin, and pour a cup of tea each.

"It's not an evil spirit, it's just a hard-working person who has lost his heart." I muttered to myself.

Floating You listened, looked at me with a confused face, this matter is complicated, I didn't talk to him in detail, just looked at Beilin.

Ask Ming Beilin, just bury the compassionate monk like this, will the compassionate monk feel pain.