Has she been crying and wailing all the time for the past six months, begging herself to save her? And you can't do anything about it?

Chu Tianmu thought of this, his eyes were so painful that they were about to drip blood.

Seeing that Chu Tianmu was not in the right state, he coughed and woke Chu Tianmu up from boundless self-blame, and then asked: "But why did I take Xiling Lan's pulse, her pulse was peaceful, and she was only asleep on weekdays, and she didn't show any pain?" ”

Although they only focus on poison and medicine, when they study these, they will always dabble in other side ways.

He has seen a lot of pain for people who have fallen for curses and Gu spells.

Xiling Lan is so calm and sleepy, it's really not like it, which is why he has never dared to conclude that Xiling Lan has been cursed.

Chu Tianmu also remembered this and looked at Jia Shan. i.

Jiashan recited the Buddha: "Have you remembered the mother of the Xiling donor?" ”

Tears of the Wraith.

Everyone immediately remembered.

"The tears of the resentful spirit are the most yin and pure things, and the little monk said that these tears can cure all kinds of poisons and eliminate all kinds of disasters. If it weren't for the fact that the mother of the Xiling donor was not as tall as the black and ugly wood, I am afraid that this soul spell would not be able to hurt the Xiling donor. Gashan explained.

"So what's going on now? How can I wake Ah Lan up? Yuan Xuan couldn't help it.

This monk is really verbose, and after talking for a long time, he still hasn't said a reason.

Jia Shan made a bitter face and frowned: "The Xiling donor now has the tears of resentful spirits in her body to protect her heart, there is no problem for the time being, plus she seems to have been washed by the Gu Emperor's anger, both of which have restraint on soul spells." The fact that the Xiling donor is not awake is also because these three parties are now restraining and balancing each other. “

Everyone suddenly realized and breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Tianmu saw that Jiashan was very insightful and insightful, and all his hopes were placed on him: "That master, how can I save Lan'er?" As long as I can save Lan'er, I can agree to any requirements! ”

As long as Lan'er can wake up, he can offer anything.

Jia Shan smiled bitterly: "Master Chu, this soul spell was issued by a master Wuzun, and this soul curse has not been recorded to be lifted. The little monk can't do anything, he can only say that there is still no danger to the Xiling donor, in the future, maybe the Xiling donor will be blessed with Qitian, the tears of the resentful spirit, the soul spell and the anger of the Gu Emperor, the three are entangled, and after a long time, it will naturally dissipate......"

Of course, if Xiling Lan's life is thin, then the little monk can only read her a few more volumes of Vajra scrolls. The rest of Gashan's words swirled in his stomach a few times, but he didn't dare to say it.

Without waiting for Chu Tianmu to speak, Qi Ziyuan preemptively asked, "How long does it take to go through?" ”

Gashan said vaguely: "Well, a few decades, a hundred years?" "I'm not so sure.

Qi Ziyuan slapped a fan on Jiashan's head: "Decades? Decades later, people will become white bones, isn't your monk the same as if you didn't say it? ”

The faces of the rest of the people were also ugly, Chu Tianmu was fine, but he used the coercion of Wuzun to brush Jiashan over and over again, and Yuan Xuan had already begun to roll up his sleeves.

Xiwu slowly and methodically took a plate of dim sum and moved it to the side to watch the play.

Jiashan was knocked on the head by Qi Ziyuan with a fan, and wanted to run, but Chu Tianmu's coercion locked him and pressed him to death, so he couldn't lift his feet, so he could only cover his head with his hands and squat, shouting: "Donor, calm down, calm down--"

Calm down, your sister! Qi Ziyuan felt a feeling in his heart that he couldn't tell whether it was anger or grievance, and he had no place to vent, so he could only persuade Jia Shan.