"An Pinghou, the old man has really tried his best, that Miss Zhou has been reborn, the soul chasing spell that was originally imprinted on Miss Zhou's soul was nourished by the owner of the original body with his own soul, the more time passes, the soul chasing spell becomes weaker, and now the souls of the two have fused, and they can no longer rely on the big array to find out the location of Miss Zhou."

"Then how about your name Ben Hou?"

When the man spoke, his voice was extremely good, and his tone was as gentle as the warm spring sun.

But the master trembled, and fell to the ground even more humblely.

"Anping Hou, when is the time for revenge, since Miss Zhou's assassination was unsuccessful, she will not come to assassinate again, you have also sent someone to look for more than three months, if Miss Zhou learns of the movement, it will be easier to hide."

The man smiled and said, "Master, how can it be done, the person who assassinated Ben Hou, Ben Hou let her go like this, what is the use of the name of Li Yanwang?" ”

The master was puzzled: "Master Hou, the old man is puzzled, Miss Zhou committed suicide after an assassination failure, why do you still have to force Lao Qu to leave her soul and resurrect her?" ”

Every time the master thought of that time, every day outside the magic circle, this Anping Marquis enthusiastically asked him to carry out all kinds of whipping on the girl's soul, and many small spells of wind, rain, thunder and lightning fell on the wisp of soul that was tied to the soul nailing pillar, which only injured the soul, and had nothing to do with the original resurrection plan, but this Anping Marquis was very happy to see the soul being whipped in pain.

"Master, Ben Hou tells you that the person who comes to assassinate Ben Hou must be prepared to be cut by Ben Hou with a thousand knives, even the dead Ben Hou wants her to come back to life and be killed by Ben Hou with her own hands." The man scoffed: "Suicide? Without Benhou nodding, don't even think about it. ”

The master grieved: "Master Hou, if you go against the sky, you will be sent by heaven." ”

Anping Hou still smiled: "Master, it is not yet known whether Ben Hou will be punished by heaven, but whether the one hundred and twenty-three people of Baita Temple still have lives depends on you, master." ”

This is threatening him with the lives of the whole temple!

When he was a child, the master once hoped to be a compassionate mind, self-denial and helping others, and a monk with exquisite Buddhism, but he did not expect that he would go more and more deviated, the higher his position, and the greater the greed in his heart.

"Retribution, retribution!" The master smiled bitterly: "It's all retribution. ”

Then the master got up, walked to the Bodhisattva table in the hall, took out the only glass cup that was not lit in front of the table, and then sat down cross-legged, and the glass cup was placed on the ground.

He picked up a cinnabar pen again, two pieces of yellow paper, each writing the eight characters of his birthday, and placed them in the glass cup.

"At that time, hundreds of billions of inconceivable, unthinkable, immeasurable, and immeasurable monk worlds, all hells, doppelganger Jizo Bodhisattvas, all gathered in the Heavenly Palace."

The yellow paper in the glass cup spontaneously combusted, and wisps of green smoke came out.

"Or the body of a man, or the body of a woman, or the body of a dragon, or the body of a god and ghost, or the body of mountains, forests, rivers, pools, springs, and wells, are beneficial to people, and they are all free. or the body of the current Emperor of Heaven, or the body of the Brahma King, or the body of the Wheel King, or the body of the current layman, or the body of the king, or the body of the Minister, or the body of the current official, or the body of the bhikshu, the bhikshuni, the upasa, the upasa, the upasa, and even the shravaka, arhat, the Buddha of the Buddha, the Bodhisattva, etc., and so on. Not only the body of the Buddha, but also the front of it. ”

By the end of the sentence, the two pieces of yellow paper in the glass cup had burned out, but there was no ash at all, only a wisp of blue flame faintly lit up.

The master got up and cautiously walked over to the man with the glass cup in his hand.