Because Mrs. Ren was not there, there was no incense in the small Buddha hall to worship, but the rich sandalwood fragrance emitted by the layers of tower incense made Qin Liuxi, who walked into the Buddha hall, feel a little dull and disgusting.

In addition to the tower incense, the offering table is also enshrined with flowers and fruits, but it has not been changed for two days, it is not too fresh, and the flowers are beginning to wilt, and behind the offering table, a delicate rosewood altar is enshrined in a Buddha statue, and there is a purple gold incense burner in front of the Buddha.

With just one glance, Qin Liuxi knew that the Buddha statue was the same as the image in his hand, but it was not exactly the same, because of the color.

The Buddha statue here in the Buddha hall has a faint red color and is full of blood, which makes the Buddha statue even more evil and disgusting.

"What's this color?" Ren Ting was surprised, it wasn't this color he saw before.

Ren Mingguang was also very stunned, this Buddha statue was even more disliked and disgusting than what he had seen before.

Qin Liuxi took two steps forward, looked at the bloody Buddha statue, frowned, and said, "Go and let someone check Madame's body, there are wounds."

Ren Ting was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"She may really serve the Buddha with her body and show her piety with the blood of her heart." Qin Liuxi said sneeringly.

Ren Mingguang's eyes darkened when he heard this: "Confused, she is really confused."

When she waited for the servant to go to check, Qin Liuxi had already picked up the Buddha statue, and the wisps of bloody qi wanted to penetrate her body, cold and cold.

Qin Liuxi's eyebrows were cold, and the heat in his hands was together, and the bloody aura seemed to have met a nemesis, and the ground retreated, and the Buddha statue that was held in his hand was even more cracked.

The footsteps came in a hurry, it was the servant woman who went and returned, and said to Ren Mingguang: "Back to the master, after investigation, the lady's fingers have some knife marks."

Ren Mingguang's eyes shrank: "Why don't you say it when you change clothes?"

In the words of the finger should actually be easy to see, but no one has ever said these details.

The servant woman knelt down, her body trembled, and said, "Slave, slave and maid don't know."

"Go and pass on Mother Zhao."

Qin Liuxi didn't care about them, and asked Mrs. Ren's birthday, she pinched the Buddha statue and closed her eyes slightly, pinched the trick with one hand, and silently summoned the two souls and six spirits that Mrs. Ren lost in her heart.

With this blood as a medium, it stands to reason that it is not difficult to summon it, but Mrs. Ren's soul did not come back.

Qin Liuxi disconnected the soul summoning technique, his face was gloomy, this matter was a bit troublesome.

And that Zhao's mother has been recruited under Ren Mingguang's questioning, and Mrs. Ren has been serving the Buddha with her fingertips and blood for a few days in order to show her sincerity, but she doesn't let people reveal it.

Mrs. Ren is surrounded by her confidants, so she is naturally loyal to her, although she thinks that it is inappropriate to worship the Buddha in this way, but there is no big problem, so she will hide it.

Ren Mingguang was so angry that he kicked her over: "You old thing, Madame's brain is in water, and you are also stupid?" How can anyone worship the Buddha and smear the Buddha statue with blood? Isn't it pickled and unlucky? ”

Mother Zhao kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, and they didn't dare not listen to the master's words.

Ren Mingguang still wanted to have a seizure, Qin Liuxi said: "It's not a matter of pursuing this now." Tell me, did you come in with Madame when she went to the small Buddha hall that night, do you know what she said? ”

Mother Zhao shook her head: "No, Madame won't let us go in." She paused and said, "But the old slave vaguely heard a few words, what the lady was saying that she was willing to serve forever." ”

Qin Liuxi pursed his lips, and with these few words, he could almost think of what Mrs. Ren said in front of the Buddha.

With her almost insane behavior, most of her soul is gone, and I am afraid that she will not sacrifice her soul to this so-called Holy Buddha?

"Less Viewer?"

Qin Liuxi said his guess, the faces of the father and son changed slightly, and asked, "What will happen if you sacrifice it?"

Qin Liuxi: "Sacrifice is sacrifice and worship, the rules of heaven and earth don't care, let alone voluntary sacrifice."

What is voluntary, you are willing to be willing, what do you do!

It's all your choice.

When Ren Mingguang and his son heard this, their faces turned even pale.

Ren Ting took a deep breath and asked, "If that's the case, why is there still a soul and a soul?" ”

"One is obsession. The second is that there are magic weapons, amulets and the like that protect this soul, so that she does not leave completely. ”

"Buddha beads, Buddha beads." Mother Zhao raised her head and said: "After Mrs. came out of the Buddha Hall that night, the rosewood Buddha beads she usually wore were broken, which was given to Mrs. by Master Yuantong, the presiding officer of Ningwu Temple, who personally blessed ...... Mrs.

She thought about it, kowtowed and walked out, and soon came back with a small red box, and said, "Those old slaves with broken beads are all stored here." ”

Qin Liuxi took it and opened it, not to mention that the beads inside were not luster, and some of them were still covered with cracks, and they were not as smooth as Zhao's mother said at all.

"If it is a gift from a monk, then this Buddha bead really helped her block this soul from leaving her body." Qin Liuxi handed the box to Ren Ting.

They all know that Mrs. Ren has worn a string of rosewood Buddhist beads all year round, and they also know that it is very bright and moist, but now it is dull.

It must be that it is blocked that it will lose its mana.

Ren Ting's heart was cold, this succession of bad news was no better than learning that his mother was faked to die, but worse, because this lost soul was afraid that it was lost because of her mother's voluntary sacrifice, then she would be equivalent to a living dead, waiting for death!

Ren Mingguang closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the tails of his eyes were a little scarlet, and he obviously thought of what his son was thinking, which was both annoyed and helpless.

and thou shalt not live.

The old wife's move is to kill herself!

Lamentable and pathetic.

Ren Ting: "Shaoguan Lord, can my mother's soul be recovered?"

Qin Liuxi said: "I have tried to summon souls just now, but there is no response. ”

Ren Ting's throat choked.

Qin Liuxi looked at Mother Zhao again and asked, "What is this Buddhist temple called, and where is it?" ”

"It's in the Nanwu Temple of Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain."

The backpack Qin Liuxi was carrying was a little moved: "What kind of temple is this, why didn't I know there was such a temple?" ”

Everyone was startled and looked around, who is talking here?

Qin Liuxi patted his backpack and warned silently: Beep and put you in the hot pot, anyway, it's almost winter, just warm your stomach!

Pimple Treasure: Scum!

"Are you sure it's Nan Wu Temple?" Qin Liuxi frowned and said, "Isn't it called Lingxu Palace?" ”

Did you guess wrong?

Isn't this evil Buddha statue a dog thing?

"Haven't you heard of the Lingxu Palace, is there such a temple?" Zhao's mother was at a loss.

Lan Xing, who was standing at the door, was also extremely disappointed, and Qingjun's face was cold.

Qin Liuxi said to Lan Xing: "Let's explore this Nanwu Temple first. ”

My intuition is wrong, I always feel that something is wrong, first explore Nanwu, and then seek spiritual emptiness.