When Wuwu was observing the layout of the Buddhist hall, Li Wencan reminded on the side: "Master Wuwu, the great wizard is here!"

Wuwu looked in the direction pointed by Li Wencan, and sure enough, he saw a young man in a black robe walking towards the middle of the Buddhist hall. The wizard walked without a sound, and no wonder Sanssouci had not heard footsteps before, and he had come in.

However, with his carefree and keen sensing ability, in fact, when this wizard approached the Buddha Hall, he sensed a chill. He just didn't deliberately look back, so as not to let the other party notice.

Carefree looked at the young wizard and saw that his face was fair, a little white from blood loss. On his thin countenance, the most attractive thing was the eyes, which were sharp and cold. Li Xinghu's eyes suddenly became sharp a few times just now, which was very similar to the eyes of this wizard.

Li Wencan had already greeted the young wizard, but before he had taken a few steps, the young wizard had already come to Li Wencan and Wuwu like flowing water. Worry-free found that the footwork of this young wizard was very peculiar, obviously he didn't take many steps, but in an instant, he was in front of him, and the key was that he couldn't feel his speed very fast.

The young wizard didn't pay much attention to Li Wencan, but his eyes were staring straight at Wu Wu. That kind of look is like a wolf watching its prey, and there is a faint hint of greed. With his rude eyes, Carefree felt a little unhappy.

Li Wencan cautiously introduced on the side: "Master Lan, this worry-free son is here to sign up for copying scriptures, and the trouble master will transfer a place to come out......"

He was afraid that this Master Lan would not agree, so he added: "He is proficient in ......"

Master Lan was very impatient with Li Wencan being rambling beside him, and waved his hand to stop him from continuing. Master Lan took two more steps towards Wuwu and asked in a cold tone, "Are you from a Buddhist sect?"

Carefree asked rhetorically, "How can you see that?" Carefree didn't intend to answer his abrupt question directly, who knows what his purpose was.

Master Lan said with a little disdain: "I sensed the Buddha qi on your body at the door. ”

Worry-free was very surprised to hear him say this, this was the first time he had heard this kind of statement. Worry-free once again felt that this young Master Lan was not simple, and he must have extraordinary skills.

Wu Wu asked, "May I ask Master Lan, how do you plan to crack the evil spirit on Li Gongzi's body?"

Master Lan asked coldly, "Do you suddenly feel a little reluctant to stay and copy the scriptures?"

Carefree didn't expect him to ask this question suddenly, and in a word. Since he saw this Master Lan, he really didn't want to stay and copy the scriptures, because he had a feeling that this Master Lan was not a good person. Carefree has always been cautious, and he thinks it's better to deal less with this kind of person. But he was still very curious and asked Master Lan how to solve it.

Master Lan seemed to be relieved: "You stay and copy the scriptures, and I will tell you how to crack it." With the rare condition that you are full of Buddha energy, you are the best person to copy the scriptures, and helping me crack the evil spirit can also get twice the result with half the effort. ”

After Master Lan finished speaking, he gently patted him on the shoulder of the carefree man.

As soon as he slapped him, he felt a cold air rushing into his body. He let his guard down in an instant, and curiosity completely prevailed.

When he looked at Master Lan's eyes again, he felt that the other party's eyes were no longer so cold. Instead, there were appreciative and encouraging glances, and a look of anticipation.

Master Lan's tone was much softer: "How is it?

Carefree nodded involuntarily, even he didn't know why he was so obedient to Master Lan's words.

Master Lan explained, "My method of dissolving evil spirits is that the person who copies the scriptures should mix his blood into the ink and use it to copy the scriptures. Then, while reciting the scriptures, the nine Buddhist monks burned the copied scriptures. Li Gongzi was lying on the bed in the middle, and I sat on the futon next to the bed, and with the help of the power of Buddhism generated by the chanting and burning of sutras by the monks, I cracked the evil spirit in Li Gongzi's body. ”

He didn't expect such a magical method, and his strong curiosity prompted him to stay and participate in copying the scriptures.

Master Lan looked carefree and couldn't help but say with relief: "Very good! You have finally figured it out! Very good!"

Carefree also said: "Yes, I figured it out!"

Li Wencan was confused when he heard it, this worry-free boy was the one he brought to copy the scriptures, why was it strange to listen to the conversation between the two of them now. He couldn't help but look at the carefree expression in confusion. He noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with his carefree expression, that is, there was an extra look of confusion.

At this moment, Master Lan pointed to a young man who copied the scriptures and asked Li Wencan to drive him away and replace him with Wuwu.

The dismissed scripture copyist refused to leave at first, how could such a good opportunity to make money be missed in vain. However, when Li Wencan compensated him with a reward of silver, he left happily. This thing that can take money and leave without working is too good to be good.

Carefree took over the young man who had been driven away.

Next, Li Gongzi was also carried by the subordinates to the single bed in the middle of the Buddha hall and lay down. Master Lan was meditating on the small round table next to the bed, one left hand resting on Li Gongzi's seal hall, his palm facing the black dot the size of a grain of rice.

Master Lan roughly explained the requirements for copying, chanting, and burning scriptures, and then everyone began to get busy.

In the sound of chanting, the young people who copied the scriptures picked up small daggers, cut the fingers of their left hands, dripped blood into the small porcelain plates, and then took a white cloth to wipe their left hands clean. In the matter of grinding ink, a scholar was arranged at each desk to do the work for him. After mixing the blood into the ink and mixing it thoroughly, all the young people who copied the scriptures began to write hard, hoping to copy more and get more rewards.

Worry-free devoted himself to copying the scriptures, his eyes were only on the desk in front of him, and he didn't pay attention to the people and things outside of him. Having grown up in a temple since childhood, he is more familiar with Buddhist scriptures than all the young people present. Therefore, he also copied the fastest, and stacks of copied scriptures passed from him to the monks inside.

Worry-free gradually has a sense of trance, and the more you copy, the more trance it becomes. However, there seemed to be a mysterious force calling him to keep copying, and he was hungry for it.

As time passed, including Sanssouc, there were only three people left in the temple. One of the young scribes had fallen asleep on the desk, while Master Lan was still sitting cross-legged on the small round table with his eyes closed and meditating. The rest of the people had already dispersed.

I insisted on a cup of tea again, and I fell asleep on the desk with my eyes black.