Chapter 1961 robbery (35)
"Naturally." Master Mingjing lowered his eyes and saluted.
"Be a monk, never lie."
The empress is overjoyed.
"Come on, quick, quick, hang up this bell!"
The emperor was also obviously relieved.
"That's it, that's good."
Master Mingjing clasped his hands together and thought for a moment.
Then, he looked at the emperor and asked.
"Your Majesty, forgive me for taking the liberty."
"Before His Royal Highness had an accident, I don't know where he has been? What did he meet?"
"Although His Highness Six's evil spirits have been eradicated, the source will not be eliminated. It will still be a disaster after all."
"Since the poor monk is here, he naturally wants to get rid of the harm. Please let your majesty know a thing or two so that the poor monk can get rid of the harmful thing."
The emperor didn't speak, and didn't have time to speak.
The empress directly blurted out: "Two months ago, Li'er and Ben Gong went back to their hometown in Qinzhou."
"On the way back, I passed a place called Shanshui Town."
"That's where Li'er happened. After returning, she has been seriously injured."
"I saw something was wrong there at the time, so I wanted to take Lier away quickly, but I didn't expect—"
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't bear to say any more.
Thinking of the suffering Li'er had suffered during this period, her heart ached.
Regret endlessly.
I knew it earlier, so I didn't take Li'er with me back then.
The empress sobbed.
Master Mingjing understood and lowered his head slightly.
"So, the poor monk understands."
He turned to the emperor and saluted generously.
"Your Majesty, this evil creature has profound mana and a vicious mind."
"Since it is a disaster for the world, the poor monk... will accept it."
"So, please rest assured, Your Majesty."
His tone is still kind, but his face is upright and serious, without a smile.
The eyebrows are thick and black, and the eyes are as sharp as the beak of an eagle.
It doesn't look like a monk with profound Taoism, but rather a professional exorcist.
Specially, remove those monsters.
The emperor also put his hands together, "That's good."
"Master Mingjing, I really don't know how to thank you for this kindness."
"No need."
Master Mingjing quietly refused.
After saluting, he turned around.
Comes fast, leaves fast.
The emperor took a look, "Master, you don't have to rush—"
When he chased after him, the monk in plain clothes and cassock had disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the deep palace lock courtyard.
left without a trace.
The only golden bell left behind was hung on the head of the bed, shaking.
"Dingling—"
"jingle bell—jingle bell—"
Like a bamboo, crisp and sweet, calming and tranquil.
The tormented person on the bed still stared blankly with his eyes blank.
Standing still, his face pale.
Like dead.
In the palace, the atmosphere is still heavy.
…
…
…
Night.
The wind picked up again.
At the foot of the cold and windy mountain, the trees are withered and the snow is everywhere.
The sky is gloomy, and the bright moon is hiding.
The strong wind blows everything that can be blown, bends the branches, and blows off the snow accumulated on the trees.
rustled.
In the dry woods, there is no one left.
A hare came out of the hole, trying to find something to eat.
But soon, it sensed a strange feeling.
So, very vigilantly, he retreated into the cave again.
shrinking, did not come out again.
Ears pricked up, listening carefully to the movement outside.
At this time, on the ground covered with snow.
Rugged, tree roots spread across.
The monk's cloth shoes stepped deep into the snow, were covered with snow, and then lifted up.
(end of this chapter)