Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1961 Tribulation (35)

"Naturally." Master Mingjing lowered his eyes and saluted.

"Monks, never tell lies."

The empress was overjoyed.

"Come on, quick, quick, hang up this bell!"

The emperor was also visibly relieved.

"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 the poor monk for taking the liberty."

"Before His Highness Sixth Prince's accident, I don't know where he has been? What did he meet?"

"Although His Highness Six's evil spirits are eradicated, the source will not be eradicated, and it will still be a disaster after all."

"Since the poor monk is here, it is natural to get rid of the harmful thing. 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 Bengong went back to their hometown in Qinzhou."

"On the way back, I passed a place called Shanshui Town."

"Li'er happened there. After returning, she has been seriously injured."

"I saw something was wrong there at the time, so I wanted to take Li'er 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.

Regretted.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have taken 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 magic power and a vicious mind."

"Since it is a disaster for the world, that poor monk... will accept it."

"So, please rest assured, Your Majesty."

His tone is still kind, but his face is upright and serious, and he doesn't speak or smile.

His eyebrows were thick and black, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's beak.

He doesn't look like a monk with profound Taoism, but rather a professional exorcist.

Specifically, get rid of those monsters.

The emperor also clasped his hands together, "That's good."

"Master Mingjing, I really don't know how to thank you for this kindness."

"Why don't I set up a vegetarian feast—"

"No need."

Master Mingjing calmly 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, it disappeared into the deep palace lock courtyard.

Left without a trace.

Only the golden bell was left hanging on the head of the bed, shaking.

"jingle--"

"Jingle bells—jingle bells—jingle bells—"

Like a bamboo, it is crisp and sweet, peaceful and peaceful.

As for the tortured person on the bed, his eyes were glazed, and he was still staring blankly.

He remained motionless, his face pale.

As if 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 that has accumulated on the trees.

rustle.

In the dry forest, there is no one left.

Some hares came out of their burrows, looking for something to eat.

But soon, it sensed a strange feeling.

So, very vigilantly, he retreated into the cave again.

Shrunk, did not come out again.

Ears pricked up, listening carefully to the movement outside.

At this time, on the ground covered with white snow.

Rugged, tree roots spread across.

The monk's cloth shoes stepped deep into the snow, were covered with snow, and then lifted.

(End of this chapter)