Missy, she always does not seek to make progress 2

Because Mrs. Ren was not there, there was no incense offered in the small Buddhist hall, but the rich sandalwood scent from the layers of incense made Qin Liuxi feel a little dull and disgusting when he walked into the Buddhist hall.

In addition to the pagoda incense, the altar also offers flowers, melons and fruits. However, they have not been changed for two days and are no longer fresh. The flowers have begun to wither. Behind the altar, an exquisite red sandalwood altar is worshiped upright. There is a Buddha statue, and in front of the Buddha there is a small purple gold incense burner and a small tripod.

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 in the Buddhist hall has a faint red color and is full of blood, making the Buddha statue more evil and disgusting to look at.

"Why is it this color?" Ren Ting was surprised. He had never seen this color before.

Ren Mingguang was also very stunned. This Buddha statue was even more unpleasant 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 have someone check Madam's body. Are there any wounds?"

Ren Ting was shocked: "Young Master, 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 sarcastically.

Ren Mingguang's eyes darkened after hearing this: "Confused, she is really confused."

While waiting for her servant to go check it out, Qin Liuxi had already picked up the Buddha statue, and the blood-evil aura was trying to get into her body. It was cold and chilly.

Qin Liuxi's brows turned cold, and his hands felt warm. The bloody evil spirit retreated as if it had met a nemesis, and the Buddha statue in his hand even cracked.

The sound of footsteps came in a hurry. It was the servant girl who had left and returned. She said to Ren Mingguang and the others, "Master, after inspection, it was found that there were some knife marks on the lady's fingers."

Ren Mingguang's eyes narrowed: "Why didn't you tell me when you were changing clothes?"

It should actually be easy to see on the fingers, but no one has ever said these details.

The servant girl knelt down, her body trembling, and said, "Slave, I don't know."

"Go and tell Mother Zhao."

Qin Liuxi ignored them and asked Mrs. Ren's birth date. She pinched the Buddha statue and closed her eyes slightly. She made sutras with one hand and silently summoned the lost souls of Mrs. Ren in her heart.

Using this blood as a matchmaker, it would not be difficult to summon her, but Mrs. Ren's soul did not come back.

Qin Liuxi turned off the soul-summoning technique and looked gloomy. This was a bit troublesome.

And Mrs. Zhao had already recruited her under the pressure of Ren Mingguang. Mrs. Ren had been serving the Buddha with the blood of her fingertips to show her sincerity. She had been serving the Buddha for several days, but she would not let anyone reveal it.

Mrs. Ren was surrounded by her confidants, who were naturally loyal to her. Although she thought it was inappropriate to pay homage to the Buddha in this way, it was not a big deal, so she kept it a secret.

Ren Mingguang was so angry that he kicked her over: "You old man, my wife has lost her mind. Are you going to be stupid too? How can anyone worship the Buddha and put blood on the Buddha statue? Don't you think it's dirty and bad luck?"

Mother Zhao kept kowtowing and begging for mercy. They didn't dare not listen to their master's words.

Ren Mingguang was still about to have an attack, Qin Liuxi said: "This is not the issue to pursue now. Tell me, did you follow Madam in when she went to the small Buddhist hall that night? Do you know what she said?"

Mother Zhao shook her head: "No, Madam won't let us follow her in." She paused and said, "But I vaguely heard a few words, Madam said that she is willing to serve you forever."

Qin Liuxi pursed her lips. With these few words, she could almost imagine what Mrs. Ren said in front of the Buddha.

With her almost crazy behavior, most of her soul was lost. Is she perhaps sacrificing her soul to this so-called holy Buddha?
"Young Master?"

Qin Liuxi explained his guess, and the expressions of the father and son changed several times, and asked: "What will happen if I sacrifice?"

Qin Liuxi: "Sacrifices are sacrifices and sacrifices. The rules of heaven and earth don't care, let alone voluntary sacrifices." What is voluntary? You are willing to do it willingly. What do you do according to the laws of heaven!

Everything is your own choice.

After hearing this, Ren Mingguang and his son turned even pale.

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

"The first is obsession. The second is that there is some magic weapon, amulet or the like that protects this soul and prevents her from completely leaving."

"The Buddhist beads are Buddhist beads." Mother Zhao raised her head and said, "After Madam came out of the Buddhist hall that night, the rosewood Buddhist beads she usually wore broke. They were consecrated and blessed by Master Yuantong of Ningwu Temple and given to Madam. Yes, I have worn it for many years, and it is always very smooth and smooth, but when it breaks..."

She thought for a while, kowtowed and walked out. She quickly came back with a small red box and said, "All those old slaves with broken pearls are kept here."

Qin Liuxi took it and opened it, and saw that the beads inside were not shiny, and some were even covered with cracks. They were not as smooth as Mother Zhao said.

"If it was a gift from an eminent monk, then this Buddhist bead really helped her prevent her soul from leaving." Qin Liuxi handed the box to Ren Ting.

They all knew that Mrs. Ren had been wearing a string of rosewood beads all year round, and they also knew that they were very shiny and shiny, but now they were dull.

It must have blocked the evil spirit to lose its magic power.

Ren Ting felt a chill in his heart. This series of bad news was not better than learning that his mother had faked her death. On the contrary, it was worse. Because the lost soul was probably lost because of her mother's voluntary sacrifice, and then she would be the same as the living dead. , waiting to die!
Ren Mingguang closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the ends of his eyes were a little scarlet. He had obviously thought of what his son was thinking, feeling both angry and helpless.

Do not live by committing sins.

This old wife is committing suicide by herself!
Lamentable and pathetic.

Ren Ting: "Young Master, can my mother's soul be recovered?"

Qin Liuxi said: "I tried to summon the soul just now, but there was no response."

Ren Ting had a lump in his throat.

Qin Liuxi looked at Mother Zhao again and asked, "What is the name of this Buddhist temple and where is it?"

"It's at Nanmo Temple in Wanfo Mountain."

There was some movement in the backpack Qin Liuxi was carrying: "What kind of temple is this? How come I didn't know there was such a temple?"

Everyone was startled and looked around, who is talking?

Qin Liuxi patted his backpack and gave a silent warning: I'll put you in a hot pot if you beep. It's almost winter anyway, so it's just the right time to warm your stomach!
Leibao: Scum!

"Are you sure that is Nanwu Temple?" Qin Liuxi frowned and said, "Isn't it called Lingxu Palace?"

Did I guess wrong?
Isn’t this evil Buddha statue that bitch of Silo?

"I've never heard of Lingxu Palace. Is there such a temple?" Zhao's mother was very confused.

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

Qin Liuxi said to Lan Xing, "Let's explore Nanmo Temple first."

My intuition was wrong, I always felt something was wrong, so I first explored Nawu, then Lingxu.