The flower monk and the Taoist priest walked in the front.
The Taoist priest first went to see the woman's condition, but after a while he shook his head and said, "It's hopeless."
The man holding the pillar cried and hugged the Taoist priest, saying: "Taoist priest, help me!"
The Taoist priest reluctantly pulled his hand away: "If you don't let go of me, how can I save you?"
"Amitabha."
As soon as the Buddha's name passed, the flower monk began to read the scriptures.
Amidst the sound of the scriptures, the gloomy atmosphere in the room gradually dissipated. There was only one place that was always gloomy. People who could sense this looked there.
The Taoist priest was surprised and said to himself: "This monk is very powerful. Why haven't I seen him take action before?"
Li Xiu's expression suddenly became complicated. There seemed to be a bit of aura in this scripture. To be more precise, it had a bit of Buddhist aura.
In other words, this person may be a Buddhist?
It should be noted that the difference between a Taoist cultivator and a Taoist priest is the same as the difference between a Buddhist cultivator and a monk.
The difference is that Taoist practitioners will not be called Taoists, but Buddhist practitioners will be called monks.
There is a very important reason for this. It is extremely difficult for a Taoist priest to officially become a Taoist cultivator, but a monk may be recommended by a temple and enter a Buddhist sect to practice.
Are all immortal cultivators so poor now? How come one or two of them don’t have money to tip them?
When he was distracted, a burst of Yin Qi suddenly hit him. Before he could react, the spell in Xi Jing's hand took effect - a sharp spiritual energy hit the ghost and forced it back.
At this time, they also saw the appearance of the ghost.
The ghost had a big belly, bigger than an ordinary woman's belly in nine months. Her hair was disheveled, and her beautiful facial features were distorted beyond recognition.
Her eyes turned red, and she was vaguely muttering something in her mouth. When she listened carefully, it was just two simple words: revenge, revenge...
She kept repeating these two words, and just when the Flower Monk was about to attack, she suddenly rushed outside. Several people looked at each other, where did she go?
The Taoist priest wanted to follow, but was hugged by the man holding the pillar as a pillar: "Taoist priest, please, don't go!"
He coaxed with a headache: "I won't leave, please let go of your hand first."
"No, as soon as I let go, you will definitely leave."
This man is not stupid, the Taoist thought in his heart, and said: "Don't I have to save other people?"
"What if she comes back again? Taoist Priest, save me first, save me! I have money, I will give you money, you protect me first!"
The corners of Hua Seng and Xi Jing's mouths twitched. It seemed that they were the ones who always took action. The Taoist priest didn't take action at all. Why was he so unlucky to be entangled?
Li Xiu's expression suddenly became serious: "No, go back to the Huang Mansion immediately, that concubine!"
He didn't specify which concubine it was, but everyone knew it.
The Taoist priest was forced to stay behind to comfort the man holding the pillar, and several people hurried back.
Not long ago, Tao Zi was chatting with Mrs. Huang.
Mrs. Huang smiled and said: "Tao Xianren, do you know when my good friend last came to see me?"
Tao Zi thought for a while, it seemed like forty years ago?
She said: "That was twenty-five years ago. She hurried over and stayed with me for three full months."
She couldn't put the tea cup back in her hand for a while, so she took another sip.
Someone is impersonating her? Tao Zi was sitting in a dark place. Mrs. Huang couldn't see her expression, but she didn't care and continued: "She asked me for something. When I see her next time, if she is already a Yuan Ying, you must tell her the time of the last meeting. Unfortunately, I can't wait until the day when she becomes Yuan Ying."
Be sure to tell us the last time you met...
The words kept echoing in her mind.
Tao Zi drank tea one mouthful at a time and said nothing, but clenched her other hand.
Mrs. Huang coughed at this moment. She stood up silently and patted her back, but her eyes fell on a hairpin involuntarily.
Mrs. Huang handed the hairpin to her and said, "My good friend gave it to me. If the immortal wants to see it, then he can."
Tao Zi looked at it carefully.
The craftsmanship of this hairpin...
Tao Zi closed her eyes. This was what she did, but she had no impression.
Mrs. Huang smiled gently and said: "Immortal Tao helped Huang Mansion, so I will give this hairpin to Immortal Tao."
She tried to calm down her mood and said slowly: "Does this hairpin have any special meaning?"
"As a token of her visit, I promised her that I would return the hairpin."
Tao Zi held the hairpin tightly.
Her mind was in chaos. She didn't know why she didn't remember all this, let alone what she was doing at that time, but she knew clearly that the meaning of this hairpin must be related to the Minglan Sect.
But in an instant, she took the hairpin over with a smile and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Huang, for the gift."
"Where it should be."
Seeing her take the hairpin, Mrs. Huang's expression became softer and she said again: "Xianren Tao, I'm very happy to see you again."
Tao Zi smiled and did not respond to these words.
At this time, there was sudden movement outside the door, and A Tao's voice sounded: "Madam."
Tao Zi frowned and stood calmly in front of Mrs. Huang, feeling sinister.
Mrs. Huang's expression became visibly colder and she said, "It's not Ah Tao. When Ah Tao calls me, her voice won't be so soft."
She probably heard her words from outside, so she changed her voice and continued: "Madam, open the door. I am Yu'er. I miss you so much and want to come back and see you."
Mrs. Huang looked at Tao Zi in shock. Tao Zi shook her head and asked her not to open the door.
She put a charm on the door. If you don't open the door, the ghost won't be able to get in easily.
Thinking of this, Tao Zi still has a headache. Generally, people are more afraid of high-level ghosts with entities, but on the contrary, they hate low-level, incorporeal ghosts because it means they have to use spiritual energy to deal with them. they.
Once the spiritual energy is insufficient, it is very likely that the ghosts will not be able to move them, and they will not be able to move the ghosts.
In the world of immortal cultivation, there have been many incidents where ghosts wantonly harmed people, but body cultivators could only watch. This is also one of the reasons for the low status of physical education.
Mrs. Huang didn't know why Tao Zi was so nervous. In her impression, a ghost of this level was not even qualified to hang out in front of her.
Even so, she did not doubt Tao Zi's identity. She had always trusted her own eyes, and even more so, that sense of familiarity.
She said slowly: "Yu'er, it's not appropriate to meet today. Let's talk tomorrow."
The voice outside suddenly became vicious: "Are you afraid, madam? Why is madam afraid? Is it because you are hurting me?"
Mrs. Huang frowned and said, "How often have I hurt you?"
The voices outside became louder: "You haven't harmed me? If it weren't for you, I should have been born!"
She listened to this in astonishment. The next second, Mrs. Huang came to her senses and said, "Let your mother come out and talk to me."
