There is still no vision in the temple.
There was no sign of a demon anywhere.
Ning Chen's fair wrist was wrapped with floating beads.
His eyes were clear, not surprised.
He probably knew what the breathless demon was.
But this time, it was to train her.
So Ning Chen whispered, "Do you see something wrong with this temple?"
Bai Weiwei snorted coldly, turned her back to him and said, "It's just you that's wrong, you're the worst."
Ning Chen said calmly, "What's wrong with me?"
Could it be that she felt that the demon was behind him
Bai Weiwei: "You ignore me, of course something is wrong."
Ning Chen: "..."
Then he finally became helpless, "You are here to cultivate your ability, stop being willful like a child."
Suddenly I felt that dealing with those big demons didn't bring her tired.
I kind of understand what it's like to have children.
too difficult.
Holding a bead in his hand, he suddenly raised his hand and threw the bead out.
Fall into the incense burner accurately.
He slowly got up from the futon, reached out and patted the folds on the white monk's robe lightly, then looked up at the incense burner.
"There is nothing unusual in the temple, there is no demonic atmosphere, but there are bloodstains everywhere."
Really everywhere.
Although these bloodstains can be seen to have been cleaned up.
But the remaining traces can see how much blood was splattered at the beginning.
Not only was there blood on the beam, but there was blood on the ground, and there was blood under the table.
Even the statue is covered in blood.
Ning Chen's eyes fell into the incense burner, "You have been locked up by me, you can't escape, the pilgrims together with the Buddhist disciples of the temple, a total of sixty-three people, died under your greed, offering incense, but not your spirituality. If you raise it, it will raise a viciousness."
Bai Weiwei raised her eyes strangely and glanced at the incense burner.
"Monk, what are you doing talking to yourself in front of a censer? Are you bored?"
Ning Chen's originally cold eyes fell on her, bringing out a hint of helpless softness, then he reached out, grabbed her collar, and lifted her fluttering from the ground.
"Learn well."
After speaking, he moved his fingertips.
Inside the incense burner, the light of the Buddha beads overflowed.
Inside the golden halo, a scream rang out.
Full of resentment, "Smelly monk, why do you treat me like this, let me out."
Bai Weiwei saw a hideous monster face appear on the quiet incense burner just now.
"I have merit and virtue, you can't do this to me."
Ning Chen's face was calm and his eyes were cold.
The incense burner's voice was sharp, "I'm just following my desires and cultivating myself. What's wrong with eating people? If people eat all things, is it less harmful to all things? They come to pray every day, not all desires, money, wealth and sex. Cursing others to die, humans enshrined me, my furnace is full of evil thoughts, it's all human's fault."
Ning Chen was indifferent.
If such a crooked reasoning can make him move.
He has long been swallowed by his own darkness.
He took a step back and said to Bai Weiwei who was watching the play, "You have purified it."
When Bai Weiwei heard this, she glanced at the ugly face on the incense burner that was constantly struggling, and immediately refused: "It's so ugly, you let me touch it?"
Ning Chen went to observe the incense burner again, his eyes were faint, and then he turned back and said seriously: "It's not so ugly, don't blame others, go quickly."