As the mezzanine behind the white wall was deliberately broken open, a smiling Buddha statue came into view.

He resembled a Buddha statue from the Western Paradise, sitting cross-legged on a lotus pedestal, with a bald head like a monk, his robe half-covering his chest, and adorned with bracelets, armlets, necklaces, and other ornaments.

The Buddha statue's head was covered by layers of black gauze.

Yellow paper offerings were scattered everywhere.

Yan Jiu doesn't need to look.

I knew it was something dirty.

She collapsed onto the sofa.

Yan Jiu crossed her arms and looked at the man with the cigar: "A black cloth to shield you from the scorching sun, scattering shady paper in the shadows—you're practicing a faith that can't be brought to light. I didn't realize you were playing such a tricky game behind the scenes."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The cigar-smoking man, who had been lying in wait, suddenly raised his head.

The cigar-smoking man glared at Yan Jiu as if he were a heretic, and he tried to make his point clear: "Buddha! The god of Lou Na You is the leader of the Heavenly Emperor!"

Yan Jiu propped his head up with his hand, lying lazily: "Aside from the Eighteen Garan, the Twenty Devas, and Brahmanism, I've never heard of any Runayu in the Western Paradise."

The man with the cigar replied, "That's none of your business."

Yan Jiu's gaze drifted lightly over.

The arrogant cigar-smoking man immediately shrank back.

Ma Weiwei looked at the man with the cigar and said, "Is this an evil Buddha? You not only worship the Three Pure Ones Bell... how afraid of death are you?"

The man with the cigar didn't argue with the two.

The prophet had told him that the god Runayut would only bless his devout disciples.

He should just stick to his own beliefs.

Yan Jiu saw through the cigar-smoking man's thoughts: "You don't still think he can protect you, do you?"

The man with the cigar stiffened his neck and remained silent.

He gazed intently at the Buddha statue not far away.

It seemed that this would give him unlimited power.

Ma Weiwei walked up to Yan Jiu and said, "Senior, our Taiyi Sect worships the Taiyi Zhenren. What kind of spirit do you think is most effective for people like us who want to find a partner? The Matchmaker? To be honest, my family has been urging me to go on blind dates."

Yan Jiu glanced at Ma Weiwei, whose face was flushed with love.

She had known for a long time that Ma Weiwei and Liu Fei were bound by a red thread, but she couldn't reveal it to them.

Yan Jiu simply said, "I'll teach you an even more effective way to offer incense: go to the museum and worship the Buddha statue there."

Ma Weiwei clenched her right fist and punched her left palm: "Because the Bodhisattvas in the museum aren't busy, is that it?"

Yan Jiu looked at Ma Weiwei with approval: You also understand workload.

Ma Weiwei scratched her head shyly.

I'm proud to be able to keep up with Yan Jiu's thought process.

Lang Zongyi's lips twitched: "..."

He turned his gaze downwards towards the image of evil.

A pit has been dug out there.

Inside the cave were three stark white skeletons.

They are suppressed under the evil image and cannot be reborn.

The hideous bone claws pointed skyward.

They had an expression of unwavering prayer, but no one saved them until their world was ended by death.

In Yan Jiu's eyes.

What she saw were three white-clad ghosts.

They were suppressed by the evil image and influenced by the golden light of the Three Pure Ones Bell scroll, so they couldn't escape even an inch.

It's no wonder they chose to work with employees of the Dream Company, hoping to get help from them. They even wanted to advise those employees, but unfortunately, they used the wrong methods.

The status quo has not changed.

They also bear the sin of "harming others".

Yan Jiu suddenly unfurled the scroll: "Mr. Lang, between this painting and the three spirits, which would you choose?"

Lang Zongyi's deep voice said, "There's no need to choose."

He did not open his third eye.

He could no longer see ordinary spirits.

But he knew that the scroll was hindering the reincarnation of the spirit.

As he spoke.

Lang Zongyi stirred his inner fire.

The cigar-smoking man broke down in tears.

He burned all the valuable scrolls.

Lang Zongyi did not tell Yan Jiu.

In order to suppress the rampage of the bloodline beast transformation, he needs the Three Pure Bells to stabilize his spiritual platform.

In fact.

Lang Zongyi was unable to attend due to health reasons.

They had already been ordered to withdraw from frontline combat.

That's why I came here.

It was the Bagua Mirror that detected the aura of the Three Pure Ones Bell.

He guessed that this wasn't the complete Sanqing Bell, but he didn't expect that what he found here would be a scroll with a gentler protective power, a scroll that anyone could use.

Ma Weiwei hesitated, then said, "Director..."

Lang Zongyi glanced at Ma Weiwei.

He choked the other person's unfinished words with a "ha".

Lang Zongyi knew this well.

There are some things that really don't need to be told to others; doing so will only add to your troubles and turn your black hair into strands of worry.

Yan Jiu didn't notice the interaction between the two; she cast a spell to release the Yin spirit that had been imprisoned for many years.

Watch them break free from the shackles of hardship.

The three Yin spirits bowed to Yan Jiu and Lang Zongyi and walked step by step toward the new life.

Yan Jiu pursed her lips and remained silent.

Now look at the cigar-smoking man.

System panel: [Ding!]

Target of inspection: Lou Nayou evil followers

Note: Targeted customers

Mortality rate: 100%

Time of death: After the first backlash,

The host is advised to pay attention immediately!

System: [How strange. As a fellow Rosicrucian, why doesn't he worship the Asura King, but instead believes in some evil idol? Serving two masters, who else would he harm if not him!]

Yan Jiu raised an eyebrow slightly.

What else could it be?

Whether Asura King is alive or not is another matter.

Lou Nayu should be a real person, and he certainly needs the faith of believers even more than the Asura King.

This time, Yan Jiu didn't intend to remind the cigar-smoking man to stop. She smiled and said, "I've never had a chance to ask Mr. Lang's full name."

Lang Zongyi said, "Lang Zongyi."

Yan Jiu nodded halfway, then her expression inexplicably turned serious: "Which sect, which one?"

Lang Zongyi spoke frankly: "Zong is the 'Zong' in 'Zou Shou Zong Qilin' (the mythical beast), and Yi is the 'Yi' in 'Ai Zi Xin Wei Yi' (the one who loves his son unconditionally)."

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