"We have only one priestess in Xizhao, she is nine years old this year and lives in the temple in front. She predicted that a distinguished guest would come today, so she asked me to find a two or three-year-old child from another place, and a dark servant. I think it must be you."
Grandma Wuxu was slightly stunned. She didn't expect that this Xizhao witch was so capable. She came to her door just after they arrived.
But the little girl looked at the maid with anticipation and nodded vigorously, indicating that she was willing to go with him. She looked well-behaved and cute.
[Ahaha! The witch is in the temple, and she took the initiative to invite me. It would be unnecessary to send Jinglan and Xiaojin to check out the place.]
The charcoal-haired man squinted at the maid, but didn't see anything unusual. She was just an ordinary person.
"Okay, we'll go with you."
The maid bent down, made a "please" gesture, and led them to the temple.
The temple is built against the mountain in an orderly manner. The red walls and golden tiles look even more solemn and glorious against the backdrop of blue sky and white clouds.
The gate is made of thick wood and the surface is carved with intricate patterns.
There are both Buddhist lotus and Baoxiang flowers, as well as patterns unique to the Western Regions such as vines and camels. Every cut and chisel reveals the craftsman's exquisite skills and piety to his faith.
The heavy door exudes a faint mixed smell of incense and pine resin, which interweaves and fills the nose, instantly making people feel peaceful.
As you enter the temple, you will see a tall pagoda standing in the center of the courtyard. The body of the pagoda is as white as jade and shines with a soft light in the sun.
The top of the tower is decorated with a golden top, which sways gently in the wind, making pleasant bell sounds, as if it can wash away all the dust in the world.
Under the tower, believers hold incense and candles, kneel devoutly, and recite scriptures silently.
It is surrounded by several palaces, each of which is colorful with carved beams and painted buildings.
There are Buddha statues of various shapes enshrined in the hall. Some have kind eyes, looking down on all living beings with a smile; some are majestic and solemn, which makes people feel awe.
Flowers, fruits and various offerings are placed in front of the Buddha statue, showing the believers' piety and respect. The light in the hall is soft and the candlelight is swaying, creating a mysterious and sacred atmosphere.
The walls are covered with exquisite murals with colorful colors and smooth lines, vividly depicting Buddhist stories and Western customs.
The characters in the painting are lifelike, as if they will walk out of the painting at any time.
The temple is filled with the sound of chanting, which is the monks' daily practice and prayer. Their voices are peaceful and powerful, penetrating the long river of time and conveying the power and hope of faith.
Strangely, Milk Ball felt a strong demonic aura here. Granny Wuxu and Black Charcoal Head seemed to feel it too. The three of them looked at each other and tacitly kept silent.
The witch lives in a separate courtyard of the temple, located at the highest point. The closer you get to it, the stronger the evil aura becomes.
Milk ball ate too many snacks and felt thirsty, so he took out the milk bottle and drank it in his hands to quench his thirst.
What's in the milk jug is not milk, but spiritual spring water. Drinking milk won't quench your thirst, only water can.
The maid brought them into the yard and said to Grandma Wuxu and Black Charcoal Head, "The witch doesn't want to see you, she only wants to see that little sister. You all wait outside!"
"No." Grandma Wuxu didn't put the baby down, but held her tightly. "She is too young to go in alone. I have to follow."
The maid frowned, thinking that the child was indeed a little small and couldn't even step over the threshold. The old woman was very old and didn't look like she could pose a threat to the witch, so there should be no problem letting them in.
"Well then! You take the little girl in, but this black boy can't come in. The witch is pure and does not allow lay men to get close to her."
[Black-haired man, you stay outside. If that thing runs out from inside, you can just stop it and kill it.]
"Yes! I won't go in." The black-haired man looked at the maid with a hint of sneer on his lips.
The maid pushed open the door and bowed to invite Grandma Wuxu and Chu Xiaoxiao. The two of them came in and the maid slowly closed the door from outside.
Black Charcoal Head stood outside, watching carefully. There was a demonic aura coming from the room. The owner would definitely fight with the thing inside.
He must put away the last line of defense and not let that thing get away.
Inside the house, Chu Xiaoxiao got down from the ground, held Grandma Wuxu's hand and walked a few steps inside. She saw a beautiful girl kneeling on a cushion, chanting with her eyes closed.
The girl had a red scarf wrapped around her head and wore a red robe embroidered with gold thread. When she heard footsteps, she slowly opened her eyes.
The moment she saw Chu Xiaoxiao, tears flowed from her left eye, but her right eye had a strange smile.
When Milk Ball saw this, he put the bottle into a small cloth bag and shook his head in mockery at the witch.
"You are so useless. You were actually possessed by someone else."
The witch smiled bitterly: "I am not strong enough to resist, but fortunately you are here."
The next second, her face turned grim and even her voice changed: "What's the point of her coming? She is too young and is no match for me."
Granny Wuxu sneered: "You are just a little pheasant, you have gained some skills by chance, and you dare to cause chaos in the human world. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
There are two souls living in the witch's body. One is the witch's body, which is relatively weak and suppressed by the pheasant spirit that has taken over her body. All her consciousness is concentrated in the eye on the left side of her body, and the rest cannot be controlled at all.
I will cry for no reason only when I see old friends.
"Afraid? What are you afraid of? As long as I am strong enough, no one will dare to touch me." The witch looked at Granny Wuxu with contempt, "The people of Xizhao all believe in me. I have the power of their faith."
The milk ball looked at the witch's left eye and said, "Do you want to solve it yourself, or should I help you solve it?"
Tears fell from his left eye again: "I will solve it myself, please give me strength."
"Hahaha! You let a girl doll give you power? Does she have power?"
The pheasant demon's laughter was very unpleasant. Xiao Jin jumped down from the beam and slapped her with his paw, but she dodged it and his paw hooked the scarf on her head.
The milk ball raised a chubby finger and touched the witch's left eye. A steady stream of power was infused into it, and the witch's right eye widened to the limit.
"How could this happen? Why is this happening? What did you bring in? Why can't I get rid of it?"
The witch's left eye showed joy: "Of course you can't drive it away. This is my original power, given by God. Just wait for me to kill you!"
Grandma Wuxu prepared the talisman and stood quietly by the side. As soon as the pheasant spirit came out, she would throw the talisman over and summon lightning to kill her.
Milk ball's hand never left the witch's left eye. The pheasant spirit in her body could no longer bear it and turned into a puff of green smoke and came out of her nostrils.
Granny Wuxu threw a talisman at her, but she dodged it and quickly floated out of the window.
A shrill voice came out from the smoke: "Want to kill me? No way."
The milk ball laughed: "You can't run through the window."
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