At this moment, there were thousands of people in the huge square, but it was completely silent.
There were only gazes of admiration, gratitude, or relief staring at the girl who had created a miracle.
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In a Buddhist temple with its doors tightly closed, only two candles flickered in front of the Buddha's niche. The light was dim and there was dead silence.
There was a strange fragrance floating in the air.
This fragrance, when you first smell it, has a bit of the delicate fragrance of sandalwood from a temple, but when you taste it carefully, it is mixed with the sweetness of a woman's makeup.
Two completely different flavors are mixed together, purity and vulgarity are entangled, making people feel uncomfortable for no reason.
What made it even more bizarre was that the Buddhist shrine illuminated by the candlelight was empty, with no Buddha statue.
There was only a pitch-black wooden sign standing alone.
The card surface is smooth, but the card body is wrapped with several circles of thin rope stained with dark red blood.
In the middle of the Buddhist hall, on the only cushion, sat a tall figure.
He was dressed in a coarse monk's robe, and his bald head glowed faintly in the dim candlelight.
"Don't be nervous." The bald man suddenly spoke in a mellow and gentle voice. "It's just an attempt. If it fails, it fails."
In the shadows behind him, a short figure wearing a black hooded cloak and with an indistinct face was lying on the ground, his body shaking violently.
"Your Excellency...your subordinate...your subordinate..." The man's voice was so thin and weak that he could not form a complete sentence.
The bald man's voice remained calm and unperturbed: "Don't be afraid, get up and answer."
His voice echoed in the empty Buddhist temple, as if it was far away in the sky, yet seemed to be close to his ears, with an indescribable power to calm people's hearts.
The short figure stopped trembling upon hearing this.
He calmed down strangely, stood up with slightly stiff movements, bowed his head and clasped his hands together in greeting.
However, the half of his face exposed under his hood was extremely stiff.
"Have you taken in the things I gave you?" There was no emotion in the bald man's tone.
The short man nodded mechanically, his voice dull and flat, "I brought it, used it, and everything went well."
The bald elder nodded slightly, "See, things are going very well..."
"Thank you... Your Excellency... for the compliment."
"Go ahead."
"yes......"
Squeak——
The palace door was opened a crack.
despair.
Then it closed silently.
The Buddhist temple returned to silence again, with only the bald monk left alone.
After a long moment, he raised his head and said respectfully to the blank wooden sign, "Master, I have planted the 'dream seed' for Min Zimo. In a few days, the Investigation Bureau will discover that his soul has been damaged."
"Ding Pojun will definitely borrow the 'Sky Mirror' from the Zeng family. Please inform the Bodhisattva and have him prepare."
After another stick of incense, the black wooden sign suddenly vibrated, and the red rope tied to it trembled along with it.
The bald man waited for a while, until the wooden sign became quiet again, then he put his hands together and chanted - "Namo Dameng Bodhisattva!"
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