Little Day was taken aback.
She hadn't expected Yan Jiu to know about this. She closed her eyes and recalled the moment she gave the last towel to someone else and pushed that person out.
"When the fire started, a passenger ran back in a panic to get his luggage."
"I thought she was greedy..."
“She told me that her mother’s ashes were in her suitcase, and that she could travel with her mother, but I would never see Yin’s mother again… At that moment, I felt that she was so happy.”
"Then let's be happy forever..."
Yan Jiu pursed her lips and remained silent, not telling Xiao Day that the passenger was lying.
The person in her arms taught her what "benevolence" meant, and then closed his eyes forever in her arms.
Just as Little Day wished.
Yan Jiu kept the person behind.
Find the room where Thousand Faces is located.
Push open the door.
The thousand faces died a gruesome death.
His pupils were wide open, his mouth was agape, and his exposed skin was covered with countless handprints. The handprints were dark and mixed, and they were all children's handprints.
Yan Jiu put away the Kumanthong dolls before saying to the system, "Is the mission only considered complete if they are properly buried?"
System: [Yes.]
It responded softly.
They feared incurring Yan Jiu's displeasure.
Yan Jiu nodded thoughtfully. She wasn't angry; instead, she was thinking about how to find a loophole.
"To be buried in the earth is to be at peace," but it doesn't specify which type of earth to bury.
She might only need to buy a piece of land in Country T and bury these people to complete her mission.
Thinking of this.
Yan Jiu left the hotel and arrived at the magnificent temple. The temple, with its fish-ridge-shaped roof, was full of mysterious oriental charm, and the emerald Buddha statue was the first thing that caught her eye.
Just stepped in.
The bell tolled.
Yan Jiu glanced at the person ringing the bell. An elderly monk wearing a yellow robe bowed to Yan Jiu and put his hands together in prayer.
Yan Jiu could see that what the monk was wearing on his wrist was not a Buddhist rosary, but a wolf's tooth.
Look away.
Yan Jiu found Yin Ma in the main hall.
The incense in the temple exudes a lingering fragrance, this rich and generous aroma lofty above, wisps of smoke lingering in the air, as if it has no compassion for the world.
Yin Ma knelt on the prayer mat and muttered incantations.
Yan Jiu stood at the door waiting when the monk she had met once before came over.
The monk asked meaningfully, "Those who come to the temple must have something to ask for. Won't you go and ask for one?"
Yan Jiu folded the yellow talisman paper, then folded the paper into a sword, and then the sword into a halberd: "What do I need to ask for, or should I ask what you want me to ask for?"
As soon as he finished speaking...
The people walking around Yan Jiu stood still, and the wisps of smoke that rose into the air also stopped.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The monk withdrew his hand from the spell: "Benefactor, you watched so many people die before your eyes, don't you hate yourself for your powerlessness?"
Before Yan Jiu could answer.
The monk muttered to himself.
“You deserve to be hated.”
“Power, benefactor, you need power.”
"Only overwhelming power can defeat everything."
Yan Jiu smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I can only be affected by the Shurangama Mantra once, I won't be affected a second time."
The Shurangama Mantra is a mantra that grants wishes.
Ultimately, it is not an evil curse.
Therefore, when Yan Jiu was caught off guard and brought Yin Ma away from the hotel to the vicinity of the temple, she fell into the trap.
Yan Jiu tilted her head: "The old host went to such lengths to test me; if he doesn't give me an explanation, I might—"
The old host chimed in: "Destroy this place?"
Yan Jiu shook his head: "Wrong. I will put all the valuables in the temple into my pocket, leaving you and your disciples and descendants homeless."
The old host: "..."
He sighed and respectfully handed a wolf fang from his wrist to Yan Jiu.
Yan Jiu accepted the wolf fang without understanding why.
The old abbot explained that Wu Jiu had scattered the nine magical artifacts to various places. As Wu Jiu said, something with power equal to the nine magical artifacts would surely appear in the world to maintain balance.
Bagua mirror and bone-penetrating needle are just two examples.
The topic of balance was mentioned.
Yan Jiu thought of the balance of power in the Heavenly Way.
The old abbot echoed his master's dying words: "No magical artifacts have descended upon this country, but we are fortunate enough to see the true face of the Ninth Witch. She passed on a message: if one day you are guided by the wolf fang to be reincarnated, the one who carries the wolf fang must ensure that the character of the reincarnated person is acceptable before returning the wolf fang to the reincarnated person."
He didn't know the meaning behind his master's words, only that they had been passed down since his master's grandmaster's time.
The old abbot, guided by Langya, saw Yan Jiu and realized that he had hurriedly used the temple bell to transmit the Shurangama Mantra to Yan Jiu's ears, merely to test her.
The same was true just now.
Fortunately, Yan Jiu was not seriously flawed in character.
Now that the wolf fang has been returned to its rightful owner, the grandfather, grandson, and their disciples can be considered to have accomplished their mission perfectly.
Yan Jiu gripped the wolf fang: "What's it for?"
A flash of inspiration struck her.
She's changed now. How did Wolf Fang find her? Through her soul? And what's the underlying principle?
The old host shook his head: "You only said that there is only one pair of these teeth, namely Cangfeng and Batian."
Yan Jiu inexplicably thought of the wolf fang on Lang Zongyi's wrist, but she wasn't sure: "What about the other one?"
The old host shook his head.
Yan Jiu asked again, "Wolf's Cangfeng and Batian couldn't possibly be that small, so why did Wu Jiu shrink them?"
The old host continued to shake his head.
Yan Jiu: "..." Just how many pitfalls did my past life dig for me?
She shrugged.
Yan Jiu simply said, "Please don't call me an old man."
Being called "old lady" by a seventy- or eighty-year-old always gave her a sense of amusement.
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