Master Yide has become a completely different person.
He exuded an evil aura, with black energy spreading from his body and seeping into his body little by little.
"We are powerless to change Master Yide's condition."
The speaker was named Zhao Hu, the young master of Qinghe Manor.
He was holding a sword, with his other hand behind his back.
How could that be?
The young novice looked sadly at Master Yide, only to see Master Yide slowly open his eyes.
His eyes had lost their former brightness and turned completely black.
"Master, Master, how are you?"
"Master is dying." The demonic energy was corroding his heart.
Master Yide reached out and touched the young novice's bald head. "Fawen, leave here as soon as possible. This is not a safe place. Go back to the temple as soon as possible."
Master Yide bit his finger and used his own blood to write a Vajra mantra on the head of the young novice monk Fawen.
"Don't touch this place, it will protect you and help you escape."
Wisps of black gas seeped in through the gaps between his fingers.
Master Yide's face contorted in pain.
“Master? I can’t leave you behind. I’ll carry you back.”
"Good child, don't bother. Leave now. If you still consider me your master, then listen to your master."
Yide pushed him away.
Seeing that Yide was so persistent, Fawen had no choice but to kneel down and kowtow to Yide several times.
He turned and left.
He didn't notice.
Inside Qinghe Villa, many people's hands were itching to make a move.
They dared not make a move only because of the faint golden light emanating from the French character.
Following his master's instructions, Fawen hurriedly left Qinghe Villa.
He wasn't a fool; his master's behavior was questionable.
There must have been problems with Qinghe Villa long ago.
He was simply going with the flow.
Of course, it would be best if we could take Master away. However, Master's body is infected with demonic energy, and it seems there is no cure.
French stood not far away, looking back at Qinghe Manor. The manor had been shrouded in a black mist for some time now, and it seemed that it wouldn't be long before this became the second mass grave.
Ning Hong then saw the monk again.
Blood-red words were written on his head.
The first time I saw him was when he was crying and begging someone to save his master.
But this time, an aura of sadness permeated her entire being.
He was completely immersed in grief.
There was some demonic energy swirling around, but it couldn't penetrate due to a faint layer of golden light.
The young monk is begging for alms.
Because of the blood-written words on his forehead, many people were unwilling to let him get close.
This made the little monk's expression even more sorrowful.
They look rather pitiful.
Ning Hong then bought a few steamed buns and delivered them over.
Ning Zhaozhao followed closely behind.
She would never lose her brother; no matter where he went, she would follow.
Her other eyeball had also regained its shape, and once her eyes returned to normal, she would no longer need to wear the veil.
However, she was still very clingy to Ning Hongze.
She wished she could just cling to him and let him carry her around.
"Thank you, benefactor."
Upon seeing the white steamed buns, Fawen sniffed, but could not hide his instantly reddened eyes. "You are a very kind person, benefactor. You will surely be blessed."
"Young master, weren't you with your master?"
Ning Hong returned a Buddhist salute and asked.
“Master is gone—” French bit his lower lip. “Benefactor, the town is unlikely to be peaceful these days. Please be careful and do not wander around.”
This benefactor was a kind-hearted person, and Fawen didn't want to see a kind person get into trouble, so he offered a word of advice: "Don't go near Qinghe Manor either."
"Thank you, young master."
It seems that the mass grave was indeed problematic, and the people of Qinghe Manor are also in trouble.
I was lucky enough to escape the mass grave and even find Acha.
"Brother, I really like the aura emanating from this little monk."
Ning Zhaozhao moved her hand, and strands of black energy wrapped around the little monk, gradually seeping into Ning Zhaozhao's body unseen by others.
Some of it even merged into Ning Hongze's body.
Ning Hongze: "—"
He almost forgot that in his previous life, he originally intended to become a demonic cultivator.
I just didn't expect to die so quickly.
He had only just begun his cultivation when he was purified.
French suddenly felt a wave of comfort wash over him.
He didn't think much of it, just that he felt he must have been moved by the benefactor's good deed.
Master is right. No act of kindness is too small to be done. Sometimes, a small act of kindness can warm people's hearts.
"Benefactor, we shall meet again."
"Wait, young master, you're only going back with a few steamed buns. I'm afraid you won't be able to make it."
“Please don’t worry about it, benefactor. This humble monk can beg for alms along the way back.”
The journey would only take two or three days, and this benefactor had already given him several steamed buns, enough for him to eat on the road.
"The blood curse on the young master's head will make people retreat. I have some copper coins here that you can use on your journey."
Ning Hong then took out twenty copper coins.
It wasn't that he was unwilling to give more, but rather that if he gave too much, the monk certainly wouldn't accept it.
French realized that with his head covered in blood, begging for alms would be much more difficult than usual, so he stopped insisting and accepted the coins.
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