Song Biao came back to his senses.
"What's wrong?"
Master Whisper frowned, "Something's wrong. Why does this aura sound so familiar?"
He picked up his birth chart and looked at it again and again.
"Her original fate has been overcome by her own efforts. There are indeed people who can break through fate, but they are rare. She can be considered a rare talent."
"But she feels very familiar to me." Master Whispering thought again and again, and suddenly his eyes widened. "It's her! She was here two months ago!"
"We met once, but it wasn't enough..."
Master Whispering looked solemn, and suddenly thought of something, and was shocked.
"Oh, oh, oh, I feel like there's a familiar aura about her birth date. It's not just a simple encounter, it's that talisman!"
Master Whispering stood up in an instant.
He talked to himself, seemingly forgetting that Song Biao was still there.
Soon, he rushed out of the door, looking crazy but with purpose.
Song Biao frowned, feeling that something was amiss.
His intuition told him to follow.
Song Biao followed with big strides.
Master Whispering came to a tomb on the hillside behind.
This tomb belongs to his master.
The grass in front of the grave had grown a lot, and Master Whisper noticed something unusual.
"Someone! Someone! Open the coffin!"
He yelled.
The young Taoist priests behind him immediately took shovels and started digging.
Soon, the coffin came into view.
Master Whispering looked at the talisman on the coffin that had turned to ashes and took a few steps back.
At first, he was in charge of all these matters.
Ordinary people just need to follow the normal procedures.
But his master was attacked by evil spirits that invaded his body, and he himself was a person with certain Taoist skills. If he was not sealed, it would be easy for something to go wrong.
Therefore, these talismans were drawn by him personally and pasted on the coffin.
But now, these talismans have disappeared.
There was no sign of any passivity from the outside of the coffin.
But Master Qingyu felt that a huge change might have taken place here.
"Hurry, hurry! Bring the talisman here, I want to continue sealing it!" Master Whispering was as cowardly as before, he didn't even dare to open the coffin to confirm it.
He just assumed that there was nothing wrong.
The young Taoist priest quickly brought the talisman and brush.
Master Whispering's hands trembled as he finally finished drawing the four talismans.
Then, one was posted at each corner of the coffin.
"Bury the soil!"
At Master Whisper's command, the young Taoist priest began to operate.
But a miraculous thing happened. The talisman turned into ashes as they watched.
“This… How is this possible!?”
Master Whispering made some hand gestures and finally spat out a mouthful of blood.
Blood is black.
His eyes were filled with fear.
It turned out that three years had passed and his seal had not worked at all. The evil talisman had been devouring and eroding unconsciously, and was becoming increasingly stronger.
The evil talisman captures everyone who comes to visit, amplifies their greatest desires, and makes them serve it!
That girl was one of them.
And the evil energy she absorbed into it was enormous!
I don’t know where that girl went and how she could have collected so much evil energy!
Let the evil spirit have its own consciousness!
This is bad!
People in the mysterious sect like Master Qingyu are most favored by evil spirits.
Because if they are not careful they will go astray, their physical bodies and spiritual energy are not comparable to ordinary people, it is a great tonic!
Over the years, Master Whispering has always had a terrible memory in his heart, and he would have inner demons from time to time.
In the past, perhaps due to my own level of skill, I was able to avoid being approached.
But now, he is in poor health.
The evil talisman became more and more powerful.
People in the Taoist sect all believe in reincarnation, the eighteen levels of hell, and being reduced to ashes.
People like them go against the will of heaven, so they need to accumulate virtue even more.
Master Whispering not only did something that violated the rules of Xuanmen, but was also targeted by the evil talisman.
The punishment after death is foreseeable and terrible.
Originally, according to Master Whispering's plan, he was to start a new life and do good deeds after three years of seclusion. However, as soon as he came out, he encountered an accident!
He doesn't want to suffer the excruciating pain day and night, nor does he want to disappear from the world!
At this moment, with death imminent, he suddenly felt fear and regret for what had happened that year.
Master Whispering looked at Song Biao, tears streaming down his face.
He fell straight back.
The young Taoist priests rushed over, quickly supported him, and sent him to the side room.
The meaningful look that Master Whispering gave Song Biao before he fainted made Song Biao feel that something was wrong. He followed him with a gloomy face.
Side house.
The young Taoist priest gave Master Whispering some water.
He lit incense in the house again. This incense was different from ordinary incense. People who smelled it could feel extremely cool and their minds became clear again.
Master Whisper recovered after a while.
He looked at the top of the beam and muttered to himself.
"Retribution has finally arrived."
"Excuse me, Mr. Song, who is that person to you?" Master Whispering tilted his head.
He could no longer use mystical techniques to calculate, so he could only hold on as long as possible.
Song Biao frowned and pulled a stool.
"Did your master never tell you? I have eight daughters in total, and the birth date just mentioned is that of my third daughter."
Whenever someone in the Song family becomes pregnant, they will ask Master Qingyu’s master to come and tell their fortune.
This has always been the tradition of the Song family.
Because a terrible thing happened to the first few generations of ancestors who made their fortune.
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