Master Whispering yelled at the top of his lungs, "Quick, carry me outside the Taoist temple and bring all the talismans!"
The young Taoist priest didn't understand.
But his words were unquestionable, so the young Taoist priests quickly prepared.
On this side, Song Biao finally calmed down.
He looked quietly at the Whispering Master's emaciated body and said, "You died so easily."
Master Whispering twitched his lips. "My death is not enough to atone for my sins. I will be punished by Heaven, but I hope I can protect the people in the Taoist temple before I die."
"As for Mr. Song, I made a big mistake because of my greed. I regret it very much, and I will redeem myself."
At first, he didn't know that the treasure the master was talking about was a fetus.
After following over, he was also shocked.
But the arrow was on the string, and with his master and Old Master Song in front of him, he also wanted to make progress in the mysterious arts, so he became greedy and became involved in the corruption.
The Whispering Master closed his eyes.
He was carried to the armchair by the young Taoist priests, and they worked together to send him out of the Taoist temple.
The wind in Beijing in December is bitingly cold.
The young Taoist priests built a simple shed for him and placed a table and a chair inside.
Master Whispering's health was already very poor at this time.
But he still drew the talisman with strength.
"First disciple, stay until I die. The rest of the disciples, those who need to leave today, leave. This place has attracted evil spirits, and it is not advisable to stay here for long."
After hearing these words, the young Taoist priests finally understood.
They cried bitterly.
A few of the young Taoist priests were interested in the mystical arts, and most of them were taken in to do odd jobs in the Taoist temple.
This place is where they have lived since they were young.
Where can they go?
But they had to listen to Master Whisper's words, and they also heard the seriousness of his words.
So, the young Taoist priests wiped away their tears, packed their bags and prepared to go down the mountain.
Song Biao came to the door and looked at him like this. He didn't feel any sympathy at all, but felt extremely happy instead.
Master Whispering naturally knew it, but he had no time to care.
He kept drawing talismans with his hands, and every time he drew one, he asked his eldest disciple to post it at the door.
This is to lock up the evil spirit inside that is almost becoming conscious.
The evil spirit used the master's body as a breeding ground and took advantage of the desires of many people over the years, becoming increasingly powerful.
But the time has not come yet, and the evil spirit cannot leave the 'petri dish' and become a big deal.
Therefore, he is now redeeming himself and making amends for his sins. Every time he draws a talisman, he is closer to death. He wants to burn out all he has learned in his life until the moment of his death.
Although the sealing talisman could not stop the evil spirit from continuing to grow.
But it can prevent evil spirits from leaving the Taoist temple and harming innocent people.
If the senior had seen this, perhaps the punishment he received would have been lighter.
The Whispering Master has entered flow mode.
Seeing this, Song Biao knew that he didn't need to stay here.
Right now, he has an important matter to deal with.
Soon, Song Biao arranged a special plane to fly back to Demon City.
Demon City.
Song Xiner was originally meditating, using her own strength to continue to use sealing talismans to suppress the evil spirits in the two evil things.
This way you don't have to worry about anything and can easily find the reasons for these objects.
Only by finding the cause can we find a solution.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes.
Someone was peeking into her, her soul.
Song Xiner narrowed her eyes, opened her third eye, and searched for the source.
Soon, the target person appeared in her mind.
Although she couldn't see the vague figure clearly, she could feel the aura.
It turned out to be him.
Song Xiner chuckled.
I didn’t expect it to be such a coincidence.
The person who conspired with his master to kill Yuan Yi.
Now, this man has reached the time when his oil lamp is running out, and death is not painful for him. On the contrary, the backlash after death is the beginning of pain.
This person deserves these punishments.
No need for her to intervene.
Just as Song Xiner was about to calm down, she saw the shadow of Master Whispering open his mouth to speak.
Um?
Song Xiner continued to explore, and after a long time, she squinted her eyes.
I see.
When a man is about to die, his words are good.
The information given by the Whispering Master is very important.
Although she could find out, it would take some time.
Now that she can shorten the time, she is naturally happy.
And she also knew why Master Whisper did this.
The so-called acceptance of good-intentioned help has already created cause and effect. Master Whispering hopes that after helping her, she can help him reduce the punishment of heaven.
Song Xiner chuckled.
The little girl's face showed a maturity that was not appropriate for her age.
She began to pack her backpack and prepared to go to Jing City.
We must get rid of the evil spirit and we must speed up the process.
Song Xiner went to the airport before sending a text message to Song Yiyi.
"Sister, I'm going to Beijing. Don't worry about my personal safety. I will take good care of myself. There are many things I don't know how to say, but please believe me, I won't show off, because I'm not as ordinary as other three-year-olds."
"Love you (づ￣3￣)づ╭?~."
After sending these messages, Song Xiner looked out the window with a calm and natural expression on her face.
The taxi driver looked at her from time to time through the rearview mirror.
I was thinking to myself, these kids nowadays are so mature that they actually dare to take a bus and fly alone.
He had only heard of adults sending children to the airport and then flying alone, with flight attendants taking care of them throughout the journey.
But no three or four-year-old child has ever been so brave to rush to the airport independently and not afraid of being abducted.
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