Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The empress, who loved her son so much, sat beside the bed, holding his hand, and burst into tears.

She wished she was the one lying on the bed at this moment, not her child.

"Li'er...my Li'er..."

Filled with the smell of blood, everyone in the airtight palace was silent and stood to one side.

In the silent palace, only the grief-stricken cry of a mother echoed.

It's heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching.

"Someone come and save my Li'er...please ask some god to come and save my Li'er..."

"Li'er...my poor Li'er..."

"Who can help you...Li'er..."

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"Your Majesty has arrived——"

Outside Changxin Palace, where the atmosphere was heavy, the eunuch's sharp voice sounded.

It broke the stalemate here.

When the majestic, majestic and steady bright yellow figure appeared, the queen sitting beside the bed was still in grief.

She shed tears, held her child's hand, and cried bitterly.

He didn't even look at the emperor who walked in.

The emperor looked at the crying queen with a heavy expression.

Without saying anything, he put his hands behind his back and looked at the person he brought.

A well-known eminent monk, whose dharma name is Mingjing.

"Master Mingjing, please take a look at my child. Is there anything wrong with him?"

Although he didn't believe in these ghost stories, what happened to Li'er in the past two months was really weird.

The legs were attached and finally grew, and finally they were able to disconnect themselves in full view of the public.

It was reattached and regrown, but it broke again because of an accidental touch.

In just two months, Li'er's leg was broken twice.

Including this time, it is the third time in total.

As if possessed by an evil spirit.

Even if the emperor doesn't believe this, there is really nothing he can do.

I had to invite him to come and take a look.

Master Mingjing is said to be the first person who is not afraid of evil spirits.

Because of its ability to kill demons, it is famous far and near.

When people encounter something bad, they will go to him.

He was wearing a simple cassock.

Wearing Buddhist beads, he has a square face, sword-shaped eyebrows and an eagle nose.

He has an upright and fierce aura, without any of the kindness and benevolence that ordinary monks have.

That unabashedly sharp look, like a brave and capable eagle, swept over the person on the bed.

After watching it for a few seconds, he faced the emperor.

Put your hands together and speak calmly.

"Amitabha, Your Majesty, Your Highness the Sixth Prince...is indeed invaded by evil spirits."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the palace was shocked.

Everyone took a breath.

The empress, who was still crying, looked over immediately after hearing this, and her voice was once too sharp.

"What did you say?!"

Master Mingjing clasped his hands together and bowed his head slightly.

"Amitabha, empress, the poor monk believes that an evil spirit has entered your highness's body and... placed a curse on him."

The Queen's eyes widened with fear.

"Curse...curse?!"

The emperor frowned.

"Master, is there any way to cure it?"

Master Mingjing's expression remained unchanged, he was calm and unsurprised, "Of course there is."

As he spoke, he took out a bell.

The golden bell jingled and jingled.

The sound is really nice.

"Hang this thing above your highness's bedside and ring the bell for two hours every day."

"In less than three days, all the evil spirits will be eliminated, and your Highness will naturally get better."

The Queen took the bell and said, "Seriously?"