Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Of course." Master Mingjing lowered his eyes and saluted.

"A monk never lies."

The Queen was overjoyed.

"Come on, come on, hurry up, hang up this bell!"

The emperor was also obviously relieved.

"That's it, that's good."

Master Mingjing put his hands together and thought for a moment.

Then, he looked at the emperor and asked.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being presumptuous."

"Before His Highness's accident, I wonder where he had been? What had he encountered?"

"Although His Highness the Sixth Prince's evil spirit has been eliminated, the source will not be eliminated, and it will still be a scourge after all."

"Since the poor monk is here, he naturally wants to get rid of the harm. Please let your majesty know a few things, so that the poor monk can get rid of the harm."

The emperor didn't speak, and he didn't have time to speak.

The empress blurted out directly: "Two months ago, Li'er and I returned to our hometown in Qinzhou."

"On the way back, we passed a place called Shanshui Town."

"Li'er's accident happened there. He has been seriously injured since he came back."

"I saw something was wrong there at that time, so I wanted to take Li'er away quickly, but I didn't expect-"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't bear to talk any more.

Thinking of Li'er's suffering during this period, her heart ached.

Regretful.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have taken Li'er with me.

The queen sobbed.

Master Mingjing understood and bowed his head slightly.

"So, the poor monk understands."

He turned to the emperor and showered him with gifts.

"Your Majesty, this evil creature has great power and evil thoughts."

"Since it is causing harm to the world, the poor monk... will naturally accept it."

"So, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

His tone was quite kind, but his face was serious and solemn, and he did not smile.

His eyebrows are thick and black, and his eyes are as sharp as an eagle's beak.

He doesn't look like a monk with profound Taoist teachings, but more like a professional demon exterminator.

Specifically, get rid of those monsters.

The emperor also clasped his hands together and said, "That's good."

"Master Mingjing, I really don't know how to thank you for this kindness."

"How about I set up a vegetarian banquet——"

"No need."

Master Mingjing declined quietly.

After giving a salute, he turned around.

As quickly as you come, you leave quickly.

The emperor took a look and said, "Master, you don't have to be in a hurry-"

When I caught up with him, the monk in plain robes had disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the deep palace locked courtyard.

Left without a trace.

All that was left was the golden bell, hanging on the bedside, shaking.

"jingle--"

"Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling--"

Like bamboo, it is crisp and sweet, peaceful and tranquil.

As for the tortured person on the bed, his eyes were dull and still staring blankly.

He stood motionless and his face was pale.

As if dead.

In the palace, the atmosphere was still heavy.

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night.

The wind picked up again.

At the foot of the cold and windy mountain, the trees are withered and covered with snow.

The sky is overcast and the bright moon is hidden.

The strong wind blew everything it could, bending the branches and blowing the accumulated snow off the trees.

Rustling sound.

In the dead forest, there is no trace of people.

A hare came out of its hole and was looking for something to eat.

But soon, it noticed a strange feeling.

So, very vigilantly, he retreated into the cave.

He shrank and didn't come out again.

His ears were erect and he listened carefully to what was going on outside.

At this time, the ground was covered with white snow.

It is rugged and covered with tree roots.

The monk's cloth shoes stepped deeply into the snow, were covered with snow, and then lifted up again.