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As the door closed, the light in the Buddhist temple dimmed a lot.

The candlelight flickered in the hall, and the hazy light and shadow made the supposed solemn Buddha statue look a bit ferocious.

The old monk sat on the futon with his back to the Buddha statue and his face to the crowd.

A strange sense of incongruity kept everyone silent.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the old monk said with a smile: "You don't need to be nervous. Here, you can tell the difficulties you encountered without any scruples."

As soon as these words came out, the husband of the couple sitting on the far right hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Similar to what He Feng had learned before, an ordinary working-class family already had one child, but his wife unfortunately miscarried after her second pregnancy.

Later it was discovered that his wife had cancer. They were already raising a child, and their life was very stressful. Their savings for medical treatment were quickly exhausted.

Just as the wife was desperately waiting for death, someone sent a black umbrella.

They could only treat a dead horse as a living doctor, so they came to this rain village.

The old monk pondered for a moment: "Two donors, I can indeed try to cure him, but this will have certain risks."

"Can the master really cure cancer?" The husband looked happy.

"Generally speaking, it's not possible. But maybe she can give it a try." The old monk looked at the woman in the couple and saw that her face was pale. After sitting down, she subconsciously covered her stomach with her hands. He shook his head and said: "You may also know. It is because of this that you can get the black umbrella. The so-called blessings and misfortunes, this may be destiny."

Hearing the master say these words, the expressions of the couple changed somewhat. Obviously, they have something to hide.

Li Changhe's eagle-eyed magic eyes did not have the ability to observe spiritual bodies, but in a trance, he saw a small, human-shaped black shadow with a big head flashing across the woman's body.

The dark shadow flashed past, and if his eyes hadn't been focused on her, he probably wouldn't have noticed it.

This was not an illusion, He Feng, who was sitting on the woman's side, also saw that scene. The masked woman suddenly made a backward movement. In order not to reveal any flaws, Li Changhe also showed a look of fear.

The old monk was unmoved. He should have noticed the woman's state, but he didn't point it out.

He looked at He Feng.

There was nothing wrong with He Feng's disguise. After hesitating for a while, a deep voice sounded.

He was a student in a certain high school. He came from a poor family and suffered bullying.

Plus those cuts on the box's face make it even more believable.

In a so-called 'lesson', he was sent to the ward.

With only a few months left before the college entrance examination, being beaten like this will definitely affect his college entrance examination.

This made him, who came from a poor family, very desperate at that time. Someone sent him a black umbrella, saying it would change his life.

This is actually the experience of a certain black umbrella owner. One of the people Li Changhe wrote down when he was observing in the magic mirror.

The owner of the black umbrella was also bullied and was later given a black umbrella.

Then when he was shown by the magic mirror, he had changed his appearance, and those who bullied him also disappeared inexplicably.

The old monk showed no doubt, but with a compassionate face and clasped his hands: "Amitabha, you will get what you want."

It seems to have passed the test.

Then, the old monk looked at the masked woman.

This woman is very mysterious. From last night to now, she has not said a word.

Whether it was Li Changhe and others in the same car, or Lin Hu in the village. She didn't even respond.

Seeing that the woman remained silent, the old monk looked at He Feng and others and said, "You go ahead. Lin Hu should be waiting for you outside."

"Thank you, Master." The three of them responded and left the Buddhist temple.

"It seems that I need to get in touch first to find out what secrets they have buried. Maybe I can get some advice." In [Friends], He Feng contacted Li Changhe.

"Don't act rashly. If you find Luo Qiao, give me a position." Li Changhe responded.

In this small village, Li Changhe, as an archer, can attack almost any position.

"Of course, but I might have killed her before you attacked." He Feng responded, leaving the Buddhist temple with the couple on crutches.

After all three people left, the master looked at the woman: "Donor, there is no need to hide it. No one can hurt you here."

He sensed the woman's desire not to let outsiders know her secret, so he pushed away He Feng and other people who had already spoken.

The woman looked at Li Changhe, or at the marks on his neck, as if she had found some sense of identity.

She nodded and spoke slowly, but her voice was very harsh. Like a severely damaged disk.

As she spoke, a cold atmosphere appeared in the Buddhist temple.

The candlelight in the Buddhist hall also began to waver.

"There is a girl who dreams of becoming a singer. Her talent is very good, and her voice, body, and appearance are all top-notch. She also works very hard." At this point, she paused: "And masters, humans are often Be jealous of people who are better than you.”

The old monk nodded slowly.

Li Changhe's heart moved when he heard what she said and her voice. Could it be that she was the girl she said she was and her voice became like this after being persecuted?

"But what is going on?" Li Changhe lowered his gaze and looked at the tea placed in front of him. In the tea cup, the water surface had made slight waves without knowing it.

The woman continued to say in her ugly voice: "That's why the incident happened. After the girl won the first prize at the municipal level, those who were extremely jealous of her made a crazy decision. They made They wanted to destroy her sweet voice. So, they poured those drugs into her drink to eliminate suspicion, and some of them drank the drink. Not much measurement.”

"After that, the girl's voice was completely ruined. The once sweet singing voice turned into a desperate roar. Finally, she was found slitting her wrists in her bathroom." The woman's story is not over yet, and there is some fear in her voice: "But after that, the women who were jealous of her also seemed to be cursed. Their voices were destroyed, and every time they made a sound, she came back!"

"Master, save me! Please, save me!" Only five minutes had passed since the woman spoke, but most of the candles in the Buddhist temple were extinguished by some force.

It turns out that she is not the poor girl who was jealous and persecuted. She is one of those abusers!

"I said it." The old monk didn't care whether the woman was the perpetrator. He slowly stood up with a compassionate face, picked up the six-ring staff, and got ready for battle.

He felt that something had come here. It seems that Yucun's isolation ability cannot stop Li Gui's revenge.

But if he is here, he will never let the evil ghost succeed.

"No one can hurt you here"

However, before he could finish his words, there was a gunshot.

'boom! ’

A bullet penetrated the masked woman's head. Like ripe persimmons falling from the treetops, gushing blood covered the ground.

The old monk was stunned when he saw the woman's body falling to the ground, and slowly looked at Li Changhe.

But Li Changhe was still sitting cross-legged on the futon, holding his chin with his left hand. A Lee-Enfield rifle appeared in his right hand, with smoke rising from the muzzle.

He put the gun directly against the masked woman's face and killed her with one shot.

"Thank you." A strange female voice came to my ears, her voice was soft and sweet.

Li Changhe did not respond, but looked at the old monk with a calm tone.

"Obviously, you said it wrong."