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If Butler Lin was still the same as usual and saw my expression, he might be so angry that he would hit me on the spot.

Unfortunately, he has trouble even talking now.

"you you"

"Uncle Lin, Li Yunfeng is here to save you." Zhan Lan hurriedly stepped forward to explain.

"He, he can be so kind?" Butler Lin couldn't believe it and said with difficulty.

"He is actually a very good person. All the previous misunderstandings were all misunderstandings." Zhan Lan smiled at him, then turned to look at me.

"can we start?"

"certainly!"

Butler Lin's eyes changed obviously, as if I was trying to trick him.

"Steward Lin, don't think too much. You are not worthy of my concern. I only saved you for Miss Zhan's sake."

I walked over directly, took out the superior talisman that shone with golden light, and stuck it on the back of Butler Lin's neck.

"Let's wait outside. The rest is up to him." I clapped my hands and said to Lan Dao with a relaxed expression.

"But I'm worried." Zhan Lan was uneasy.

"There's nothing to worry about. He'll look ugly later. Be careful you'll have nightmares at night after watching it."

The golden talisman had already ignited a flame. I pulled Zhan Lan out of the ward and closed the door.

There was no urging, I knew she would be willing to return the marriage talisman to me only after seeing that Butler Lin was okay.

"Ahhh!"

Not long after, Butler Lin's screams like a pig being slaughtered came from the ward.

"Uncle Lin, is he okay?" Zhan Lan was very nervous.

"Don't worry, you have to endure some hardships if you want to be reborn." I didn't care.

Zhan Lan frowned, looked at me, and resisted the urge to enter the ward.

After more than half an hour, the ward calmed down.

"Uncle Lin?"

"There is one last step, don't come in yet."

Without waiting for Zhan Lan to ask more questions, I opened the door and walked into the ward. I took out a basin from the bathroom and placed it behind the unconscious housekeeper Lin.

On the back of his neck, large groups of black tentacles were dancing slightly, giving people goosebumps.

The yellow paper was put into the brazier and lit, and the tentacles quickly turned into ashes.

"Miss Zhan, you can come in." I poured the ashes into the toilet, flushed them into the sewer, and shouted outside.

Zhan Lan hurriedly ran in to check on Butler Lin.

"He just passed out and will be fine when he wakes up." I washed my hands, "By the way, how is Lin Xuan doing now?"

"It's okay. He's in the next ward. Do you want to see him?"

"No, I feel relieved knowing that he is fine." I stretched out my hand in front of Zhan Lan, "Can you give me the marriage charm?"

"Oh, I should." Zhan Lan bit his lip, "Before I give it back to you, can I ask you a few questions?"

"What?:

"Let's go out and talk without disturbing Uncle Lin's rest."

"OK."

Walking out of the ward, Zhan Lan held the marriage charm tightly, his expression was tangled, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"What do you want to ask? Can you hurry up? I have something else to do." I urged.

"Well, what is the girl you like like?" She took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to look at me.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just curious."

"My affairs are not worthy of your curiosity. We are from two different walks of life, and we are destined not to get along." I shook my head calmly.

"But, Li Yunfeng, I..." Zhan Lan looked at me deeply, his eyes filled with mist.

After looking at me with wide eyes, she suddenly threw the marriage charm at me.

"Nothing, give it back to you, bastard!"

"Thank you. From now on, we are clear."

I took the marriage charm that was wet with sweat, turned around and left Dongchen Hospital without looking back.

When I returned to the village in the city, I lit a fire and burned the marriage charm.

This thing is too harmful.

Zhan Lan's sadness is only temporary. Once the effect is over, she will soon forget who I, Li Yunfeng, am.

Once this trouble is solved, I can concentrate on solving the matter of the small coffin.

This thing can't be burned with fire, how to crack it?

Is it possible that we have no choice but to ask Wang Laizi for help?

Forget it, he repeatedly warned me not to follow the path of evil cultivators, but within two days I followed him.

It's better to think of a solution on your own first. Don't go to him until you have no choice. This will save him a lot of verbosity.

I closed the doors and windows tightly, turned on the light, and opened the paper-cutting book.

The method of cracking the paper puppet is very simple, just burn it with fire, but the small coffin is different.

The red paint on the surface is really human blood, full of resentment.

If I were buried in a dream, I really wouldn't be able to wake up.

Thinking of this, my heart moved.

If the power that makes the small coffin effective is resentment, then if I resolve the resentment, wouldn’t the problem be solved?

There are two ways to resolve resentment, one is to transcend it, the other is to eliminate it directly.

If I still have the strength to use the second method, let’s try transcendence first.

I found a piece of white cloth, wrapped the small red coffin, and drove to the suburbs.

I want to find a temple with strong incense and seek help from eminent monks.

after an hour.

I stood at the grand entrance of Yunhua Temple, the largest temple in Dongzhou.

After entering, I paid for a stick of incense and then went to find a young monk and told him that I was in trouble and wanted to ask a senior monk for help.

The young monk looked embarrassed and said that the senior monk was meditating and should not be disturbed.

I immediately donated a sum of money for incense and begged again and again.

The young monk looked impressed by my sincerity and took me to the Zen room in the backyard to sit down. I poured tea and then went to invite the old monk.

After about a cup of tea, the young monk came back with an old monk.

The old monk was wearing a red cassock, his head was as bald as a braised egg, his white eyebrows and beard drooped on his old face, his hands were clasped together and his face was pious, giving him the temperament of an accomplished monk.

"Donor, this is Zen Master Taixu from our temple. He is the most profound master in our temple." The young monk introduced.

"Hello, Zen Master Taixu." I bowed respectfully.

"Amitabha!" Zen Master Taixu slowly recited a Buddhist name and looked at me a few times. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he didn't show it.

"At first glance, the donor seems to have a deep connection with Buddhism. What kind of problem does he encounter? Don't tell me. Maybe the old monk can solve the problem for the donor."

"The master is kind-hearted and compassionate, so I won't be polite." I took out the small red coffin from my backpack and placed it on the table.

Taixu's brows suddenly jumped and he narrowed his eyes in fear.

"Donor, where did this evil thing come from?" The way he looked at me also changed.

"I accidentally picked it up on the road. As a result, I had a nightmare that night. I dreamed that I was put in a coffin and had to be buried."

I cried sadly.

"When I looked the next day, there was a paper figure inside the coffin, with my birthday written on it."

"I'm really scared. How come this happened to me? Master, please help me!"

"No wonder the evil spirit in the donor's body turned out to be the reason why he got this evil thing." Taixu's eyes at me softened a little, but he still had doubts.

"But why would you, an ordinary person, pick up such a powerful evil thing?"