The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Bai Xingzhao wiped the blood stains on the dagger gracefully with a handkerchief.

He was gentle when talking to Yanjiu, but his expressions were sad and sympathetic.

He really looks like a Buddhist who had to wet his hands with blood to save all sentient beings.

Bai Xingzhao explained to Yanjiu:

"Yanjiu, there will be a great disaster in Yanyang, and one person must be sacrificed to heaven. Unfortunately, your horoscope and destiny are perfect. For the sake of justice, I have to sacrifice you.

I believe that as a bloodline of the Bai family, you must be deeply proud. "

Hearing this, Yanjiu smiled contemptuously, which was a bit beyond Bai Xingzhao's expectation.

He thought Yanjiu would cry and curse, or even struggle to escape, but he didn't expect Yanjiu to be so calm.

Yanjiu said slowly: "Bai Xingzhao, you may not know that a long time ago, I unilaterally severed ties with the Bai family, and I am not considered a descendant of the Bai family.

If you let me go now, there will still be room for discussion.

If you don't let go, Yan Yang will really be in disaster..."

Bai Xingzhao sighed. He looked at the crowd under the high platform. The crowd was crowded and quiet:

"Yanjiu, it's not up to me to let go now, and it's not up to you to stop being a descendant of the Bai family.

There is no choice in this matter today. "

As he said that, the corners of Bai Xingzhao's eyes turned red, and he patted Yanjiu on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I will save you."

The crowd below began to whisper, and most of them were praising Bai Xingzhao for his kindness.

At this time, Yanjiu asked the last question he wanted to ask: "Who told you to sacrifice me to heaven. Bai Xingzhao, don't you practice Buddhism not to kill?"

This question also brought up Bai Xingzhao's worries, but he was prepared. Bai Xingzhao took out a yellowing book:

"Master Yunbei of Cihang Temple predicted a hundred years ago that he would sacrifice you to heaven in his manuscript.

For the sake of more life, it is not impossible to kill. "

Yan Jiu looked at the piece of paper in Bai Xingzhao's hand and found it quite ridiculous:

"Master Yunbei? Bai Xingzhao, I'm afraid you were deceived by that old bald donkey of your master.

Master Yunbei is a highly respected warrior monk who is not good at divination and prediction.

Don’t you have any idea about what happened at Cihang Temple? "

Bai Xingzhao was slightly startled, seemingly panicked for a moment, and then quickly recovered.

He felt that Yan Jiu was a little out of control today, which was even more strange, so Bai Xingzhao did not say much, but walked down the high platform to start the sacrificial ceremony.

On the high platform, Yanjiu closed his eyes and summoned Le Feng from the bottom of his heart... However, Le Feng was nowhere to be seen.

Everyone in the audience looked at Yanjiu and closed his eyes as if they were laughing. Everyone thought Yanjiu was afraid.

The final fate of this illegitimate child was to be burned to death, which is really sad.

They looked at Yanjiu disapprovingly, but saw Yanjiu suddenly opening his eyes.

His eyes were cold and seemed to be slightly sullen, and his cold anger made those peach blossom eyes look even more demonic.

Yanjiu couldn't summon Le Feng, so he looked around.

However, he saw that there were spells to block the contract around him. Once the contract was blocked, Yanjiu, as the one who formed the contract, would not be able to summon Le Feng and Le Chao.

He tried the space formation again, but found that the rope binding his wrists had runes... which were runes that stabilized space.

To others, this rune is uncommon and useless.

But for Yanjiu, it was able to suppress the formation he was best at.

The old bald donkey of Cihang Temple really had all his plans, so Yanjiu was a little angry.

After scanning the eyes of everyone in the audience, who were either expecting or gloating about the misfortune, Yanjiu felt that disaster was indeed coming.

I have been dealing with me for a long time, and I would rather be me.

Yanjiu felt that he had been unpopular since he was born. He had a weak horoscope and a bad fate. He was so suitable to be a disaster. Today he didn't want to be a gentleman.

Follow your heart and make a good disaster.

The second aunt of the Bai family stood in the crowd, silent and with no expression on her face.

Everyone said that after Bai Xinglu's death, Mrs. Bai's temperament became much gentler after fasting and chanting Buddha's name.

But no one knew that Mrs. Bai had no choice.

At this time, Mrs. Bai's second wife heard Yanjiu's voice in her ears: "You can cut off Bai Xingzhao's hand tendons with a knife, and I will save Bai Xinglu's soul."

Xu felt that it was unkind to take advantage of a mother like this, so Yanjiu added: "Don't worry, I'll make sure you stay out of it in the end."

……

Bai Xingzhao was preparing a poem at the table when he noticed someone tapping his shoulder.

Turning around, he saw Mrs. Bai standing behind him. Bai Xingzhao asked in confusion, "Second Aunt? Is something wrong?"

As soon as Bai Xingzhao finished speaking, Mrs. Bai quickly pulled out the dagger from Bai Xingzhao's waist and slashed at Bai Xingzhao's wrist without hesitation.

A decisive knife with no retreat, a knife that cuts deep into the bones.

Bai Xingzhao had no defense against the second aunt of the Bai family. He was stunned at first, and then Bai Xingzhao didn't even feel pain.

But he felt that he couldn't control his right hand, couldn't bend it, couldn't hold it tightly.

He could only let his right hand accept the call of gravity and hang on his wrist, and then the blood flow would not stop.

The crowd first let out exclamations, and those who reacted quickly stepped forward to stop Bai Xingzhao's bleeding.

Bai Xingzhao looked at Mrs. Bai in surprise: "Why?"

Mrs. Bai Er just glanced at Yanjiu hesitantly.

Bai Xingzhao also followed Mrs. Bai's gaze and looked over.

On the high platform, Yanjiu smiled casually: "Curious why? It's simple, because you tied me here, I'm not happy, and you can't feel better either.

Didn't you say that disaster is coming? Let me warm you up first. "

Bai Xingzhao could no longer maintain his dignity. He looked at Yanjiu with an eerie expression:

"What nonsense are you talking about."

Mrs. Bai Er had already stepped aside, and she said with some urgency: "I have done what you said."

In Yanjiu, Mrs. Bai Er said: "Don't worry, I will do what I promised you." He and Bai Xinglu had settled their past grudges.

Bai Xingzhao looked at Mrs. Bai Er and asked urgently: "What did he promise you? Are you going to do this..."

Mrs. Bai's second wife said: "Lu Lu, Lu Lu, he..."

Bai Xingzhao: "Bai Xinglu? Isn't Bai Xinglu dead?"

Hearing this, Mrs. Bai looked at Yan Jiu in fear.

However, Yan Jiu looked at Bai Xingzhao and smiled horribly:

"Then guess how Bai Xinglu died? Bai Xinglu had no choice at the time.

But I can give you a choice. How do you want to die? "

Bai Xingzhao: "Yanjiu, are you crazy? Look at what you look like now, you are not worthy of me talking nonsense here..." Bai Xingzhao has gradually given up his compassionate image.

He originally wanted to burn the inkstone directly.

But before the torch was lit, blue birds were seen flying in the air. The birds gathered in a pile and were untying the rope that bound Yanjiu's wrists.