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

The green bird pecked at the rope on Yanjiu's wrist.

Then he sucked the blood from the wound in Yanjiu's palm, which was the reward Yanjiu promised to Xiaoniao.

Immediately, the bird turned into two wisps of smoke and dissipated in the air.

The old monk of Cihang Temple was negligent in that he only remembered that Yanjiu was Zhaoyaoshan's junior uncle, but he forgot that Yanjiu was also Yanyang's Xiangzhao.

The existence of Xiangzhao Bookstore is not limited to just a few years. This space has existed for thousands of years.

It's just that the names have been different over the millennia, and the masters are also different. The only similarity is that this space has been passed down from generation to generation, and the masters are all disciples who have entered the world.

Plants and trees, monsters, monsters, warlocks and alchemists...there are countless creatures that benefit from this space.

Since you have received a favor, you must give something back. This is a customary rule in this space and does not require a contract.

Most of the creatures that benefit from this dimension have received great favors, so most of these creatures keep their promises.

And this promise has continued since thousands of years ago. As long as the beneficiary does not die, the promise will not be extinguished...even if this space changes its owner.

Therefore, even if the old bald donkey sets up a contract-breaking spell and cuts off Yanjiu's connection with Le Feng and Le Chao, Yan Jiu can still call in many "helpers".

Everyone in the audience was already astonished. On the high platform, Yanjiu's every move was calm and even careless.

He slowly rubbed the marks on his wrists and walked forward lazily.

Yanjiu walked to the edge of the high platform and sat down casually.

The legs hanging on the outside of the high platform are crossed, arms folded...

There was a smile on Yanjiu's lips, and his eyes swept over everyone on the field one by one... like a fairy looking down on all living beings from above.

The moon was also completely on Yanjiu's side. The huge full moon hung over Yanjiu's head, which was a bit shocking to see.

Everyone in the audience was silent and frightened...but they didn't know where the fear came from.

Maybe it was Yanjiu sitting on the high platform... But Yanjiu was also the person with the weakest spiritual power on the field. Why does it make people feel scared?

The first person to regain consciousness was Bai Xingzhao. He was also a ruthless man. Regardless of the tendon of one hand being severed, he held the torch high with the other hand.

The firelight reflected half of Bai Xingzhao's face red, slightly cruel.

Half of Yanjiu's face turned red, and there was still a trace of compassion.

Bai Xingzhao turned around and faced the crowd, his voice loud and unashamed:

"Everyone has also seen that Yanjiu colluded with unknown spirits to trick my second aunt into cutting off my hand tendons.

Master Yunbei was right, Yanjiu should be killed. "

As he spoke, Bai Xingzhao looked at several respected elders of the Bai family:

"I also ask all uncles to help control Yanjiu's actions. Now the ceremony of worshiping the heaven has officially begun."

After finishing speaking, Bai Xingzhao turned to face the high platform. He raised his head and glanced at Yanjiu, revealing the coldest and most genuine smile since the two met.

Then, Bai Xingzhao held up the torch and burned it towards the pile of wood.

Soon the flames spread, climbing upward like a fiery snake.

The night was illuminated like day, and the moon behind Yanjiu seemed to have lost its arrogance.

Only Yanjiu remained calm and unhurried, neither dodging nor hiding, and still sat there indifferently.

The flames overlapped and were extremely grand, as if a throne had been piled up for Yanjiu, who was the arrogant king.

The uncles who were asked to control Yanjiu's movements looked at each other. Yanjiu didn't move at all...it seemed like they didn't need to control him.

Yanjiu really exceeded everyone's expectations. In many people's established impressions, Yanjiu should be as timid as a mouse and panicked.

He should be running around now, crying like a wolf and howling like a ghost.

But obviously, nothing happened as everyone imagined.

But fortunately... there is no need to guess anymore about Yanjiu, Yanjiu will be engulfed in flames soon.

But under the expectant eyes of everyone, the flames were about to reach the soles of Yanjiu's feet, but suddenly stopped.

It seemed like it was blocked by something.

Bai Xingzhao suddenly looked at Yanjiu. Yanjiu smiled slightly, stretched out his hand in the air and gently hugged her.

A cup of hot tea seemed to be in his hand from another dimension.

Yanjiu took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and then calmly said to Bai Xingzhao:

"Look what I do? It's just a space formation.

As soon as your master's two ropes binding my hands are broken free, the spell will be ineffective.

Is it possible that a small rune still wants to trap me for eternity? "

Everything in front of him was beyond Bai Xingzhao's cognition, the Yanjiu whom he regarded as a chess piece, the greedy and lustful Yanjiu who had no city to speak of.

It seemed that he had completely transformed into an existence that he didn't recognize, an unknowable existence.

Looking back on what happened before, it was as if Yanjiu was deliberately acting crazy and cooperating with his acting.

But at this time, Bai Xingzhao was more concerned about another thing: "What is my master's rune? What does it have to do with my master? My master has always been in the pure land of Buddhism."

Hearing this, Yanjiu lowered his arms and turned to support the edge of the high platform. He sneered:

"Your master lives in the pure land of Buddhism, but his heart is in the prosperous world of fame and fortune."

Saying that, Yanjiu tilted his head to look at Bai Xingzhao, quite playfully:

"What? Your master didn't tell you about the runes? Then he certainly didn't tell you about the magic to shield the contract around here."

Bai Xingzhao was puzzled: "Rune, spell..."

Yanjiu "very kindly" explained Bai Xingzhao's doubts:

"It's very simple, you use me as a chess piece, and your master uses you as a chess piece.

I'm afraid that he incited you to kill me and exposed the so-called Yunbei manuscript in front of you.

He uses you as a knife, but your knife is neither sharp nor easy to use. "

After hearing this, many small things happened in Bai Xingzhao's mind, and when he connected everything together, it seemed that his master was indeed guiding him to kill Yanjiu.

At first, I didn't want to use the inkstone to offer sacrifices to heaven.

Bai Xingzhao stared at Yanjiu gloomily, he was duplicity:

"Don't talk nonsense. My master has high moral character and abides by the rules and precepts. Why did he want to kill you? What reason did he have to kill you?"

Yan Jiu was very disdainful and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Because as a monk, he is greedy... greed is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant."

Yanjiu found it interesting and chuckled:

"Really, the old bald donkey is already so old and will be buried soon.

Still planning some of these things. "

Everyone in the audience: "..." Old bald donkey? Buried in peace?

Bai Xingzhao couldn't understand what Yanjiu was talking about. He angrily defended his master's reputation: "Don't talk nonsense."

Yanjiu was very considerate: "Okay, I won't talk nonsense." After saying that, he spread his hands and said, "Then let's talk about current things."

Yanjiu stretched, glanced at everyone on the field, and muttered to himself: "It's true, not a single big shot came here."

In the midst of everyone's blank stares, Yan Jiu made a hand gesture.

There are thousands of sorcerer's hand techniques, divided into different categories, but no one has ever seen Yanjiu's hand techniques.

What did Yanjiu, an illegitimate child with low spiritual power, learn?

While everyone was puzzled, there were sounds in their ears, rustling and noisy.

It seemed like many people were running towards a narrow door and huddled together at the door.

Yanjiu sighed helplessly and muttered: "There are no big bosses here today, so we don't need many people to come and help..."

But Yan Jiu still stretched out his little finger and drew a horizontal line in the void. At the same time, he faintly said the word "expand".

In an instant, a door appeared in the void, a very wide door.

Ghosts, elves, monsters... stumbled out of the door...