Because Mrs. Ren was not there, there was no incense in the small Buddhist temple, but the rich sandalwood smell emitted by the layers of tower fragrance made Qin Liuxi feel a little dull and disgusting when he walked into the Buddhist temple.

In addition to the pagoda incense, the altar also enshrines flowers, melons and fruits. It has not been changed for two days and is no longer fresh, and the flowers are even more wilted. Behind the altar, a Buddha statue is enshrined on an exquisite red sandalwood sacred platform, and there is a small purple gold incense burner in front of the Buddha.

With just one glance, Qin Liuxi knew that the Buddha statue was the same as the image in his hand, but not exactly the same because of the color.

The Buddha statues in the Buddhist temple are filled with a faint red color and are filled with blood, making the Buddha statue even more evil and makes people feel disgusted.

"Why is this color?" Ren Ting was shocked. He didn't see this color before.

Ren Mingguang was also very surprised. This Buddha statue was even more disliked and disgusted than what I saw before.

Qin Liuxi took two steps forward, looked at the Buddha statue with blood, frowned, and said, "Go and have someone check your wife's body, but there are wounds."

Ren Ting was shocked: "Young Master, what do you mean?"

"She may really serve the Buddha with her body and express her piety with her blood in her heart." Qin Liuxi said sarcastically.

Ren Mingguang heard this and saw a dark look in front of him: "I'm confused, she's really confused."

When the servant went to check, Qin Liuxi had already picked up the Buddha statue, and strands of blood-evil energy wanted to penetrate her body, cold and cold.

Qin Liuxi's eyebrows and eyes turned cold, and his hands were filled with warmth. The bloody aura seemed to have encountered a nemesis and disappeared. The Buddha statue held in his hand even cracked a little.

The footsteps came in a hurry, and the servant who returned home said to Ren Mingguang and the others: "When I go back to the master, after investigation, there were some knife marks on the wife's fingers."

Ren Mingguang shrank and said, "Why don't you say it when changing clothes?"

It should be easy to see on your fingers, but no one has ever mentioned these details.

The servant knelt down, his body trembled, and said, "I don't know."

"Go and spread it to Zhao's mother."

Qin Liuxi ignored them and asked about Mrs. Ren's birth date and horoscope. She pinched the Buddha statue and closed her eyes slightly, pinched her hands with her fingers, silently summoning the two souls and six spirits that Mrs. Ren lost in her heart.

It is not difficult to call this blood and energy as a medium, but Mrs. Ren's soul did not come back.

Qin Liuxi disconnected from the soul-summoning technique and his face was dark. This matter was a bit troublesome.

After Ren Mingguang's inquiries, Mrs. Ren has already been asking for help. As a show of sincerity, Mrs. Ren has served the Buddha with blood from her fingertips. It has been a few days since she has not let anyone reveal it.

Mrs. Ren is surrounded by her confidant, so she is naturally loyal to her. Although she thinks that it is inappropriate to worship Buddha in this way, it is not a big deal, so she hides it all.

Ren Mingguang was so angry that he kicked her over: "You old guy, your brain is in water, can you be stupid? Who can politely worship Buddha and wipe the Buddha statue with blood? It doesn't matter whether it's pickled or unlucky?"

Mother Zhao kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, and they dared not ignore the master's words.

Ren Mingguang still wanted to have an attack, and Qin Liuxi said, "It's not a question to pursue this now. Tell me, did you follow me in when my wife went to the small Buddhist temple that night? Do you know what she said?"

Mother Zhao shook her head: "No, the lady doesn't let us go in." She paused and said: "But the old slave vaguely heard a few words. What is the wife saying about willingness and serving her side forever."

Qin Liuxi pursed his lips. With these few words, he could almost think of what Mrs. Ren said in front of the Buddha.

With her almost crazy behavior, most of her soul was lost. I am afraid that she would sacrifice her soul to the so-called holy Buddha?

"Shoulder observer?"

Qin Liuxi talked about his guess, and the father and son's faces changed a little, and asked, "What will happen if the sacrifice is made?"

Qin Liuxi: "Sacrifice is sacrifice and sacrifice. The rules of heaven and earth are ignored, and even more so if you voluntarily sacrifice."

What is voluntary? You are willing to do it. What are you doing if you are in heaven?

Everything is your choice.

When Ren Mingguang and his son heard this, their faces turned pale.

Ren Ting took a deep breath and asked, "If this is the case, why are there still a soul and a spirit?"

"One is obsession. Two is that there are magical instruments and amulets that protect this soul and soul, so that she did not let her leave completely."

"Buddhist beads are Buddhist beads." Zhao's mother looked up and said, "After the lady came out of the Buddhist hall that night, the rosewood Buddhist beads she usually wore were broken. It was personally consecrated and given to her by Master Yuantong, the host of Ningwu Temple. She has been wearing it for many years and is often very smooth, but after it is broken..."

She thought about it, kowtowed and walked out, and soon took a small red box and came back, saying, "All the old slaves of the broken pearls are collected here."

Qin Liuxi took it and opened it. Not only did the beads inside were blemish, but some were still cracked, and there was no smoothness as Zhao's mother said.

"If it was given by a great monk, then this Buddhist bead would indeed help her block the soul from leaving her body." Qin Liuxi handed the box to Ren Ting.

They all knew that Mrs. Ren had worn a string of red sandalwood Buddhist beads all year round, and they also knew that it was very bright and moist, but now it was dull.

It must be that if the evil is blocked, the magic power will be lost.

Ren Ting's heart was cold. The bad news was no better than learning that his mother came because she pretended to die. Instead, she was worse. Because the lost soul was probably lost because her mother voluntarily sacrificed her. Then she was like a living dead, waiting for death!

When Ren Mingguang closed his eyes and opened them again, the ends of his eyes were a little scarlet. Obviously, he also thought of what his son was thinking, which was both anger and helpless.

You will be guilty of your own sins and cannot survive.

My wife’s move is to kill herself!

It's both lamentable and sad.

Ren Ting: "Young Master, can my mother's soul be retrieved?"

Qin Liu said west: "I have tried to summon souls just now, but I didn't respond."

Ren Ting's throat was choked.

Qin Liuxi looked at Zhao's mother again and asked, "What is this Buddhist temple called and where is it?"

"It's right in Nanwu Temple in Wanfoshan."

Qin Liuxi's backpack was moving: "What kind of temple is this? Why didn't I know there is such a temple?"

Everyone was startled and looked around. Who was talking?

Qin Liuxi patted his backpack and warned silently: I'll put you in a hot pot. Anyway, winter is coming, it's just about to warm your stomach!

Lai Gebao: Scum!

"Are you sure it's Nanwu Temple?" Qin Liuxi frowned and said, "Isn't it called Lingxu Palace?"

Did you guess wrong?

Isn’t this evil Buddha statue a rona dog thing?

"I haven't heard of Lingxu Palace. Is there such a temple?" Zhao's mother was very confused.

Standing at the door, Lan Xing was extremely disappointed, and her handsome face was cold.

Qin Liuxi said to Lan Xing: "Let's explore this Nanwu Temple first."
Chapter completed!