The old monk is not in a hurry, but that does not mean that Qin Mu is not in a hurry. Seeing the golden brilliance dissipating little by little, Qin Mu is like an ant on a hot pot, spinning around, but he cannot go up to help. At this moment, the two sides are confronting each other, no matter where they are.

No matter who the three parties help, the competing forces in the middle will cause backlash from both parties.

The old monk shouted a long Buddha's name: "Amitabha." I don't know if Qin Mu was dazzled, but he actually saw the golden eye in the sky blinking, and it was like a substantial golden brilliance was transmitted from the eye, shining on the old monk.

On the monk's body.

In an instant, gold pushed back into black, and the woman in white spit out blood again.

Qin Mu noticed that there was an eye in the old monk's palm.

That eye was very similar to the eye in the palm of the Buddha statue. It was half open and half closed. Then he looked at the golden eye in the sky. Especially the golden eye in the sky blinked innocently at Qin Mu. Qin Mu felt that

Some thought flashed across my mind, and I wanted to catch it but couldn't.

Her face looked a little pale, not as leisurely as before. The strangest thing was that her blood was still bright red at first, but then it turned a sickly black color, as if she had been poisoned.

"Amitabha..." The old monk stopped when he saw that he was good. He shouted the Buddha's name and closed his eyes.

Qin Mu just looked stupid, staring at the golden eye in the sky, and then at the old monk, full of doubts.

"Thank you, donor." The old monk seemed to know what Qin Mu was thinking, and bowed slightly and said.

"Don't dare." Qin Mu quickly stepped aside, not daring to accept the old monk's bow. He was joking. I don't know how old the old monk was, and his cultivation was also great. Qin Mu couldn't bear the bow from such an eminent monk.

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Qin Mu was still confused as to why the old monk wanted to thank him as soon as they met him, but he didn't do anything after thinking about it.

"If the donor hadn't worked hard to bring the Buddha from the lake far to the east, the poor monk wouldn't have been able to sustain it for so long." The old monk clasped his hands together and said slowly.

Qin Mu suddenly realized that the underwater giant Buddha belonged to their family. The old monk's combat power increased dramatically after being carried over. No wonder the woman in white had a resentful look on her face when she saw him. Even if it were Qin Mu, Qin Mu would not

Resentment.

However, the old monk's words still made Qin Mu a little confused. Didn't he look quite fierce? No matter whether he could carry the Buddha over or not, the old monk could still persist. Besides, he had nothing to do with the water monkey.

The old monk was so grateful for being able to do such a stupid thing, such a trivial thing.

The woman in white recovered her injuries and looked at Qin Mu and the old monk with a look of resentment. During the deadlock, a weak call made the three people present stunned, "Wenxiu..." That was Sikong Wenzheng's.

sound.

The black line on Qin Mu's head, the effect of this witch song is too short, it shouldn't be. Just a few minutes later, Sikong Wenzheng woke up, and Qin Mu quickly looked over.

This Sikong Wenzheng seemed to be talking in his sleep, muttering: "Wenxiu, Wenxiu..." He was not seen waking up.

Wenxiu, the woman lying peacefully in the ice coffin suddenly flashed in Qin Mu's mind, or the smiling woman in Sikong Wenzheng's pocket watch, the love of Sikong Wenzheng's life.

Qin Mu finally understood why he felt familiar when he first saw the woman in white, because the woman in white looked exactly like Wenxiu.

Qin Mu was shocked by this discovery: "Are you Wenxiu? Sikong Wenzheng's wife?"

"It was before, and it is still now." The woman in white always looked at Qin Mu with resentful eyes and said this lightly.

"Aren't you dead?" Qin Mu was speechless by Wenxiu's tone of voice, and thought to herself, even if you want to declare Sikong Wenzheng's sovereignty, don't say it to a big man.

"The donor is really funny. Do you think the person confronting you is a human being?" The old monk couldn't stand it anymore and opened his mouth.

Qin Mu was made a big blush. By the way, Sikong Mansion has long been known as a haunted house. How could anyone live in such a place full of ghosts? Moreover, this small island in the middle of the lake is so beautiful. Maybe it was the haunted house back then.

When Sikong Wenzheng renovated his mansion, he built it for his beloved wife Wenxiu to live in.

That's why we saw Wenxiu's ghost on the small island in the middle of the lake, because Wenxiu died after giving birth to Sikong Lu not long after Sikong Wenzheng came to this mansion.

Qin Mu felt a little uncomfortable knowing that the woman in white was actually Wenxiu's soul. He didn't know why Wenxiu was confronting the old monk, and it seemed that Wenxiu had the upper hand.

He didn't pay attention at first, he was too busy marveling at the old monk's instant runes, and didn't notice the thin layer of deathly energy surrounding the old monk's body.

It only appears on people who are dying.

"That's not the person you imagined." The old monk smiled and shook his head, with a hint of helplessness in it. Looking at Qin Mu's tangled face, you knew what he was thinking.

"No?" Qin Muzai looked at Wenxiu on the pavilion carefully. By the way, even if Wenxiu has been dead for more than 20 years, she is just a ghost that has been around for a long time, and a living soul is giving birth to a child.

When he died in an accident, apart from his own obsession, there was no resentment at all, so he would not have such black energy to attack the old monk.

So who is the woman in white standing in the attic now, wearing ancient clothes?

Qin Mu suddenly had a bold idea in his head. The ancestor of the Sikong family was also called Sikong Wenzheng. So, was Mrs. Sikong who worshiped the black puppet also called Wenxiu?

While Qin Mu was still flying in the air, Wenxiu upstairs suddenly took action.

Every time this woman made a move, it was unexpected. She never said hello and came whenever she wanted. The black sky seemed to darken. Qin Mu looked at the only light source and saw that the golden eyes looked aggrieved.

Surrounded by a layer of black gas visible to the naked eye, the entire sky became much darker.

It felt like the sky had fallen, and it was so dark that people couldn't breathe. Black shadows condensed from the sky, like magic weapons descending from the sky, but this magic weapon was obviously not here to help Qin Mu.

"Donor, come here." The old monk waved to Qin Mu very loyally. Qin Mu hesitated for a moment and dragged Sikong Wenzheng over as he walked over. He would go back to give Sikong Lu a job, even if it was a corpse.

They have to be dragged back too.

When the old monk saw Qin Mu dragging Sikong Wenzheng, a smile appeared on his face. I don't know if it was Qin Mu's misunderstanding, but he always felt that there was a kind of approval in the old monk's eyes.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and Qin Mu realized that the entire sky was actually made up of countless ghosts and black energy. Those ghosts descended from the sky with terrifying auras, and slowly condensed into human shapes in an endless stream.

The atmosphere fell into a deadlock for a while. Qin Mu and the old monk stood back to back, while Sikong Wenzheng casually threw them aside. The black resentment was overwhelming, but the golden eyes were stubbornly shining, shining on Qin Mu and the old monk.
Chapter completed!