Chapter 3909
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"I know what I'm doing." White Eyebrows raised his hand to signal for them to stop talking.
Fengjiu looked at him and asked, "What do you want me to do for you?"
"Haha, there's no rush. Let's talk about it after you get the golden lotus!" White Eyebrows said.
Master Yi Jie sat quietly at the side with his palms pressed together as he looked at Fengjiu. He didn't show any surprise at White Eyebrows' words, as if he already knew it would be like this.
"Benefactor, raise your head and look at the Buddha's eyes." White Eyebrows said with a kind expression.
Fengjiu lifted her head and looked at the Buddha in the hall. When her clear eyes met the Buddha's eyes, her heart trembled. It was as if a scene of the world flashed before her eyes.
"The ancient golden lotus is inside there. Benefactor, go and look for it!" White Eyebrows said. He raised his hand and a ray of light flashed. Fengjiu, who was sitting cross-legged on the praying mat, disappeared from the hall.
"Master?"
Leng Hua was slightly stunned. He looked around and couldn't help but look up at the Buddha's eyes. However, he only felt a blur in front of his eyes and he fainted.
Looking at the fainted Leng Hua, White Eyebrows said to the monks on his left and right, "Send this benefactor to rest!"
"Yes." The eight monks on both sides responded. They suppressed the shock in their hearts and got up to bring Leng Hua out, handing him over to his disciples to settle down.
After they left, Master Yi Jie asked, "Sacred Buddha, are you planning to give the ancient golden lotus to that female benefactor?"
White Eyebrows smiled and said, "You and I both know that she's not an ordinary person. Buddha is merciful. If she really needs the sacred item of Buddha, there's no harm in giving it to her."
He stopped laughing and put his palms together as he murmured, "Amitabha. I just don't know if she can get the ancient golden lotus …"
Master Yi Jie also murmured softly. He lowered his eyes with his palms together.
At the same time, Fengjiu felt his world turn upside down. The scene in front of him changed, and when he calmed down, he found himself in a place filled with blood.
She looked around and saw that she was surrounded by a forest. There were no corpses on the ground, but there was blood on the ground. The smell of blood filled the air, and there were faint cries and screams coming from the forest.
"Give me back my life … give me back my life …"
"Fengjiu, Fengjiu … come down and accompany us …"
The sound was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, echoing in her ears. She frowned and looked, only to see that the scene in front of her changed again. The original forest became pitch-black, and gusts of chilly wind whistled from the forest, making one's hair stand on end.
Feng Jiu's brows furrowed as he watched the scene before him change. What was this place? Why was she here? Why would there be such a bloody place in Buddhism?
The bell at her waist shook, making crisp jingling sounds. She gathered her thoughts and walked forward. The ghosts around her were howling, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, as if waiting for an opportunity to pounce on her.
She glanced around coldly. Just as she was about to look away, she caught a glimpse of a ghostly figure. It looked like the cultivator who had died in her hands before.
She was shocked and thought to herself, "This isn't a place of Buddhism. Could it be that this is her own illusory memory? No, that's not right. If it's an illusory memory, these people shouldn't have appeared. "
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