"Sister Bai Ling, Hei Gusha, and I Seng, were the same senior brothers at that time, and they also worshiped the disciples. The magic they learned is naturally in line with each other."

"But it is precisely because of the same lineage that to a certain extent, the magic of Im monk and Senior Brother Hei Bone Sha is mutually reborn and cannot be integrated."

"But now, after the Black Bone Sha broke up with the poor monk, he has been using the child's resentment to practice, thereby consolidating and improving his own practice."

"Although his magic power has increased greatly and his strength is far above that of the poor monk, he has finally become a demon and has entered a path of evil. I am afraid he will not be able to turn back now."

Speaking of this, Nagarjuna seemed to sigh, shook her head gently, and her eyebrows were filled with regret.

"Then these blood resentment insects are the evil tricks that Black Bone Sha has been using all the time?" I couldn't help but ask him.

"That's right."

Nagarjuna nodded with certainty and said, "This kind of evil technique is very strange. If the host planted with this kind of insect, he will die in three months and suffer extraordinary torture."

"And if this kind of evil technique is to be implemented, it needs to have an introduction."

Nagarjuna said, and his eyes suddenly opened slowly and fell into the string of red Buddhist beads that I was holding tightly in my hand.

Seeing him suddenly looking at the string of red Buddhist beads, I subconsciously lowered my head.

The red Buddhist beads in front of me that were tightly held in my hand were red all over, as if stained with blood, and were dazzlingly red.

It seems that blood can flow back and forth, with a luster and amazingly bright.

"You mean, this introduction is..."

I looked at Nagarjuna's eyes and kept on the red Buddhist beads, and I hesitated in my heart and had a rough guess.

"That's right, it's really as what Mr. Zhao thought."

Nagarjuna nodded without hesitation, confirming my guess: "The blood-red Buddhist bead in Zhao Shizhu's hand is the introduction to this kind of evil technique."

"So that's the case. No wonder Heigusha took the red Buddhist beads so seriously just now. In order not to let me take them away, he even used such a big illusion to trap me."

I nodded with great enlightenment and couldn't help asking, "What's the origin of this Buddhist bead? It's so powerful."

Nagarjuna coughed and continued to say in his thin voice: "The name of this red Buddhist bead is the Blood Resentment Bead."

"The blood resentment beads are made of the deceased soul's deciduous teeth. In other words, the beads in your hand are all made by the black bones that remove the child's deciduous teeth and carve them."

Nagarjuna's voice was understated, as if such a thing would not have a big impact on him.

But now I am like a frightened bird. When he said this, I was so scared that my whole body trembled. The red Buddhist beads in my hand were like hot potatoes. I quickly threw them aside without thinking.

I didn’t expect that this Black Bone Sha was so evil. I just thought that this Buddhist bead should be a good thing, so I was kept holding it in the palm of my hand.

But now it seems that this is clearly a sinister thing, and these are all the baby teeth of the vengeful spirit!

"This thing is really scary." I shook my head and watched the string of Buddhist beads thrown on the bed by me, but I never dared to reach out to get it again.

On the contrary, Nagarjuna stretched out his hand calmly and held the red Buddhist beads in the palm of his hand.

"Don't worry, don't worry," his voice sounded more and more powerless: "This red Buddhist bead will only work if it is held in the hands of the person who practices the magic. It is just a dead object in our hands and will not have an impact on us."

I breathed a sigh of relief, but my heart was still raised high.

As long as the blood resentment insect on my body is not solved for a day, I will not be able to feel completely at ease in one day.

I opened my mouth and wanted to ask something more, but I saw Nagarjuna start coughing violently.

Seeing that his body became weaker and weaker, there was no way to support him and talk to me, I had to give up asking and pat his shoulder gently.

After his breath gradually stabilized again, I held the Buddhist beads that were becoming more and more disgusting as I looked at them, and stood up.

"Master, let's take a break first. When you have almost finished resting, I'll come to you to suppress the insects on your body."

Nagarjuna nodded reluctantly and called me again as I was about to turn around and leave.

"Is there anything else for the master?"

I turned around and saw Nagarjuna smiling at me apologetically.

"Sorry, if it weren't for the younger brother of me and me, I wouldn't have let Mr. Zhao encounter such a thing one after another."

"But I also know that it's useless to say more, cough cough," Longshu coughed again and said gasping: "When tomorrow morning, donor Zhao will come to my room after breakfast. I will first suppress the blood resentment insects on Donor Zhao's body for Donor Zhao, and then tell Donor Zhao what to do next."

Although he did blame these two people in his heart, he saw that Nagarjuna had done this for me and did not say anything to blame him.

"It's okay, Master, let's take a break first, I'll come here tomorrow morning."

I nodded in understanding and turned around and left.

I opened the door and stood in the yard. I watched the sky gradually getting darker, and I felt more and more puzzled.

I have no other extravagant desires in my heart now, I just want to get rid of such terrible things as soon as possible. Being able to live peacefully is more important than anything else.

At this moment, I had no intention of eating or sleeping, so I just sat alone in the yard with my chin, looking at the moon gradually rising in the sky, silently dazed.

"What are you thinking? So engrossed."

At this moment, Baoshu's voice sounded from behind. I turned my head and found that he had closed the door of Nagarjuna, walked slowly beside me, and sat side by side on the stone steps with me.

"nothing."

I shook my head with some sorrow, and the smile on my face was even worse than crying: "I just miss homesick, and I miss my mother who is still in my hometown."

I don’t know how my mother was doing during the period I left.

Baoshu's expression was stunned at first, then nodded: "That's right."

After saying that, we were silent again.

After a while, the sound of Baoshu sounded softly in the quiet night.

"When I was in that secret passage before, next to the blood pool, my brother had used all his strength and both suffered losses from Heijisha."

"Although my brother was seriously injured, Heigusha was not much better. Now he is seriously injured, and the resentful spirit has also been greatly damaged, so he has not come to chase us for the time being."

"But if he recovers slowly, even if he only recovers one hundredth of his ability, he will definitely make a comeback and attack you and me again."
Chapter completed!