Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 242 Two Curses Resist
"hiss……"

Xiaoqing, who was wrapped comfortably in her sleeves, suddenly rushed out like a panic, but this time, it actually bared its fangs at its master, Murong Jiujiu.

As if looking very vigilant, the green snake body jumped tightly.

Once there was a sudden change, he immediately pulled the two men who were vain and succumbing to the snake back to reality at the same time, only to see Murong Jiujiu standing there with a dull expression.

But a pair of pupils turned into an abnormal gray, and traces of blood remained in the mouth, which looked strange and permeable.

"A long time..."

Baili Yuhua's face darkened, as if he also felt something unusual.

"Don't touch her."

But Chu Xiyu exclaimed, then quickly jumped off the horse, rushed over and said: "She is bewitched, someone is casting a spell on her."

"Sorcerer!"

Baili Yuhua has been abroad for many years, and naturally he has heard of sorcery, especially in Xishan, where the methods are extremely vicious and vicious, so they have been resisted and disgusted by many countries.

But how could Murong Jiujiu be bewitched suddenly?
Over there, Chu Xiyu was already worried and quickly ordered, "Come here, please invite Master Lingzhi from the Blue Pagoda Temple, hurry up, and say that human life is at stake."

"Yes."

Someone has already been ordered to go.

Baili Yuhua didn't seem to trust Chu Xiyu's people, so he made people go as quickly as possible, and then picked up Murong Jiujiu, who was bewitched and stunned, by the waist, and sent him to Murong Mansion.

As for Murong Jiujiu himself.

She seemed to have lost her sobriety, but her consciousness was surprisingly clear. She could feel the anxious look on Chu Xiyu's face, and even Baili Yuhua's heartbroken eyes.

For a moment, her heart ached even worse, and she could only watch helplessly as the bloody little hands grabbed her heart, and the baby's shrill and evil cries could be heard in her ears.

As if to devour her completely.

Deafening.

And just when she was about to be unable to endure the torture and lose her mind, bursts of tinkling piano music suddenly came from her ears.

The melodious and melodious piano music touched the soul, giving people a very strange feeling.

And the appearance of this zither sound immediately replaced that shrill cry.

Murong Jiujiu, whose consciousness was almost tense, heaved a sigh of relief, after all, listening to this piano music is much more comfortable than listening to that ear-piercing cry.

At this time, the mist cleared before her eyes, and she saw a woman in a Chinese dress sitting in front of a simple long piano, playing seriously amidst the green smoke.

The world is long, and the music of the piano is faint.

Murong Jiujiu remembered that she seemed to have had such a dream, but at this moment she knew that it was not a dream.

And just when Murong Jiujiu was completely intoxicated by the zither music, the jade bowl containing the Heart Addiction Curse in the abandoned house on the outskirts of the capital trembled even more.

But it seems to be suppressed by something powerful, and it may shatter at any time.

"How is this going?"

Ming Yin, who was wearing a black gauze hat, instantly changed her face. This heart-absorbing curse came from her hand, and she carried the karma attached to this heart-absorbing curse.

Either her evil opponent died, or she died.

She originally thought that killing Murong Jiujiu would be easy, but she never expected that such a sudden change would happen once the jade bowl was completely suppressed by that unknown force.

This is the time for the backlash of the evil curse.

The master said that once an evil curse strikes back, it will inflict double terror on the caster. Therefore, since ancient times, those who practice evil will not easily do it without being completely sure.

Obviously, she has already counted that bitch's fate, but how could an ordinary fate suddenly turn back, could it be... Mingyin suddenly thought of another possibility.

That is.

Murong Jiujiu probably has another blood curse on her body, which repels her blood curse, but it is obvious that this other curse caster's morality is definitely higher than hers.

"no……"

She can't sit still like this.

Suddenly, Mingyin's eyes showed a fierce look, and he bit his own finger fiercely, and immediately the blood sprayed down, and it fell mottled on the tightly clasped jade bowl, making a sound of stains.

It was as if water droplets fell on the hot iron plate, and turned into blood mist in an instant.

And in the jade bowl, the black mist that had been suppressed suddenly rose up again as if it had received some order, and the jade bowl made a trembling sound.

On the other hand, Mingyin's complexion was snow-white and panicked after casting this spell.

The shrill baby crying, accompanied by heart-piercing pain, rang out from Murong Jiujiu's ears again, even several times harsher than before.

Murong Jiujiu's brows that had just been stretched out were wrinkled again in pain, and even the sound of the piano in his ears seemed to be blurred a lot.

But at this moment, there was a burst of blazing heat on her forehead.

Murong Jiujiu seemed to see a piece of jade rippling in front of her eyes, looking carefully, it seemed to be a square jade pendant, the jade pendant was firmly pressed against her forehead like iron.

But there was no pain, but a sense of comfort that I had never felt before.

Along with this strange sense of comfort, the ear-piercing cries and the pain in the heart subsided like a tide again, turning into the previous piano sound.

Inside Murong Mansion.

Quiet needles can be heard.

And Master Lingzhi was finally picked up quickly, only to see that he was wearing a dark old cassock, with a haggard face. According to legend, this monk is nearly a hundred years old.

He once taught Zen for three generations of emperors. He is regarded as the most respected monk among Dongyue monks, and he has traveled abroad all the year round.

According to legend, on the day of Chu Xiyu's birth, this Lingzhi master traveled back to Dongyue, looked at the location of the Chu Palace, and said that there is a son in the Chu Palace, and there is a destiny with the Buddha.

He intends to accept Chu Xiyu as a closed disciple, but how can such a small prince in the Chu Palace allow a monk to be his teacher, although it has not yet taken shape.

But when he grew up, Chu Xiyu went to the pagoda temple to worship the Buddha many times. It was probably because of this relationship that he knew that Master Lingzhi had returned to Beijing and invited him here.

"Grandmaster."

The two parties hurriedly met after the ceremony.

Master Lingzhi was led to the bed, and he saw Murong Jiujiu lying flat on the bed with his gray eyes still open, as if he was awake but not conscious at all.

Master Lingzhi's hands, which were like dry wood, slowly clasped together, said the Buddha's name, and put one hand into Murong Jiujiu's forehead.

Baili Yuhua watched closely.

When Master Lingzhi touched Murong Jiujiu's forehead with his palm like dry wood, a fiery red mark instantly flashed on the originally smooth forehead.

It seems that there is something written on the imprint, but I can't see it clearly, and it has disappeared in a flash.

Then, in front of the peaceful bed, an invisible whirlwind suddenly blew up, blowing Shaman floating, and then everyone in front of the bed clearly heard a shrill cry of a baby, and the melodious sound of a piano.

Master Lingzhi's haggard and calm complexion also changed drastically.

(End of this chapter)