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The abbot choked.

Chang Xi elbowed him, "Can't you speak properly? I think the abbot didn't leave because of these girls."

Lu Wenli winced in pain and remained silent.

"Yes," the abbot said, "I was supposed to go with the Black and White Impermanence after I died, but I discovered a problem at the last minute."

"What's the problem?"

"This idol's curse is no longer just an ordinary curse," the abbot recalled his initial discovery. "I found that the idol not only sealed these girls, but also continuously amplified the resentment within them."

If this continues, all these girls will transform into vengeful ghosts, becoming mindless and emotionless killing machines.

Chang Xi frowned. "Does the abbot mean that someone is using this seal to turn these girls into puppet soldiers?"

The abbot nodded. "That's why I haven't left. I talk to them about Buddhism every day to suppress their growing resentment."

I think I smell a conspiracy.

Is this a TV series?

"Who is that person?" Chang Xi asked.

The abbot shook his head. "I don't know. He's too mysterious. I only caught a fleeting glimpse of his back; he looked like a man."

The abbot only said, "Young benefactor, my soul is fading faster and faster and will soon dissipate. I am not afraid of death. It's just that I'm worried about these girls. Perhaps you have a way?"

Feeling the gazes of the crowd, Chang Xi looked conflicted. "Yes, there is, but I can't do it alone. Why don't you talk to He Yin and ask her to let us go? I'll find someone outside to help break the seal."

"He Yin," the abbot exclaimed with delight upon seeing this, turning to He Yin and asking, "How is it? This way you can leave here without committing any killings."

Mr. and Mrs. He nodded in agreement; this was a good idea.

He Yin knelt facing the abbot and said, "Abbot, thank you for protecting me with your life. I will always remember your great kindness."

She bowed three times, and the moment she looked up during the last bow, a murderous intent flashed across her face.

"But I can't turn back, and I don't want to!"

"No!" Chang Xi seemed to realize her intention and shouted.

He Yin suddenly sprang up and lunged at Wei Guangwen, her fingers piercing his chest, dark red blood flowing onto the ground.

With a thud, Wei Guangwen collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

His soul was absorbed by He Yin.

He Yin twisted her body stiffly, spreading her arms wide. "I'm going to kill them!"

The seven pillars in front of the main hall began to shake violently.

"Get out of the way!"

Chang Xi shouted and pulled Lu Wenli, who was standing next to him.

The cracks on the stone pillar grew larger and larger, and even the area outside the temple was affected, with the ground shaking violently.

Oh my god, even earthquakes are happening in sync!

[This screen is so shaky!]

Ah! A stone is flying over!

[I've never experienced a variety show this immersively before; this was truly eye-opening. I felt like that rock could hit me in the face.]

Chang Xi is such a good person, protecting our little deer.

Mrs. Lu, who was behind the phone, also saw it.

She didn't expect Chang Xi to protect her son. Could it be that she already considered her son as her disciple?

They're already protecting each other like this even before they've become master and disciple; if they did, they'd be protecting each other like the apple of their eyes.

Great! My son's life can be saved.

Lu Wenli felt unwell, his mouth tasted like dust, as if he had eaten several pounds of concrete.

Chang Xi used her umbrella to prop herself up as she stood up. "Oh dear, Miss He, could you have given me a heads-up? You've made me look quite embarrassed."

"We're the ones who are in a sorry state!" Xu Man spat out the ash from her mouth.

The others were in a much worse state than she was.

The photographer's lens was cracked, but at least it could still take pictures.

Dozens of people rushed in from outside the temple and surrounded He Yin.

"Special Investigations Unit on duty!"

The leader was a young man with handsome features, yet he possessed a righteous and upright air, clearly a man of principle.

The righteous become evil.

"Since you're here, I'll be leaving now," Chang Xi said, dusting off her skirt and heading into the room to drag her luggage away.

"Who dares to stop me?"

He Yin, having broken through the seal, could only be described as unstoppable; she was far stronger than before.

The other female ghosts swarmed forward, and the Special Investigations Unit personnel gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

A man landed right at Chang Xi's feet, grabbed her ankle, and cried, "Miss Chang, don't go! Please help me!"

Chang Xi tried to move, but couldn't.

"Brother, aren't you guys professionals? How come you're so bad?" Chang Xi said helplessly, looking down.

The man didn't feel ashamed; he simply said, "He Yin has lost control. We can't let her go out, or many people will die!"

"Sigh, I give up," Chang Xi pushed open her suitcase. "Let go."

"I won't let go unless you agree."

"How can I do anything if you don't let go?" Chang Xi said irritably, pulling her foot back.

The man let go, stood up, and shouted, "Go for it!"

"He Yin is mine, the other female ghosts are yours," Chang Xi said, holding an umbrella and leaping forward to block He Yin's hand.

He Yin clearly sensed that Chang Xi had been holding back, because even though He Yin was stronger now, she still struggled to deal with Chang Xi and was not as dominant as before.

He was practically being chased and beaten by Chang Xi.

"How can she be so amazing at such a young age?" Grandpa Chen exclaimed beside his grandson.

"It's not that impressive," Chen Changqing retorted stubbornly.

Old Master Chen didn't hold back at all, "You think you're so great? You stole my Thunderclap Talisman, and I haven't even settled the score with you yet!"

Chen Changqing's face was grim, as if he had recalled some unpleasant memories.

Chang Xi slammed He Yin directly into the ground, where she lay disheveled amidst the pile of rocks.

She mainly tried to persuade her, saying, "He Yin, we will hand over the evidence to the police, and those people will be punished. Why don't I send you to be reincarnated instead?"

"Reincarnation?" He Yin seemed to have heard a joke. "I killed so many people, and we people have such heavy resentment, how can we be reincarnated?"

She knew all this; having killed so many people, she would only be cast into the eighteenth level of hell in the underworld, and would most likely be reduced to ashes.

The female ghosts slowly approached He Yin and protected her inside.

"Don't hurt her!"

The female ghost's menacing bared teeth and claws.

"Hey friend, she pulled out a single hair from my head. Who hurt whom?" Chang Xi said, pulling at her long hair that reached her waist, looking extremely distressed.

He Yin silently raised her burned palm.

It seems He Yin's performance was quite demanding.

[Suddenly reminded of that meme: You only burned your hand, but she lost a whole head of hair!]

[This person is truly talented.]

"I have a way," the abbot said.

He sat cross-legged amidst the dirty, scattered stone fragments, his hands clasped together, and began to silently recite Buddhist scriptures.

A moment later, wisps of golden dust-like light emanated from the abbot's body, enveloping the female ghosts.

Lu Wenli reached out and touched the light, which looked like gold dust. "What is this?"