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"I have seen many sick people living in the meditation rooms of the temple before. Although they have never come out again, I can see people bringing them food and medicine..."

"Are they... all dead?"

Liu Ying said hesitantly, pulling Yun Yi's sleeve and looking up at him, her big round eyes filled with tears.

"My mother, is she dead too? But why can't I see her soul?"

Now that their mother has died, they can be reunited as mother and daughter.

But Liu Ying did not want to be reunited with her mother. She wanted her mother to be alive and did not want her to die like her.

"I don't know either." Yun Yi said in a low voice.

Ghosts have many uses, just like what Lu Feng did before, using ghosts to refine pills in order to achieve his own immortality.

Although it is not known what this temple uses ghosts for, it is certain that they are collecting ghosts.

And they help the believers who come here to worship Buddha to realize their wishes, so that they will firmly believe in the efficacy of this temple. In this way, sick patients will come here to pray for recovery.

Even if those patients died, it could be said that birth, aging, sickness and death were the normal course of human life. If one or two patients were cured occasionally, it would arouse even less suspicion.

Yun Yi used an invisibility talisman and followed the two monks.

I saw them carrying white porcelain jars to the back hall of the temple, opening the secret door and walking in.

"Master, I have brought the things."

The two monks placed the white porcelain jar on the table and spoke to another old monk with white beard and eyebrows wearing a cassock in the room.

The old monk waved his hand, and the two monks retreated calmly, showing no signs of anything unusual from beginning to end, as if they had done this thousands of times.

The old monk looked at the white porcelain jar and just sat there quietly, as if waiting for someone to come.

"Great Immortal, over there..."

Liu Ying tugged at Yun Yi's sleeve, pointed in a direction and whispered.

Yun Yi looked up and saw that the wall over there suddenly disappeared, and bursts of white mist rushed in, gradually covering the surroundings.

This scene seems familiar.

When he first arrived at Fengqing Temple, Lu Feng used this trick to create bursts of white mist and give the appearance of an immortal.

Suddenly, a crane's cry was heard in the air.

The next moment, a young man in white came riding a crane from afar.

Wow, the way these father and son dress is really similar.

"Amitabha, the donor has a high level of cultivation. I am ashamed to be inferior to him." The old monk stood up, clasped his hands together and lowered his eyes and said.

Lu Ze walked down from the crane. The crane cried again, then flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

"Where's what I want?"

Lu Ze ignored the old monk's modesty and asked directly.

The old monk made way for Lu Ze and led him to look at the white porcelain jar on the table.

"Here is what the donor wants."

Lu Ze walked forward and could not see any difference between the two white porcelain jars from the outside.

As if he saw Lu Ze's confusion, the old monk stepped forward and lifted the lid of the white porcelain jar.

The next moment, two souls floated out of the white porcelain jar.

"Mom... it's mom..."

Liu Ying recognized one of the middle-aged women and resisted the urge to rush over, but she could no longer control her tears.

It turns out that my mother is really dead...

The soul was sealed in a white porcelain jar, so she didn't see it.

Liu Ying covered her mouth tightly with both hands to prevent herself from making any sound, exposing her presence, and bringing trouble to Yun Yi.

Yun Yi looked at the two souls. It was obvious that they were very weak now. Their eyes were slightly closed. They stood there weakly, swaying and barely able to stay from falling down.

It goes without saying that the old monk must have used talismans to control their actions.

"The birth dates of these two souls are Yin, which just meets your requirements. Of course, the corresponding prices are higher than those of ordinary souls."

Seeing that Lu Ze looked satisfied, the old monk began to ask for a price.

Does Lu Ze have money?

In modern society, most people no longer believe in supernatural powers, but there are always some people who believe in ghosts, gods and metaphysics, including many rich people.

With Lu Ze's abilities, he would definitely be able to make a lot of money and be treated as a guest of honor by many wealthy people.

The problem is that Lu Feng has just died for a month, and Lu Ze has no time to build up his network.

Yun Yi crossed his arms across his chest, waiting calmly to see if Lu Ze could come up with the money.

Sure enough, when Lu Ze heard the old monk's words, his face suddenly darkened.

He waved his hand and put the two souls into his bag, then turned to look at the old monk, "I don't have any money, but I want to take these two ghosts away."

The tough attitude and matter-of-fact tone surprised the old monk.

It was obvious that he hadn't encountered anyone who wanted to rob his fellow thieves in many years, and he was unable to react for a moment.

"Stop right there, how dare you rob me?"

The old monk was furious. Seeing Lu Ze was about to leave, he grabbed him and said, "Today I will show you what will happen if you dare to offend others."

The old monk ripped off the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck and threw them towards Lu Ze. Lu Ze quickly dodged and immediately started to fight back.

The two of them fought back and forth in this secret room.

As early as when Lu Ze arrived, he had used the white fog to set up a barrier between the secret room and the outside world, so people outside could not hear the fighting inside at all.

Lu Ze has extraordinary cultivation. He has recently been studying Lu Feng's secret book, and his cultivation has improved a lot.

But this was the old monk's territory, and despite his advantage as the main battlefield, Lu Ze was still tied up by the old monk with Buddhist beads.

"Either you give up your life here today, or you take the money and take those two ghosts away."

The wooden stick pressed on Lu Ze's neck. Bai Mei raised his eyebrows and said in a gloomy voice: "I have been in this business for so many years, and this is the first time I have met someone as stubborn as you. You are really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers."

"Not to mention you, even if your father came, he would have to be respectful to me."

He was so arrogant and domineering. Where was the humble look he had just now?

Lu Ze knew that he was deceived by the old monk's kind appearance when he first met him, and thought that he was someone who was easy to bully.

A man has to bow his head under the eaves, so Lu Ze had no choice but to pay a large sum of money and leave the temple with the two ghosts.

After walking a long distance, Lu Ze took out the brocade bag and suddenly found that there was nothing inside.

He had clearly captured the two ghosts just now, but now the brocade bag was empty.

Was it the old monk who secretly stole the ghost?

Lu Ze gnashed his teeth in anger and looked back at the temple, wishing he could burn it down.

But Lu Ze was just thinking about it, he knew he was no match for the old monk.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late.

One day he would ask the old monk to pay him back double.

However, Lu Ze forgot that the old monk had been reselling ghosts for so long, so he must have a good reputation. After all, no matter what business you do, a one-time deal will not last long.

Those two ghosts were not stolen by the old monk.