The real daughter died tragically and was reborn, and the whole family cried and begged for forgiven

Sure enough, the most abnormal thing was Jie Kong in front of him!

Unfortunately, by the time Jie Chen realized something was wrong, he had already been quickly dragged away by the guards hiding in the dark.

After turning behind a big tree, Jiekong tore off the human skin mask on his face and head.

It turned out that this Jiekong was Sha Er pretending to be him wearing a mask, and the real Jiekong had been tied up long ago.

Sha Er quickly took off his monk robes, shoved the mask into his arms with a sneer, and said, "With this kind of brain, you still want to fight our girl?"

Soon, only a few monks were left in the entire Ningyuan Temple.

The other monks disappeared inexplicably.

The remaining monks were all panicked and quickly reported the matter to the abbot.

Soon, Zong Zheng Zhiyuan also learned the news.

“They are alive and well, but they are all gone?”

"How can this be?"

"This Ningyuan Temple is a sacred Buddhist site. How could it be haunted in broad daylight?"

"Wait! Where are those businessmen?"

"Why haven't you brought it to me yet?"

As he was speaking, a eunuch stumbled in.

"Princess, something's wrong, something's wrong—"

"The guards you sent to capture the merchant girl are all gone!"

Zong Zheng Zhiyuan stood up suddenly.

"Damn it! How is this possible!?"

Eunuch: "Also, I just took people to look for them, but those merchants are all gone."

"There are things piled up in the yard, but there's no one there."

Zong Zheng Zhi Yuan: "Hurry and take me there to have a look!"

When Zong Zheng Zhiyuan arrived at the south wing where Li Qingluo had lived, he saw that the remaining guards around her had already searched the house.

Finally, the guard came out hurriedly with a portrait in his hand.

"Your Highness, I found a portrait of Guanyin on the table."

Guanyin?

Zong Zheng Zhiyuan took it and wanted to take a look at it for some unknown reason.

But when she took a closer look at the pattern on the portrait, she was instantly shocked.

Her originally rosy face quickly faded and turned pale.

Princess Changning, who was standing by, asked curiously, "Mother, what's wrong with you?"

Isn’t this a portrait of Guanyin?

Why does my mother look so scared?

The Prince Consort had his hands behind his back, but after taking a look, he murmured, "No, this is not a portrait of Guanyin..."

Because although the person in the painting has that face, he is not dressed as the god sitting on the altar.

It looks more like...

Changning: "Who is that? Father, what happened to mother?"

The prince consort sneered, "An old friend. Because your mother did something bad, that's why you're so scared now."

"Changning, remember, people should never do too many evil things. Otherwise, nightmares will haunt you for the rest of your life."

Zong Zheng Zhiyuan slapped the prince consort in the face.

"When did you get to speak here?"

"Zhang Tingyu, don't forget your identity! Get out!"

Before the prince consort could react, Princess Changning had already stood in front of her father.

"Mother, how could you hit father?"

"Besides, there are so many servants watching..."

Changning's eyes were filled with disbelief.

For more than twenty years, the relationship between my father and mother has been cold.

It would be more accurate to say that the two of them treated each other with respect, or rather that the prince consort didn't care about Princess Zong Zheng Zhiyuan at all.

Zong Zheng Zhiyuan never tried to please her husband gently, but just enjoyed the luxurious life of a princess.

Every year, the only time the emperor came to Ningyuan Temple was when his son-in-law Zhang Tingyu came along.

This is also one of the few opportunities for the couple to travel together.

Changning stood in front of Zhang Tingyu with red eyes, not understanding why her mother was so cruel to her father.

Zong Zheng Zhiyuan flung his robe, snorted, and walked away.

"Come here, take me to find Abbot Jiaguan!"

Zong Zheng Zhiyuan left in a hurry.

Changning quickly turned around and touched his father's face, "Dad, are you okay? Does it hurt?"

The humiliation in Zhang Tingyu's eyes slowly dissipated after he saw his daughter's concerned gaze.

"Father is fine. Changning, be good. Ningyuan Temple is not peaceful today. Go back to the courtyard."

"Father, go check on your mother to make sure she doesn't do anything wrong."

"Come here, take the princess away and keep her under guard. Don't let her run around. If anything happens to the princess, I will hold you responsible!"

After saying that, Zhang Tingyu ignored Changning's calls and quickly chased in the direction of Zong Zheng Zhiyuan.

Inside the Guanyin Hall.

Li Qingluo crawled out from the secret passage under the table.

She patted the ashes off her hands, then quickly turned around, lifted the curtain, and let Duan Rongshi out.

But there was too much dust underneath, and Duan Rongshi, who was dressed in black and covered in dust, couldn't help but frown.

Li Qingluo quickly patted him: "It's okay, it's okay. Let's go back and change into clean clothes later."

Is she coaxing him?

Duan Rongshi: ...

After being stunned for a moment, Duan Rongshi saw her hands patting his body and quickly grabbed them.

"I see. How on earth did you find this place?"

Li Qingluo smiled and said, "Of course it was Jinhuan's natal Gu that helped."

"And Ah Shi, I also know a little bit of witchcraft now. Whenever I need to find the place I want to go, I can control the nearby insects and they will quickly lead me to the way."

"Hey, am I awesome?"

She put her hands on her hips, looking very proud.

Duan Rongshi flicked her forehead.

"Those witchcrafts will consume your internal energy and damage your meridians, yet you still dare to use them recklessly?"

"You want me to take care of you, don't you?"

Li Qingluo didn't expect that he didn't praise her for doing such a big thing but criticized her so harshly?

There is no justice!

"It's just that I haven't practiced enough yet... I won't use it carelessly unless it's absolutely necessary."

Duan Rongshi: "I know. But from now on, unless it's absolutely necessary, you are not allowed to use witchcraft recklessly."

Li Qingluo kept nodding to show that he understood.

Duan Rongshi: "Since we've hidden everyone down here, let's just wait for the fish to bite."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of rapid footsteps outside.

Duan Rongshi and Li Qingluo lightly jumped onto the platform, and the two quickly hid behind the statue of Guanyin.

Li Qingluo and Duan Rongshi couldn't help but look up at Guanyin's face.

He has a kind face and compassion for all living beings.

This is Zong Zheng Qingyue, but not her.

The palace door was pushed open.

It was Zong Zheng Zhiyuan who walked in.

She held the portrait that Li Qingluo had deliberately dropped in her hand, and sneered at the statue with a pale face: "Zongzheng Qingyue, I didn't expect that after you've been dead for so many years, your portrait would suddenly appear."

"Over the years, I, Zong Zheng Zhiyuan, have worshipped all kinds of Buddha statues."

"I simply refuse to worship your Guanyin statue!"

"Do you think that I will be afraid just because your portrait appeared on the table of those lowly merchants today?"

"Do you think that if those monks disappear, I will think you are the one causing the haunting?"

"Besides, even if it's you, so what?"

"You're dead, but you're still restless. If you make me angry, I'll send people to Daliang to pour a pot of black dog blood on your grave to subdue you, the evil spirit!"

"If you dare to cause trouble again, I will dig your corpse out of the grave and nail you with the Soul-Locking Nail, preventing you from reincarnating for eternity!"

"Did you hear that, Zongzheng Qingyue?"