Kill the heroine at the beginning, and the little apprentice sister will take away the luck

The Buddhist disciple was the first to sit cross-legged on the cushion and place the Zen stick at his side.

He extended his hand to Leng Yao, "Please, Mr. Leng."

Leng Yao also walked to the cushion and sat down cross-legged facing the Buddhist disciple.

The Buddhist disciple wrapped the Buddhist beads around his wrist twice and put them on, then slapped Leng Yao on the forehead.

The force used was not much, but it made Leng Yao close his eyes and fall into a coma.

Leng Yao, who was in a coma, quickly regained consciousness in his sea of ​​​​consciousness.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, he heard the Buddha's voice coming from above his head, "Donor Leng, please do not resist me. I will enter your sea of ​​consciousness to find the location of the spell."

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Yao felt a force flowing along his eyebrows and into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Soon, in the sea of ​​consciousness, he transformed into a figure exactly the same as the Buddha's disciple.

Only the string of Buddhist beads was missing from his hand.

The Buddhist disciple moved his lips slightly, clenched his hands into palms, and grabbed Leng Yao's soul with extremely fast movements.

Placing his hand on Leng Yao's head, Leng Yao felt as if he was enveloped by Buddha's light and his whole body was warm.

Leng Yao's consciousness continued to sink, and an extremely cold feeling spread from his heart, as if it was accompanied by a force that wanted to control him.

The Buddhist disciple in front of him pursed his thin lips and stared at Leng Yao's eyebrows.

When he saw a black and red silk thread flying out from between his eyebrows, he immediately pinched it with his other hand and pulled it hard.

At the same time, he chanted the mantra again, and after a word of breaking.

He completely pulled the black and red silk thread out from between Leng Yao's eyebrows, with a drop of blood at the end.

This drop of blood is not Leng Yao's, but it has been in Leng Yao's body for many years, and it seems as if it had just been released.

The aura above was entangled with the black and red silk thread. The moment it was pulled out, it wanted to break free from the end of the silk thread and escape into Leng Yao's sea of ​​consciousness.

But it was caught in the palm of the Buddha's hand.

The Buddhist disciple held the drop of blood and turned into a ray of Buddha's light again and disappeared from Leng Yao's sea of ​​consciousness.

At the same time, Leng Yao and Fozi opened their eyes at the same time.

The Buddhist disciple spread out his hand, and in his palm was the drop of blood and a black and red thing that looked like a silk thread.

Leng Yao still had no memory of Siqin, but he felt that his mind was much clearer and the depression in his heart was relieved a little.

He looked at the black and red thread in the Buddha's hand with some doubt: "Is this the curse that Su Mo cast on me? But why can't I recall the forgotten memory?"

"The curse has not been broken. I simply removed it from your soul."

The Buddhist disciple stood up with a smile on his face, holding the black and red silk thread in his hands, and waved his hand to open the secret room.

He took Leng Yao out of the Buddhist cave and stood on the suspension bridge where Leng Yao had stood when he came.

"If such filthy things were destroyed in the Buddhist cave, wouldn't it pollute the Buddhist place?

Now that we are outside the Buddha's cave, I will help you, benefactor Leng, to remove this curse."

The Buddhist disciple's eyes turned cold, and he threw away the black and red silk thread and blood, and then shot out a little Buddha fire to get rid of it.

Leng Yao felt refreshed, but suddenly lost consciousness the next moment. If the Buddhist disciple had not been prepared to catch him, he would have fallen into the sea of ​​clouds.

He seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, his eyeballs kept turning under his eyelids, and scenes of forgotten memories kept flashing through his mind.

It's all about him and Siqin.

Meanwhile, in the Song family in Shengxian City, Song Mo, the current head of the Song family, suddenly spat out blood and fell into a coma along with his companion beast, his face as pale as gold paper.