Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

After hearing Jing Li's words, Nangong Qian's face drained of color instantly. She hesitated and asked, "If I still don't want to be with him, will I eventually die?"

In just a short while, she indeed found herself constantly plagued by bad luck. She was choked repeatedly, besieged by those human-gu poisons, and ambushed by an unknown woman. All of this was due to her overly kind heart.

"Perhaps!" Jing Li gave her an ambiguous answer.

Ghosts and monsters are unpredictable, but at the level of a ghost general, one can be considered to have complete control over one's own behavior and can also effectively inherit the memories of past humans.

Good impressions don't last long; the most important thing is the hatred that takes root layer by layer before death.

Nangong Qian was like a punctured balloon, her spirits immediately drooping. With a sense of despair and resentment, she said, "I really hate him. I don't want to have anything to do with him."

"If it means giving up a sweet romance in the future to save my life, then I'd rather..."

"Would rather what?" Jing Li interrupted.

His expression was very serious, and he looked like an elder. Nangong Qu felt inexplicably guilty and said obsequiously, "I would rather stay with him just to live."

Jing Li then withdrew her gaze and said calmly, "No one can force you. You need to discover, understand, and solve everything yourself. As long as the decisions you make are what you want to do, then you are right."

Jing Li pursed her lips slightly, gazing at the flickering lights in the space. Her thoughts stretched out endlessly, and she wondered if these words were meant for Nangong Qian or for herself.

Nangong Qian also noticed the change in Jing Li's emotions, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately said nothing.

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Hei Tong never expected that Bian Yi's death would not only cost him the bone pelvis he had worked so hard to obtain, but also result in his arrest.

But he had no choice but to comply with those conditions.

Because if he says no, the consequences are obvious.

None of the people from Jinzhen Temple are easy to mess with.

He's trapped here now and needs to plan carefully before he can get out. That old man Huide certainly won't let him go easily.

Now that he has lost his pelvis, his position will become more passive, and it will be easier for them to crush him.

Kurohime paced back and forth in the room. His body had almost recovered, but he still needed to think of a way to walk out openly.

"Is anyone there? I need to see Master Huide!" Hei Tong was about to knock on the door.

"Ah!" He was suddenly thrown back.

He fell to the ground.

He rubbed his left arm and leg, which had been bruised from the fall, his face growing increasingly grim.

Jin Zhensi actually trapped him in this room. He originally thought that he would only have two people guarding him for a while, but he didn't expect that this was a prison cell set up for him!

Ah.

Fortunately, he had a backup plan; otherwise...

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"Brother Bian Er, it sounded like the people inside were calling for help." A young monk put his hands together in prayer and happened to meet Bian Er who was walking over.

"Who?" Bian Er's expression was cold, and his tone was anything but pleasant.

"The people inside seem to be the villains that Master Huide and the other masters have jointly imprisoned." The little monk pointed to the meditation room with the black pupils along a crossroads.

This place is very remote, and hardly anyone passes by.

"Him? Ignore him!" Bian Er glanced in that direction only once before continuing in the same direction.

"Mortals who know nothing are not worth my attention."

"Yes, Senior Brother Bian Er." The little monk seemed to have figured out Bian Er's personality and did not argue with him.

They simply nodded obediently.

Just as Bian Er was about to leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure.

"Bianling!" he called out to Bianling.

Bian Ling, with her long, flowing hair, paused, looking in this direction with surprise. Upon seeing Bian Er, she smiled politely and gently, "You're back?"

"Of course, if I don't come back, how many of your men will you lose!"

Bian Er looked unwell, his eyes filled with judgment.

Bian Ling, dressed in a white robe with her long hair unbound, didn't argue with him, but lowered her eyes and said, "Then it's up to you now."

He slowly curled the corners of his lips into a smile. "I'm leaving now."

They showed absolutely no consideration for Bian Er.

That girl is not someone anyone can easily subdue.

His Buddhist robes also fell into her hands, and at this thought, Bian Ling felt a pang of pain in her heart.

Bian Er glanced sideways at him and said, "Bian Yi is dead, and you're still so nonchalant. Be careful, or you might lose your life."

Bian Ling didn't even turn his head, continuing to walk forward. "He was weak and naturally lost. Besides, what does he have to do with me? Shouldn't you be happy that he's dead? After all... you two have always been rivals!"

He paused at this point.

Bian Er: "Heh, I heard you also suffered a setback. You even lost the Buddhist robe that Master gave you."

Bian Ling continued towards his destination, his voice growing softer and softer until he finally uttered, "My skills are inferior; I concede defeat."

Bian Ling knew that he had a long road ahead of him and that if he wanted to surpass her, he would need to further improve himself.

Bian Er snorted coldly, watching Bian Ling's retreating figure, and said to the little monk, "Still the same stinky temper!"

The young monk initially didn't want to get involved, thinking it was better to avoid trouble.

Upon hearing this, his lips twitched, "..."

A strange feeling stirred within me. In this Jinzhen Temple, who else could have such a foul temper as you?

He dared not say it aloud, and could only nod silently.

In Jinzhen Temple, if the deceased Bianyi was violent and furious, then Bianer was ruthless and cruel, while only Bianling had a better personality.

Although I have little contact with them and am a bit aloof, at least I don't give them the cold shoulder.

Those two...

Jinzhen Temple appears harmonious, but in reality, the fruits of their labor are incompatible.

None of Hui De's disciples could see a harmonious scene. They were always very tolerant as long as a fight didn't break out. These junior disciples wouldn't harm their interests. But for the people Hui De personally led, there were many areas where interests were at odds, and resources were not fair no matter how they were divided.

Moreover, Master Huide's favorite disciple was Bianling.

This only fueled the jealousy of the other two.

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Inside the room, Kurohime seemed to hear the commotion outside. He kept getting up, wanting to call out to the person outside. He was so anxious that he instinctively reached out to bang on the door, but then he realized what he was doing and quickly stood at a distance.

Shouting at the top of his lungs, "Is anyone there? Who's outside!"

Bian Er dismissed it with disdain, but was then stopped by Hei Tong.

"Master Bian Er!!"

Hearing the footsteps growing increasingly distant, Kurohime couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Ignore the two.

"I have something I want to tell you."

Bian Er finally stopped, standing outside the door with an icy expression, and warned: "You'd better make sure what you say is valuable, otherwise, I might kill you at any time."