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

He then sighed helplessly and said to the two people who had been pushed aside by Bianyi, "You two can go out."

"Yes, Master." The little monk looked at his third senior brother, hesitated for a few seconds, and then went out with a worried expression.

"Yes, Master Huide." The man in plain clothes seemed to know what was going on and tactfully followed the young monk.

"This is a talisman to ward off evil. You will be plagued by misfortune from now on. Carry this talisman on your person for forty-nine days to remove the evil."

After the two left, the old monk looked at the bewildered and frantic Bianyi and threw him something that resembled a talisman.

Bianyi lowered his head, his eyes gloomy. He didn't take it immediately, but murmured, "Master, I couldn't stop the Chinese sorcerers."

The old monk paused, turning the prayer beads. "Where are we?"

"If I've been asleep for a day, then I've probably arrived."

Bianyi quickly put on the black robe, as only this black robe could give him a sense of security.

"Tell the second brother to stop playing around. Find an opportunity to throw those captured sorcerers to them." The old monk turned around, carrying Bianyi on his back, and walked outside.

Suddenly, he tilted his head slightly, paused, and said, "Ideally, there's no chance of survival!"

"Yes!"

Bian Yi replied that he was the black-robed man who had prevented the sorcerer from safely reaching the southern border that day.

Its main ability is to control airflow.

But now he can't sense any spiritual power at all; that innate sensitivity he had as a mystic has disappeared.

Bian felt a sudden change in his surroundings, plunging him into darkness once more.

On the verge of a mental breakdown, he gave up using his spiritual power.

Looking at the talisman for warding off evil spirits beside him, Bianyi clenched it tightly in his palm.

Perhaps he was cursed by that woman; perhaps he could recover in just forty-nine days.

Correct!

It must be like this.

......

......

When Jingli arrived in Dinyi.

It's 6:15 in the morning.

It was the time when breakfast stalls were open.

She lingered openly at the entrance of the breakfast shop, like a curious child.

It seems they wanted to try out every single one.

Nangong Qian followed closely behind her like a little tail, cautiously observing the surrounding environment.

Jing Li looked around for a while, then suddenly realized that she didn't have any Dinwi currency on her, so she turned her gaze to the group of people not far away.

"Do you have money?"

Jing Li, like a bandit leader, glared at Wang Bin and his gang with a stern face.

Those people wanted to run, but they couldn't.

Each person had a wisp of hair wrapped around their body that was not clearly visible.

As the ringleader of the fraud gang, Wang Bin was naturally pushed forward to answer the question.

He gave an awkward, hesitant smile, feeling nervous as Jing Li watched him, as if his secret thoughts had been seen through. "Yes, yes."

"Big boss, I have some too." Nangong Qian raised her chin proudly. She had made thorough preparations and specially exchanged for them before leaving.

Hearing a satisfactory answer, Jing Li was in a good mood and looked at her underlings, becoming much more amiable.

"Kind people paid for our meals."

The bandit leader readily accepted the gifts from those men, patted Nangong Qian on the shoulder, and told her to keep the money safe.

"Boss, one of everything, please."

Hearing this, the underlings didn't feel any heartache, since the boss's shop didn't have many kinds of items, and it was reasonable for each of them to have one.

But Jingli's next move left them dumbfounded.

In their eyes, Jing Li was undoubtedly a bandit leader.

She was like a bandit who only came to the village once in a thousand years to steal food. She would go up to any of the shops she saw and ask for food. In just a few minutes, she had ordered from all the breakfast shops connected to the village.

The boss greeted Jingli with a smile and invited her to sit down.

In their eyes, Jingli was like a god of wealth; they had just opened their business and were already receiving money from him.

Wang Bin and his group looked ashen-faced.

How much money will that cost them?

We are all ordinary people, just working people. Even if it's human trafficking, most of the money earned is handed over to those in power.

They do earn a little more than ordinary people, but their business is unstable.

No one can guarantee they'll always be able to fool people.

In addition, these people already have high expenses, so they have almost no money on hand.

Jingli asked Nangong Qian to serve her breakfast. The two of them ran back and forth many times before they finally finished serving the food.

The tables were small, square, folding tables, and the food was placed on two or three tables.

Just as she was enjoying her meal, Wang Bin and his group followed her up and went to the other two tables.

Just as they were about to sit down.

What are you doing?

The girl, carrying a triangular bag, had a fair face that looked exceptionally beautiful in the morning sun. She stared at the group of people, her face full of doubt.

"Miss Liang, let's eat!"

Wang Bin tried to smile, his face bandaged.

He's spent so much of his money, he's almost out of money!

But unfortunately, it aggravated his wound, causing him to grimace in pain.

"Oh, then you can change to another table. There's no empty table there."

Jingli promptly reminded him, "How rude of you to sit at the table where other people put their food!"

Upon hearing this, the group of people's expressions simultaneously turned ugly.

"..."

So it wasn't ordered for them after all.

Wang Bin maintained his awkward smile. "Ms. Liang, is all of this for you alone?"

"And her."

Nangong Qian turned around and looked at them at the right moment.

She was used to it; the big shot could eat a lot. Actually, she was just there to make up the numbers, but those three tables were indeed eaten by the two of them together.

"I want to eat too!"

Nangong Qian echoed this sentiment.

At first, she hated and feared them, and felt disgusted and nauseous at the way they toyed with girls.

I don't feel anything anymore.

Sometimes she really couldn't understand whether meeting a big shot was a blessing or a curse.

She was lucky, just like everyone else.

The big boss took good care of her; if it weren't for him, she probably wouldn't have made it out of the Forbidden Mountain alive.

He might have died that very day.

Misfortune, just like theirs.

She felt that if they went straight to confess and accept their punishment, the big boss wouldn't care.

After all, for a period of time after they left Bixi District, the big boss did not keep an eye on them.

But they chose to run away.

If you try to escape, you'll naturally be caught and brought back.

What good things might happen if I get caught by the big boss?

Despite her current gentle and polite demeanor, she believes that no one can fully understand the big boss's thoughts.

However, she knew clearly that the more polite and gentle the big boss was, the more terrifying he was.

So she no longer hated these people.

After all, they never know what will happen in the next second of their lives.

Or perhaps it's Qian Yong, who's been swimming in the sea trying to escape—who knows if he's alive or dead? The most terrifying thing is being close to death.

None of them were able to escape punishment.

"You're going to eat all of this?"

One of the underlings was so hungry that he was dizzy and not only questioned the situation, but also questioned it loudly.

Jing Li put down her fork, rested her chin on her hand, and looked at the man casually. "What? Now that you're in your territory, you dare to yell?"

A flock of crows flew overhead.

"..."

Nangong Qian was startled and coughed violently twice.

Wow, this guy's got a real knack for networking; even his word choice is so precise.

"What are you looking at? Buy your own food if you want to eat."

Those people were incredibly aggrieved; they had paid for it with their own money! In the end, under duress, they had no choice but to obediently order food again.