Chapter 801：

Chapter 801

The monk pursed his lips as if he was holding back something. He did not answer her words, and his subordinates drew quickly.

When drawing the talisman, you should avoid making mistakes. Now she is like a piece of drawing paper, she dare not move.

About ten minutes later, Joe went all stiff and his feet were numb. The monk finally paid the last sum.

I saw Qiao Yi suddenly flashed a red light behind her, and the talisman actually seemed to be alive, and got into her body.

Song Bai is shocked!

At the same time, the monk suddenly lost his strength and fell backwards.

"Father!"

Qiao quickly supported him with a quick glance.

The monk smiled and said, "I'm old and useless."

Qiao was angry, "Didn't he promise Grandpa Master not to use spells?"

The monk shook his head indifferently: "Little spell, it's okay. I can't figure out what calamity you will encounter. This is a teleport talisman that can only be used once. If you are in danger, it can save your life. "

Qiao's eyes flushed, and his lips were blaming, but he couldn't tell the heartache: "What are you doing, I am so powerful, what dangers will I encounter! Who can hurt me?"

The smelly Taoist priest lied to her. If it is harmless to use a small spell, why should he wear a headgear to hide in the monk's temple.

"My daughter is really amazing." The monk touched her head, "Be prepared for it. Master can't stay with you for too long."

Qiao twitched in his heart, staring at the monk’s increasingly pale face for 2 seconds, and decisively ordered: "Song Bai, carry him to the hospital."

"Sigh." Song Bai responded.

"...No, no, no, I won't go to the hospital. I have nothing to do. I'm just tired. You don't know that drawing symbols consumes energy. I am mortal with naked eyes. This reaction is normal."

The monk said nothing to go, Qiao Yi couldn't help it.

"Then let him carry you back to the temple."

The monk thought for a while, "That's it."

"You put the headgear on me, the monk in the temple thought I was surrendered, don't miss the trap."

Qiao Yi: "..."

Song Bai: "..."

Back to the monastery, the fat monk had been waiting inside the small door, seeing the three of them returning, and welcoming them warmly.

"Donor, you really got Master Wuwen back."

Qiao put his hands together and bowed to him: "This master, Master is my friend as well as Qin Heng's friend. He has suffered some injuries in the back mountain. These days, I have to take care of him in the temple. "

"Amitabha, please rest assured, the donor, we will take good care of Master Wuwen."

The fat monk took them to the Buddhist temple of Wuwenzhu.

After setting Wuwen, Qiao sent Song Bai to add money for sesame oil to the temple, and he stayed in the monastery and asked the monk a question.

"If someone wants to plant Sophora japonica in front of someone's house, and arrange them in an evil gossip array, what does it mean?"

The monk was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand what she was asking for, but didn't ask the reason. He directly replied: "Either there is too much yin here, or someone in the family has died."

Seeing Qiao’s face solemn, the monk hesitated for a moment and wanted to ask, but at this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Song Bai returned.

The monk is not good to ask again, and swallows the words back into his stomach.

The two told him again and went down the mountain.

On the way down the mountain, Qiao Yi remained silent and said nothing. The frowning look made Song Bai very nervous, not even breathing too much, for fear that it would disturb Qiao Yi and annoy her.

Walking, Qiao Yi suddenly asked him: "Did you live in He's family since you were a child?"

(End of this chapter)