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The Southern Mountains Vajra Temple had a thousand years of history and was an important sect in the south. In the history of the sect, there were many big monks who had been born, and they had left thick ink marks on the history books.

Now, the world has been pacified, carnage is everywhere, Vajra Temple is even more magnificent and glorious, after introducing the modern management system, Vajra Temple has even become a famous scenic area, where the daily profits are plentiful, and tourists weave about.

But today, there were actually quite a few people welcoming them within the monastery at the back mountain of the Vajra Temple. These people didn't go to the Great Hall of Treasure, but instead came to the back mountain, naturally with a reason.

Looking at these people, from their clothes and pants to their shoes and watches, which one of them was not of the highest quality? At the same time, it also represented their wealth.

"Next, Almsgiver Xia!" A high-pitched voice rang out and a small Shami appeared in the large hall.

When they heard this voice, a rich couple immediately burst into joy. They hurriedly got up and followed the little Shamei into the meditation room.

An hour later, the stout couple followed the little Shamei out of the side hall with relaxed expressions. They thanked her in the direction of the meditation room with gratitude. Their words were very emotional, causing the people who were waiting to start whispering to each other.

"Benefactor, I am sorry. Today's meeting time for Zen Master is up. Please come back tomorrow." Following that, little Shamei said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd burst into an uproar, many people silently scolded him before leaving. They all knew the rules, but there were some who were not understanding the rules, constantly shouting and asking, but after asking, they did not even have the qualifications to enter the door. Only after being sent out of the courtyard did they find out, that the Zen Masters only had three hours of meeting time everyday, when the time was up, they would have to go their separate ways of cultivation, unless they were acquaintances of the Zen Master, otherwise no one would be able to see them, and those who broke the rules no longer had the qualifications to enter again.

However, there were also people who wailed and wailed because they knew who were the people who lived here. They were true sages, living spirits, people who could treat illnesses, cure them, and search for the direction of life, as if there was nothing here that those Zen Masters couldn't do.

"Young Master, Young Master!" Then the people who were waiting for him did not leave. There was still a middle-aged man who had secretly followed behind the little Shamei and called out to him.

"Almsgiver, what else do you want?" Little Shamei clasped her hands and asked.

The middle-aged man held the little Shamei's hand tightly and cried out, "Little master, help me! Please help Chan Master Liao Ran! Please help him! My family's old man, aiya …"

With a worried expression, there was a trace of black smoke coming out from between his brows. Even little Shamei, who had learned the art of simple facial appearances, could tell that this person was not at home. His family must be in danger.

However, little Shami still used his hidden strength to pull out his hand. However, there was something extra on his hand. Little Shame's eyes immediately lit up as he recognized the limited edition Rolex watch. It was the same as before.

Without leaving any trace, he slipped his watch into his loose robes. Little Shame had a completely merciful expression on his face as he said, "Don't worry, Savior. Saving a life is worth seven levels of Buddha. This little one will go and ask for your forgiveness, master!"

In this way, the middle-aged man was naturally extremely grateful and constantly expressed his gratitude.

Ten minutes later, Little Shame came out again and led the way, saying that Chan Master Liao Ran had already agreed to meet him. The man expressed his gratitude again, he took off the yellow pear bracelet in his hand and gave it to Little Shame.

"You are Sun Yi, your father is entangled by evil spirits, many of the mages were helpless when they saw it?" The Precious Appearance Chan Master Liao Ran who was like a statue of Buddha answered.

"Yes, yes, my name is Sun Yi, I am a Chinese who returned to invest in the country, my father is Sun Lianlin, not long ago, he …" Sun Yi narrated the matter in a voice filled with fear and trepidation.

"Pig Slaughtering Knife. Strange, this old monk has seen many evil spirits possessing the sabre and sword, but how could a mere Pig Slaughtering Knife be so malicious?" Chan Master Liao Ran was confused after hearing this.

"Zen Master, that Pig Slaughtering Knife is also an antique. According to the experts' predictions, it was made during the Spring and Autumn Period.

Who was Ou Yezi? Who was the most famous Sword Crafting Master in history, how could he possibly forge a Pig Slaughtering Knife? However, since it was said that it was an ancient knife, he was somewhat suspicious in his heart. An ancient knife that could be passed down for more than a thousand years was not an ordinary knife, it had its own fortuitous encounter, and as long as it was a tool, it would definitely contain killing intent.

"If that's the case, why didn't you bring your father here? The Vajra Temple is a thousand year old ancient car, the buddhist dao is flourishing with thousands of buddha suppressed with thousands of buddha suppressed, what kind of brat dares to be impudent?" Chan Master Liao Ran asked again. His Vajra Temple was not fake, the incense burned endlessly for thousands of years, although the situation is now forced, and he opened up the front mountain monastery and collected a lot of wine and meat monks to take charge of the temple work, but this group of true monks cultivated at the back mountain day and night, their wishful thinking.

"Master, it's not that I don't want to bring him, it's just that I don't dare, my father knows some Feng Shui Ruo techniques, you can see how powerful that evil ghost is, if he knew what we were going to do the moment he arrived at the foot of the mountain, what would happen if he attacked first? Also, my father's blood was being drawn out day and night on the evil blade, his body would not be able to withstand the pressure, thus he did not dare to give my father a hard time."

Hearing these reasons, the Chan Master Liao Ran nodded his head and frowned. Every day, he would take three hours to meet those people who were related to him, not only would he help those people build a good relationship with those people, but he would also receive a large amount of income from this Vajra Temple of his. If he were to leave, he would lose god knows how much money.

Seeing Chan Master Liao Ran was frowning in hesitation, Sun Yi immediately took out a cheque he had prepared and handed it over. He said that it was for the Vajra Temple, and only after Chan Master Liao Ran read it did he finally nod his head and agree.

In this way, the Chan Master Liao Ran would have to travel a long distance. After ordering two disciples to go out with him, pack up their things and bring their scripture tools for another hour, they finally left the mountain gate with Sun Yi.

Outside the mountain gate, Sun Yi was waiting in a Mercedes-Benz. Unexpectedly, the Chan Master Liao Ran waved his hand and a Maybach drove out from the corner, surprising Sun Yi.

The appearance of two luxury cars was enough to attract attention in many places. However, in this place, most people were not surprised. Many monks knew who the extra seats belonged to and even stopped to salute after seeing them.

In a private hospital, Sun Yong and I watched Uncle lose his temper through the glass. He was extremely irritable when he smashed everything he could smash until he was tired and slowly fell asleep on his sickbed.

"That should be Son of Yi Ya's Resentment, right?" I wipe the cold sweat on my forehead. Uncle is currently being controlled by Son of Yi Ya's evil thoughts and Son of Yi Ya's Resentment, so Sun Chengzhi's evil thoughts are still fine, as long as they don't have any killing intent towards him, and then fawn on him, we can basically first stabilize him, and then satisfy his various hobbies such as eating, drinking, sex, and so on. However, Son of Yi Ya's Resentment is the one that we are most afraid of, because we don't understand it at all.

"Yes, but he did not kill anyone. Seems like they already have a lot of rationality, the reason he used such a method to vent his anger was to maintain his current identity, and obtain more blood or spiritual energy," Sun Yong said as he also let out a sigh of relief.

"These two … are trying to become spirited, right?" I blurted out. I didn't know what went wrong with the Pig Slaughtering Knife. Why would there be such a strange change?

"I don't know if it'll work, but I do know that my grandfather won't be able to hold out for three days. After three days, even if he destroys the blade, my grandfather will definitely die," Sun Yong said in a low voice.

Although his grandfather usually paid attention to body care, so his body was very healthy, much better than people of the same age, but he couldn't endure this kind of torture. First, he drew blood, which was at least a few hundred milliliters per day, followed by an unlimited amount of blood transfusions.

"Don't worry, with this in hand, Uncle will be fine as long as he still has a breath left," I shook the test tube that Qian Yilin left for me.

Initially, I ate this test tube ten times. Later on, I gave a portion to Uncle, who sent it abroad to study it. Now, there are still nine portions, which means to say that it can preserve at least nine months of my life.

"The Southern Mountains Vajra Temple would take around a day to get here, and we would have to wait outside. My father needs to find the Chan Master Liao Ran within five hours, and it would be very difficult for me to return," Sun Yong said.

Theoretically, there was enough time, but everyone knew that it was impossible.

"Sun Yong, this won't do. We can't move the medicinal blood in advance. Once it moves, there won't be enough time to do anything!" I immediately hid the medicinal blood.

From our understanding, this medicinal blood should have a very powerful energy, which is also spirit energy. So, if the two inside Uncle knew about this, it would be too late. Not only will the Uncle die, we will also go for it with all our might.

"Then what do you think we should do? If we don't make it in time, my grandfather will die!" Sun Yong angrily roared.

"Calm down, don't become deranged. Agreeing to have you stir up trouble is already breaking our bottom line. Moreover, do you want to completely turn into a devil? If you have the time, why don't you think of a way to lower the anger in your Vajra Temple?" I yelled at Sun Yong.

It can be said that he has no humanity, but he is the best way for us right now, but doing so will bring us endless trouble, especially the anger from Vajra Temple, they have a very high position in the Buddhist Sect, if they blow up, we might have to seek refuge abroad.

Sun Yong sneered. Even an ancestor could be killed, so who could lower their anger? This was simply an irreconcilable enmity.