Master Ji enters the temple hall.
Due to the renovation of the temple, the circuits were all turned off and it was a little dark inside. Fortunately, the moonlight was still bright, so it was not so dark that one could not even see their own fingers.
He observed his surroundings and found that it was still very ordinary. There was nothing special.
"Miao 'er, follow me to pay respects to Lord Shing Wong.”
Zhang Qiuyue pulled Ji Miao 'er towards the clay statue in the middle of the temple.
How do you want to do it? Ji Miao 'er said nervously.
As she spoke, she lifted her head to look at the clay statue in front of her. He was smiling. If she had seen him during the day, he would have given her a sense of familiarity. However, seeing him at night, Ji Miao 'er, who was already afraid of the dark, felt a little creeped out.
Zhang Qiuyue was worried.
She didn't know what to do. The only reason she could call Ji Miao 'er over was because she had' indirectly 'contacted Lord Shing Wong many times.
"Greetings, Lord Shing Wong. Please help me, Lord Shing Wong.”Zhang Qiuyue said. Although she was worried and didn't know what to do, she had thought about what to do on the way here.
Then, she picked up the incense that she had prepared and lit it.
Master Weighty told his daughter to kneel on the futon."Follow me when I speak."”
He had some understanding of the words of worshipping gods and praying to Buddha, so he planned to try using those words.
"Lord Shing Wong, please help me.”
Ji Miao 'er heard him and started to recite,"Lord Shing Wong, I beg you to help me…" Lord Weighty
nodded and continued to speak, while Ji Miao' er continued to recite.
The moment they said Lord Shing Wong.
In the netherworld.
An Yuanzheng closed his eyes and breathed in incense to cultivate.
A series of prayers came from the darkness. An Yanyuan's cultivation paused and he opened his eyes."Someone is praying at this time?”
He stood up, took a step forward, and disappeared.
Outside, inside the City God Temple.
Ji Miao 'er followed her father's words."Please help me, my stomach…" At
this moment, her words came to an abrupt halt as cold sweat oozed out of her forehead.
"Ah!" Ji Miao 'er clutched her stomach, feeling as if it was being torn apart.
The sudden turn of events made Master Weighty and Zhang Qiuyue panic.
"Miao 'er, what's wrong? Don't scare daddy.”Master Weighty hurriedly went to hold his daughter.
Zhang Qiuyue couldn't be bothered to light the incense stick. She went over to check on her good friend. She saw that Ji Miao 'er's lips were pale, and cold sweat had seeped into her forehead and neck. Her entire body was trembling, and her face was twisted in pain.
She panicked…What should she do? What should she do?
In the next moment.
Zhang Qiuyue's gaze fell on the statue of the Shing Wong An Yu."Lord Shing Wong, please show your spirit and save Miao 'er. There's a ghost in her stomach…"
She knelt on the ground anxiously and kowtowed to the floor as she spoke. She did not want her good friend to die at such a young age, and be tortured to death by a ghost.
The three of them had different reactions in the dimly lit temple.
As a father, he was worried about his daughter. He was clearly middle-aged, but his eyes were still filled with tears. He hugged his daughter and kept comforting her. His voice was trembling, and his face was filled with self-blame for not being able to help his daughter.
A woman who was suffering from the ghost infant's absorption of human qi.
A woman who was in pain for her good friend and instinctively knelt down and kowtowed to the gods to beg for help. Her face was filled with worry and anxiety.
They did not know.
Just as the woman was clutching her stomach and crying out in pain, a figure quietly appeared beside her. He walked out of the darkness and stared at Ji Miao 'er with a pair of sparkling eyes.
His mouth moved slightly, and there was a hint of inaudible words lingering around his lips."I'm not a ghost controller. I'm haunted by a malicious ghost…"
He extended his finger and tapped Ji Miao 'er's glabella. A faint halo lit up.
The light was like a drop of water, entering Ji Miao 'er's forehead and spreading to her face and body.
In an instant.
Ji Miao 'er's body glowed with a fluorescent light. Her face, which had been twisted in pain, had calmed down. Her eyes were closed, and she looked like a sleeping woman. If it weren't for the cold sweat that had seeped out of her forehead from the pain, she would have looked like a sleeping woman who was completely fine.
"This is…"
Master Ji's eyes widened as he saw his daughter's glabella suddenly glow, and then he saw the scene of the present.
Zhang Qiuyue noticed the abnormality here and her kowtowing movements paused.
An idea flashed through her mind.
This was…the Shing Wong helping Miao 'er relieve her pain!？
"Miao, how are you?”Master Weighty looked at his daughter's change and the sudden lack of movement, and his expression was anxious.
Zhang Qiuyue looked at Uncle Ji who was panicking with concern and opened her mouth to say that Miao 'er might be fine.
"Letting her sleep is much better than shaking her awake.”
A soft and magnetic voice rang out, and Zhang Qiuyue and Master Weighty instinctively looked in the direction of the voice.
Zhang Qiuyue's red lips parted slightly, and her beautiful face froze.
At some point in time, there was a person standing beside him. He was wearing a long robe with ink and gold lining. He had a smile that made people unable to get angry and instinctively close to him. He stood there quietly.
Look at this person's face
Zhang Qiuyue suddenly looked at the clay statue of Lord Shing Wong. They were very similar!
…Yong Ru Bo An Yu Yuan.
Zhang Qiuyue's delicate body trembled slightly. A historical description of Lord Shing Wong flashed through her mind.
She was in a daze. She was in a state of chaos and muddle-headed. Her mind could not think at all. She had spent several days and nights searching for Lord Shing Wong. She had thought of many scenes of finding him. There were photos, and there were even traces of him accidentally. There were too many, but she had never thought that they would meet under such circumstances. It was very different from what she had imagined.
Soon after, she felt that she had been wrong in the past, very wrong.
This was the appearance of the City God, Yong Ru Bo An Yuyuan. The images of finding the City God in her mind were too mundane.
It was a form of disrespect!
"You." Lord Weighty was stunned at first, but he soon regained his senses. By now, even if he was panicking, he could still react.
"Lord Shing Wong."
He subconsciously read out his thoughts. His voice was low and hoarse, and he felt something blocking his throat.
"She'll be fine. Don't worry.”An Yanyuan comforted him.
He smiled.
Then, he looked at Ji Miao 'er's bulging belly. Lord Weighty turned his body slightly and planned to carry Ji Miao 'er out of his arms so that An Yuanyuan could have a better view.
"No need. Just let her sleep like this. I can see clearly. This will wake her up.”An Yanyuan gently stopped him.
Then, he raised his arm and extended his left hand from his wide sleeve. There was a yellow halo on it, and one could vaguely smell the thin sandalwood fragrance, making one instinctively relax.
In a flash.
The light on Ji Miao 'er's body converged and slowly gathered at her abdomen. Meanwhile, the light in An Yanyuan's hand scattered.
He raised his hand slightly.
Ji Miao 'er's stomach moved, and a ball of light shot out from it. As the ball of light appeared, her stomach slowly disappeared.
Zhang Qiuyue covered her mouth and cried out in fear. She saw a ghost baby with pale skin curled up in the halo. It did not move, as if it was dead or asleep. It did not know its situation at all.
"It's really..."
Lord Weighty was shocked and looked at the ghost baby in disbelief. His daughter's stomach actually had such a ghost?!
An Yanyuan called Ghost Baby to the side.
Just as he was about to say that everything was fine and that there was no need to worry, his gaze swept past Zhang Qiuyue and the other two.
"The dying phase of the
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