The second master frowned, "What do you mean?" The woman glanced at him, waved her hand, and then pointed at Wu Youyou. If you want to talk about that, I will talk to this child too. I won't talk to you.

The second master was furious, "You have chosen it, right?!"

Wu Youyou stopped Erye, "Don't be excited..."

The woman looked at Erye coldly, without any intention of giving in.

The second master suppressed his anger and asked Wu Youyou in a low voice, "Can you talk to him do it? Will it be bad for you?"

"I don't know..." Wu Youyou whispered, "It should be okay..."

"Don't fucking it," the second master glared at him, "If it's not good to you, I would rather destroy him!"

Wu Youyou pondered for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter, let me talk!"

"Really?" The second master was still worried.

"Really", Wu Youyou was very sure, "It's just a talk. Anyway, you will do it. I just don't participate."

The second master hesitated for a moment, "Okay."

He looked at the woman, "Hey, come in and talk to my grandson!"

The woman nodded.

The second master took a few steps back and left the spiritual formation.

The woman waited for him to withdraw and then slowly walked into the formation.

A golden light flashed, and a monk covered in blood appeared in front of her.

This monk was about forty years old, very thin, with short beards, and his robes were ragged. He was soaked in blood and was dripping blood.

As soon as he came out, the woman fainted.

The monk glanced at the woman, folded his hands together, and saluted Wu Youyou, "Little donor..."

Wu Youyou nodded.

The monk sat down slowly, sighed long, and blood flowed out of his eyes.

Wu Youyou also sat down cross-legged.

"Master, if you have any grievances, just tell me," said Wu Youyou.

The monk raised his head, and a terrifying cold light appeared in his eyes.

"My monk's Dharma name Xuansen", he said, "I was originally the abbot of Donglin Temple..."

Wu Youyou frowned, "Donglin Temple? It turns out to be a temple?"

The monk nodded with blood and tears in his mouth.

"Donglin Temple was first built in the Song Dynasty and was an ancient temple," he said slowly, "I was originally from Xijing. I became a monk at Xianlong Temple since I was a child and practiced tantric Buddhism. Later, I was ordered by my master to come to this Donglin Temple to serve as the presidency and spread the Dharma and benefit sentient beings."

Wu Youyou nodded, "What's next?"

"After I came here, I spread the Dharma lineage here, and the incense in Donglin Temple was once very popular," said the monk, "The believers donated a lot of money at that time. I used this money to build a Great Vila Hall. Unexpectedly, the main hall was not completed, and the Ming Dynasty was destroyed. Next, the Qing Dynasty entered the pass and the lives were devastated. In the chaos, Donglin Temple was not spared. Most of the temple was burned down, and the monks fled. They were all left, leaving me with a small disciple. "

"What happened later?" Wu Youyou asked.

"Later...", the monk sighed and smiled bitterly, "Later, the Ma clan members came..."

"What did they do?" asked the second master.

The monk glanced at the second master and didn't say anything.

"What did they do?" Wu Youyou asked.

Then the monk continued, "One night, they fled here, knelt outside the broken temple, and begged me to take them in. Seeing that they were pitiful and felt pity, I let them stay. The little disciple took out the food in the cellar and made vegetarian food for them. After eating, they moved into the Great Vila Temple, which had been burned before completion, and settled there."

"What happened later?" asked the second master.

The monk glanced at him, but ignored him.

"What happened later?" Wu Youyou asked.

"Later, they killed my little disciple," the monk sneered, "Then, they killed me too. Then, they cooked us master and apprentice into a pot of meat and ate it..."

Wu Youyou frowned, "Have you eaten? Why?"

The second master also asked, "Why do you eat? There is no food?"

"There is no food...", the monk looked at Wu Youyou, "They stayed in the temple and ate all the food stored in the cellar. We had no food for them to eat. They captured my little disciple and forced me to hand over the food. I said there was no food anymore, and all the food was eaten up by them. They said that I heard that in order to build the Great Viagra Hall, I got a lot of money, but the Great Viagra Hall was not completed, so there must be still remaining money. They said that as long as I handed over the money, they would let my little disciple go and leave Donglin Temple. The monk had no choice but to hand over the money to them. But after they got the money, they did not believe in it. Not only did they not let anyone go, but they killed my little disciple. In grief and anger, the monk fought with them, but was caught by them because they were outnumbered."

He took a deep breath and continued, "They dismembered the little disciple in front of me. My heart was like a knife, so I recited the mantra for the little disciple to save his soul. But the leader of the Ma family thought that I was going to cast a spell to curse them, so he ordered someone to pry open my mouth and cut off my tongue. My monk endured the severe pain and continued to save my disciple. They were frightened, and several people came up together, chopped me up more than 40 swords, and cut me to death..."

He looked down at himself.

I saw that his body was covered with knife wounds, dozens of which were terrible.

Wu Youyou looked at the knife wound on his body and asked, "So, you recited the Blood Secret Mantra on your dying?"

The monk raised his head and smiled bitterly, "I am the original intention of me, just to save the little disciples. I am the one who is forced to do this by them..."

"What blood secret curse?" asked the second master.

The monk didn't say anything and looked at Wu Youyou.

"What is it?", the second master asked Wu Youyou.

Wu Youyou pondered for a moment, stood up, and looked at the monk, "The Blood Secret Mantra is an evil method. Even if you have eaten enough of the seven heads of the Ma clan, you will eventually fall into the devil's path forever and cannot be transcended. So why bother? Why not let the Ma family go, and let my second grandfather save you and help you enter the cycle of reincarnation early?"

The monk stood up slowly, looked at the second master outside, hesitated for a moment, and shook his head.

"What do you mean?", the second master frowned, "I don't think I can do it? Or do you don't want to?"

"The Blood Secret Mantra is a sacrifice with souls." The monk looked at Wu Youyou, "He has limited magic power and cannot save the poor monk at all. If the little donor really wants to help the poor monk, then please help the poor monk..."
Chapter completed!