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Madmen often spoke in a muddled, topsy-turvy fashion. Jiuxiao, at this very moment, was giving Qiong Luo a tremendous headache.
If she let him go, who knew how many would become ghosts beneath this killer's blade? Therefore, Qiong Luo decided to bear it all herself. At most, it would only cost her some time.
Yet she could never have imagined that, because of this bald thief's sudden intrusion, her mortal tribulation would become incomparably difficult—countless times harder than she had anticipated.
But none of this was something she could foresee. For now, she was still carefully tending to the bald thief, hoping he could become a normal person.
"The Dao endures, the heart remains steadfast, and for ten thousand ages, one becomes immortal." Jiuxiao's words were full of confusion.
Until one day, Qiong Luo discovered a tiny crack in her Dao Heart. Her initial delight was followed by indescribable pain, because dense evil qi seeped from that crack. It was said that only peerless great demons sealed beneath the Nine Netherworlds fed upon such things. In the mortal world, this substance was called an evil spirit.
This discovery put Qiong Luo on guard, but she had no solution. She wanted to seek a wisp of Buddha's light from a temple to dispel it, but as a demon beast, she could not go there in person.
A few days later, Qiong Luo decided to take Jiuxiao to a temple and ask him to bring back Buddha's light. The two arrived at a temple a hundred li away.
The temple was not large. Aside from the abbot, there were only three others, yet it possessed the air of a century-old ancient monastery. Moss covered the steps, and the Buddhist statues bore the marks of countless