Unfortunately, even if she was willing to coax him, he still couldn't sleep.

Ten monks were wearing golden robes and sat upright around the altar in a formation. The tall golden Buddha was placed on the altar, and there was a smell of sandalwood in the air.

Li Huailin waited quietly, and within a moment, the sound of chains sounded when he entered the altar.

The man was wearing her favorite Yaochi Peony Palace outfit, which she had previously loved. Her appearance changed, but her aura did not change. She walked towards the altar step by step with the sound of chains, her back straightened and her mouth was smiling.

When she noticed his gaze, she looked over from afar, her smile gradually dissipated and her eyes gradually became cold.

The guard behind her whispered something, and she froze and slowly knelt down in his direction.

Are you very disappointed with him? Li Huailin smiled lowly and rubbed the dragon head on the handrail and thought. The emperor once said that he would definitely become a wise king, but before he became a wise king, he became a tyrant.

Do you regret it? I regret having a younger brother like him.

The hand wearing a ring clenched slightly, and after a moment, she let go. Li Huailin returned to normal, looked at Shichen, and said, "Let's start."

The location belonging to Ziyangjun is empty, with a cool breeze blowing, and the black red chair surface is filled with a layer of cold air.

Li Huaiyu glanced at the chair, pinched the Buddhist beads in his hand, and lay on the altar.

Eight incense burners were placed around the altar. As soon as she went up, incense was lit in the incense burner. The monks around her chanting became louder, and the mum was mooing. It was a headache.

Li Huailin lowered his eyes and did not look at it. He rubbed the carved dragon on the handrail again and again. When he stroked the 20th stroke, a scream came from the altar.

"Ah--" A needle pierced in the middle of his eyebrows, and Li Huaiyu screamed in pain, frightened the guards around the altar so that they all took two steps back.

The monk holding the needle looked at her and muttered something in his mouth.

Huaiyu frowned and listened, it was the first paragraph of the Guanyin Sutra.

Thinking of a long time ago, when Jiang Xuanjin felt quarrel and made a fuss with a dark face, what she said to him was: "This is memorizing the "Guanyin Sutra".

Her heart shrank slightly, and her nervousness subsided, and she laughed softly.

The monk holding the needle frowned, turned his back to the emperor, and shook his head at her.

Can't laugh.

Huaiyu was stunned. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the monk, his eyes fell on the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and finally knew something was wrong.

There are ten large Buddhist beads hanging by the monk, each with words engraved on it. Wherever her eyes can see the words "giving", "precept" and "forbearance".

It's the same as the engraved words she wore on her wrist.

Taking a light breath, Li Huaiyu clenched his hand tightly.

These people...

"It hurts so much! Ah!" The sound of chanting scriptures around him became louder, and the screams on the altar became louder and louder.

The royal relatives stood beside him and didn't dare to say anything, for fear that Danyang's soul would come out to entangle someone, but the monks seemed to be really powerful. After reading several Buddhist teachings, Danyang's screams became smaller and weaker and weaker.

With a "bang", the monk's sleeves on the altar waved, and a fire suddenly burst into the air. The fire was extremely strong, but after a moment, it turned into ashes.

"What is that?" Li Huailin asked with a frown.

Qi Han next to him bowed and said, "Maybe it's burning the soul."

The monk's movements did not stop. He opened a stone strip long forearm, took out the runes, lit them with the candle on the desk, threw them into the air, and then burst into flames again.

The person lying on the altar let out a dry whine from his throat, his hands stretched out into the air unwillingly, trembling twice, and finally fell powerlessly.

At the same time, the monk on the other end pulled out a burlap bag, lit the last ball of fire, and then used the bag to collect it-

The burlap bag was bulging, and there seemed to be something moving inside.

Everyone was gasping for breath when they saw it. The timid one turned around and ran away.

Li Huailin looked at the bag with a complicated expression, turned his head and asked Liu Yunlie: "Where is the thing?"

Liu Yunlie handed a treasure box, and he opened it, and there was a shattered jade pendant inside.

"Let them do it together." Close the box and Li Huailin asked someone to send it to the altar.

The monk then took a look at the treasure box, threw it into the brazier next to it and burned it, and sent a message: "The wronged soul has been collected, and it needs to be done for another two days to ritual to salvation."

Bai Dezhong, who was waiting on the side, burst into tears and knelt down at Li Huailin: "Your Majesty, can you return the pearl to the old minister?"

Li Huailin looked at the lifeless person on the altar, thought for a moment, and said, "Take the person to Fulu Palace to rest. When she wakes up, I have something to ask."

The emperor was very cautious and it was not so easy to let anyone go.

Bai De lowered his eyes and responded stiffly, then led a few people forward and lifted Bai Zhuji, who was not sure whether he was dead or alive.

"Zhu Ji..." After exploring her breath, Bai Dezhong didn't want any etiquette face in front of so many people, so he choked and burst into tears.

Li Huailin looked at it, pursed his lips and said, "Miss Bai Si has really suffered an unreasonable disaster."

"Yes." Liu Yunlie responded, turned his head to look at Lingxiu next to him and said, "Go and see. If your lady comes back, please come and report it."

Lingxiu can distinguish between Danyang and Miss Bai Si. Let her watch it, which can eliminate future troubles.

"Yes." Lingxiu responded obediently and went to Fulu Palace with Bai Dezhong.

The guards stared at him all the way, not relaxing at all because the soul-removing ended. But the Censor Bai was really sad. They didn't see any flaws at all. Listening to his crying, they were even infected a little sad.

So when they arrived at the Fulu Palace, they guarded outside the hall, leaving two points of quiet for the people inside.

Bai Dezhong couldn't stop crying, not daring to stop at all. Even if there were no tears on his face, his voice was sincere.

Li Huaiyu opened his eyes and whispered: "You are amazing too!"

I thought he was as serious as him and could not act, but who knew that this was still an old actor. When she heard the sad cry, she almost thought she was dead.

Glazed at her, Bai Dezhong wrote on the table while crying: Leave the palace.

Lingxiu listened to the movement outside and ran back and whispered anxiously: "No, there are people outside, and there is no way to go out."

I thought they could take her away by hiding the world on the altar, but who would have thought that the emperor was so alert that he had to wait until he woke up before asking questions before he could let him go.

The Bai Zhuji in front of him is still Li Huaiyu. What if he can't hide it from the emperor? Then the Bai Mansion and the monks full of the altar will definitely be implicated.

Bai Dezhong and Lingxiu were both a little anxious, but Li Huaiyu, who was sitting opposite him, was very calm.

She reached out to hold her chin and asked them curiously: "Don't you want Miss Bai Si to come back?"

Bai Zhuji is Bai Dezhong's biological daughter. What reason does he have to help her, the eldest princess he hated the most in the past?

Lingxiu squatted beside her and whispered: "I have been serving the lady for more than ten years. If I can, I want the lady to come back."

But her lady died as early as the fourth day of April.

Five days ago, the monk from Hanshan Temple came to Bai Mansion. The monk told them that only when a person dies will his body be occupied by other souls. Once the soul is driven away, the original body will be a corpse.

In other words, Li Huaiyu is the one who keeps Miss Bai Si alive. If something happens to her, Miss Bai Si should be buried.

Lingxiu explained these words to Li Huaiyu quietly, looking a little sad.

Li Huaiyu was silent.

To be honest, even if she resurrected the three souls and seven spirits through the corpse, she still doesn’t know what the name is. Why are these monks who have never died so sure that Miss Bai Si’s soul will definitely be gone?

After touching the Buddhist beads on her wrist, her eyes moved slightly, and an indescribable feeling appeared in her heart.

"What should I do now?" Lingxiu was still anxious.

Bai Dezhong stopped crying, frowned, and looked embarrassed.

Huaiyu knocked on the table very easily: "Just find a spark."

Even if they didn't help her today, she had prepared a way to escape. Now that she has arrived at the Fulu Palace, everything is much simpler.

He stood up and held the table and stabilized his body. Huaiyu stepped forward and walked slowly towards the door.

"What are you doing?" Lingxiu was so scared that she followed her and supported her. She looked at the four shadows reflected on the hall gate, shook her head repeatedly, "Someone is guarding her!"

"I know." Huaiyu nodded, walked to the door of the hall, reached out and knocked lightly twice.

"What's going on?" A man guarding outside the door turned around in confusion and asked.

The answer to him was a hand knife from the guard next to him.

With a "bang", the guard fell to the ground with his man and his knife, and the palace gate was then pushed open.

Lingxiu was so shocked that she pulled Li Huaiyu backwards. When she looked up, she saw three people wearing guard clothes crossing the door, taking off their silver red-sized helmets, holding them in her hand, bowing to the person beside her: "Your Highness!"

"There is no time to delay." After taking the fire note handed over by Qingxian, Huaiyu turned around and looked at Bai Dezhong and Lingxiu and said, "You guys should leave here quickly and report to His Majesty, saying that I am awake and ask him to come and see him."

Bai De looked at the three guards again and frowned: "You want to escape?"

"I won't run away, are you waiting to kill more people?" Pi smiled, Huaiyu reached out and grabbed Bai Dezhong's elbow, and half supported him and half pushed him away.

This action was very unconventional and inconsistent with ethics. Old Man Bai frowned again and stood outside the hall. He looked back at her and said, "Article 72 of the Law of the Great Wei Dynasty, those who deliberately set fire to burn the official residence or palace shall be punished with exile!"

When Huaiyu heard this familiar emphasis, he felt a little happy. He raised his chin and said, "I will exile myself after I finish burning, don't worry!"

Bai Dezhong opened his face, stared at her for a moment of silence, and whispered: "Be careful on the road."

His throat tightened, and Huaiyu looked at him in shock.

After saying this, Bai Dezhong did not intend to stay and see her set fire. He took Lingxiu with him and left without looking back.

This old man is really...
To be continued...