At the forefront, holding a tray of Blackas he bowed and offered his respects, another shouted two times towards the room of Luo concubine.
They didn't look at me, and Old Gong remained inactive.
Soon, Luo Panren came out.
She saw the head on the tray and her expression changed slightly.
After the two Black Roscas said a few words, she nodded slightly, her lips curled up into a faint smile, and her demeanor became much more composed.
After some time, the two Black Roscas led us away from here.
On the way, there were many monks. Without exception, they all looked towards us. They could see the head in the tray. It was like a shock that made everyone too afraid to look directly at it, and the chanting became much quieter.
After about ten minutes of walking, we arrived at a very grand Buddhist hall.
The main entrance was open, and although the sunlight poured in, revealing the entire hall, the atmosphere was still thick with a sense of darkness, as if it had taken on a tangible form.
I saw an elderly man who was quite vigorous, bare-armed, although thin, his muscles were very firm. His short hair had completely turned white, his drooping skin did not give the impression of decay and old age like ordinary elderly people, but was thick and solid.
The monk's robe covered the rest of his body, and the clothing on his left arm was particularly thick.
In front of him, there were a large number of lotus seats, and there were some monks sitting densely. Judging from their clothing and breath, all of them were Black Roscas!
The one in the forefront, he was facing away from us, wearing the same monk's robe as the old man, and his hair was shaved as short as the old man's.
From their body shape, they looked very similar, but one was young and the other was old.
But in terms of appearance, the old man was very similar to my father and me!
The sutras he recited were like a melody, flowing smoothly.
The Black Roscas also chanted the sutras, just like the one opposite the old man, without exception.
In this large-scale sound, I heard my father's tone!
The person sitting opposite the old man was my father! He had completely blended into the environment here!
The two Black Roscas who led me and Luo Panren sat on the lotus seats at the back, chanting reverently. They left us standing here without any care, regardless of us.
I had a feeling that I couldn't put into words. It was like repression, but not like that. There was a vague sense of impulsion, wanting to sit among these people and chant with them.
It seemed as if there was a hand pushing me from somewhere in the distance.
Just then, I am in a state where Laogong is controlling my body. My will does not affect my body.
After a long time, the chanting stopped.
That old man is actually confirmed to be Xinbo!
He extended his hand with a smile.
My dad slightly bowed, rising from the lotus seat and kneeling in front of Xinbo. He took Xinbo's hand.
Xinbo covered my dad's hand with his other hand and gently tapped it twice, then spoke a few words.
The others raised their hands, then knelt down, becoming even more reverent.
I couldn't understand their words, but watching my dad's obedience and respect towards Xinbo made me feel a bit impatient. Fortunately, I am in a state where Laogong is controlling my body. Otherwise, I might have made a fool of myself.
Of course, it's not my dad's fault. Coming here required him to gather an immense amount of courage, and it is a sacrifice he is making.
At this time, Xinbo withdrew his hand, and he took out something from behind him. It was a yellow hat, wide at the top and flat, with the top becoming a thin sheet that resembled the fins of a fish turned upside down.
He placed the hat on my dad's head, and his expression was a bit sighing.
My dad sat back down on the lotus seat, looking even more reverent. He did not turn around the entire time.
He did not know that people were coming from the rear.
Otherwise, even if he couldn't recognize me, seeing Luo Panren would inevitably cause some change in his demeanor.
Xinbo slowly stood up, his gaze falling upon Luo Panren, and he moved out slowly.
It can be seen that Xinbo is very old and very old. His steps are very slow, as if he will run out of oil at any time.
Luo Panren's face showed a trace of deep unease, as if some bad memories were triggered.
She seemed to want to retreat, but dared not.
Xinbo stopped in front of the Buddhist hall and extended his hand.
Luo Panren shivered, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to become even deeper. She held Xinbo's hands and knelt down.
The words came from Xinbo's lips, and Luo Panren's face turned as pale as death.
However, she tremblingly said, "Mie Tong You."
The Black Roscas in the field suddenly chanted sutras, making the atmosphere particularly solemn.
Suddenly, my dad stood up, looking back abruptly with a look of terror.
"Mie Tang Me!"
Because they all simply three words, I can understand the tone, but still don't understand the meaning.
I could only tell that my dad was in a very bad mood. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Xinbo fiercely, then said a string of words.
The content is too much, and I can't distinguish the tone and words.
Xinbo shook his head and maintained a calm face, clearly not changing his decision.
My dad took a step forward as if to approach.
At the same time, all the Black Roscas in the Buddhist hall stood up. Some surrounded my dad, and they continued to recite sutras with their mouths. It's not just the number that is intimidating and their strength, but also making it impossible for my dad to move forward.
Xinbo looked at me, he joined his palms together, and said another sentence.
I joined my hands together, and Laogong controlled me to say, "To catch him, long live prosperity."
The grand meaning is unintelligible, but the last sentence can be understood. It must be that Xinbo has promised some kind of benefit.
My facial expression moved slightly, and it was Laogong controlling me to smile.
"What does the Luo family have to do with it! The Luo family doesn't deserve it!"
"You want to kill my mother, why not kill all the people of the Luo family to offer sacrifices first!?"
My dad finally broke down, and he didn't even hide his words; he cursed with anger.
I only realized this at that moment!
Xinbo is actually going to use Luo Panren for sacrifice?
This isn't a celebration at all; it's an additional sacrifice!?
My dad's gaze towards me is filled with a strong desire for revenge and anger.
Because of the change in appearance and my darkened skin, along with my weight loss, he couldn't recognize me at all!
"The Luo family is the bridge for communicating with the outside world for Hei Cheng Temple. Without them, we would always be limited and restricted."
"Child, your heart is not at peace. This is not good."
Because of my dad's reason, Xinbo also didn't hide his words. He looked very kind and compassionate.
Under such close proximity, I suddenly felt a strong urge. If I could cut with one sword right now, could I cut off Xinbo's head!?
Of course, this idea is absurd, just like Wuling standing in front of He You Tian and wondering if he can kill He You Tian.
The gap between me and Xinbo is definitely greater than the gap between Wuling and He You Tian.
After taking over a body and reincarnating, the out-of-body cultivation of high immortals is equivalent to living high-level celestial beings!
Even stronger, because high-level celestial beings have never really entered a container or carrier, while Xinbo doesn't know how many years or incarnations he has lived.
A group of Black Roscas walked over to where Luo Panren and me were standing. Several of them supported Luo Panren, as she could no longer stand normally; her legs were trembling continuously.
They led Luo Panren in a certain direction.
My dad wanted to rush out, but was directly pinned down by the Black Roscas, unable to move at all!
