However, later, the Bayala people invited Wu Gongyao to mediate. When Wu Gongyao came to the mansion, he took a look at this pot of treasure at first sight. He asked if this flower bloomed all seasons and never withered? Professor Bayala's father said yes, what's the problem?

Wu Gongyao told him that this flower is not an ordinary Western Region mandala. According to our people in the Central Plains, this flower was originally a flower king growing in a place with strong yin energy. Maybe it grew up in a corpse pit and sucked into the underground corpse gas. On the surface, you smelled its scent and smelled it elegantly, but this fragrance permeates an endless yin energy. It will easily damage your life after being inhaled for a long time. This thing must not be left!

If this flower was originally a good thing for the Western Regions, Empress Dowager Cixi liked these precious strange flowers and plants, how could she give them to the bent people of Baiyala who were frowned? Someone told her that she had problems with this flower and was reluctant to give up her love.

However, this thing is indeed a treasure, a rare treasure. If you want the Bayala people to throw it away, you will be reluctant to let it go. Besides, Empress Dowager Cixi was actually the queen at that time. Who dared to throw away the treasures given by the emperor? That was a very disrespectful crime, and it was to destroy the nine clans.

Wu Gongyao gave him a photo, saying that the mandala flower has enough yin energy, so you can use a sandalwood box to lock it. After several years, its yin energy will naturally wither and wither if it is sucked dry by sandalwood.

Bayara knew that this flower was an ominous thing, so she did not take it when she left, but locked it in the Sutra Library in the back garden of her home. The small building on the upper floor was where Professor Bayara's grandfather once lived. The bookshelf on the opposite house were filled with Mahayana Buddhism, and she also hoped that this could shock the yin energy of the pot of Mandala.

"I said, "Old man, your family is too big? Although it cannot be compared with the Forbidden City, it will definitely be several laps than the Manchukuo Palace. If I go on, I will have lunch."

"Do you think I think? I was not born in Wala Mansion since I was a child, so I can only find it slowly based on my father's description. This pot of flowers cannot be kept. When my father died, my father told me to destroy it with a chance, because Mr. Yao said back then that if the sandalwood box cannot trap it ten years later, it means it will really be a disaster."

"Oh, I understand. It turns out that you are using me? I'm asking me to clean up these messes for you, right?"

"Haha... I don't trust anyone you can trust in this kind of thing? But I just hope Miss Caidian will not come to the back house, that flower..." He stopped talking because there was already a deserted garden in front of him. The garden was very large, and there were vegetation that had become extinct in the middle of the century. Some of them could not even be named. There was an antique two-story building in the depths of the garden. It should be the Sutra Library.

"Well, the architectural layout is good, it was made by the royal craftsmen of the previous dynasty? It's a bit of a waste to make the Sutra Library. This should be considered the best Feng Shui area in your Wala Mansion. It would be even better if you dig a Panlong Water Pool in the garden." Wushuang said.

"You little boy show off these things in front of me. That pot of mandala should be on the second floor of the Sutra Library. Let's go! Let's open your eyes." Professor Bayala said.

Wushuang's nose was very sharp. When he approached the back garden, he began to sniff it constantly. His expression was extremely funny, just like a dog smelling wherever he went, desperately looking for the bones it like to eat.

"It shouldn't be needed. I've been in contact with Mandala. There is no fragrance in your back garden, and it seems that there is no yin energy. Forget it, my great-grandfather is not a god, so he might have been wrong this time." Wushuang didn't have the heart to accompany Bayala around here. In fact, he is thinking about Lan Caidie in his heart now, but he just doesn't say anything. This is the first time that Lan Caidie left without saying goodbye. Caidie is a cautious girl. If there is an urgent matter, he will definitely leave a letter.

"Wait..." Wushuang shook his keen nose. He smelled a familiar smell in the air, which was the fragrance of the girl that remained on Caidie's body. Since the last incident, Caidie has rarely used the fragrance stealing technique. The smell on her body is definitely pure natural, without any rouge powder.

"It's Caidie! Caidie has been here!"

"Ah? I'm really afraid of anything I'm going to do. I'm so kind to bless you. I hope this girl won't open the sandalwood box!" Professor Bayala quickly rushed in with Wushuang and pushed open the wooden door of the Sutra Tower.

"Professor, don't worry, the yin energy in this room is a bit heavy! Why didn't you open the window before you left? How could a house that has not seen any sunlight for more than 90 years? What old objects are not so good?" Wushuang asked him.

Without saying a word, Wushuang first opened all the windows on the first floor to let the morning light shoot into the dark old house, and then lit nine candles in the house, forming a circle. Then he cut his middle finger with a dagger and sprinkled his pure yang finger blood on the threshold of the Sutra Tower.

"At least 5, I'll tell you, my blood is charged at 100 yuan! Remember to pay back the money when you go back!" Wushuang searched the first floor all over, but still couldn't see the shadow of Lan Caidian. Finally, behind the screen, a row of delicate small footprints of Lan Caidian were found on the steps leading to the second floor.

"Professor, wait for me here!" Wushuang told him that he had experience in this kind of thing. The old man was too old and his body was lacking in yang energy. It would be better to participate less.

Wushuang likes to be open and upright whenever he goes, and doesn’t like to hide it. According to his words, “I will come when I come. If you have the ability, you will kill me! If you don’t have the ability, you will kill you! If you don’t have the ability, you will kill you!”

Thumb... I rushed up the creaking stairs in a few steps. Upstairs, there was no light, and there was no pungent smell of decay everywhere.

"Caidie? Caidie? Are you here? Are you okay to reply to my words?" Wushuang shouted.

But there are only two rooms on the second floor, and the area is much smaller than the first floor, and there is no sound of Blue Color Butterfly. The entire second floor is silent, without a trace of anger, as if no one has ever been there. However, Wushuang still captured the fragrance remaining on Blue Color Butterfly in the decayed breath.

Click... the crisp zippo sounded, Wushuang lit a cigarette, and looked at the fire. The bedroom to the west was empty, but there was a large wooden box on the table in the west room, with exquisite carvings on it, which should be the sandalwood box that Professor Bayara mentioned. The lid had been opened, and there were metal thimbles on the table that were cut open by colorful butterflies.
Chapter completed!