Chapter 352 Magic

A high fever that does not subside can lead to death. In addition, Chu Yuanyan's body is weak. This disease is like a mountain collapse. Doctors all over the city and the imperial doctors from Quantai Hospital came to see him. They all shook their heads and sighed, and even ordered Lu Ziqi to prepare for the funeral.

After hearing the news, Ye Canglan came to visit him personally. Seeing the former majestic God of War general in such a state, he didn't know what to say for a moment and just stood in front of the bed in a daze.

Lu Ziqi suppressed the grief in his heart and stepped forward to ask, "Your Highness, does he know why Miss Gu suddenly left Beijing?"

Ye Canglan shook his head, "I don't know, but the head of the Ouyang family left without even saying a word. He must have encountered some emergency. I have sent people to chase him, and there will be results in the next two days."

Lu Ziqi felt very uncomfortable, especially when he saw his master with a faint breath on the bed, he felt even more sour.

Just when Ye Canglan was about to say goodbye and leave, a chamberlain hurriedly entered the room and reported to Ye Canglan, "Your Highness, the people sent to chase the head of the Ouyang family are back."

Ye Canglan's eyes lit up and he asked quickly: "Where are the people?"

The waiter turned his head and shouted towards the door, "Come in!"

A man in black attire walked in quickly, walked in front of Ye Canglan and saluted respectfully.

"No need to be polite, just say it!"

The man said: "Reporting to Your Highness, my subordinates and others followed the traces left by the head of the Ouyang family on the road to Putuo Mountain in Yunzhou."

"Putuo Mountain? What are they doing in Putuo Mountain?"

The man shook his head, "The traces of the Ouyang family head and others disappeared when they arrived at Putuo Mountain. They must have entered the Wanfo Temple. When the subordinates and others rushed to the Wanfo Temple, they happened to encounter the Buddhist temple that closed the gate, and the subordinates and others were not allowed to enter."

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Yunzhou Putuo Mountain

Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple

Gu Zhian was lying unconsciously in a guest room in the Buddhist temple. There were some people around the bed, including Ouyang Jingcheng, Ouyang Changping, Zeng, and several bald monks. The most conspicuous one was naturally wearing a yellow monk's robe.

Master Jiwu.

Ouyang Jingcheng asked Master Jiyuan: "Master, how is my little girl?"

Master Jiyuan looked at the Qi surrounding Gu Zhian. The Qi was a little loose and unstable. Fortunately, he was protected by a golden light of merit that was almost as thick as a thumb. This way, the Qi was always stabilized and did not collapse. This is why Gu Zhian is still alive today.

The biggest reason.

And the Buddha relic can only help her resist some evil attacks. Ordinary people with mortal bodies have no power to resist when faced with the mysterious evil arts.

If it had been anyone else, without the relics of the Buddha or the golden light of merit as thick as a thumb, he would have been killed immediately when attacked by such a powerful evil spell.

"Although Donor Gu was in a coma, her consciousness was always fighting against the evil spell. However, the person who cast the spell was too powerful, and the Donor was just an ordinary person. She had no choice but to rely on her own opportunities to resist, although the results were quite effective.

It’s a little bit, but it still saved my life for the time being.”

When Ouyang Jingcheng heard this, his heart was pounding, and at the same time he was very angry. Who was the evil thief who was hiding in the dark and trying to kill his daughter?

"Master, if that little girl can't bear it, wouldn't it be——"

Master Jiyuan shook his head and smiled slightly, "Donor Ouyang, please be at ease. The poor monk has ordered the mountain gate to be closed. From today onwards, all the people in the temple will be mobilized to help Donor Gu through the Dharma."

One person may have little effect in crossing the law, but if there are hundreds of thousands of people, it will be very different.

Soon, Gu Zhian was carried to the center of the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, where all the monks had already sat down in their respective positions. After Master Jiyuan's Buddha's name, all the monks concentrated on praying and chanting sutras.

In the eyes of Master Jiyuan, strands of Buddha's light invisible to ordinary people slowly emerged in the air. The color of Buddha's light was very light yellow, but when a large number of silk-like Buddha's lights gathered together, the color began to change.

And as time goes by, the Buddha's light gathers more and more, and the color of the Buddha's light becomes darker and darker, turning into a light golden color.
Chapter completed!