On the rooftop opposite, Bai Xingye listened to the series of screams and fell silent.
Exactly what happened to cause such chaos?
Even if the Xiu Luo Envoy acted, it shouldn’t scare people like this, right?
It seems Song Qingying’s evil deeds have been punished; a passing immortal must have found her displeasing and decided to teach her a lesson!
Thinking of this, Bai Xingye took advantage of the night and turned to go back to his room.
Little did he know, Feng Fuce who had just left Bai Zhi’er’s room, was glancing in the direction of Song Qingying’s courtyard.
His slender fingertips slowly ford a fist.
The "evil ghosts" transford by the demon vanished with a bang.
The punishnt he had given to Song Qingying was far from over.
Duke Huan suffered from the kick for quite a while.
Finally, he angrily pointed at a maid: "Go, go and get a monk here."
The maid also felt that the lady was possessed, and quickly called a few house servants to carry a sedan chair to the National Temple.
However, sothing even more absurd happened.
After picking up the monk, they hurried back to the Duke Mansion.
But suddenly, one of the house servants carrying the sedan chair felt sothing hit his ankle, causing it to go numb!
Unable to keep his balance, he knelt down with a crash.
Because of his fall, the sedan chair beca unstable, and Master Fayun from the National Temple rolled out of it!
His shiny bald head hit a stone on the side.
He fainted imdiately!
The maid scread in panic: "This is bad, the monk has fainted!"
They had no choice but to send Master Fayun back to the National Temple.
The news reached the Duke Huan Mansion, and Duke Huan clutched his kicked abdon, gasping in pain.
Hearing that the monk fell out of the sedan chair and fainted, he was astonished: "What on earth is going on?!"
"I don’t believe it, is it really that curse? You there, take so martial arts-skilled protectors and fetch Sui’an Daoist from Baiying Temple to treat Qingying!"
This ti, the protectors went on horseback, deliberately slowing down to prevent any falls.
However, upon reaching Baiying Temple, they heard that Sui’an Daoist had just been invited away by soone.
In the Capital, those renowned monks or Taoists were either suddenly incapacitated by stomach pains or fell into an unbreakable slumber.
Otherwise, they were invited away unexpectedly.
In the end, no one could handle Song Qingying’s situation.
Madam Wei anxiously paced back and forth in the hall.
She clapped her hands in prayer, tears in her voice: "I beg the heavens for rcy, what is happening."
It never rains but it pours.
Her son had just been imprisoned, and now her daughter was possessed!
Duke Huan could only head to the shrine.
Completely at a loss, he could only cast divination blocks, hoping to communicate with the ancestors’ souls to understand the underlying issue.
Duke Huan first pressed the divination blocks against his forehead, announced which generation of the Song family he belonged to, and then asked the ancestors about his bewildering matters.
Finally, he bowed three tis and tossed the blocks.
The blocks clattered to the ground, landing face-down, signaling a negative divination.
Duke Huan cast them three tis, each with the sa result, two negative blocks.
He was stunned, unable to believe it, and turned to the housekeeper: "Does this an..."
The housekeeper tried to smile but looked like he was crying, also sensing sothing terribly wrong.
"Bad news, the immortals and ghosts are displeased, and the ancestors an to say they can’t help."
"Master, it seems our young lady is in big trouble this ti!"
Duke Huan frowned deeply.
How did this curse co about?
He imdiately waved his sleeve: "Prepare the carriage, I must enter the palace. Once the Emperor awakens, I will request the Emperor to arrange for the palace monks to perform a ritual."
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