The wind brushed the robe and the Nangong dust was silent.

Hui-jue walked beside him and looked at him with his head tilted.
Such a peerless smile should look good.
But Hui-jue never saw him smile, and he never laughed.
Looking out of the window, Hui-jue suddenly remembered that a girl with peach blossoms was sitting in the tree with her cheeks propped up in the heavy snow in the wild prison that year, and she looked distressed.
It’s been nine years in a flash.
"Do you still think of her occasionally?" He asked while his eyes rested on the flamboyant pink flower tree outside the tower.
The clear moonlight covered the treetops, and the peaches seemed to feel something and looked into Hui Jue’s eyes.
There was a flash of golden light in the monk’s eyes, and she vaguely remembered that he seemed to have a pair of unique eyes of yin and yang.
Yes, she is not a ghost at the moment, but consciousness.
Even so, can he see it?
After staring at the treetops for a long time, Hui Jue rubbed his eyes. "Maybe she still has no body and soul to convert to."
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Tens of thousands of ordinary people kneel on the white tower.
The girl in purple robe is hiding in the corner in the long street, and most passers-by will cast a glance.
It’s hard not to be noticed by a beautiful girl with pink face, jade cheeks and eyebrows like a willow knife
Then their eyes rested on the purple embroidered pattern of the girl’s robe, which was the spiritual master Cui Jia.
The Cui family belongs to the royal exorcism department, and all the spiritual masters are not weak. It is said that the patriarch is a powerful six-strain spiritual master.
In the Cui family, all the strength is respected, and people who are born without spiritual power will be trampled on as slaves in the family.
The identity of the girl in that corner is easy to guess.
A year ago, an embarrassed girl fled to the tower and asked God to plant a spiritual vein to get rid of her spiritual trap.
Her move caused everyone to laugh, and everyone knew that the venerable never stood on the tower except to exorcise evil spirits.
But that day, in full view of the public, he went up the tower and planted a spirit vein with her own hands.
The name of Hou Cui Guling has spread all over the world.
She used to be the humblest slave of Cui family, but she has comparable power because of the spiritual veins planted by your own hands.
When she returned to Cui’s childhood, she trampled on her feet, and people died one after another, with different tragic forms. And her strength jumped by leaps and bounds to become Cui Guzhu, the royal exorcism department, with the least top spiritual teacher.
Only the Cui family can wear purple, but now they can walk outside at will. The Cui family has Cui Guling.
Wen once whipped her with a whip. Miss Cui’s family disappeared and was found by the royal exorcism department in the den of evil spirits.
Cui Jia’s family, who once kicked her, all had their hands and feet cut off and soaked in medicinal liquor as prostitutes.
Cui family teenagers who had abused her were stripped of their bones and fed with immortal herbs, and then turned into a pool of mud and suffered eternal torture in the furnace-like hot symbol array
She almost killed Cui Jialing, but the royal family didn’t pursue it.
Because she is a faster and sharper knife than Cui Jiazhong’s spiritual masters.
Be ruthless and unscrupulous.
On treating evil spirits or human life as humble and contemptible ants.
The royal family need such a vicious and obedient soul.
Realizing that the young girl is Cui Guling, she dare not look again.
They hurried past and walked on to the White Pagoda and knelt down.
Cui Guling stared at the white tower in the distance with a cool color in his eyes.
A glance at the White Pagoda that spring made her remember for a long time.
After killing those who bullied her, she built a high pavilion in Cui’s house and looked at the tower in the distance every night.
With the help of the magic power, she can always see a haunting figure through the window.
Although not clear, he looked at the moon many nights.
Seven days ago, a monk went to the tower late at night.
It was the first time she saw an outsider in the tower. She couldn’t hear or see clearly. Out of curiosity, she asked for a visit to the White Tower by a demon that was parasitic on her.
When he came back, the devil said that the man would make a bone doll.
The puppet master was wiped out, but there are still dolls in the world.
Bone dolls need to be made from the blood of the ribs and apex of the doll, which is a good choice among dolls.