"You... you stay away, stay away!"
Hearing such a frightened voice, Xiaobei smiled faintly, "Master, as I said earlier, I want to have a good chat with you. If I don’t get a little closer, how can we have a good chat?"
Almost in panic, he looked at Xiaobei in horror, and said frantically, "My ears work just fine, you don’t need to come over on purpose. I can hear you very clearly, so stop right there!"
"But Master, I want to better listen to your wise teachings!"
Responding this way, Xiaobei raised his hand and directly grabbed him, who was as pale as paper.
At this moment, Xiaobei spoke with anxious fear, "Master, what’s happening! I can’t control myself, please think of a way fast, or else I might do something excessive!"
Upon hearing Xiaobei’s urgent words, he trembled all over, "Don’t grab me, let go of me, stay away from me, stay away from me!"
"I’d like to do that too, but I can’t control myself right now, you have to tell me what to do! Tell me what to do!"
As he spoke, Xiaobei gripped his clothes even harder.
This caused the black robe to wrap tightly around his body.
He really felt like he was about to suffocate!
Knowing he could no longer provoke Xiaobei, he slowed his tone as much as possible, "You... put me down first, just put me down!"
"I can’t! I really can’t! I feel like something’s controlling me! I really can’t control my hands!"
Hearing Xiaobei’s urgent words, Guo Meiyu and Han Xueyao realized what Xiaobei was up to.
Exchanging a glance, they hurriedly approached with feigned anxiety.
"Master, quickly help Xiaobei see what’s happening to him! Money is not an issue!"
"Right, we can’t lose him!"
Hearing Guo Meiyu and Han Xueyao thus panicked, the elderly around them also quickly chimed in anxiously.
"Master, you have a heart of a Bodhisattva, please think of something!"
"Yes, indeed!"
Seeing everyone persuading him like this, he felt like spitting blood. Taking a deep breath, he spoke in a low voice, "Everyone, rest assured, I will surely try my best to help him!"
...
"It seems he still doesn’t want to tell the truth!"
With a cold sneer, Xiaobei suddenly grabbed him by the throat, "Master, since you don’t want to save me, whatever happens next, you can’t blame me."
"No! Don’t!"
Being grabbed by the throat, he quickly cried out in panic.
In the next moment, he shouted loudly, "You won’t go crazy because there’s nothing wrong with you."
Upon hearing him shout this, Xiaobei quickly responded, "Nothing wrong? You’re tricking me, right? Didn’t you say before that I was the culprit? Didn’t you say you must purify me to return me to normal? Then purify me now! Name your price, I’ll give anything."
"Exactly!"
His eyelid twitched fiercely as he quickly said, "There’s really nothing wrong with you. Before, I was just bragging. I’m not a master at all!"
Glancing at him, Xiaobei said matter-of-factly, "Master, it’s wrong for you to talk nonsense like this. Isn’t a master supposed to have compassion? Just because I have a lot of resentment, you don’t want to purify me? That’s harsh, isn’t it!"
Hearing Xiaobei’s vexed words, the people around also persuaded quickly...
"Exactly, Master!"
"Please, lend a hand!"
"That’s right!"
They too felt the master was making excuses to stay out of it...
...
"I..."
The so-called master was about to cry.
Just now he was speaking the truth, but they didn’t believe him at all...
Seeing their expectations, he said again, "I wasn’t joking with you before, I was telling the truth, I’m just a fraud. A complete fraud!"



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