"Yes. As long as it can recite the Great Compassion Mantra, and can do so without a single mistake for forty-nine days, it would be separated."
Little Taotie waved her little hand.
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, she grabbed the Horse-Faced Bell and started to shake it vigorously: "Horse-Faced Vidyaraja, Horse-Faced Vidyaraja..."
The wind rose, and everyone, unable to endure the strong wind, involuntarily closed their eyes, even Shen Cang struggled to control it.
He realized that someone had arrived.
And he was no match for this person.
The other party did not want him to see, so he could not see, and was forced to close his eyes.
The sound of "whoosh whoosh" wind was in his ears.
They couldn’t hear a thing.
Little Taotie turned around and approaching her was a Horse-face mask, with eyes like obsidian intensely staring at her, she could hear a gentle laugh: "You should call me Master."
——A disciple taken by a split self, equals one’s own disciple.
The person had hair as black as lacquer that reached their waist, the front half was braided into several little braids tied with blue ribbons, while the back half cascaded down.
As he bent down close to Little Taotie, one of his little braids dangled in front of her, and without resisting, she grabbed it with her little hand.
Two pairs of eyes, one big, one small, gazed into each other’s.
Three seconds later, Little Taotie turned to the little braid in her hand, then to the bald patch on Horse-face’s head, staying blank for another three seconds.
Little Taotie came to her senses, handed the little braid back, with a face full of apology: "I... I’m too strong, I couldn’t hold back."
He sighed softly, reached for the little braid and pressed it back on his head, and the little braid went back into place.
Little Taotie’s eyes widened in surprise and she pointed to the little braid on his head, "It... grew back?"
Prince Ming, dressed in a blue cross-collared robe with very long sleeves, which featured flame patterns embroidered on the cuffs, raised his hand, and with the sleeve gently brushed his head, and then... he was bald.
Seeing the little girl’s wide eyes and her round, chubby cheeks looking dumbfounded and endearing, he chuckled softly, let down his sleeve, and the hair on his head was restored to its original flowing state.
"Everything is but an illusion," he said.
Little Taotie tilted her head in semi-understanding.
Prince Ming reached out and gently tapped her brow, seemingly discovering something, as his gaze shifted to the Big White Wolf in the iron enclosure.
At that moment, the Big White Wolf was forced to close its eyes by the strong wind, and its ears were blown down, covering its hearing.
"It’s for this creature that you’ve wasted another chance to call me."
"Let’s see, you have two bells, six chances in total. The first was to try my name, the second was wasted irresponsibly, the third was to call for Yinuo’s Spiritual Body, and this time for this wolf."
"Little Taotie, you only have two chances left."
Little Taotie touched her brow, where Prince Ming’s touch had felt warm just now.
"Can you help Puppy, and those innocent Spiritual Bodies?"
Little Taotie sighed like an adult: "Besides Puppy devouring those Spiritual Bodies, its companions also devoured many, and those spirits were innocent."
"I can help with that."
"Hold on, I only said I could help, but I didn’t say I would."
Little Taotie counted with her fingers, her voice pitiful: "Please help them."
"Call me ’Master’ once, and I’ll agree."
Little Taotie blinked her eyes and called out softly, "Master~"