The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

In the afternoon, He Chongtian and Xuan Guo went out to find food, and Master Zhuang came back carrying a pole.

On both sides of the load is a half-person-high basket filled with rice, vegetable oil.

After walking for nearly a whole day, Master Zhuang sat down to drink tea to relieve his fatigue as soon as he entered the door.

Knowing that only Chen Xiangyin was there, Master Zhuang thought about it and asked Chen Xiangyin, "How was your rest yesterday?"

It's hard for Chen Xiangyin to tell whether his rest last night was good or bad...

Seeing that she didn't reply, Master Zhuang added, "The air in this mountain is good and the aura is nourishing. Today I see you radiant and full of energy."

This is true, muscle soreness is one thing, and having enough power is also true.

Chen Xiangyin nodded, "Master Zhuang, what are your plans for the next step?"

Master Zhuang put down his tea cup and pointed at Chen Xiangyin's clothes, "Why didn't you change into something clean?"

Chen Xiangyin: "I'm not used to wearing other styles."

Master Zhuang shook his head and said: "It's just a piece of clothing, it shouldn't become your shackles. I feel tired just looking at the many shackles on your body."

Chen Xiangyin explained: "I just don't want to forget, and I don't dare to forget."

Master Zhuang looked at Chen Xiangyin with a bright look, and said sincerely: "Agarwood, don't feel sorry for yourself."

Chen Xiangyin was stunned. Master Zhuang saw her doubts and said, "I left the spell on your old clothes to help you strengthen your true mind."

Chen Xiang was surprised.

It turned out that in the basement of the ghost building, the old cheongsam that gathered spirits and caused resentment contained a spell left by Master Zhuang. No wonder she cracked it so easily, like a divine help.

She originally thought that she and Master Zhuang were completely unrelated people, but they met because she had something to ask for, and Master Zhuang happened to have this ability.

But according to how things have developed so far, there is an inextricable connection between the two. In other words, Master Zhuang knows her far better than she knows Master Zhuang.

A refreshing breeze blew by, and the rustling sound came from the fir trees, which was particularly quiet and healing.

The master raised his head and said in a calm and gentle voice, "Look at these fir trees, which one has not withstood hundreds of years of wind and rain?"

As she said that, she looked down at Chen Xiangyin, her eyes conveying a firm strength, "So... don't pity yourself. You can wear the cheongsam if you like, but it shouldn't become a shackle for you to protect yourself."

Chen Xiang's heart was filled with ups and downs, "Master Zhuang, how much do you know about me? Is that pot of greeting gift that we just met yesterday just to find an excuse for me to relax my stubborn habit?"

Master Zhuang acquiesced and continued: "I may know more than you know, but..."

She pointed to the wordless stake pierced through her mouth and said, "Be careful what you say."

Chen Xiang's heart suddenly tightened, "You are only over seventy this year, how did you learn about me?"

A hundred meters away, footsteps were approaching, He Chongtian and Xuan Guo were about to return.

Master Zhuang looked hesitant, whether to say it or not, what to say... She thought quickly and finally decided to say it.

"Good and evil, yin and yang, have been in opposition to each other since ancient times. The so-called final law that my disciple told you before he died..."

When he said this, Master Zhuang's expression clearly flashed with bitter pain, and he paused before continuing.

"It is the inheritance of evil ways. Since evil has inheritance, righteousness also naturally has inheritance. The sun rises and the moon sets, and time does not stop. The ebb and flow of each generation spreads... The predecessors walked the great road and planted good causes. With my help, they led to You inherit..."

When the words stopped here, Master Zhuang's expression changed slightly and he looked up at the sky. The door was pushed open in the next second, and He Chongtian and Xuan Guo came back.

Master Zhuang turned his head, smiled and nodded.

Chen Xiang suppressed the tumbling emotions in her heart and asked eagerly in a low voice: "What should I do?"

Master Zhuang stood up and patted the ashes on his clothes on the way up the mountain. "First, enter the country with your own body and save the dead...Second..."

"What is salvation?" He Chongtian approached and interrupted Master Zhuang's words.

Only then did she realize that she almost had an ostomy again.

The method of not saying anything emphasizes not making judgments in advance about things that have not happened yet.

Master Zhuang smiled and said to He Chongtian: "From today on, agarwood will lead people who have to die in vain every day to reincarnation."

Master Zhuang directed Chen Xiang to follow him to the quiet room, and the door was closed until nightfall.

Chen Xiangyin sat cross-legged on the futon, concentrating. She always thought that she was a lonely ship in the boundless sea. She had no anchor, could not stay, lost her direction, drifted with the current, had no destination, and was destined to drift.

Master Zhuang's appearance was like a lighthouse. Although she couldn't see clearly through the thick fog, it helped her find the direction.

The slow flow of the master's voice was just as reassuring as the wisps of green smoke gently floating on the incense burner.

"It's easy to plant causes but hard to eliminate karma. This won't be easy for you."

Chen Xiangyin lowered his head, feeling ashamed, "If I can make up for the innocent deaths of people because of my wrong thoughts, even if it's just a little bit, it's not easy, but it's not worth mentioning."

Master Zhuang sighed, "Then do as I just said."

There were circles of incense candles surrounding it, and the firelight danced, casting faint shadows.

Agarwood's face looked extremely serious in the candlelight.

The magical instruments placed in front of you, such as soul-calling flags, rebirth talismans, purification bottles, etc., are all bridges connecting the yin and yang realms.

The first time she went for salvation, she faced the innocent people she had killed. Agarwood's heartbeat was heavy.

Master Zhuang stood aside, looking through the flickering firelight at Agarwood Yin.

This is a key step for Chen Xiang to strengthen his Taoist heart. Whether it can succeed or not, she is not sure.

Chen Xiangyin took a deep breath and chanted the mantra taught by Master Zhuang, her voice clear and powerful.

As the spell deepened, the surrounding air began to vibrate.

Suddenly, a gust of wind passed through the hall.

The flame of the candle flickered violently.

Agarwood felt an invisible pressure rushing towards herself, it was the wandering soul of a person who died in vain.

One of the people I've never met...

Chen Xiangyin felt unbearably ashamed and wished she could commit suicide immediately to apologize. The huge pain and regret made her almost breathless.

It was not the time to collapse, so she forced herself to calm down and continued chanting mantras.

With every word spoken, my heart became more and more turbulent.

The pain and unwillingness of those who died in vain turned into mournful screams.

The reverberation of life is like an invisible wave hitting Agarwood's heart.

"I can't die yet. My parents are still waiting for me in my hometown to take them to live in a big house in the city."

"Today is my birthday. I'm so tired from working overtime. I just want to take a bath, relax and have a good night's sleep. I don't want to stay awake!!"

"Tomorrow is the weekend. You can go to the north of the city to see your wife and daughter. I don't want to die..."

"I'm dead... what will they do!! I'm dead... what will I do... I haven't seen the sea, I haven't raised my children, I haven't ridden the motorcycle I've been dreaming of for a long time..."

The attachment to family, the regret for not being able to fulfill one's filial piety, and the unwillingness to have one's life taken away ruthlessly inadvertently. …

His accusation penetrated Agarwood's eardrums and reached the depths of his soul.

Chen Xiangyin saw the laughter, sadness, despair and anger in this life. These emotions were like sharp arrows, piercing her heart one by one.

Chen Xiangyin's hands couldn't help trembling, and the voice of the mantra also became trembling.

It felt like I was in boundless darkness, surrounded by guilt and helplessness.

My legs are almost weak, but the ritual cannot stop, I have to grit my teeth and persevere...

This is the mistake she made, and she will not give up even if she dies...

Master Zhuang looked at Chen Xiangyin's broken expression and sighed repeatedly. This was only the first day.

He didn't help, and Chen Xiangyin had to face it alone.

Without extraordinary willpower and sincere repentance, she would not have been able to succeed.

If it fails, the painstaking efforts of the predecessors and the half-life hard work of Master Zhuang will be in vain.