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

"I need your help for two things: dealing with the karmic fire and repairing the damaged Yanyang body."

Master Zhuang spread his palm toward He Chongtian and said, "Hand."

He Chongtian paused and stretched out his arm. Master Zhuang grabbed the outside of his forearm and pulled him a few inches. With his other hand, he neatly peeled off his cuff and rolled it up.

Master Zhuang glanced at the inner side of He Chongtian's arm, "The other one."

He Chongtian simply rolled up both sleeves and turned in front of him to show her.

Master Zhuang pressed his skinny hand on the veins of He Daotian's spreading arm, "I can help you repair the damaged Yanyang body. But in dealing with Karma Fire, the final success or failure still depends on your own destiny."

He Chongtian heard that she was talking about "you", he and Shen Xiangyin.

"Then please worry more."

Master Zhuang turned to look out the window. A gust of mountain wind blew by, bringing with it fallen leaves and a burst of coolness.

Master Zhuang poured another cup of tea for He Chongtian: "The reason why your Yanyang body was damaged was because it was corroded by the blood of sin when your destiny was unstable when you were young. I can only help you recover to the point where you are immune to all evils." The barrier of invasion will not be affected, but as for the inner demons, it is another matter that needs an opportunity to overcome."

He Chongtian was silent for a while, "Okay."

Master Zhuang continued: "The yin and yang are in harmony, the stars are aligned, and the sun and the moon are bright. In the deep mountains in the southwest, there is a plant called Tai Chi Orchid, which can harmonize yin and yang. When the sun, moon, and stars reach a strange harmony, they can bloom. Collect from time to time.”

Master Zhuang stretched out four fingers: "Taiji orchid, new cinnabar, old agarwood, and the blood caused by agarwood."

"Her blood?" He Chongtian's eyes narrowed slightly.

Master Zhuang: "I think if you want to repair the body of the flaming sun, it's probably because of this woman."

Seeing the crane soaring into the sky, something dim flashed for a moment. Master Zhuang said calmly: "Follow nature. The affairs between men and women are the natural laws of heaven and earth, a manifestation of the harmony of yin and yang. Inner peace is like the harmony of the universe. The relationship between men and women is one of the ways to cultivate the mind. One, it’s not taboo.”

He Chongtian's thumb circled the outside of his index finger in thought: "Find these four things. Take them internally? Apply them externally?"

"Tattoo. The left is yang, representing life. The right is yin, representing death. The psychic talisman on the left arm can connect yin and yang and see ghosts and gods. The heavenly and earthly net talisman on the right arm can trap demons, catch ghosts, and destroy evil spirits."

He Chongtian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated a little. He could communicate with yin and yang, see ghosts and gods, that is, he could see the world in Agarwood's eyes, and trapping demons and catching ghosts was even more powerful with the blessing of a tiger!
The frustrating days of feeling powerless when it comes to ghosts and gods are finally over.

He Chongtian's heart surged, "What are the side effects of this method? Or what do I have to pay for it?"

Master Zhuang gently brushed his sleeves and said, "Tai Chi Orchid is a rare thing. It can lead to a life of a hundred deaths. I will go with you to pursue it. In addition, this method has great power. Those who are not strong enough will die in the underworld. As for you, you won’t die if you carry it, but it should be difficult for you for a while, it depends on fate.”

He Chongtian understood, closed his eyes, stroked the warm teacup with his fingers, determined to make a last ditch effort.

Master Zhuang's eyes became deeper and deeper, looking at the crane rising into the sky, as if he could see clearly that the fog in his heart was gradually dissipating.

"The Tai Chi orchid season is rare. It is possible to bloom when the sun and moon shine together. In mid-March, this celestial phenomenon happens to happen."

"It's more than ten days, what do I need to prepare?"

Master Zhuang coughed lightly and said, "Keep yourself safe. The barrier power of the flaming sun body will be of some use then."

……

The setting sun shines into the west-facing guest room. Agarwood is lying on its side, and its exquisite curves are coated with a layer of soft golden light.

He Chongtian quietly sat on the edge of the bed without making a sound.

She came closer and kept a proper distance, her breathing was steady and deep, and her brows were furrowed.

She was sleeping so deeply that she didn't know what was going on in her dream at this time.

Strands of black hair were scattered on the pillow, rising and falling gently with her breathing, which exuded her unique cold fragrance.

He Chongtian's eyes fell on Shen Xiangyin's face, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart. He originally came to wake her up for dinner, but he didn't want to wake her up. He cherished this moment.

A skylark landed on the window sill, turning its head intelligently, but never chirped to disturb Chen Xiangyin's dream. The shadows of the dancing trees on the ground intertwined with the afterglow of the setting sun, falling on his forbidden black leather shoes and also on the white thorny satin shoes of Agarwood on the side, warm and ambiguous.

He Chongtian just sat quietly, letting time flow slowly in the quiet space.

Until the last glow of the sky disappeared.

Chen Xiangyin felt the warmth next to him, turned his head slightly, and saw He Chongtian sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning against the bedpost with his eyes closed to relax.

The sound of the wind blowing on the fir trees outside the window overlaps with the sound of the crane breathing into the sky.

Chen Xiangyin closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, he saw cranes rising into the sky, which made him feel at ease.

Her skin felt a trace of movement, as He Chongtian's fingers gently touched the tip of her brow.

Opening his eyes, Chen Xiangyin whispered in a relaxed voice: "What time is it?"

He raised his wrist to the sky, "Six o'clock, evening."

Chen Xiangyin suddenly felt hopeless and put his palms on his forehead: "I fell asleep... sleep for another five minutes and ask me to get up to do the salvation ceremony."

"Master Zhuang, taking into account your frailty, said that you would be saved the next day."

"Huh?" Chen Xiangyin tilted his head slightly, "Can I rest today? How is that possible? Are you kidding me? Isn't salvation a child's play?"

He Chongtian came close to Chen Xiangyin's ear and whispered: "What good can I do by lying to you? I will have a chat with Master Zhuang this afternoon. You have a good rest."

Chen Xiangyin tilted his head slightly, "What did you talk about this afternoon?"

He Chongtian informed the tattoo and the four required raw materials, hiding the dangerous parts.

Agarwood was much more excited than him, and he immediately took out the cigarette and lit it with joy.

"The fox fairy who possessed Lin Qiaozhu before said that the holder of the Karmic Fire has a deeper spiritual practice than her and should not be underestimated. If you can really obtain this power, no matter how much blood you need from me, I will supply it for free and in unlimited quantities!"

He Chongtian was amused by Chen Xiangyin's sudden liveliness, but his smile was not very deep. He had just learned from Chen Xiangyin's mouth that the holder of the Karma Fire was extremely spiritual.

In other words, Pang Wenkui is more difficult to deal with than imagined...

Thinking of something, He Chongtian tentatively entered the topic: "I talked a lot with Master Zhuang today, and I have some insights. Chen Xiangyin, do you still remember what happened when you were a child?"

He wanted to understand her, and what role she played in this matter, and what other connections the two of them had.

Chen Xiangyin was lying on his back, taking out the cigarette from his mouth, hanging the cigarette butt in the air with his fingertips, half-squinting his eyes to see the shape of the smoke spreading.

Crane suddenly blew into the smoke and blew it away.

Chen Xiangyin said in a cold tone: "Remember."

He Chongtian continued to ask: "What is it like?"

Chen Xiangyin took another deep breath of cigarette and exhaled slowly, "I can't remember clearly. I can't remember their faces clearly."

Before He Chongtian could ask further, Chen Xiangyin suddenly turned to look at him, "Why don't you tell me about your childhood."

He Chongtian suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched Chen Xiangyin's cheek, "Are you so wary of me? All the tricks of turning against guests are used."

Chen Xiangyin slapped his hand away: "You try to trick me first."

He Chongtian's face darkened slightly, and he scanned her from beginning to end, as if he wanted to see what kind of heartless spirit was hiding under the skin of such a beauty.

"You call caring and understanding clichés?"

His tone was really not very good, so Chen Xiangyin was not polite, "Then I also care about you, who is Jiang Yuexian?"