As dusk approached, in the meditation room of Master Liaochen at Zhuhan Temple.

“I can see her now.” Wen Hao sat cross-legged on the futon, raised his eyes slightly, looked at the prayer beads turning in his hand, and spoke softly.

Liao Chen paused in his hand holding the Buddhist prayer beads, and slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed. He turned to look at Wen Hao in front of him, and after a while, said, "Congratulations, benefactor."

"How can I save her?" Wen Hao frowned slightly and continued.

Unexpectedly, Liao Chen chuckled upon hearing this, continuing to turn the prayer beads in his hand, his tone calm: "Save her? She is already dead, how can you save her? She is now nothing more than a little ghost that you are raising by your side, she is already deceased."

"She doesn't need you to save her, and you can't save her anyway."

"Resurrection is already defying the heavens, and there is absolutely no reason for him to return to the mortal world. It would be better for you not to be so stubborn."

Wen Hao's hand tightened even more: "If I insist on defying the heavens..."

Liao Chen paused for a moment, then looked at Wen Hao again and sighed: "Harming others will harm yourself. Perhaps you can't even protect a wisp of her remnant soul. Are you really sure, benefactor?"

Three years ago, Wen Hao knelt outside his meditation room for seven days and seven nights, just to find the remnant soul of Miss Yan who had passed away, to leave it in the world and keep it by her side, even if it meant nourishing it with his own soul and lifespan, he was unwilling to give up.

Now, the three-year period has come to an end, and this day has finally arrived.

Wen Hao was stunned, staring at Liao Chen in front of him. After a long while, his lips moved as if to say, "Master, is there really no other way? Even if it costs me my life, as long as it can bring me back..."

"What do you take Zhuhan Temple for, benefactor?" Liao Chen raised his hand, interrupting Wen Hao, "The dead should be reincarnated. If you truly care, benefactor, you should allow Miss Yan to be reborn."

Cherish the people in front of you.

"It's getting late, you should head back soon."

Liao Chen broke the rules. He was soft-hearted at the time and gave Wen Hao the method to find the soul. He thought that after three years, if Wen Hao could not find the person, he would give up.

The pain in your heart will slowly heal.

But unexpectedly, things went wrong in the last three months. Miss Yan really came back, and she might even be controlled by Wen Hao in the future. It's hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

Thinking of this, Liao Chen couldn't help but sigh. His original intention was to save a living person, but now it had turned into a situation where they were separated by life and death, and humans and ghosts were on different paths. This was really not what he expected.

Wen Hao was asked to leave the meditation room.

Cherish the person in front of you, isn't the person in front of you his Ali?

Why should we advise him to let go?

He finally got it back after a lot of trouble.

Seeing that he couldn't get the answer he wanted from Chen, he remained silent for a moment before turning and leaving.

"Master, are there really ghosts in this world?" After an unknown amount of time, the young monk in the meditation room looked at Chen and finally asked the question.

Seeing his little apprentice speak, Liao Chen waved to him with a slight smile, "Of course not."

"Then why did Master lie to that benefactor just now?" The young monk, only twelve or thirteen years old, asked in a childish tone, his voice filled with confusion.

"And if there really were no ghosts, then who did that benefactor see? Could it be that the young lady didn't die?"

Liao Chen patted the little monk's head: "The Buddha said: It cannot be spoken."

After saying that, he became extremely serious:

"Remember to do your homework when you get back. Copy the Buddhist scriptures you learned today fifty times and hand them in to your senior brother for inspection tomorrow. Don't be lazy anymore."

"Otherwise, I'll punish you by making you chop wood in the backyard."

Little monk: ...

He probably didn't have the talent, and actually thought that chopping wood in the backyard was not a bad idea. But when he looked up at his master, he hesitated for a moment and finally didn't dare to say it. "I understand, Master."