Chapter 175 Guanyin Manifests Miracle

"mom......"

Bai Li slowly slid down to the ground, her forehead pressed against the cold tiles, letting her tears flow silently.

She clenched her fists and pounded her abdomen repeatedly, but ultimately dared not use her full strength.

"Useless..." she muttered to herself.

The butler's footsteps came from outside the door: "Miss Bai? Are you alright?"

"…… fine."

Under close surveillance, even harming oneself becomes a luxury.

Bai Li wiped her face and turned off the tap.

My reflection in the mirror showed bloodshot eyes, like a pitiful, trapped beast.

She eventually gave up self-harm.

It wasn't because they were soft-hearted, but because even if they lost the child, they would never let her go.

They can retrieve eggs again and implant them again until she is completely reduced to a reproductive tool.

"Coming soon."

She responded calmly, swallowing all her hatred.

Lu Yao saw Bai Li counting the marks on the wall every night, and saw the despair in her eyes when she touched her increasingly protruding belly.

"You Qing." Lu Yao suddenly opened her eyes, a cold glint flashing in them. "I need to go to the capital."

A mountain wind suddenly rose, stirring her white dress.

The pressure of a thousand years of cultivation caused the surrounding vegetation to bow down.

She replied to Luo Kangning: "You don't need to worry about this anymore, I'll handle it."

...

As the weekend came to an end, Luo Kangning respectfully bid farewell to his grandparents.

The glazed tiles on the eaves of the old house shimmered in the setting sun, and the courtyard was serene.

No one noticed that a silver streak of light quietly swept across the eaves and silently disappeared into the window of the Buddhist hall.

As night fell, the Buddhist hall was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

As usual, Old Mrs. Luo, Zhou Yanzhi, knelt on the prayer mat, performing her pre-sleep Buddhist ritual.

She closed her eyes devoutly, her hands clasped tightly together: "Merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva, please bless the continuation of my Luo family bloodline..."

Suddenly, the smoke from the incense burner twisted strangely and condensed into a vortex in the air.

Zhou Yanzhi's cloudy old eyes suddenly widened.

The white jade Guanyin statue that had been enshrined for ten years, its compassionate eyes slightly turning in the smoke!

“Zhou Yanzhi…”

The call seemed to come from a distant place, startling her so much that the prayer beads in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

"who?"

She looked up in horror and clearly saw the corners of the Guanyin statue slowly turn up, revealing a strange expression that seemed to be both sad and happy.

"Bodhisattva has appeared to us?"

She trembled and crawled back half a step, but when she looked again, the statue had regained its solemn and dignified appearance.

Suddenly, a soft laugh was heard.

"It's me."

The ethereal voice seemed to come from all directions, sometimes near, sometimes far, and its oppressive power made Zhou Yanzhi breathless.

She immediately believed it; this was a manifestation of the Bodhisattva!

"You pray and burn incense every day, but now that the real person has appeared before you, you dare not recognize them?"

Zhou Yanzhi hurriedly prostrated herself, her forehead pressed against the cold floor tiles: "This humble servant dares not! It's just... just too much joy..."

She cautiously peeked up and saw that the smile on the Jade Guanyin's lips had become even more profound, appearing particularly eerie in the flickering candlelight.

"Zhou Yanzhi." The statue's voice suddenly turned cold. "I have heard your prayers for a child day and night. Tell me, do you truly love your child?"

“Of course it’s true!” Zhou Yanzhi straightened up urgently, a fervent glint in her cloudy eyes. “I risked my life to give birth to Yinglang. Back then, the doctor said the baby was breech and suggested a C-section, but I gritted my teeth and insisted on a natural birth, determined to save him even at the cost of my life. I breastfed him until he was three years old. From the time he was little until now, every meal he ate was a carefully designed nutritional menu, and I never missed a single one of his parent-teacher meetings!”

Her voice suddenly choked up.

The face of the Guanyin statue, which symbolizes the granting of children, was gradually contorting, and two lines of clear tears streamed down its compassionate face.

"Then why don't you want me?" The statue suddenly cried out in a voice like a baby, "Just because I'm a girl, Mommy..."

The candlelight on the altar suddenly shot up three feet high, casting flickering light on Zhou Yanzhi's pale face.

She trembled as she crawled backward, her back slamming against the Buddhist shrine with a thud.

Only then did she realize with a start that the jade hand of the Guanyin statue, which symbolizes giving children, had somehow transformed into a bloody baby's hand, reaching out towards her.

Zhou Yanzhi trembled all over, her withered lips quivering: "No, that's not how it is... I was forced into it... I had to give birth to a boy to secure my position..."

Blood tears suddenly streamed from the eyes of the Guanyin statue, and its white jade face gradually cracked: "Forced? You personally got the abortion pills, and you took them voluntarily!"

The temperature inside the Buddhist hall suddenly dropped, and the ashes in the incense burner moved on their own without any wind, forming the outline of a baby girl in the air.

Zhou Yanzhi watched in horror as facial features gradually emerged from the ashes.

She bears a striking resemblance to herself, about seven or eight points.

“You chant sutras every night to help the dead, but has there ever been a single time that was for me?”

The infant made of ashes opened its mouth, its voice hoarse and shrill, "The golden lock you prepared for your grandson, did you ever think of preparing one for me as well?"

The offerings on the altar suddenly rotted, fresh fruit was instantly crawling with maggots, and clear tea turned into blood.

Zhou Yanzhi screamed and tried to escape, but found that the doors and windows of the Buddhist hall had disappeared at some point, leaving only four blood-red walls surrounding her.

"Now you want a great-grandchild?" The statue's voice grew increasingly shrill. "What a pity... the Luo family's bloodline is destined to be extinguished..."

Just then, the butler's startled voice came from outside the door: "Grandma! What's wrong?"

To outsiders, Zhou Yanzhi appeared to be screaming at the air alone in the Buddhist hall, seemingly insane.

The Guanyin statue on the altar, which symbolizes the granting of children, maintained a compassionate smile throughout.

Zhou Yanzhi was carried back to the bedroom by two maids. She was trembling all over, her nails digging deeply into the maids' arms.

The private doctor rushed over with his medicine kit and found that her pulse was alarmingly fast.

"The old lady has suffered a severe shock." The doctor took out a sedative and whispered to the housekeeper, "Her blood pressure is very high, and she needs absolute rest."

The butler frowned and looked towards the Buddhist hall: "This is strange..."

He personally inspected the incense burner, offerings, and the Guanyin statue that grants children; they were all untouched, and even the traces of incense ash were no different from usual.

The maid muttered under her breath, "The old lady insists that the Guanyin statue has started talking..."

The butler glared at her sternly.

Grandpa Luo stood at the bedroom door, leaning on his cane, and coldly glanced at his wife, who was curled up in a ball on the bed.

He gave a perfunctory "Get some rest" and then turned and left.

In the corridor, the wall lamps suddenly began to flicker eerily, distorting his shadow into strange shapes and casting it on the wall.

As I reached the corner, a cold wind carrying particles of yellow earth suddenly swept over me.

The old man suddenly stopped, his cloudy old eyes widening slightly.

This is clearly the unique sandy smell of the Loess Plateau in northern Shaanxi. How could it appear in a mansion in the capital?

"Shh, shh, shh..."