The worst thing is when the air suddenly goes quiet.

"..." Qiao Zhen opened her mouth while hiding inside the jade pendant, but no sound came out.

She opened her mouth again, still not believing it, and said, "..." She was banned, probably permanently. Realizing this, Qiao Zhen felt both distressed and angry.

That trash Cheng Zhao abused his power!

Qiao Zhen rolled her eyes and stopped causing trouble. As for the old man, since the old monk from Cishan Mountain was able to dissuade Cheng Zhao, and the young monk was a promising candidate for Buddhism, they must have their own extraordinary qualities, such as compassion. Therefore, Qiao Zhen decided not to worry unnecessarily.

The next morning, Cheng Zhao stuffed the jade pendant into the pocket of his suit. Qiao Zhen's vision was occupied by the fabric. Like a mute, she could only watch helplessly as Cheng Zhao led her around. Oh, she couldn't see. Like a blind and mute person, she was at the mercy of the heartless Cheng Zhao.

Cheng Zhao was still writing furiously in the president's office at Cheng Corporation, while Qiao Zhen could only stay in her pocket. She felt very uncomfortable because she had no phone or computer to play with.

Qiao Zhen coquettishly replied: 【Little Zero~】

Xiao Ling's Horrified Remarks: [I won't help you anymore, give up on that idea!]

Qiao Zhen pretended to be hesitant and hesitated for a while before saying, "No, I wanted to ask if you could provide a cell phone?"

Her response was a red exclamation mark.

Qiao Zhen felt frustrated again; nothing was going right, so she decided to take a nap.

Cheng Zhao would occasionally notice the jade pendant, but once he learned that the soul inside was unharmed, he stopped paying attention to it.

Qiao Zhen slept soundly for a long time. When she woke up, her mind was still a little groggy. Her soul was locked in the jade pendant and had not moved for a long time. She wondered if her ethereal limbs would become stiff.

When Cheng Zhao returned from Sici Mountain, he released Qiao Zhen and lifted her silencing.

Qiao Zhen moved her legs and arms, her movements still fluid and graceful. "Have you figured it out?"

Cheng Zhao looked at Qiao Zhen, who was no longer transparent, and reached out to pinch the flesh on her arm. Her fingertips were soft, and the touch was strangely familiar, but he ignored it. He handed Qiao Zhen a bank card. "The password is your date of birth." He took out his ID card from the drawer. "Your ID card. I'll give you three months to do what you want."

Qiao Zhen took the bank card and ID card. "Okay, after three months, you can do whatever you want with it."

Cheng Zhao ignored Qiao Zhen and went into his study to get a book on economics. He started to look through it, but after reading only a few pages, he stared blankly into space.

Qiao Zhen silently closed the door for him. Now that she was free, she naturally had to go and save the old ghost.

Sici Mountain.

Qiao Zhen dared not go to Cishan at night. How could an ordinary little ghost like her possibly compete with a temple protected by golden light? So she went openly and honestly during the day.

She casually asked a monk about the old monk, and the monk went to the backyard and came back to invite Qiao Zhen to the meditation room. The young monk who had guided Cheng Zhao before was the one who led the way.

Qiao Zhen felt a little itchy, so she didn't restrain herself and squatted down to stroke the little monk's smooth head. "You're so cute! Did you grow up in a temple?"

The young monk's cheeks flushed slightly as he shyly avoided Qiao Zhen's hand, yet he still tried to appear calm. "Benefactor, I grew up in the temple, and besides, men and women shouldn't touch each other. Please don't touch my head, or I won't grow tall."

Qiao Zhen laughed heartily. She stopped touching him and followed behind the little monk, saying, "Okay, okay, I won't touch you."

The young monk led her to the old monk's meditation room, then bowed with his hands clasped together and left.

Qiao Zhen stepped across the threshold into the meditation room, put her hands together, and bowed: "Master."

The old monk sat cross-legged on the prayer mat, striking the wooden fish as always, but the sound stopped when Qiao Zhen made a sound. He stood up and said, "Amitabha, I cannot reveal or explain what you are asking for."

Qiao Zhen understood the implication in his words and nodded without making a fuss. "Since that's the case, I won't make things difficult for you, Master. But what about the old ghost who came to Cishan with me that night? I wonder how he is now? This matter has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't know what I don't know. I hope you can let him off the hook."

The old monk chanted "Amitabha" again, "Benefactor, please follow me."

Qiao Zhen followed the old monk to the bamboo grove in the backyard of the temple. The bamboo grove was lush and vibrant, and a yellow talisman was pasted on the bamboo next to the plaque that read "Bamboo of Forgetfulness".

The old monk unveiled the talisman.

The old ghost instantly floated out of the bamboo. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe. Who knew that such a magnificent Buddhist light was hidden beneath the seemingly ordinary temple?

Qiao Zhen clasped her hands together, her gaze more earnest than before. "Master, have mercy."

The old monk asked the monk guarding the bamboo grove to escort Qiao Zhen away, and before leaving, he added, "You are a person with affinity. This old monk has a piece of advice for you, I wonder if you will listen to it?"

Qiao Zhen wore a gentle smile on her face. "Please feel free to speak."

"Amitabha," the old monk's weathered voice rang out, "It is ordained by Heaven, and cannot be changed."

After he finished speaking, he walked away steadily.

It sounds impressive but I don't understand it.

Although I couldn't understand the old monk's words, I felt that what he said was very profound, especially his act of leaving on his own after speaking. That's the air of a master! High-end yet low-key, and low-key yet mysterious.

Qiao Zhen asked the old man, "Are you alright?"

The old man immediately sprang around in mid-air with boundless energy, saying, "I'm fine."

Qiao Zhen turned and left Sici Mountain. She used the bank card that Cheng Zhao had given her to rent an apartment.

"Come, let's discuss what to do about this." She placed two sticks of incense on the table, for the old man. "If Cheng Zhao is truly the Yama King undergoing reincarnation, then he must have a tribulation in his destiny. But I see that he has no worries about food and clothing, and he hasn't lost his loved one. So why is he binding me?"

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