The monk Jingshi stared intently at the white mist swirling at the tip of his staff. Sure enough, Luo Fei's ghostly spirit had shed its madness and regained its former clarity.

His fear of the Nightmare Beast deepened, mixed with a hint of amazement.

For him, performing rituals to release wandering spirits is not difficult, but he cannot forcibly awaken their former consciousness and communicate with them accurately.

This method, which is almost a reversal of Yin and Yang, is enough to show that the Nightmare Beast's control over the ghosts is simply terrifying!

After Luo Fei regained consciousness, he looked down at his illusory hands formed by white mist, then looked up at Monk Jingshi.

The fat monk in front of him was the one he entrusted the recording device to at the end.

Memories flood back as the fat monk relentlessly pursues his investigation, only to be met with resistance, until he finally finds himself in this devastating abyss.

He seemed to realize something; he was already dead.

The flames of revenge failed to extinguish the enemy as desired, but it was enough that a complete stranger, a monk, was willing to risk his life for the sake of this insignificant person's grievances.

"Thank you, Master Jingshi." Luo Fei said with gratitude, putting his hands together and bowing deeply to the monk Jingshi to show his respect.

The monk Jingshi felt unworthy of such a gift and quickly put his palms together in return, saying, "Amitabha, this humble monk is ashamed to accept such a gift."

He felt he had failed the trust placed in him if he could uncover the truth.

"Tsk, tsk." Seeing the two of them dawdling along, not knowing how long they would talk, the Nightmare Beast immediately interrupted.

Its voice penetrated directly into Luo Fei's remaining consciousness, asking him the reason for his obsession:

"Kid, why are you lingering here? Is it because you're still seething with hatred and want revenge, or do you have some other reason for keeping you alive?"

Luo Fei's ghostly form trembled slightly, and he was about to immediately reply with a desire for revenge, but the next moment, a deeper sense of longing and worry suddenly appeared on his illusory face.

This emotion ultimately overwhelmed the hatred for his unjust death, and his voice was broken and intermittent, like a candle flickering in the wind:

"Mom...my mom is in poor health and can't work at all. She's all alone and has no one to take care of her. I...I can't rest easy about her."

It turns out that the concern of his closest relatives was the root cause of his lingering in the world, his unyielding obsession turning him into a wandering ghost!

Hatred was only part of it; the root cause was his mother, who made it difficult for him to leave in peace.

Li Yu, who had been silent to the side, shuddered almost imperceptibly when Luo Fei mentioned his mother.

Li Yu suddenly spoke up to Luo Fei, asking earnestly:

Where is your mother?

Upon hearing this, Luo Fei looked up and finally saw the person in front of him clearly. With the bow and arrow and the black horse, he instantly thought of someone.

"Li Yu!"

Luo Fei immediately realized what was happening, and the ghost was extremely excited:

"You are Li Yu, the hero of Central Plains!"

Countless stories of Li Yu flashed through his mind, and suddenly a deep trust in Li Yu appeared in his eyes.

Since the hero Li Yu is here, his mother will surely be rescued.

Luo Fei seemed to have grasped at the only straw, and he spoke rapidly:

"In Tiancheng! My mom lives at No. 510, East District, Tiancheng..."

He immediately told Li Yu the location of his mother's residence and earnestly pleaded:

"Please, please help my mother... She's in poor health, and her accommodation is only temporary. If I don't continue to pay, she'll soon be evicted. People without a place to live will soon be sent out of the city!"

Luo Fei spoke fluently, but at the end, his expression suddenly stopped.

He finally realized that he had already lost everything, a mere ghost, with nothing left.

She felt utterly unqualified to make these demands, and all her pleas became futile hopes, causing her voice to instantly become humble.

Luo Fei quickly changed his tune, and with endless despair, tried to plead with Li Yu:

"Even if... even if it's just a plea, please don't let her starve to death..."

"I will find her," Li Yu suddenly replied in a deep voice.

"I will ensure she has enough to eat and wear, and I will ensure she has a place to live."

This brief promise sounded like a thunderclap to Luo Fei!

This is Li Yu's salvation for him! It is his mother's hope to live!

"Waaah..." Luo Fei's ghostly form suddenly looked up at Li Yu, and two illusory tears streamed down his face, which was covered in white mist.

Since Li Yu had personally agreed, his mother's future was secure, and he had no idea that Li Yu, the hero of Zhongzhou, would deceive him.

Without further hesitation, Luo Fei knelt down heavily in the void before Li Yu and kowtowed deeply!

A silent sense of gratitude and a bittersweet feeling of relief filled the air.

With the knot in his heart untied, the white mist in the ghost began to churn uncontrollably.

Luo Fei looked sorrowful, carrying his final words of advice:

"If my mother asks me, I will say that I went to Jincheng to make a living and will not be back for a while."

"Okay." Li Yu's reply was still concise, yet it felt as heavy as Mount Tai.

The monk Jingshi also sensed something, and solemnly stepped forward, his face full of reverence, and said:

"Rest assured, Benefactor Luo, this humble monk will investigate this tragedy to the very end! I swear in the name of the Reincarnation Monastery that I will search to the ends of the earth to bring justice to all those who died unjustly!"

The obsession dissipated, and there were no more worries.

Luo Fei's spirit began to dissipate, and he bowed deeply to Li Yu and Monk Jingshi one last time.

The ghostly bodies formed from white mist began to become transparent and light, like dewdrops in the morning light.

Remembering his mother, Luo Fei finally looked at Li Yu, his gaze carrying a sense of relief mixed with reluctance, before slowly dissipating into the cold rain.

Just as Luo Fei completely vanished, a sudden change occurred!

A tiny, yet pure, point of light, radiating a warm golden glow, seemed to have been born from nothingness at the spot where Luo Fei's ghostly soul had vanished, solidifying out of thin air!

The golden light floated lightly, seemingly ignoring the barriers of space and energy. In the instant before Li Yu could even react, it transformed into a stream of light and swiftly disappeared into his brow!

"This is--?!"

Monk Jingshi's eyes widened suddenly, and for the first time, his face showed a shock that was almost out of control and incredulous!

"Golden light of blessings?! How is that possible?"

He stared intently at Li Yu, carefully observing every subtle change in her.

Li Yu swayed slightly, her brows furrowed, but there was nothing unusual about her. Instead, she exuded a gentle and peaceful aura that calmed people's hearts.

The monk Jingshi was greatly shocked, and only then did he believe it to some extent!

Good fortune manifests in the world!

"The pure merit and blessings described in the ancient books in the Reincarnation Temple's library are actually true?!"

It should be understood that many people perform good deeds throughout their lives, and countless virtuous monks and masters have devoted their lives to doing good deeds and practicing diligently without ceasing, yet they may not necessarily receive such manifest blessings!

This is beyond human power to achieve; it's almost like a blessing from heaven!

"Such pure and vast power of aspiration from all beings, such tangible blessings..."

The monk Jingshi's voice trembled:

"It must have taken the combined spiritual will of so many people to finally manifest such good fortune in Li Yu."

"Could it be?"

The monk Jingshi suddenly thought of another way to obtain blessings, and looked at Li Yu in disbelief:

"Does Li Yu really have so many followers?"