The old folks said that children these days are very precious and don't die as easily as they used to, so why do people still believe in these things?
Yao Mengmeng felt a mix of emotions. She had always thought that the place where she lived was very civilized, but she never expected that there was always darkness under the sun.
She glanced at the woman crying her heart out; it was the mother from last night's live stream.
Yao Mengmeng handed the bouquet of chrysanthemums she had bought to the young policeman, then turned and left.
When Cheng Jinlan saw the bouquet of chrysanthemums, she was stunned for a moment, and then tears streamed down her face again.
Today she rushed back to her hometown, and Xie Liang and another person came to her house, told her the truth about what happened back then, and then asked for her forgiveness.
They said they wanted to hold a funeral for Xie Cheng and rebury him, and they were willing to cover all the expenses.
Such a big thing happened that even the county's news reporters came, saying they wanted to report on it.
Cheng Jinlan didn't believe in the idea that family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. She had thought it through: the news always reports on acts of bravery, so why couldn't her son do the same?
Xie Cheng saved so many people at such a young age, so he certainly deserves to be remembered.
She agreed; she wanted to make up for everything she had wronged her children.
My father-in-law was exposed for having an affair, and he keeps saying he's too ashamed to face anyone, so he locks himself in the house and refuses to go out.
However, compared to Xie Zude's attempt to kill his own son, his little affair is nothing.
Cheng Jinlan had made up her mind. After burying Xie Cheng, she would divorce Xie Zude and then take Xiaoyu back to the provincial capital.
Because of Xie Zude's slight suspicion, Xiaoyu was forced to stay in the countryside from a young age, becoming a left-behind child just like her Xie Cheng. In a way, she owed him too much.
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That afternoon, Mingzhuo received a news article forwarded to her by Li Wenhe.
The report said that dozens of children's skeletons were found under a bridge pier somewhere, some of them quite old, and some even from just a few years ago.
After this report was published, many people left comments saying that their hometowns also have this custom.
In some places, families leave their children's bodies by the roadside for wild animals to eat.
Some would be buried hastily wrapped in straw mats, and then a mulberry branch and a piece of pig iron would be hung in front of the grave to prevent the child's soul from returning home.
In some places, the child's body is placed in an urn, a practice known as urn burial.
But regardless of the method, it is extremely cruel and inhumane to children.
I thought these feudal dregs had been discarded long ago, but I never expected that people would still believe them now.
Moreover, Xie Cheng's story is so heartbreaking. He was a little hero who should have been commended, but he was suspected of being a debt collector, his corpse was whipped, and he was thrown onto a bridge pier.
Many netizens inquired about the address and specially hired deliverymen to help send flowers to mourn Xie Cheng and those poor children who died young.
Mingzhuo had previously contacted Wu Jiao to inquire whether the Xuanmen sect had any way to get local monks and Taoist priests to perform a ritual to help those children pass on to a better future.
Wu Jiao happened to see the news and called to agree, saying that it was no problem at all and that he could handle it!
After hanging up the phone, he lowered his head and pondered, "Why is the master so concerned about this matter?"
He scrolled through the comments section and found that many netizens mentioned seeing the exact same thing in a live stream on a certain platform the night before last, where people only did divination.
After thinking it over carefully, Wu Jiao felt that he had discovered the truth!
Could it be that the master is just using a disguise to perform only three divinations?
Good heavens, only 10,000 for a divination? Is the master doing charity to accumulate merit?
He grabbed Zhuang Xun as he stepped out the door, asking, "Are you watching the live stream?"
Master Tingyun, who was initially uninterested, also joined in after a dozen seconds.
A few minutes later, Wu Jiao and Daoist Tingyun looked at the only name on their follow list that only offered three divinations, and left satisfied.
Without stopping, Zhuang Xun took out his phone, downloaded a certain platform app, quickly found the live stream room that only offered three divinations, and followed it.
The master's Taoist teachings are profound and he has a compassionate heart. He is a role model for us all. I want to be a little fan and wait in the live broadcast room.
Besides, this is also a form of spiritual practice; you might learn a lot from it.
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That night, when all was quiet and Mingzhuo was just about to go to sleep, the curtains moved automatically without any wind.
Then she saw a boy leading twenty or thirty children floating in.
He died saving people, so he has accumulated merit, and his soul is pure white.
He was a tall, slender, and handsome young man, who even seemed a little shy when he smiled.
The boy led the children in bowing to her, then turned and walked through the wall, disappearing into the vast night.
Mingzhuo knew that the bridge that had been suppressing them had been dug up, and the monks and Taoists had performed a ritual for them, so they could be reincarnated cleanly.
Xie Cheng will surely be reborn into a good family in his next life and live a peaceful and prosperous life.
Mingzhuo closed his eyes peacefully and gradually fell asleep.
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Monday arrived the next day.
Today is the day for results, whether it's for the Olympiad selection or the monthly exams.
As soon as Ming Zhuo sat down, Li Wenhe turned his head and scrutinized the expression on her face.
While eating yogurt, Mingzhuo said, "What are you looking at me for? Even if you want some, I don't have any left."
Li Wenhe thought to himself that this person was really patient, and hadn't revealed anything until now.
"How do you think you did on the exam? What ranking do you expect to get?" He cut straight to the point.
Mingzhuo gave him a meaningful look. "As for me, of course I have to do everything to the best of my ability. Otherwise, how can I be your mentor?"
Pei Di chimed in from the side, "Of course, the boss is the best!"
He was originally Mingzhuo's underling, but after watching several live streams, he became increasingly blindly devoted to Mingzhuo, thinking that his boss was so cool and amazing, and that there was nothing his boss couldn't handle.
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