Chapter 8
With a scream, the flames burned Li Shisan's skin. However, the basin was only small, and Li Shisan pounced on it, and the basin turned upside down.
The scattered paper money, with flames and embers dancing everywhere, looked more like a ridiculous and compassionate rain.
Li Shisan lay on the ground, pounding his burned hands until they were bloodied and bloodied, and he cried out in agony once more. At that moment, amidst the blazing rain of fire, Rong Ti looked at Li Shisan, momentarily dazed. When he came to his senses again, the tip of his nose was stained with incense ash, and he truly felt that someone was gone.
No one called him brother anymore.
The funeral procession in which he sighed and mourned was his final farewell to his sister.
His heart trembled, as if he couldn't quite accept this fact. The flame drifted to the hem of his clothes, burning. But Rong Ti, like Li Shisan, did not withdraw his hand.
Tears welled up in his eyes, and he suddenly lost his strength. He looked at Li Shisan, wanting to ask more about what had happened to him and his daughter since they had separated, but he found himself unable to speak.
The words turned into sobs.
His life was exchanged for his sister's life.
He spent the first twenty years or so in a very comfortable way, and achieved great success in Buddhism. As long as he set his mind to do something, there was nothing he couldn't achieve.
So I couldn't help but imagine what kind of suffering my sister had gone through.
He buried his head, his heart broken, but he could do nothing.
When a person dies, it is like a light being extinguished, and there is no resurrection.
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A gust of wind came in from outside the house and extinguished the burning paper money in an instant.
A female voice murmured, "It would be bad if this kind of arson destroyed the house."
The fox's tail swept lightly, and the formation in the room shattered, and the bright red red leaf flowers on the table shattered into powder. A pair of legs appeared out of nowhere in the room, tiptoed a few steps, and arrived beside Li Shisan, revealing their full body.
Nian Qing squatted down and looked into Li Shisan's eyes.
She sighed, "Why bother?" Then she touched Li Shisan's eyes with her fingertips and breathed at him.
When he let go of his hand again, Li Shisan's eyes were no longer cloudy and became bright.
"Go to sleep and forget the pain." Nian Qing said, with a faint blue firefly color reflected in her pupils, and Li Shisan fell into a coma.
"It's been so hard to find you." Nian Qing stood up and looked at Rongti.
The corrupting aura that could be sensed from dozens of miles away originated from this.
Nian Qing narrowed his eyes, but soon returned to normal.
She can see things that others cannot see.
So humans are truly amazing. God has endowed them with emotions, and these seven emotions and six desires all influence the world.
For example, Nianqing still remembered the Buddha's light that had driven away the dead, preventing her from getting close. Now, looking at him again, the Buddha's light had subsided, and only a thick, corrupted aura emanated from his body.
Decaying and falling, he was experiencing inner struggle and pain until he became disheartened.
Nian Qing's lips curled up slightly as she squatted in front of Rong Ti. She pointed at Li Sanshi and asked, "You two are father and son, right?"
Rongti did not answer.
"You two have the same scent, there's no mistaking it." Nian Qing began to ask herself. She then added, "I cured your father's eyes. How are you going to repay me?"
Rongti raised his head and looked at her, his eyes dead.
"Scary." Nian Qing said with a smile. "What kind of trouble has Ziwei Qixing, who has a bright future, encountered?"
"Tell me about it." Her eyes flashed blue again, and she smiled bewitchingly. "Perhaps I can help you."
"What can you do to help me?" Rongti finally spoke. His voice was calm and his face was painful. "I want to see the present life of my deceased sister. Can you help me?"
After he said that, he lowered his head again, completely losing hope.
Nian Qing hesitated for a moment, then revealed his fox ears and tail. He muttered to himself in dissatisfaction, "I came here seeking this corrupting aura, how could I return empty-handed? It's truly not easy to deal with."
She stood up and leaned over to look at Rongti: "You have already seen my true self, so I will no longer hide it."
"That's a thankless job. What good will I get from helping you?"
Rong Ti was stunned for a moment, then looked up and met Nian Qing's gaze. Without a moment's hesitation, he said, "You can take whatever you want from me. I wasn't meant to be alive. If you see how miserable her life was, I'll give you my life."
"Haha, who wants your life?" Nian Qing circled behind Rong Ti like a ghost. She put her hand on Rong Ti's head and whispered in his ear, "I want the merits you've accumulated."
"Would you like to?"
"It's just something I gave to pray for my sister's blessing. Now I see... it's just my self-consolation." Rongti said self-deprecatingly, "You can take it."
"make a deal."
Nian Qing laughed. She covered Rongti's eyes with her hands, and when she spoke again, blood was already in her mouth.
She felt the same smell in Rongti's body as Li Puzi's, and cast a spell.
"Doctor Rong, close your eyes and take a good look..."
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The surroundings instantly transformed into a dark room. Blood, mixed with a fishy odor, filled the watery space. Rongti found himself unable to see or speak, only able to take it all in.
This feeling was not uncomfortable. Suddenly, he felt something touching the right side of his body. The thing then leaned over and gently held his fingertips.
Rongti gradually became clear that it was her head that was against his forehead. He could hear her heartbeat, the heartbeat of two lives.
She curled up on the right side, leaning against him, trusting and relying on him immensely.
It turned out that this was their first meeting.
In his mother's womb, he slept peacefully with her.
The scene before me brightened, and I could hear the cheerful laughter of children. A tall, lush bodhi tree reflected specks of light in the sunlight. A monk was flying a kite. He and a little girl sat on a stone bench, giggling, their hands clapping red as they watched the kite soar higher and higher.
The kite's string suddenly snapped. He emerged from a well, bound hand and foot by monks, struggling in the water. The water reflected a full moon, a cleansing ceremony was underway, Buddhist scriptures were chanted in the main hall, and she slept in the back room, her brow furrowed as she seemed to have dreamed of something horrific.
In the blink of an eye, he watched the spring flowers wither. Holding the abbot's hand, he saw only two blurry figures gradually walking away. He wanted to chase them, crying and shouting, but the monks beat him and locked him in the woodshed, slowly wearing away his longing.
The sound of rolling wheels crushed the illusion of the temple. Rongti saw the carriage. The woman in the carriage was holding the sleeping girl in her arms and urging the man outside the carriage to hurry up.
The night was dark, and the only sound I could hear was the jingling of money in my wallet. The large sign of the Hong Kong Coliseum stood out.
The girl did the most miscellaneous and tiring work, but she never tired of it and was delighted to eat a white flour bun every day. She seemed to have grown up a little, but she still couldn't get rid of her childishness.
That day was the first time she was helped to put on new makeup, change clothes and take a bath. The nanny with a sullen look pushed her out the door, then turned around and nodded and bowed to several men with a smiling face.
Rongti heard the nanny say, this is your first guest.
He then saw the girl being hugged by the fat man and entering a room.
The screams distorted the house the next moment.
Before he could recover, the scene in front of him changed again.
Rongti saw the woman crying, but she wiped away her tears when someone knocked on the door.
She was led into countless rooms, where she was beaten by guests who accused her of being unclean.
Then a doctor arrived, but he asked her to open her skirt so he could examine her. In an instant, Rongti became her, the humiliation in her eyes lashing at him, his whole body pierced by them.
Suddenly, laughter broke out all around, and the maids and servants all congratulated her. She was going to enter the palace.
Many people came to the palace, and the Hong Kong Coliseum became extremely lively. The emperor married her as his concubine because she was pregnant with the emperor's child.
In a fleeting moment, she appeared within the palace walls. Rongti could sense her joy as she gazed at her belly. Her increasingly pregnant figure seemed to be her lifeline.
The old and ugly emperor personally brought her a bowl of medicine and told her to drink it.
The emperor said, "How could I want the flesh and blood of a lowly person like you?" Rongti saw her crying and drank the bowl of medicine.
Everything around her bed was smashed to pieces. With her child gone, she was heartbroken. She considered suicide, but each time she was discovered by the emperor's spies, who would rescue her and then beat her half to death.
The emperor was too old, so he ordered several laborers to torture her on the nights when she slept with him. The emperor ate a fruit plate and watched quietly.
That day, she scaled the palace wall in an attempt to escape. She was discovered by the night watchmen, and the emperor himself arrived. With the sword inlaid with five-colored gems at his waist, he personally severed the tendons in her heels. Seeing her scream, as if not satisfied, he also cut her bones. What purpose did all the world's best doctors have in this palace? Now, they were accomplices in the emperor's cover-up.
They used their superb medical skills to save her legs, a pair of legs that looked normal but could no longer walk.
From then on, she became cold and indifferent. The emperor angrily said that she was unkind and like the old Bodhi tree in the temple, and gradually he stopped paying attention to her.
She rarely got a moment of rest. She stopped crying and just stared at the window in silence day and night, often staying there for the entire day.
In winter, His Majesty sent an imperial decree, appointing her as a noble concubine. He also instructed someone to bring her a crown with auspicious ornaments, symbolizing the phoenix.
She became a thousand-year-old, an unjustified thousand-year-old. The emperor said that she, a Bodhisattva, should also bear the infamy of the world.
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The last moment Rongti saw her before she died was the most peaceful moment in her otherwise peaceful life. Blood stained her chest, and she was free. Rongti opened her eyes from the illusion, tears streaming down her face.
The man who sold her to the Hong Kong Coliseum, the guest who insulted her, are like water entering the sea, and their whereabouts are nowhere to be found.
But there was only one person who had caused her the most pain, and yet he was content to sit in a high position.
Nian Qing smacked her lips, eagerly absorbing the last wisp of merit from Rong Ti. She watched the corrupting aura emanating from him transform into overwhelming resentment in an instant.
She saw Rongti stand up and walk calmly towards the door. She couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"
The man turned around and looked at her. His forehead was dark and there was a glint of blood in his eyes.
Nian Qing said nothing more. After a moment of silence, he bowed slightly towards him and said, "Good luck."
Rongti walked out. The sky was not yet dark, but in the distance one could vaguely see seven stars forming a line, approaching the Ming Palace.
Nian Qing observed the celestial phenomena and murmured, "When the seven stars of Ziwei descend into the world, all things will be accomplished."
Becoming a demon or becoming an immortal is just a matter of thought.
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