Zheng Yuan suddenly became anxious. Although his son was a ghost, he couldn't bear to see him being hurt again.
"Don't worry, our method of catching ghosts is different from others. As long as the ghosts are not too bad, we will help them resolve their obsessions and send them to reincarnate.
Rather than destroying them directly." This is Feng Ling's usual style. According to her, it can earn more merit.
Comparing the two, the snake demon suddenly felt that Feng Ling was very great, and that he was a member of this small team, so he felt very proud.
Zheng Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that they didn't kill him directly. "Thank you very much. I will repay you all after this is over."
Feng Ling and his gang seemed to be very extraordinary. Zheng Yuan didn't know how he could repay them, but he had to do what he could to repay them.
"You should first consider who could have harmed your son like this, and now order your son to harm you."
They mentioned many times that someone had framed his family. Zheng Yuan's first reaction was to save the child instead of taking revenge on the enemy. It seems that he is a soft-tempered person.
Sure enough, Zheng Yuan was stunned and thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.
"I am the fourth son of the Zheng family, a jewelry merchant family in Xingcheng. However, as a concubine's son, I have never fought or competed since I was born. I have always been kind to others and have lived in peace in my own corner.
We were neither too high nor too low, so after getting married, our illegitimate family moved to the village. We lived in harmony with our neighbors and the couple never had any conflicts with anyone.
I was so engrossed in carving that I neglected to take care of my children. Maybe this gave the bad guys an opportunity to take advantage of me, but I really can't understand why anyone would do this?
But in the end, I am the one who has let the child down, and I want to make it up to the child as much as possible. Nothing else matters.
You don’t know, my Yang’er is very smart. He could compose poems at the age of three and was especially loved by the teacher.
His grandfather had always loved him dearly and had always brought him up by his side, hoping that one day Yang'er would pass the imperial examinations and bring honor to the family. Who would have thought..."
After saying that, Zheng Yuan wiped his tears again and said, "It's all my fault." He failed to protect the child, so these masters said that it was Yang'er who pushed him into the trap, and Zheng Yuan didn't blame him at all.
"Oh, the Zheng family in Xingcheng County, could you be Master Zheng?" Wu Gong suddenly remembered this person.
"What Master Zheng? I can only carve some calligraphy and paintings and carve gold and silver jewelry. Other names are just exaggerations." Zheng Yuan laughed at himself.
What a useless master! He couldn't even protect his own son. His wife blamed herself and hated him. Even though they had several more children later, Yang'er was always a source of pain for the couple.
"Amitabha, has Master Zheng ever carved Buddhist beads for Master Huineng?" Wu Gong asked again, with a rare eagerness in his eyes.
"Yes, Master Huineng had very high requirements, requiring 49 characters to be engraved on each bead, which was the size of a little finger.
I like carving and I also like challenges, so I agreed to do it right away. It took me a whole year to carve it, but fortunately, Master Huineng was quite satisfied in the end.”
When Zheng Yuan mentioned carving, his eyes finally lit up, but then dimmed again. Once he got into carving, he couldn't extricate himself. His wife said he was possessed. Ever since the child's accident, he had restricted himself to carving only one day in ten days...
Wu Gong was very excited. "That must be Master Zheng. The beads you carved are not ordinary Buddhist beads. They are spiritual. After being consecrated and worshipped with incense, they are as powerful as magical instruments. They once helped Master Huineng fight off several evil spirits."
Only a few people close to Master Huineng knew the truth. Master Huineng did not publicize the facts for fear of causing unnecessary trouble to Zheng Yuan, but he also affirmed Zheng Yuan's carving skills.
As a result, Zheng Yuan's fame gradually spread, and many people came to him with large sums of money to ask him to carve for them. However, he only accepted orders from people who were destined to do so. As a result, the outside world made Master Zheng seem more mysterious, and his fame grew.
Some young ladies are proud that their dowries are made by Master Zheng himself, and every bride who gets married wants to wear a set of jewelry carved by Master Zheng.
"Ah! What? I was just carving normally. If it has magical powers, it might be the magical power of Master Huineng." How could he have such ability? Zheng Yuan himself couldn't believe it.
"There's nothing strange about this. When a person does something wholeheartedly and with a sincere heart, the meaning he places on it is more or less endowed with spiritual energy, attached to the object, and brings good luck to others.
It's like an additive. For example, Master Huineng originally had 80% power, but with the addition of the Buddhist beads that impart spiritual energy, it reached 100%.
This is the beginner level of a weapon refiner. If he cultivates spiritual power, he will be able to refine a true magical weapon."
Feng Ling explained to everyone that she herself was an instrument refiner, but she could only make magical instruments and carve runes. She was not like Zheng Yuan, who could carve flowers, birds, trees, and even make jewelry.
"I'm just an ordinary citizen, I don't have any spiritual power, but if you like, I can carve for you. I can make jewelry, jade pendants and other small items."
Zheng Yuan finally found a way to repay these people, and he breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he could repay his benefactors, he could ask for more, such as a better ending for his son...
"We're here. It's right in front." Zheng Yuan said, pointing to a small grave mound under a big pine tree at the foot of the mountain.
There is no tombstone on the small grave, but it is kept very clean and tidy, which shows that someone has been taking care of it all year round. "This pine tree was planted that year..." The sapling has grown into a towering tree, but his son is stuck in that year.
"Then let's dig." Only by digging can we know the truth. After Feng Ling said this, Wu Gong couldn't wait to step forward and start digging with his bare hands. He was skilled in this.
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