Feng Yuli couldn't help but ask Nan Yuanman, "So hasty? Aren't you going to try to help him? This is, after all..." a human life.
"Why should we fight for him? He did something wrong, so he has to bear the consequences." Nan Yuanman looked at Feng Yuli with a puzzled expression.
Moreover, Huang Xueyan is a weasel spirit. According to Lin Chenyi's account, when he killed her, she left no body behind. Without a body, he cannot be sentenced using human laws.
Then we can only let Heaven decide.
Lin Chenyi's legs went weak, his face filled with terror, and he almost knelt down in front of Nan Yuanman.
Shen Mengjie breathed a huge sigh of relief, her mind and body relaxing completely. Thank goodness, she survived.
Huang Xueyan was taken aback by Nan Yuanman's words. She paused for a moment, but her brows did not relax. She tentatively asked, "So I really killed him? You won't kill me after I kill him, under the pretext of exorcising demons, will you?"
Nan Yuanman opened his eyes wide, pointing his short, chubby finger at himself: "Me? You mean me? Am I such a wicked person?"
This is slander! Slander!
“You’re not.” Huang Xueyan sneered, then changed the subject: “But people in your line of work are all dirty-hearted.”
"Who knows if you're entrapping someone?"
Nan Yuanman asked innocently, "Um, what does 'entrapment' mean?"
Overwhelmed with emotion, Huang Xueyan stared at the five-year-old boy and fell silent: "..."
Oh, she forgot, this little Taoist priest was different from the cunning ones she had encountered before; she was only five years old.
Lin Chenyi broke down and said, "No...you can't do this, I didn't do it on purpose...I...I didn't want to kill you."
He grabbed Nan Yuanman's dangling little feet with a look of panic and fear: "Aren't you a Taoist priest? Isn't a Taoist priest's duty to exorcise demons and protect the righteous path? How could you let her kill me!"
Nan Yuanman blinked her innocent, watery eyes: "Who said I'm a Taoist priest? I'm not."
"I'm just a small-time coffin maker."
She tilted her head: "Big brother, do you want to order a coffin? The coffins I make are high quality and inexpensive! They're very cheap, I can give you a 9.99% discount."
Lin Chenyi: "..."
He was even more exasperated: "Why didn't you say so sooner! Why did you act all high and mighty?!"
Why did he trust her so much?
“You didn’t ask. I’m a coffin maker. It doesn’t conflict with my skills.” Nan Yuanman said confidently.
Huang Xueyan approached Lin Chenyi with a cold smile: "Stop struggling, give up. Here, no one can save you."
Lin Chenyi kept backing away, shouting, "No...no!!"
He clutched his stomach, turned around, and ran away. Huang Xueyan's tail, which had been swaying behind her, suddenly grew longer, wrapped around Lin Chenyi's waist, and pulled him back, slamming him heavily to the ground.
Lin Chenyi groaned in pain and struggled to escape, but Huang Xueyan was already in front of him, her claws pressing down on his chest.
Huang Xueyan's eyes were bloodshot as she raised her claws and stabbed at his chest.
At this critical moment, Nan Yuanman called out, "Wait a minute!"
Huang Xueyan paused, her face darkening as she looked at Nan Yuanman: "You still want to stop me?"
“Not really.” Nan Yuanman scratched his head. “It’s just that if you kill him, all your centuries of cultivation will be for nothing. Are you willing to accept that?”
Spirits and monsters undergo rigorous training. Not only must they not harm or hurt others, but they must also help others. When undergoing tribulation, they must pass three trials before they can finally be granted a title.
Huang Xueyan had passed the first three trials, but failed at the challenge of obtaining a title.
If she kills Lin Chenyi, then all the cultivation she has worked so hard to achieve will be completely lost, and she will not even have the chance to be reincarnated, becoming a wandering ghost and eventually disappearing into the world.
"I won't be at peace if I don't kill him," Huang Xueyan said angrily.
"I have another idea, do you want to hear it?" Nan Yuanman twisted her little body and struggled to get down from Feng Yuli's arms. She took short steps to Huang Xueyan and Lin Chenyi.
Nan Yuanman pointed at Lin Chenyi, whose face was still full of lingering fear, and said, "He owes you a life. If you want to live, make him transfer his merits and fortune to you and worship you for a hundred years."
"You do not need to protect him during the period of worship. As long as you receive his incense offerings for a hundred years, the karmic debt between you will be settled."
"What do you think of this idea?"
Before Huang Xueyan could speak, Lin Chenyi eagerly declared, "Sure! I agree! I agree!"
He'd be willing to eat shit if it meant he could live!
“Huang Xueyan… No! Great Immortal Huang! I am willing to worship you for a hundred years and will never let you suffer any more grievances! Please have mercy on me this time! Spare my dog’s life!” Lin Chenyi shouted at Huang Xueyan.
Huang Xueyan narrowed her eyes, her claws protruding from his chest and slowly approaching his neck. She asked meaningfully, "Are you really willing to serve me for a hundred years? To transfer your merit energy to me?"
"I'm willing! I really am willing! I'm a hundred times willing!" Lin Chenyi looked at the sharp fingernails in horror and spoke in a trembling voice.
“Okay, I agree to this idea!” Huang Xueyan chuckled softly and decisively withdrew her claws from Lin Chenyi’s chest.
Quietly watching from the side, a hint of regret flashed in Shen Mengjie's eyes, like a background figure, which Lin Chenyi happened to catch.
A surge of resentment rose within Lin Chenyi. He pointed at Chen Mengjie and said, "She's one of the culprits who killed you, Master Huang! You must not let her go!"
Shen Mengjie screamed in panic, "Lin Chenyi! Are you even a man?!"
"I can be someone else!" Lin Chenyi declared, going all out.
Why should he live in fear? He's the only one who gets punished. That bitch Shen Mengjie should go to hell with him too!
"I almost forgot about you too." Huang Xueyan elegantly licked her paws, her eyes turning sinister: "In that case, you'll end up like Lin Chenyi."
"Neither of you can escape."
"Very good!" Nan Yuanman nodded, and decisively took out the bowl, rice, incense and other items that he had put in his small satchel, and placed them on the ground.
She poured the rice back into the bowl, held it out to Lin Chenyi and Shen Mengjie, and said, "Here, drip a drop of your fingertip blood into it."
Lin Chenyi decisively bit his fingertip and dripped a drop inside.
Shen Mengjie looked unwilling: "I won't! It's not like I encouraged him to push you..."
"It's fine if you don't drip, but then when Sister Huang Xueyan comes looking for you, I won't care," Nan Yuanman said good-naturedly.
When Shen Mengjie looked up, she saw Huang Xueyan's sinister gaze. She trembled, bit her fingertip, and let a drop of blood drip into it.
The blood from her fingertips stained the rice red, and Nan Yuanman presented the red rice to Huang Xueyan.
The contract was thus established.
Huang Xueyan's illusory soul gradually solidified, and she squinted her eyes contentedly.
In contrast to her, Lin Chenyi and Shen Mengjie both looked worse.
Nan Yuanman warned Huang Xueyan: "During the contract period, you must not harm anyone else, otherwise Heaven will not let you off the hook."
Huang Xueyan nodded solemnly: "I know."
She was unlucky. If she had met a normal person who could have said she looked like a human, she would have gotten away with the request to close the pass.
Who would have thought she'd run into Lin Chenyi, this idiot...
Nan Yuanman rummaged through the small cloth bag and pulled out two small dogs carved from wood, each with a red cloth strip tied around its neck.
She scratched her head: "Grandpa didn't carve a weasel for me, this is all I have... Can you make do with this? Use this as an offering and let them invite you back to be worshipped."
Huang Xueyan: "...Okay"
She reluctantly possessed the wooden puppy.
Nan Yuanman handed the two wooden puppies to Lin Chenyi and Shen Mengjie respectively.
Just as Lin Chenyi put away the wooden puppy, he suddenly felt a chill on his abdomen. Looking down, he saw that his previously bandaged wound was bleeding.
He rolled his eyes: "I...I need a doctor."
After saying that, his head lolled to the side and he fainted.
Shen Mengjie left without looking at him, her face grim.
Feng Yuli, who had been observing the whole thing, kindly called a doctor for him.
Watching Lin Chenyi being carried away by the doctors, he asked the little boy curiously, "Is this all resolved?"
"Mmm." Nan Yuanman nodded, and just as she was about to put the bowl away, the nurse's scolding voice suddenly rang out.
"Hey! You can't burn incense or paper money in the hospital!"
Nan Yuanman shuddered, quickly packed up his things, and turned to run away.
As she turned her head, her little head bumped right into a group of people walking towards her.
Jiang Juncheng didn't expect the child to suddenly rush towards him, so he quickly stopped and reached out to grab the child who was about to fall backward.
The moment Jiang Juncheng saw her face, he froze for a second, his brows furrowing slightly: "You are... Nan Yuanman?"
What are you doing at the hospital?
Jiang Juncheng recalled the phone call Jiang Xinxin had made to him last night, his expression gradually turning cold, his eyes scrutinizing: "You asked Xinxin about my whereabouts and followed me here on purpose?"
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