Bai Xi said, "If you hadn't caused this, if you hadn't switched Chi Qiangwei's memories, you wouldn't be suffering the consequences you're facing today."
Xu An was completely stunned. He stared in disbelief, speechless after being confronted by the streamer.
Live broadcast room.
[So Xu An really got what he deserved; every cause has its effect.]
I've heard it said that the more attached a person is to something—some are attached to love, some to family, some to money—the deeper and more painful that attachment often is, indicating the deeper the karma from their past lives.
Xu An is such an example. He was obsessed with living; living became his only obsession, yet he was unaware that all of this was the bitter fruit of his own actions.
The flower fairy's obsession with finding Song Fanze stemmed from a past life's love affair with him; she had taken human form specifically for him. Even after transforming, she never saw Song Fanze again. Although her memories were altered, deep within her soul she knew she was searching for the Song Fanze of her first life. The longer she searched, the deeper her obsession grew, accumulating to the point of self-deception by the ninth incarnation.
[In the grand scheme of things, some repay kindness, some seek revenge; indeed, cause and effect are real.]
The flower spirit has haunted Xu An through countless lifetimes, either to repay a debt of gratitude or to seek revenge.
The people in the comment section are all masters.
Don't get too caught up in this; it's just a story.
Many people then gave the streamer tips.
In the live stream, countless nine-colored roses exploded on the screen.
The vibrant, colorful roses seemed to sway like the very spirits of flower fairies.
[Host, is there more? What's the ending of the ninth incarnation? Did the flower fairy die in the end?]
Bai Xi said, "There's one more life, which I need to tell you again. That's the flower demon's eighth life. In this life, Song Fanze was a high-ranking monk..."
Wow, Song Fanze has actually become a high-ranking monk!
This shows that he has reached a certain level in his spiritual practice.
Looking forward to it!
...
In a solemn and dignified temple, the sound of a group of monks chanting sutras could be heard.
One of the young monks, dressed in a red robe, sat before the Buddha. He was handsome and had an otherworldly air about him.
He held prayer beads in one hand and tapped a wooden fish with the other, chanting sutras with his eyes closed.
An hour later, the sounds of striking the wooden fish and chanting stopped.
Song Fanze put away the wooden fish, stood up from the prayer mat, and looked at the group of disciples he had taught, holding his prayer beads.
"Amitabha!"
The disciples nodded to Song Fanze, then got up to leave.
At that moment, a girl dressed in red burst into the temple.
"Master Fanze, please, save Xu An! He's dying!"
Song Fanze's expression was indifferent. "Benefactor, life and death are predestined. Don't be too attached to it."
Chi Qiangwei: "You've said that several times already, but my situation is different."
Song Fanze's eldest disciple immediately stepped forward and reprimanded him.
"How dare a flower fairy barge into the temple and cause trouble!"
Another junior disciple said, "Master Fanze said that if he can't save you, he can't save you. If you dare to be disrespectful to Master Fanze again, we'll take you in!"
As they spoke, the two of them stepped forward to capture the flower demon.
Song Fanze stopped her, saying, "Forget it, let her go."
He looked at Chi Qiangwei. Although she was a flower fairy, she was different from other fairies, but he couldn't quite put his finger on how.
But Chi Qiangwei refused to leave.
“Master Fanze, I know you can save him.”
The eldest disciple immediately roared, "Insolence!"
Song Fanze said, "Flower Fairy, come and cultivate by my side."
Chi Qiangwei shook her head, "I don't cultivate."
Song Fanze sighed, put his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, Buddha is merciful, please take me there."
Chi Qiangwei was taken aback at first, then delighted, "Okay."
The young disciple hesitated, then said, "...Master Fanze, that Xu An is already a dying man."
Song Fanze said, "It wouldn't hurt to go and take a look."
Upon seeing this, the junior disciple couldn't help but glare at Chi Qiangwei.
He felt that this flower demon would one day ruin Master Fanze's cultivation.
Song Fanze, carrying the bundle containing the wooden fish and his young disciple, followed Chi Qiangwei down the mountain.
They arrived at a bustling street, where passersby couldn't help but glance at Song Fanze a few more times.
It was rather strange to see a bright, flamboyant, and beautiful girl in red accompanying two monks.
The three of them quickly disappeared from the street and came into a dark alley.
Following the alley, they soon arrived at a thatched hut, the interior of which was somewhat dirty and messy.
Lying on the bed inside the room was a pale-faced young man suffering from illness.
The young man was only twenty years old, but now he looked thin and aged like he was in his thirties.
Accompanying him was a woman in a yellow dress, Xu An's cousin, named Wan Rou.
She sat by the bedside watching over her cousin, secretly wiping away tears with a handkerchief in her hand.
Xu An opened his eyes slightly and saw that Chi Qiangwei had returned; a smile immediately appeared on his face.
"…rose."
Xu An said weakly that he wanted to get up, but Chi Qiangwei quickly pressed him down.
"Xu An, don't move,"
Xu An turned his head and looked at Song Fanze, who was dressed in a clean monk's robe. He was handsome and had an otherworldly air. For some reason, a feeling of jealousy rose in his heart.
Chi Qiangwei looked at Song Fanze, "Master, please help him."
Song Fanzhe glanced at Xu An and said calmly, "All I can do is chant sutras and pray for him to alleviate his pain."
Chi Qiangwei knew that Song Fanze's chanting of scriptures and prayers was effective; last time, after he chanted scriptures for Xu An, Xu An's complexion improved a lot.
After Song Fanze finished speaking, he looked for a spot.
Chi Qiangwei understood immediately and placed a clean straw mat in front of him.
"Master, please have a seat."
Song Fanze sat cross-legged, holding a wooden fish in his hand.
Soon after, the sounds of chanting and striking a wooden fish rang out simultaneously.
As Xu An lay in bed listening to the chanting, the pain in his heart gradually subsided.
Even Chi Qiangwei and Wan Rou, who were initially somewhat tired, relaxed and felt at peace.
The chanting stopped, and Song Fanze put away the wooden fish.
Chi Qiangwei and Wan Rou quickly checked Xu An's complexion and saw that his appearance had indeed improved a lot, which brought a look of joy to their faces.
A few minutes later, Chi Qiangwei got up and brought Song Fanze a glass of cold water.
"Thank you, Master, for today."
"You're welcome," Song Fanze said calmly.
The young disciple beside him muttered, "Isn't it because you, you flower demon, shamelessly begged my master to save me?"
Song Fanzhe glanced at his junior disciple, signaling him not to say anything more.
The young disciple immediately fell silent upon seeing Song Fanze's gaze.
Chi Qiangwei was a little embarrassed. "Master, let me see you out."
"Okay." Song Fanzhe nodded.
Lying in bed, Xu An watched as Chi Qiangwei saw Song Fanze off...
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