Ye Chen knew what Mingyuan was going to do.
"Donor Ye..." Mingyuan was about to speak.
"I know what you are going to say." Ye Chen interrupted Mingyuan.
"I will accept her as my personal disciple and treat her like my own daughter."
"I will do my best to expel the evil spirit from her body."
Ye Chen took the baby girl from Mingyuan.
The little guy stopped crying in his arms and looked at Ye Chen curiously with his big black eyes.
Ye Chen looked at the delicate baby in his arms, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.
He knew that he had an additional responsibility.
"Let's give her a name." Ye Chen said to Mingyuan.
"Just call me... Nianrou."
Luo Qingcheng stepped forward and took Nian Rou from Ye Chen's hands, liking her very much.
Nianrou, in memory of the mother who sacrificed herself for her child.
Mingyuan clasped his hands together and whispered, "Amitabha, good, good."
He knew that Ye Chen would definitely take good care of Nian Rou.
Mingyuan slowly walked into the wooden house and gently picked up the cold Miao Xiaorou.
There was still a faint smile on Miao Xiaorou's face, as if she was asleep.
But her body had lost its temperature.
Mingyuan's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. He carried Miao Xiaorou to the yard in front of the wooden house.
He gently placed Miao Xiaorou on the ground and began to dig a hole with his bare hands without using any spiritual power.
He wanted to bury Miao Xiaorou with his own hands.
The soil was very hard, and Mingyuan's hands were soon rubbed raw, with blood flowing down between his fingers.
It dripped into the soil and soon dyed the soil red.
Mingyuan seemed not to feel any pain and continued digging.
It seemed that this could alleviate the pain and guilt in his heart.
Luo Qingcheng and Moji turned their heads away, unable to bear to look.
"Amitabha!"
Several senior monks of the Zen Ling Buddhist sect watched this scene, put their hands together, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.
They did not dissuade him. Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect. This was Mingyuan's cause and effect, and Mingyuan needed to resolve it himself.
"Mingyuan, you don't have to do this."
Ye Chen still couldn't help it and stepped forward to persuade him.
Mingyuan stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked at Ye Chen.
His eyes were filled with sadness and despair.
"Donor Ye, please go."
Mingyuan's voice was hoarse and low.
"Leave me alone for a while."
"The villagers here died because of me."
"I will bury them myself."
"Here they will be redeemed for a thousand years."
Mingyuan's words were filled with deep remorse.
He believed that if he had not appeared here, perhaps the tragedy would not have happened and the villagers here would not have died.
He never thought that the evil god came here not because of him, but because the evil god needed more souls to recover himself.
Regardless of whether Mingyuan is here or not, the fate of these villagers is already determined!
"I also promised Xiaorou that after the baby was born, I would live in seclusion here with her."
"I can't break my promise."
Mingyuan's voice became lower and lower, and finally, it almost became a whisper.
Several high monks of the Chanling Buddhist sect looked at each other in surprise. This was the future disciple of their sect!
You need to return to the Buddhist sect to practice and you must not stay outside for a thousand years!
"Mingyuan, you..."
Master Jueyuan couldn't help but speak, wanting to persuade Mingyuan to return to Buddhism.
"Jueyuan." Xuantong Ancient Buddha raised his hand to stop Master Jueyuan.
“Everything has its destiny.”
"This is the tribulation Mingyuan must endure."
The voice of Xuantong Ancient Buddha is full of wisdom and compassion, as if he sees through everything in the world.
Ye Chen looked at Mingyuan and did not try to dissuade him.
He knew that the deaths of these villagers had nothing to do with Mingyuan.
Even if Mingyuan was not here, the evil spirit would still devour the souls of these villagers.
Mingyuan just blamed himself for not protecting them well!
Ye Chen knew that what Mingyuan needed now was time. Time to heal, time to accept everything.
Ye Chen sighed and patted Mingyuan on the shoulder.
"Take care of yourself."
Ye Chen turned around and left with Luo Qingcheng, Mo Ji, and of course Xiao Nianrou.
Xuantong Ancient Buddha and others also left.
Mingyuan was the only one left in the yard.
He continued to dig the hole, his movements slow and gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing Miao Xiaorou's sleep.
The sun sets.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Mingyuan, stretching his lonely figure very long.
Mingyuan dug the hole, gently placed Miao Xiaorou in it, and then began to fill it with soil handful by handful.
He filled it out slowly and carefully, as if he were performing a sacred ritual.
Night falls.
The moon is high in the sky.
Mingyuan finally filled Miao Xiaorou's grave and erected a stone tablet in front of it.
It says: Tomb of my beloved wife Miao Xiaorou.
Mingyuan knelt in front of the grave, clasped his hands together, and began to chant sutras for Miao Xiaorou to be reborn.
His voice was low and sad, echoing in the silent night sky.
The sound of scriptures, accompanied by moonlight, continued until dawn.
At the same time, in Zhongzhou, the Emperor Burial Forbidden Zone.
"roar!"
An earth-shaking roar came from the depths of the Emperor Burial's restricted area, as if a ferocious beast that had been sleeping for ten thousand years was awakened, carrying with it endless anger and destructive intent.
This sound, even across the endless void, is enough to terrify the powerful ones in the immortal world.
Deep in the seal, the huge figure of the evil god slowly opened his eyes, and in his scarlet eyes, burning with raging rage.
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