Chapter 187 May your next life be as sweet as honey, as bright as the morning sun. May you have peace, joy, freedom, and light.
Time passed slowly in the oppressive atmosphere.
The setting sun finally sank behind the western mountains, gathering away its last rays.
Luoshui Village was once again shrouded in the thick darkness of night.
But this time, the road deep in the village leading to the graves of Xia Wanggui and his mother was no longer deathly silent.
The villagers, regardless of age or gender, gathered silently in the open space in front of the cemetery.
No one spoke; only heavy breathing and suppressed sobs drifted in the night wind.
Before that lonely grave.
Qiao Dashan was forced to kneel on the ground by two burly criminal police officers. He was still struggling in vain, his face filled with fear.
Beside him knelt two middle-aged men in suits, their faces ashen.
They were the very people who tore up Xia Wanggui's martyr's certificate at the town government gate and drove him away back then.
And there was also the village chief, Li Dazhuang, kneeling silently to the side.
Shen Yuepo stood before the grave, her long hair simply tied up with a wooden hairpin. In the dim light of the emergency charging lamp, she appeared aloof and otherworldly, like a fairy under the moon.
She had no magical implements in her hand, only a yellow talisman between her fingers.
"Looking forward to summer."
Shen Yuepo's voice was clear and peaceful, piercing through the night and the resentment.
"Qiao Dashan, his accomplices who aided and abetted the evildoers, and the villagers who once stood by in silence but now feel remorse have all arrived."
As she finished speaking, a thick, black aura of resentment began to surge violently over the solitary grave.
The piercing cries rang out again, sharper and more filled with hatred than ever before.
A sudden gust of cold wind arose, chilling everyone to the bone.
Qiao Dashan, the two directors, and Li Dazhuang, who were kneeling on the ground, were terrified and screamed in terror.
The villagers were trembling with fear, and many of them had already knelt down on the ground.
Shen Yuepo ignored this.
She held a yellow talisman between her fingers, and it shone brightly with spiritual energy.
Recite the incantation to soothe the soul and deliver from suffering:
"By imperial decree, your lonely soul is exorcised!"
"All ghosts and demons, all living beings are blessed!"
"Those with heads rise, those without heads live!"
"The injustice has been redressed, and the creditors are at the door!"
"I kneel before your grave and kowtow to confess my sins!"
"May all of you be reborn in a better realm!"
The incantation, like a resounding bell, carried the power to cleanse the soul, colliding with the surging resentment.
The spiritual light and the dark energy intertwined and dissolved with each other.
The wandering spirits around the village all floated over when the incantation "May all ghosts and demons be blessed" landed.
This decree means that all four categories of beings—ghosts, spirits, and so on—can receive this blessing of deliverance.
Shen Yuepo's voice suddenly rang out, filled with authority: "Kneel down, apologize! Confess your guilt!"
"Thump!"
Under the pressure of the incantation and Shen Yuepo's powerful will, the villagers were as if struck in the knees by an invisible force, and they all knelt down in the direction of the grave.
We were wrong!
"I'm sorry, Wang Gui! I'm sorry, Xiao Yu!"
"We're not human! We deserve to die!"
The villagers cried out, tears streaming down their faces, filled with heartfelt remorse and fear, as they kowtowed towards the grave.
His forehead slammed heavily against the ground with a dull thud.
Under the pressure of fear and the power of the incantation, Qiao Dashan and the others finally collapsed.
"I was wrong! I deserve to die! I shouldn't have taken your houses and fields! Please spare me!" Qiao Dashan cried and kowtowed desperately.
"Spare us! Spare us! We...we were also bribed by Qiao Dashan...we were so foolish!" The two directors were so frightened that they were incoherent and collapsed to the ground.
As hundreds of people repented and kowtowed, and as the spiritual light of the incantation continued to purify, the surging black mist of resentment began to violently vibrate and contract.
The piercing cries gradually subsided, becoming more sorrowful, and finally... turned into a long sigh.
Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, the dense resentment emanating from the grave dissipated.
Two semi-transparent figures slowly emerged; they were Xia Wanggui and her son, Xia Yu.
Xia Wanggui's soul was no longer filled with malevolence; the hatred on his face was replaced by sorrow.
The soul of the child in her arms appeared even purer and more innocent, curiously looking at the kneeling crowd below.
Even more remarkably, the faint golden light of merit on Xia Wang's returning soul suddenly brightened.
It no longer needed to resist resentment; instead, like warm sunshine, it gently enveloped the mother and child.
Golden light flowed, dispelling the last trace of gloom from their souls.
Xia Wanggui's gaze swept over Qiao Dashan, the two directors, and Li Dazhuang, who were trembling and kowtowing repeatedly in confession below, and then looked at the villagers filled with remorse.
Finally, her gaze fell upon the serene, moon-like figure standing before the grave.
Her lips moved silently, as if she were saying "thank you".
Shen Yuepo nodded slightly, accepting the gratitude.
Her gaze fell on the innocent and pure little soul in Xia Wanggui's arms.
A rare, faint smile appeared on her usually aloof face.
She waved to Xiaoyu.
Xiao Yu opened his big, dark grape-like eyes curiously and first looked at his mother.
Xia Wanggui lowered his head and nodded gently to Xiaoyu.
With his mother's permission, Xiaoyu's soul, filled with a hint of joy, floated to Shen Yuepo's side.
He tilted his little face up, his pure and innocent eyes looking curiously at the beautiful older sister who made him feel very comfortable.
Shen Yuepo stretched out her hand.
A lollipop lay quietly in her palm.
She bought this in town that morning.
She flicked her finger, and a tiny glimmer of light merged into the lollipop.
After doing all this, Shen Yuepo tore open the lollipop wrapper and handed it to Xiaoyu.
A joyful smile appeared on Xiaoyu's illusory little face as he reached out his little hand to take it.
Looking at the pure soul before her, Shen Yuepo's cool eyes softened with tenderness.
She leaned down slightly, bringing her gaze level with Xiaoyu's, and said softly:
May your path in the next life be as sweet as honey and as bright as the morning sun.
May you live a life of peace, joy, freedom, and enlightenment.
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