After I stopped being a lady from a rich family, I fought all over the capital

Chapter 287 Merit
Song Lan glanced at Pei Yuanshi.

Su Xianyun followed her gaze and looked up.

When her gaze fell on Pei Yuanshi, she inexplicably understood what Song Lan was asking.

Curious?
Su Xianyun blinked, recalling how Pei Yuanshi had chanted incantations to summon the gods earlier, and she couldn't help but feel a little tempted.

She couldn't help but think... if only she could do that too!
In this way, perhaps there will be no need to worry that my departure will make my mother and father sad and heartbroken.

and also……

Su Xianyun suddenly looked at Song Lan with bright eyes, but hesitated to say something.

After a long while, she dared to ask in a low voice, "That sister, like that... can I do it too?"

She spoke unclearly and haltingly for a long time, but still couldn't quite make her intentions clear.

The little girl felt that Song Lan wouldn't understand what she was trying to express, and she was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Song Lan smiled, having long understood the little girl's thoughts, and had no intention of deliberately making her cry again.

"You also want to be a ghost messenger after death, just like Liu Yueniang?"

When her thoughts were clearly revealed, the little girl burst into tears of joy and nodded emphatically.

"Correct!"

After saying that, I realized that what I had said seemed quite impolite.

That seems like asking someone to do something they can't.

A wave of guilt washed over her, and she lowered her head in shame.

"If you want, it's not impossible."

"But..."

Song Lan's deliberate pause made the little girl mistakenly believe that this matter must be very difficult to handle.

She was already indebted to Song Lan for saving her.

But now, instead of repaying even a small amount, they're pushing their luck and trying to ask for even more difficult things. That's really unacceptable!
This is hardly the behavior of a gentleman. The young girl felt extremely guilty, realizing she had gone too far, and wanted to apologize to Song Lan and stop her unrealistic expectations.

"You have eighty years left to live, and after this incident, I'm afraid those people in the underworld will not dare to let anyone steal your lifespan again."

"Otherwise, with so many eyes watching, if it's still stolen again, they might as well just offer their necks for execution. What face would they have left to continue living?"

Su Xianyun was slightly taken aback, and when she came to her senses, she didn't dare to reply.

The judges and the officials of the underworld, and perhaps even those of higher rank, are not people she can criticize.

I'm afraid it will shorten my lifespan.

"However, if you really want to become a ghost messenger after you die, you can indeed start preparing in advance and begin learning some esoteric Taoist arts now."

Song Lan glanced at Pei Yuanshi: "Taoists like Master Pei, who performed ferrying rituals in the mortal world during their lifetime, can directly take up their posts and become public officials in the underworld after death, as long as they accumulate enough merit."

"There's no need for internships, transition periods, or assessments."

When the topic of merit was mentioned, Song Lan gave a faint, almost imperceptible snort.

As if sensing something, the sky rumbled a few muffled claps of thunder, silencing Song Lan's urge to complain.

"So, what do you think? Do you want to learn?"

Su Xianyun was immediately dumbfounded.

After a long while, she came to her senses and asked incredulously, "Am I going to become a female Taoist nun?"

Why would someone suddenly decide to send themselves to become a nun?

"All right."

Song Lan thought this was a really good question, and she was a little stumped by it.

"For specifics, why not ask the abbot of Changsheng Temple? Aren't you going to admire the flowers?"

She didn't really know much about the affairs of the Xuanmen sect.