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Chapter 257 I Thank Myself

"I go with him."

"Chenxiang, are you going with the monk?"

“I’ll just go take a look around…” Chenxiang replied.

"...Really just taking a casual look?" He looked at Chenxiang from the roadside.

"How can we just look around like that?" someone laughed from the roadside.

"You care a lot, don't you?" someone on the roadside said.

Chenxiang nodded slowly.

It would be strange if they didn't care.

The father was a celestial being who descended to earth, and the mother was a princess of a mortal kingdom... but in the end, the child died.

“I need to ask him what his motives are for seeking revenge,” Chenxiang replied.

"Go."

The "bandits" carried the two men on horseback and galloped back to Baoxiang Kingdom.

Instead of entering the city, the "bandits" went to a cemetery outside the city.

Beneath the cemetery lay a hidden world. The "bandits" led the way, winding their way to the depths of the tomb.

"I want dead people, not living people."

"And why did you bring outsiders here?"

"Alright."

"Whether it's alive or fresh, I'll just switch to the Third Prince's body."

The person behind the scenes, who was also in the tomb, wore a yellow robe, obscuring his face, and walked straight toward the monk Dayuan.

"Benefactor, what grudge do you have? May I ask?" The monk Dayuan felt a fierce wind rushing towards him, but he was not afraid at all, while the "bandits" around him were trembling.

“I should have looked like you, with this identity, a prince of a country, the future king, and even be able to cultivate to become an immortal and ascend to the heavens.”

“I hate my mother,” the man in the yellow robe said.

"I hate my grandfather."

"I have been lying in wait for hundreds of years, just to destroy their country."

"My mother didn't love my father at all, nor did she love me. The only one who loved me was my father, not my mother."

"It really is Kui Mulang's child."

"Hmm?" The man in the yellow robe immediately looked at Chen Xiang, who had spoken.

"Whose child is he?" The man in the yellow robe turned to look at the monk Dayuan.

Are you asking about agarwood?

“Chenxiang’s mother is a goddess from heaven, who is now imprisoned under the mountain. He travels westward to rescue her,” the monk Dayuan explained to Chenxiang.

"..."

Chenxiang and the monk Dayuan watched as the man in the yellow robe trembled.

"What about his father? And what happened to him?" the man in the yellow robe asked sternly.

“Chenxiang’s father was killed by his uncle, who was the God of War in the Heavenly Realm,” Monk Dayuan added.

The monk only knew what Chenxiang had told him; he didn't know which Great Vow Monk was the "God of War of the Heavenly Realm".

"You and I are very similar..."

The man in the yellow robe reached out his hand to Chenxiang.

It was a pale, lifeless, and extremely cold hand.

It is the hand of a dead man.

Before he could even touch the agarwood, the monk Dayuan blocked his way.

"You're going to die too," the man in the yellow robe said to Chenxiang in a sinister tone.

"No matter what skills you eventually acquire, this world will not tolerate you."

“I’ve been through this myself, I know best,” the man in the yellow robe said to Chenxiang.

"Listen to me," the monk Dayuan said, taking the initiative to approach the man in the yellow robe.

A passage of scripture appeared automatically in the mind of the monk Dayuan.

He began reciting this scripture that had suddenly appeared before the man in the yellow robe.

"If I hear..."

The man in the yellow robe stared wide-eyed, but the moment the monk Dayuan began chanting the sutra, he was unable to move.

The monk Dayuan sat down cross-legged, completely immersed in reciting the scriptures.

The man in the yellow robe was in a daze; he seemed to see scenes of hell. His mother was a jade maiden who burned incense in the Hall of Fragrant Breeze, but she had secretly descended to the mortal realm and entered the cycle of reincarnation, and was now suffering in the eighteen levels of hell in the Netherworld.

He died, but his soul remained in the human world. He never went to the underworld, nor was he ever discovered by the underworld's ghost messengers in the human world.

The man in the yellow robe shed tears.

At this moment, he was terrified.

He said he was not loved by his mother, but he loved his mother.

As the monk Dayuan chanted sutras for him, this wandering ghost, he saw various scenes of hell and what punishments people would suffer for their sins if they went to hell after death.

The body lay down, and the man in the yellow robe appeared as a spirit.

Judging from the appearance of the soul alone, it was a child even younger than Chenxiang.

After death, he stopped developing and his appearance remained that of a child, but his thoughts and wisdom were no different from those of an adult.

"Om~!!"

The monk Dayuan uttered a true mantra, which awakened the man in the yellow robe as if from a dream.

"Grandmaster……"

"I was wrong……"

The child's spirit knelt down before the monk Dayuan.

After all, the Great Vow Monk was the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. All ghosts were like mice before a cat when they saw him, and had no means to harm him.

“You brat, that’s enough.”

"Go and be reincarnated soon."

"You haven't made any major mistakes yet..."

The child ghost bowed to the monk Dayuan.

"Go in peace. I will perform a proper rite of passage for you and protect you on your journey to the underworld, so that you will not get lost again..."

As he spoke, the monk Dayuan began chanting scriptures again, and the sound of his chanting brought a sense of peace to Chenxiang's heart.

A Buddha's light slowly emanated from behind the Great Vow Monk's head, and under the illumination of this light, the child ghost embarked on the path to the underworld and headed to the realm of the dead.

The monk Dayuan was completely unaware of the strange phenomena occurring to him; he was simply focused on closing his eyes and performing a ritual to help the departed souls find peace.

When the monk opened his eyes again, most of the day had passed.

"Huh? What's wrong with me?"

“You’ve been possessed,” Chenxiang said beside the monk Dayuan.

"Is it... is it possession by a ghost?" Monk Dayuan broke out in a cold sweat.

“I’ve been possessed by a Bodhisattva,” Chenxiang replied.

"Oh, so it's a Bodhisattva. I'm relieved now." Monk Dayuan smiled.

"Chenxiang, may I ask which Bodhisattva you are?" Monk Dayuan asked Chenxiang.

“It is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva,” Chenxiang said.

"So it was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

The monk Dayuan bowed on the spot, expressing his gratitude to "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva".

Chenxiang's face fell.

Before he could even get to the bottom of things with the little devil, the little devil was "given a miracle" by the monk Dayuan and was exorcised.