I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 224 Merit +1 +1 +1...

A car where someone has died is considered unlucky.

The same goes for houses where someone has died.

That's why we have the terms "haunted car" and "haunted house".

Better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't... standard Chinese thinking.

Therefore, Yang Ye's expression immediately changed after hearing this. He thought about it carefully and realized that since he took out a loan to buy this used car, his luck had been getting worse and worse. His work was not going well, he was blamed by his boss, and finally he was transferred.

He immediately took out his phone, walked a few steps away, and began to question them.

About three minutes later, he came back, his face full of relief and regret: "You were right. This car was in an accident at the end of last year. The passenger in the back seat died. Actually, it wasn't a problem with the car. A stone smashed the window and hit the passenger in the back seat. It wasn't a major accident, so I didn't notice it."

Yang Ye hesitated and said, "But since it's a car that's been killed, should I ask the logistics department to change it to another one?"

Bai Xuan opened the car door and sat in the back seat: "It's okay, I'll just sit here. Even if there's something dirty, I'm a young man and I'm not afraid."

Ren Qinglan was clearly a bold person, and she followed suit and sat down inside.

Yang Ye got into the driver's seat. He used to like the car quite a bit, but now all he could think about was returning RMN.

He looked into the rearview mirror at the back seat: "How did you figure out that someone died in this car, young master?"

"I could tell with my own eyes," Bai Xuan said truthfully, after all, the vengeful spirit was sitting right next to him.

She had no physical form, no rationality; she just sat there blankly, her face covered in blood, her mind filled with images of watermelon juice soaked in milk.

Bai Xuan was too lazy to pay her any attention. If she really started to act aggressively, he would definitely slap her across the face and send her to her death.

Ren Qinglan gave Yang Ye an address and told him to drive there. Then she took out her phone and began scanning through various text messages at a glance.

She has a personal assistant, and even her work phone is kept by the assistant, who is responsible for filtering out all kinds of useful notifications and messages.

The phone she used for daily life was the one in her hand. Bai Xuan curiously leaned over to take a look, and then his mother hugged him tightly, their faces pressed together, and they snapped a photo together.

"What?"

"Take a picture and send it to Bai Qianxia and your grandma to let them know you're safe." The pretty mother raised her eyebrows, looking smug. "Let her be envious."

Bai Xuan also turned on his phone and found that there was no signal.

His phone didn't have international roaming activated, so all the domestic apps were inaccessible. He had to reluctantly activate international roaming to at least ensure he could make and receive calls.

Japan is an island nation with a small area, and most roads are two-lane, so traffic jams are very common when accidents occur.

There was a car parked on the side of the road ahead, it seemed to have broken down.

Yang Ye had to start slowing down, but he soon realized something was wrong; no matter how he pressed the brake pedal, it had no effect.

"Wait, why won't it stop?"

He thought anxiously, "Could the brakes be broken? No way, am I that unlucky?"
He didn't even see that, because of a traffic accident ahead, the resentful high school student in the back seat had already crossed the vehicle and placed his right hand on the steering wheel in front.

She confused Yang Ye's senses, making him think he had stepped on the brakes, when in fact he hadn't.

Just as she was about to make a further move, something suddenly grabbed her hair.

Bai Xuan raised his eyes, and an invisible force pulled her back, forcefully pressing the wronged spirit back into her seat.

At this moment, Yang Ye finally stepped on the brakes, slowing down and stopping a hundred meters before the impact. His heart was pounding, and he vowed to replace this lousy car.

Bai Xuan examined the restless, wronged soul. He figured the traffic accident must have triggered her memories of her past life, causing her to unleash her remaining will to live. Her death was likely caused by the driver slowing down earlier.

Bai Xuan slightly used the supernatural power of the sixth edict.

Sure enough, he saw memories related to the high school girl, which were pretty much what he had guessed.

But dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

The dead should not remain here.

Bai Xuan opened his phone and, taking advantage of the trending topic shared by the pretty mom, found the Great Compassion Mantra recited by a monk online, and played it in the car.

This kind of cyber chanting is definitely ineffective.

What really worked was Bai Xuan reciting along with the others.

Buddhist scriptures depend on who recites them; after all, Buddha doesn't save the poor, otherwise where would the golden statue come from?

The scriptures echoed in the car, and the expression of the wronged spirit gradually calmed down, and its malevolent aura dissipated... Before this obsession dissipated, she glanced in Bai Xuan's direction, then pointed to a spot inside the car and bowed deeply.

At that moment, amidst the dark clouds and rain swirling in the sky, a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone in front of him.

The golden light is the light of the righteous path.

Your merits have increased ↑
Bai Xuan turned off the Great Compassion Mantra, seemingly lost in thought.

An essential part of the true path of cultivation is accumulating merit.

Merits and virtues from the Heavenly Way are hard to obtain, while saving the lingering, obsessive souls of the dead is a merit and virtue from the Human Way.

The former is a terrestrial deity, while the latter is someone who attains sainthood on the spot.

Bai Xuan has accumulated a lot of human merit, but its value cannot compare to the merit of heaven.

Having good deeds will surely bring benefits; your luck will improve, and you'll be more likely to get a "buy one get one free" offer when buying drinks.

As for its further uses, he wasn't quite sure, since he wasn't a Buddhist and didn't study how to earn or spend merit.

……

The vehicle arrived at the destination.

Before getting out of the car, Bai Xuan handed something to Yang Ye.

"This is?"

"The broken bracelet found in the car is very likely a keepsake from the deceased," Bai Xuan said. "You can personally hand it to the deceased's family; that should help alleviate your bad luck." "Really?" Yang Ye asked, but he was already 80% convinced. "Then do I need to put it in my car?"

"It's up to you."

Turn around and leave.

Ren Qinglan saw everything. She didn't press her son about how he figured it out or how he found the deceased's belongings. Instead, she said, "Yang Ye has good abilities and emotional intelligence, but he has a fatal flaw."

"what?"

"He's greedy for small gains, but doesn't dare to accept bribes. He always feels that taking a little advantage is nothing, so his superiors think he's petty and calculating, and he's not very popular." The pretty mother summed up Yang Ye's character weaknesses in one sentence.

"Having learned his lesson this time, he'll probably be much more restrained in the future. Besides, he's completely convinced of your abilities now... I never expected you to have this skill. Just a few words and you've made him behave so obediently that he even forgot to greet me."

“If you take over my job now, I can transfer him back to China to assist you. He is capable.”

Ren Qinglan still kept repeating the core idea in her words.

Bai Xuan immediately changed the subject: "Isn't Your Majesty curious how I figured it out?"

"I'm not curious." Ren Qinglan waved her hand: "It's just that your mind works faster than most people, and you saw some clues, such as the different color of the car window, or you saw bloodstains, or it's just pure sixth sense."

She believed in all scientific explanations, but never imagined that her son could see ghosts.

Or perhaps they had guessed it, but didn't take it to heart.

Ren Qinglan is the daughter-in-law of the Bai family.

The old man, Bai Wuwei, is a temple priest.

Bai Xuan grew up at the foot of the City God Temple, and perhaps he has some ability to predict people's hearts.

But who can tell what's true and what's false?

The temple keeper Bai Wuwei wasn't reading the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra, but rather the psychology of human behavior.

Bai Xuan flattered, "Your Majesty the Empress Dowager is wise."

The two were at the time in Bunkyo Ward, Tokyo.

Bunkyo Ward has a large number of schools, ranging from elementary school to junior high school to high school to university.

Chinatsu Hanekawa, who is engaged in academic research, has lived here for a long time. Her ancestral home is located in Bunkyo Ward and covers a very large area. From the outside, it looks like a small villa.

In Tokyo, where land is incredibly valuable, just one house and the land it represents is enough to live comfortably for generations, not to mention she owns ten more such houses.

However, the old house was sold long ago because no one lived there, and a new building was built on the land. The shopping mall is located in Ginza, and the land rental fee alone is enough to cover her research expenses.

Therefore, she didn't need any sponsorship or funding; she raised all the funds herself, conducting research for her own enjoyment and supporting several research assistants along the way.

Just as they were about to leave, the pretty mother suddenly stopped: "I came in such a hurry this time that I forgot to bring a gift."

It's a rare occasion to visit elders, so you shouldn't come empty-handed.

Bai Xuan suggested, "How about we go buy two cases of milk nearby?"

Is milk a cure-all?

"Milk isn't a cure-all, but boxed milk is a universally accepted gift. It's never shameful to mention it, no matter who you are or where you're from!"

Bai Xuan firmly believed that this stuff was the hard currency during holidays. A box of milk would be taken from your house, pass through the hands of relatives, and then eventually return to your own house.

The pretty mom wasn't used to giving such a shabby gift, but she couldn't think of a good idea for the moment and was considering whether she should just call and order one immediately.

Bai Xuan seemed to remember something, took out a sandalwood box, opened it, and put it back into his storage ring. He then took out a white jade-colored pearl and asked, "Will this work?"

"What's this?" the pretty mother asked. "A pearl?"

This is a 300-year-old pearl from the North Sea.

It was one of the many gifts Bai Xuan received.

Its true purpose is not to wear it, but to grind it into powder, soak it in water, and drink it. It can nourish the skin and whiten the complexion, hence it is also known as the "Face-Fixing Bead".

When Bai Xuan offered to give it to Ning Jianshuang, the young lady simply smiled and said she didn't need it, because she usually used pearls that were at least 500 years old.

The wooden box Bai Xuan had just taken out contained over a hundred of these clam pearls, just like glass marbles; he simply picked one out at random.

It's not really that valuable on the other side.

Ren Qinglan was very pleased with it: "Hmm, a pure natural pearl, with a pure color, and it's even rarer to find one as big as a fingernail... Where did you get it?"

She has a very accurate eye for things, and that doesn't come cheap.

Bai Xuan said, "Someone gave it to me."

"Who?" Ren Qinglan asked warily, "You can just take something this valuable without permission?"

“It was a gift from a young girl. The old man knows her too. She has a lot of these. She said it’s a consumable, not an ornament. It’s meant to be ground into powder and taken. She gave me one because she saw I was curious.”

Bai Xuan once again used Qin Xiaochan as a shield.

Ren Qinglan was skeptical, but made a note of it for the time being without asking further questions.

He turned around, pulled Bai Xuan to the front of the house, and pressed the doorbell.

Soon, the door opened.

An elegant figure pushed open the door from the inside.

"Come on~"

The air was filled with the fragrance of rosemary, and like a butterfly in a black dress, it fluttered into Bai Xuan's arms.

In front of his own mother.

(End of this chapter)