Cross the prayer space

Chapter 701
The corners of Nanny Yang's mouth moved, but she remained silent in the end.

He Yangshi didn't care, "I knew from a young age that I was the most ordinary-looking person in my family. The elder sister was beautiful and charming, and the younger sister was also smart. I was the only one who was neither above nor below. It is the easiest to be ignored."

She muttered to herself, as if she was possessed, "I was hoping that someone would notice me. Until I was 13 years old, I was clearly He Lang's fiancée, so why did I want to fulfill them."

She stroked her black hair, "Sometimes, I also want to thank my sisters, because they look good, they will take my changes for granted, I just grow out."

She put down the comb in her hand, "I can't bear Miao Zhu'er, but I can't turn my head back. It's true that I feel sorry for her, but I also feel sorry for myself. You know best, Mammy."

Nanny Yang took the comb again and combed her long hair, "It's just as long as Miss is happy."

Li Miaozhu burned the red hair band, and a cloud of mist rose up, slowly floating in the whole He Fu, and soon everything in He Fu was included, and from the outside, He Fu was no different from usual.

A woman in white clothes appeared gracefully in the He Mansion, holding a lantern in her hand, humming a little tune, weird but fascinating.

Under the dry well in He Mansion, countless white bones piled up at the bottom of the well, and the blue tiles and white walls also turned into dense white bones at this time, and the Yin Qi lingered in it. The Bodhisattva statue in the small Buddha Hall was crooked and fell to the ground , shattered.

Holding a lantern, the woman in white knocked on the door of the young master of the He family with soft words.

A pair of big hands stretched out and pulled the woman into the room, "Good Laner, please let me wait."

The woman in white exhaled like orchid, "Master, look, I am Lan'er, and my servant is Hua Ning."

The young master, who was drunk, didn't know what year it was, he put his arms around the waist of his daughter in his arms, and showed a flashy smile, "It's all my favorite."

Master He was chatting with the toddler, but he never noticed that the toddler's hand had turned into ashes of bones, gently stroking his belly, "Is Uncle He comfortable?"

In a trance, Master He seemed to recall that year, that young child who was pressed under him, what he said at that time, "Xiao Ping'er, are you comfortable?"

It's strange, why the events of the past recurred again, he almost forgot, he made a mistake when he was drunk, and it was then that he realized that he was so fucking, but that child was always crying, so he smothered himself to death over him.

I still remember that the child's immature and delicate face gradually turned black, but where did he throw the body, it seems that he threw it in his own well.

Suddenly, he felt a slight chill in his stomach, and he murmured unconsciously, "A Bao, it's cool." Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and Master He's aura gradually weakened, but around him were the ghosts of countless children , dissipated along with his breath.

At the same time, Young Master He also hanged himself in obsession, and the woman in white looked sad and happy, and disappeared together with the ghosts around her.

The dry well collapsed suddenly, countless ghosts ran out, and Baigu Mountain was also exposed to the night. He Yang was recalling the past with Madam Yang, but heard the sound of something banging on the door.

Nanny Yang frowned slightly, "Why are you guarding the door?" There was no sound outside, and the sound of banging on the door continued.

Nanny Yang put down the comb and opened the door with a bit of anger, but was swallowed by the bones in an instant.

Before the exclamation could be heard, He Yangshi was thrown into the bone by the whole skinning cramps.

Countless white bones strewn about, but Hetangyuan was not affected at all.

Li Miaozhu was sitting in the hall, the silver ribbon in her hand fluttering, and the mist gradually dissipated until it returned to calm.

Li Miaozhu walked out from the scattered bones and opened the door of Hetang courtyard. Inside the door, Zhou Yuwan was covering her mouth and coughing. Due to her poor health, she often did not sleep well. When she heard the door was opened, she suddenly looked up, but was stunned for a second. Stop, "Sister Miaozhu?"

Li Miaozhu stepped forward and held her hand, "Follow me out of here, are you willing?"

As if bewitched, Zhou Yuwan nodded blankly, the silver ribbon covered her eyes, and a woman's gentle voice sounded in her ear, "Don't be afraid, I'll hold you."

A groom who didn't know where came, rushed to the carriage they made when they came, and Zhou Yuwan was helped by Li Miaozhu into the carriage.

The night was dark and the city gate was closed, but the carriage was unimpeded and left He Cheng.

Under the darkness of night, An Ran watched them leave, looked back at the He Mansion where demons danced wildly, and waited for the arrival of the cultivator.

In the early morning of the second day, the tragedy in the He Mansion shocked the entire He City, and the bones of the He Mansion were exposed to the eyes of the world.

Some people said that it was a monster. The emperor in Beijing was shocked when he heard about it. He personally went to Yuanming temple to ask the monks to come out of the mountain, and went to Hecheng to catch the monster.

At this time, He Cheng was desolate, and many people left the city, leaving only the old, weak, sick and disabled among them.

In the previous life, the mountain ghost did not have An Ran's ribbon to help him, and he was unable to control the ghost, which led to a long delay before he calmed down his grievances.

But he never thought that he was disturbed by the Taoist priests of Yuanming Temple, saying that the evildoers had cut off the way of cultivation, and let go of the real culprit.

Regarding this, An Ran was noncommittal. As a cultivator, she couldn't see the cycle of karma, and couldn't see that the mountain ghosts did good deeds, were driven by money, and acted recklessly. This made An Ran very strange. This world is not a land of absolute spirits , Why do cultivators commit crimes so recklessly.

People who practice Taoism are born with a pair of eyes of cause and effect, know good and evil, distinguish between demons, be kind to people, and make peace with the underworld.

The originally bustling streets of He Cheng were now desolate and desolate. A group of people in Taoist robes walked in, looked at the scenery on the street, and expressed doubts, "Master, there is no demonic atmosphere in He Cheng."

"Huh?" The man who was walking with his eyes closed opened his eyes and looked carefully, "It's really not. Could it be a vendetta?"

A Taoist with a short beard snorted when he heard the words, "So what about vendetta? Just let the high-ranking person believe it. Since the real power left, how many people abide by the rules here?"

He flicked his sleeves, "Even if we see through the cause and effect and make a mistake, so what, the King of Hades didn't send anyone to arrest us, so it's not like he can't do anything to us."

An Ran rang the original owner who was summoned to discuss the Dao, and she was silent. The original owner was going to discuss the Dao, so she invited An Ran to sit in the township for her, but because the original owner had been in the Tao for too long, the time was missed, so An Ran saw it the moment she came. The unjust death of the mountain ghost.

That is to say, this staggered few hours allowed this group of cultivators to live at ease for many years.

After all, these things had something to do with the original owner, so she prayed for the mountain ghost to do it all over again.

(End of this chapter)