The man is a monk in the inside, and he starts by giving his wife a crown.

She is the master's packhorse, what do these dead people have to do with her?

In her world, the only person left was the monk behind her who dominated everything.

Xiu Yuan paused, just a barely noticeable pause.

He glanced down at the scattered photo frames and photos on the ground, and an almost invisible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The things that are in the way fall down by themselves, which saves trouble.

Chapter 64: Chengjiang: Master, please grant my daughter Ganlu!

In the mourning hall, candlelight flickers

Mitsuko and Mrs. Sumie only felt a warm and pure air current flowing through their limbs, dispelling the fear and fatigue of the past few days and nourishing their dry bodies and minds.

Mitsuko felt her body was much lighter, and the mental pressure seemed to be relieved a lot. However, when she thought about what happened just now, her ears still felt hot unconsciously.

Mrs. Chengjiang's feelings were more complicated.

The power contained in the nectar not only restored her energy, but also brought about a strange feeling.

This also made her become more and more dependent on Ganlu.

Then, she helped Xiuyuan sit up, naturally picked up the cassock beside her, and carefully put it on him.

Seeing this, Mitsuko hurried forward to help tidy up.

Xiu Yuan let the two of them do what they wanted with a calm expression.

At this moment, Mrs. Chengjiang paused slightly.

As a mid-level succubus, her perception is far beyond that of ordinary people.

She clearly felt that not far from the door of the mourning hall, there was a familiar breath quietly peeping at her!

It’s Xun.

She must have been standing there for a while. How much did she see?

A special feeling suddenly arose in Madam Chengjiang's heart.

But this feeling did not last long. Instead, it strangely transformed into a more secretive feeling.

What is she? She is the master's pack horse.

Isn't it natural for a packhorse to serve its master?

What's more, the master is not an ordinary person, but a Buddha who can slay demons and monsters and has great magical powers.

Being able to serve the Buddha is a blessing she has cultivated over several lifetimes and is the supreme honor! What are those mundane etiquette and shame in front of the master?

Thinking of this, the discomfort in Mrs. Chengjiang's heart was quickly replaced by a twisted sense of pride.

She even felt that Xun's ability to see this scene might be an opportunity for enlightenment.

She straightened her back and looked at Xiu Yuan with more piety and obedience.

She bowed her head respectfully to Xiu Yuan and said, "Master, please allow me to go and come back soon."

Xiuyuan didn't even raise his eyelids, but just made a soft "hmm" sound from his nose as a response.

Madam Chengjiang stood up slowly, walked to the door of the mourning hall, and gently opened it.

Outside the door, Gao Liuxun was indeed standing there, his face pale and his eyes evasive, like a frightened deer.

Seeing her mother coming out, she became even more flustered. She subconsciously took a step back, her fingers nervously twisting the corners of her clothes.

Although her three views had just been distorted, she still felt a little subconsciously afraid.

"Xun," Mrs. Chengjiang's voice was calm, even with a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

"Don't be afraid, come in."

"Mom, me."

Xun'er was incoherent. She did see

"Come in."

Mrs. Chengjiang grabbed her daughter's wrist without question, her palm warm and strong.

"You should also receive a share of the Master's grace. You cannot bear the sins of the Gao Liu family."

Her tone was firm, as if she was stating an irrefutable fact.

Xun was almost half dragged into the mourning hall and brought to Xiuyuan.

The candlelight flickered in the mourning hall, illuminating Xiuyuan's calm face, as well as Mitsuko, who stood beside him with her head bowed, her cheeks still flushed.

Xun'er didn't dare to look up. She felt an invisible pressure enveloping her, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Madam Chengjiang brought Xun'er to Xiuyuan, gently pressed her daughter's shoulders, and made her kneel down.

Xun'er's knees went weak and she knelt on the cold ground, facing Xiuyuan and directly facing the Vajra!

She could feel the calm yet all-seeing gaze falling on her head.

"Master." Madam Chengjiang also knelt down, her voice pious and earnest.

"My little daughter, Xunzi, just now accidentally glimpsed the master's divine power and believes that she has a connection with the Buddha. I beg the master to be merciful and grant her nectar to cleanse her dust and guide her out of confusion."

She raised her head, her eyes full of expectation and trust.

"I wish she could serve under the Master and share in His grace."

In Mrs. Chengjiang's eyes, she did all this for Xun's own good.

Living in this world where demons are rampant, it is a great fortune to be able to worship the Buddha Xiuyuan.

Xun'er's heart was beating wildly. Her mother's words made her shocked and scared, and there was also a trace of inexplicable confusion.

honeydew?

Like just now?

She couldn't help but raise her head and looked at Xiuyuan timidly, feeling a little bit of anticipation in her heart. This way she could be like her mother!

Xiuyuan finally opened his eyes and his gaze fell on Xun'er's young face.

He looked at the girl's slightly trembling eyelashes, at the expectation in her eyes that had not yet faded, and the corners of his mouth seemed to curl up slightly, but he quickly returned to his look of compassion.

He stretched out his hand and gently placed his large palm on Xun'er's head.

The palm was warm and dry, carrying a reassuring yet inexplicably frightening power.

"can."

Xiu Yuan only said one word, his voice was flat, but it carried unquestionable majesty.

Lady Chengjiang is his packhorse, and he can sense Lady Chengjiang's thoughts through the mark of the Acalanatha's image on her back.

Introducing Xun to Xiuyuan and sharing the Buddha's grace has become a kind of honor and a shortcut to escape from the worldly suffering in her distorted cognition.

This thought was clearly conveyed to Xiuyuan's perception.

I have to say that the Tantric method of salvation is indeed quite something.

Then Xiuyuan lowered his eyes and looked at Xun in front of him.

She knelt in a stiff posture, trying hard to raise her little face.

The movements seemed clumsy and immature.

This look is much more pleasing to the eye than her stepbrother who was trampled into a pulp.

Xiuyuan's palm was still covering the top of Xun's head, and the touch was warm.

He could feel the chaotic thoughts in the little head under his palm - fear, confusion, obedience to the mother's instructions, and a hint of suppressed curiosity.

He was already very familiar with handling such small situations.

Xiu Yuan separated a strand of his mind and sank into the system interface.

The merits he has gained now are enough for him to realize something new.

The merits that have just been recorded lie quietly in the corner. The numbers are not amazing, but they are better than nothing.

His eyes quickly scanned the dazzling array of system malls.

Chapter 65: Swallow it, this is the master’s nectar!

As soon as Xiu Yuan thought about it, his merit points were consumed instantly. In the system mall, the complete essence of "The Visualization Method of Acala" and the profound inheritance of "The Kalachakra Tantra" rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness like two mighty torrents of information.

In an instant, countless mysterious runes, solemn Dharma images, and images of the birth and death of the universe unfolded, evolved, and merged in his mind.

The wrath and compassion of Acala, the supreme power of Kalachakra to control the flow of time, and all kinds of profound Dharma principles are no longer words on paper, but have turned into the most profound understanding, imprinted deep into the soul.

His mind was completely immersed in this vast inheritance, comprehending the essence and mystery of Tantric Buddhism, and the aura around him became even more profound and unfathomable.

Gao Liuxun was still kneeling in front of him.

She followed Madam Chengjiang's previous instructions and diligently performed some ritualistic movements, with beads of sweat oozing from her forehead.

Although his movements were a bit awkward and clumsy, they were filled with unquestionable determination.

Beside her, Madam Chengjiang stared at her daughter closely, her eyes filled with a kind of almost fanatical anticipation.

Finally, Xiuyuan slowly opened his eyes, and it seemed as if the sun, moon and stars were moving in his eyes, and then they returned to the calmness of an ancient well.

After accepting the inheritance, an unprecedented sense of harmony and understanding filled my body and mind, as if I could mobilize the power of heaven and earth with just a gesture.

This is a kind of freedom and transcendence that comes after realizing the great bliss of Tantra.

Then Xiuyuan opened his eyes and gave the nectar to Xun.

Xun completed the task assigned by his mother.

She raised her head and looked at Madam Chengjiang, as if seeking confirmation.

"Drink it, Xun."

Madam Chengjiang's voice sounded, with an unquestionable gentleness.

"This is the Buddha's fate bestowed upon you by the Master. It is an unparalleled blessing and should not be wasted."

Her tone was filled with envy, which was divine nectar.

Xun was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something, or perhaps just out of absolute obedience to her mother, she closed her eyes, rolled her throat gently, and swallowed what was in her mouth.

The torrent of Dharma principles in the sea of ​​consciousness slowly subsided, and the majesty of Acala and the mystery of Kalachakra had been integrated into the bone marrow.

He felt as if he had established a connection with some larger existence. Every move he made was filled with immense power, and his state of mind had gained a sense of perspective and harmony.

He opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the slightly trembling girl in front of him. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Xun's smooth cheek with his fingertips, his movements were gentle and almost pitying.

"well-done."

His voice was not loud, but it reached Xun's ears clearly.

Receiving recognition, a glimmer of light flashed in Xun's eyes, like a lost little animal being comforted by its master. The original tension and shame seemed to have faded a little, leaving only an inexplicable sense of compliance that made her flustered.

She didn't even dare to look into Xiuyuan's eyes, but just buried her head lower.

Seeing this, Madam Chengjiang raised the corners of her mouth slightly and gave Xiuyuan a look full of admiration.

"Okay, get up."

Xiuyuan withdrew his hand and gave instructions in a calm tone.

Chengjiang immediately stepped forward and helped his daughter up.

Xun's legs were a little numb from kneeling for a long time. She staggered and was firmly held by her mother.

Xiuyuan turned around and glanced at the broken portraits.

"Things are over here."

Xiuyuan no longer paid attention to these trivial matters and led Chengjiang and Xun out of the mourning hall.

Mitsuko followed subconsciously.

As for the broken portraits in the mourning hall, they will be dealt with when the staff arrive tomorrow.

As the night deepened, when Xiuyuan brought Chengjiang, Mitsuko and the obviously exhausted Xun back to the villa, they were greeted by warm lights and a quiet atmosphere that was completely different from the previous Takayanagi residence.