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

After a moment, Xiu Yuan withdrew his hand, looked at Hua Daizi, who was expectant yet anxious, and nodded:

"She can. She has good roots and a calm mind. With guidance, she can become a consort."

"Great!"

When Hua Daizi heard this, her tense nerves suddenly relaxed and she could no longer control her tears.

She covered her mouth and cried with joy, but she didn't know how many of these tears were out of joy that her daughter had found support, and how many were out of confusion and worry about the future.

"elder sister!"

When Ai Li heard the result, a look of surprise instantly appeared on her face.

She forgot her embarrassment and shame, and also forgot how incredibly strong she was now. She excitedly wanted to rush over and hug Marina.

"That's great, sister! From now on we can be together..."

As soon as she took a step, the floor beneath her feet made a slight groan. She quickly restrained her strength and moved cautiously. She stretched out her hand to pull Marina, but was afraid that she would not be able to control her strength and hurt her, so she could only wave her hand in the air, which looked a little funny.

Marina was completely stunned. She looked at her mother who was crying with joy, then at her extremely excited sister, and finally at the young monk who decided her fate. Her heart was in turmoil.

Gao Liu Xun looked at the scene of the mother and daughter hugging each other and the deep sisterly love in front of her, and then thought about how she had just been decisively judged as "not destined", and the grievance and loss in her heart almost overwhelmed her.

She lowered her head, and finally couldn't hold back her tears and fell to the floor.

At this moment, a hand gently placed on her head with a gentle touch. Gao Liuxun raised her head in surprise and met Xiuyuan's calm and deep eyes.

"Not being able to be with Ming Fei is not the end."

Xiuyuan's voice was still calm, but it carried a soothing power.

"Buddhism is vast and can save all living beings. If you worship with piety, you will be blessed by the Buddha's light."

After saying this, he withdrew his hand, as if he was just casually comforting a lost little believer.

Gao Liuxun looked at him in a daze. The gentle touch and words just now were like a ray of light shining into her dark heart.

Although she failed to become the Ming Consort, the master did not completely ignore her... The sense of loss in her heart seemed to be replaced by another subtle emotion.

She sniffed hard, and a faint but persistent light rekindled in her eyes as she looked at Xiu Yuan.

Perhaps... by offering sincere worship, one can get closer to the master?

Chapter 96: The truth of the world, Yumiko obsessed with desire!

Xiu Yuan's gaze lingered on Marina's face for a moment, and seeing the resistance and confusion between her brows, he did not put pressure on her, but simply said:

"This matter concerns you personally. Think it over carefully before answering me. I don't force anyone."

"Sister! Please agree to it!"

Ellie stamped her feet anxiously, and the floor beneath her feet seemed to make a slight sound as if it could not bear the weight.

She quickly restrained her strength, but couldn't help but grab Marina's arm with both hands and shook it hard.

"Just think about it! From now on, we can practice together with Brother Xiuyuan! How wonderful! Look at me, I am now..."

She wanted to say that she had become stronger, but she felt embarrassed and her cheeks turned red again. She could only keep urging him.

"Promise it now, sister!"

Marina was dizzy from being shaken by her sister. She looked at her mother's expectant yet guilty eyes, then at the young monk in front of her who had decided her fate but said he wouldn't force her. She was in turmoil.

Xiuyuan raised his hand to signal Ai Li to be quiet:

"Give her a few days to think about it."

Ellie pouted and reluctantly let go of her hand, but her eyes were still fixed on her sister, full of expectation.

Seeing the atmosphere once again reaching a stalemate, Gao Liu Chengjiang, who was standing by, quickly seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and put on a warm smile again.

"Sir, regarding the temple matters you instructed me to do, I've already contacted the best construction team in the industry. Most of the land formalities have been completed, but there are still a few families...who are a bit stubborn. But don't worry, I will deal with them as soon as possible."

She carefully observed Xiu Yuan's expression and continued.

"Should we choose an auspicious day and start construction?"

Xiu Yuan didn't seem to care about those stubborn families. After a moment's hesitation, he casually mentioned a date:

"On the third day of next month, it is a good time to start construction."

"Yes, yes, I've got it in mind, sir!" Madam Chengjiang responded hastily, overjoyed as if she had received an imperial decree.

She felt that she had done a great thing for the adults again. Although her daughter was not selected, as long as she continued to work hard, she would always be favored by the adults.

Hua Daizi looked at Madam Chengjiang's attentiveness, then looked at his two daughters, one of whom had already become a concubine and the other was still hesitating, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

She took Marina's hand and patted it gently without saying anything else, but the complex emotions in her eyes became more intense.

After breakfast, Xiu Yuan ignored the women with different thoughts in the restaurant and left the space to Qiuyue's family.

Ai Li needs to adapt to the surge in power, Kayoko needs to digest the fact that her daughter has become a consort, and Marina needs time to consider her own choice.

He then headed to the Amemiya family. According to their previous agreement, today they were to hold a memorial service for the deceased husband of Amemiya Misako and her nominal stepson, Amemiya Kazuhiko.

The Amemiya family's villa was much quieter than a few days ago, and the air was filled with the faint scent of incense.

The living room has been redone.

In the center, a small mourning hall was temporarily arranged in accordance with traditional regulations.

A black silk cloth hung down, with a photo of Mr. Amemiya hanging neatly on it. The man in the photo had a gentle smile on his face.

There were incense burners and fresh white chrysanthemums placed in front of the mourning hall, with incense and candles burning and blue smoke curling up.

It is worth noting that there was only a tablet and photo of Yosuke Amemiya in the mourning hall. The stepson Kazuhiko Amemiya, who destroyed the family, did not even leave his name.

Obviously, deep down in her heart, Misako did not regard that beast-like creature as a family member, let alone set up a memorial tablet for him to pray for his reincarnation.

As soon as Xiuyuan arrived at the door, Amemiya Misako and her sister Etsumiko immediately came out to greet him.

Misako was wearing a plain black kimono, the formal attire of a widow.

After not seeing her for a few days, the gloom between her brows had dissipated a lot. Although her expression was still sad, there was a bit more calmness and stability in her eyes.

Seeing Xiuyuan, she bowed deeply and said softly:

"Master, thank you for the trouble."

Amemiko Amemiya next to her also saluted. She was also wearing dark clothes today, but the style showed off her figure better. Her eyes were unconcealedly wandering around Xiuyuan, and the burning gaze was incompatible with this solemn occasion.

Xiuyuan nodded slightly, not caring about Yuemiko's little thoughts, and walked straight into the mourning hall.

Some relatives, friends and guests who received the news and came to pay their respects have already arrived and are sitting quietly on both sides.

When they saw Xiuyuan coming in, everyone stood up and saluted with their hands clasped together, looking respectful.

This young monk has an indescribable aura that makes people feel awe.

The ritual began in an orderly manner.

Xiuyuan changed into formal robes, sat cross-legged in front of the mourning hall, and took out his magical instruments.

He did not start immediately, but closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing for a moment. His whole body breath settled down, as if blending into the silence around him.

Then, the low and rhythmic sound of chanting was heard.

The sound was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears extremely clearly, as if it had a strange magic that soothed the restlessness and sadness in people's hearts.

Misako knelt on the cushion, her hands clasped together, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, tears silently sliding down her face, but her expression was unprecedentedly peaceful, as if her husband's soul had truly found rest in the Buddhist music.

The guests who came to pay their respects also bowed their heads and listened.

Only Amemiko Amamiya was also kneeling there with a standard posture, but her eyes never left Xiuyuan.

She looked at his focused and solemn profile, at his lips moving slightly as he recited scriptures, at his tall and straight figure under the moon-white monk robe, and her heart beat uncontrollably faster.

She didn't hear a word of the scripture.

The more she looked at his sacred and inviolable appearance, the stronger her desire to desecrate and possess him became.

She even began to imagine what it would be like if, in front of this solemn and dignified mourning hall, under the gaze of her late husband's tablet, she were to be worshipped by such a holy monk...

Just thinking about it made Yumiko feel a little hot. She unconsciously adjusted her kneeling position, trying to cover up her body's strange reaction.

She secretly glanced at her sister Misako, and saw that she was completely immersed in the complex emotions of sadness and relief, and didn't notice her at all. She felt a little relieved and continued to use her bold and explicit gaze to greedily describe every detail of Xiuyuan.

Xiuyuan seemed unaware of all this, the chanting continued steady and peaceful, and the Buddha's light enveloped the entire mourning hall as if it were tangible, dispelling the haze, liberating the souls of the dead, and soothing the hearts of the living.

In a corner invisible to everyone, strands of black resentment are silently surging.

That was the remaining obsession of Amemiya Yosuke, unwilling to dissipate, and the lamp lingered here.

It was twisted into a vague human shape, with a painful and hideous expression, roaring silently, accusing fate of being unfair.

However, in Xiuyuan's eyes, this is nothing more than a negative collection of polluted energy.

As the syllables of the scriptures echoed in the mourning hall, a faint golden halo began to emanate from Xiuyuan's body.

The light was warm and soft, dispelling the cold atmosphere in the mourning hall and illuminating the presence of resentment.

It was like the scorching sun burning ice and snow. Wherever the golden light passed, the black resentment let out painful wails and struggled to escape, but like snow under the sun, it was quickly melted by the Buddha's light.

It is not a fierce confrontation, but an absolute, crushing purification.

The power of the Dharma image of Acala is inherently strong and masculine, and can restrain all evil and filth.

This mere mortal resentful soul is so fragile that it can withstand no attack in the face of the true power of Buddha.

The black fog became thinner little by little like water vapor evaporated by the sunlight, and the screams gradually became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely, as if they had never existed.

The system prompt sounded in Xiuyuan’s mind: [Relieve the resentful soul, merit +1].

Xiu Yuan was not at all shaken by the fact that he gained merit so easily, and even felt that it was natural.

It is the duty of Buddhist disciples to liberate the souls of the dead, not to mention that for him, it is just a piece of cake.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, an imperceptible arc. It wasn't so much a smile as it was a calmness after completing a mission...

The soul is annihilated and the consciousness returns to the abyss.

All evidence that Amemiya Yosuke ever existed has completely disappeared from this world.

But in the dark, a trace of pure true spirit was separated from the dissipated resentment. It was the mark that constituted the most original source of life. It would break free from all constraints, return to the cycle of the world, and wait for the next reincarnation.

Xiu Yuan watched as the last trace of pure true spirit belonging to Amemiya Yosuke dissipated and returned to the basic energy that constituted this world.

This is not reincarnation in the traditional sense, but more like a complete decomposition and recycling.

Ever since he crossed over, Xiu Yuan had already seen through the anomalies of this world through his Dharma Eye observation and perception of the energy flow in this world.

There is no stable, clearly defined system of reincarnation with six realms of existence here.

Death is not a release or the beginning of a new life, but more like the end of a chaos.

For those souls who had deep obsessions during their lifetime, especially those who were burdened with strong "sins" such as resentment, unwillingness, greed, etc., their consciousness energy is difficult to dissipate naturally after the death of their physical body.

They are like dirty sediment, trapped in this world by their own emotional shackles, unable to leave.

These remaining consciousnesses are the so-called "vengeful spirits".

They linger, bound to specific places or people by their obsessions in life, and become a source of negative energy that erodes the present world.

At the mildest, it will affect the fortunes of the living, causing them to become sick and encounter misfortunes; at the worst, it will condense into shape and turn into substantial ghosts, directly interfering with the material world and creating disasters.

What Xiuyuan saw when he first opened his Dharma eyes was the turbid aura lingering in the corners of the city or attached to certain people, which was the proof of the existence of these resentful spirits.

The whole world seems like a huge, neglected garbage dump, piled with countless rotten soul residues and emitting an unpleasant spiritual stench.

This was what he first perceived as the root of the "filthiness" of this world.

What’s more troublesome is that there is a “demon world” in this world.

Its impact is everywhere.

From the bloodline modification of the Takayanagi family to the mind-distorting drugs in Akizuki Takashi's laboratory, the shadow of the power of the demonic world can be vaguely seen.

The demon world does not seem to be a completely isolated dimension, but rather a shadow plane that is close to the real world, constantly infiltrating its corrosive power into this side.

It feeds on humanity's negative emotions, corrupt desires, and the energy emitted by resentful souls, and in turn seduces living beings, amplifying their dark side and accelerating the decline of the entire world.

4.6 The existence of resentful souls undoubtedly provides a convenient springboard and nourishment for the invasion of the demon world, forming a vicious cycle.

There is no reincarnation mechanism to purify the undead, and the demon world is watching covetously and adding fuel to the fire.

The spiritual environment of this world is inexorably heading towards decline and collapse.