Heavenly Master, I have a different world.

Chapter 84 End
"Ugh..."

The wind swept through.

In front of the gate of Mercy Temple, the vegetation and fallen leaves trembled slightly, and a phantom quietly floated into the scene.

"ghost!"

"Damn!"

The faces of the monks changed drastically. They retreated hurriedly at first, and then bravely clenched the sticks in their hands, but they didn't dare to approach.

Yuan Xing raised her head and looked at Sun Die who was holding the fetus behind her, her body couldn't help but tremble:
"Sun...Miss Sun."

Sun Die raised her hand to set up her Zen stick, and also looked down, her beautiful eyes were full of tears at some point.

"Stupid monk."

She shook her head slightly:
"I killed you."

"No!" Yuanxing shook his head:
"It was Ms. Sun who perfected my roundness and let me understand what love is and what is a Buddha. Without Ms. Sun, I wouldn't have the roundness I have today."

"Heh..." Sun Die raised his head and looked up at the sky:

"What a stupid monk, I'm with you just to have a child, maybe... I'm also coveting the love between men and women."

"But I never had any real feelings."

"Why do you have to?"

As long as this stupid monk admits his mistake, Master Wu Yuan will let him go, but this monk's stupid stubbornness makes people feel distressed.

"Yuan Xing loves Ms. Sun, but I don't want Ms. Sun to fall in love with Yuan Xing. How can you force her to love you or not." Yuan Xing clasped her hands together:
"Miss Sun, you have no regrets."

?

Fangzheng pursed his lips.

This is really affectionate dog licking, and the object of licking is not a human being.

"Stupid monk..." Sun Die shook his head:
"What a stupid monk."

The 'lover' whom I was in love with killed him personally, this monk who only had sex for a few nights, was able to have no complaints or regrets.

Three days to come.

She clings to Yuanxing, listens to him recite the scriptures of passing away, and sees him kowtowing his head and praying sincerely every step of the way, until he dies with no regrets, thinking about it, his mind is at a loss.

"Monk."

She looked down and said in a leisurely voice:

"You're going to die."

"Yes." Yuan Xing grinned, the blood and dirt on his face turned pale in front of those bright eyes:
"Being able to see Ms. Sun before she died, Yuan Xing died without regret."

"If there is an afterlife, I would like to serve the Buddha and pray for Ms. Sun day and night. I hope Ms. Sun can put down the resentment in her heart and be reborn in bliss."

"Amitabha."

He clasped his hands together, and slowly knelt down toward Sun Die as if kneeling to Buddha, and the precarious breath fell from his body.

he died.

"Monk..."

Sun Die's eyes flickered, and she looked down at the fetus in her arms, tears streaming down:

"Kid, kid."

"My son is innocent..."

"I hope... there will be no afterlife!"

A ball of bright light suddenly appeared in the field, Fangzheng raised his head to cover his eyes, only to feel a warmth sweeping over, and then saw that Sun Die had disappeared from the field.

"Look!"

Some people drink low:

"Look at the roundness!"

Fang Zheng heard the reputation and looked over.

However, a cloud of spiritual light quietly emerged from Yuan Xing, who was already out of breath, nourishing the injured body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

in a blink.

The worn flesh on his legs and hands has recovered.

The body, which was already dead, was like a sprout blooming in early spring, bursting with vitality.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The heart began to beat, and the breathing appeared, gradually becoming stable.

come back to life?
There are such things in the world?

"Amitabha!" Master Wu Yuan clasped his hands together.

"Infinite longevity." Zhang Mingrui saluted with one hand.

"Uh..." Fangzheng looked bewildered:
"what happened?"

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"Ghosts are the product of the combination of human soul and resentment. They are bloodthirsty, cruel, and crazy...but there are good and bad people, and the same is true for ghosts."

Zhang Mingrui said:

"Some ghosts, because of their special obsessions, can even bring good luck to people."

"certainly,"

"They are usually not called ghosts, they can be called 'spirits'. There are very few such existences, and once the spirituality in the body is consumed, they will disappear."

"So..." Fangzheng asked:
"Miss Sun has changed from a ghost to a 'spirit'?"

"You can say that." Zhang Mingrui nodded:

"Miss Sun attached herself to Yuanxing, listening to her reciting the mantra of passing away, and seeing her praying for her at the expense of self-mutilation, her heart was moved, and the resentment on her body gradually dissipated."

"Finally, when he disappeared, he put his spirituality into Yuanxing's body, and brought him back from the dead."

"It's not just resurrection from death." Fangzheng shook his head:
"Yuanxing can be said to have reached the sky in one step, directly becoming a three-blood martial artist, and with a deep internal background, I am afraid it can go further."

Didn't it mean licking the dog, licking the dog, and nothing left after licking it?

Why is it different when you come to the monk?

Is it special to be bald?
"Ah."

After thinking about it, Fangzheng asked:

"So, this was planned by Master Wu Yuan from the beginning? He didn't give up roundness from the beginning? Is the questioning an act?"

"It shouldn't be a plan." Zhang Mingrui said:
"At that time, Ms. Sun transformed into a ghost possessing Yuanxing, and there was really no good way to solve it. Killing the ghost would also kill Yuanxing."

"It's better to let Miss Sun understand Yuanxing's intentions."

"And you saw it too."

"Yes!" Fangzheng sighed softly:
"Circularity is infatuation."

Obviously the other party didn't love him at all, and used him as a tool for borrowing money, and even nearly killed him, but he still had no complaints or regrets.

The ultimate dog licking is nothing more than that.

"Why did the priest come here?"

"I'm afraid that if Master Wu Yuan is soft-hearted and can't bear to kill the ghost, he will naturally have to take action at that time."

"Can you beat her?"

"With the Sword of Falling Magic, there should be no problem with self-protection." Zhang Mingrui's expression froze:
"Besides, is it possible to not come because you are afraid of subjugating demons and eliminating demons? But Master Wu Yuan's methods are indeed much better than those of Pindao. Using a compassionate heart to influence ghosts can be said to serve multiple purposes."

"admire!"

Fangzheng cupped his hands, patted his sleeves, got up and walked towards the main hall.

Master Wu Yuan sat in the middle, and Yuan Xing, who had changed into a white monk's robe, knelt in front of the Buddha.

He was originally handsome, but now after going down the mountain to practice, the childishness on his body disappeared, and there was a bit of compassion on his face.

"Boom!"

Master Wu Yuan taps the wooden fish:

"Yuanxing, can you wake up?"

"Master." Yuan Xing kowtowed:
"The disciple has already awakened."

"Good." Master Wu Yuan nodded and asked:

"Buddha and Miss Sun, which one is more important."

"The Buddha is Miss Sun." Yuan Xing replied:
"My disciple loves my Buddha with the heart that loves Miss Sun."

"Good!" Master Wu Yuan nodded again, and said in his mouth:

"Everything is impermanent."

Roundness clasped his palms together, and said:
"All dharmas have no self!"

"Boom!"

The sound of wooden fish sounded.

"Nirvana is silent!"

For a while, Fangzheng couldn't tell whether the last sentence was said by Master Wu Yuan, Yuan Xing, or both of them in unison. He could only hear the sound of the Buddha's chanting echoing in his ears for a long time.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Mingrui spoke.

On the way down the mountain, Fangzheng asked the doubts in his heart:
"Did Yuan Xing let Miss Sun go?"

"Why let go?" Zhang Mingrui chuckled lightly:

"Miss Sun created the current roundness, and he will always have Miss Sun in his life. This will not change no matter what."

"Roundness becoming better by itself is the greatest letting go and the greatest compassion."

"Only by being persistent in love can one be persistent in Buddha." He looked back towards the direction of the monastery and sighed:
"Master Wu Yuan is right, roundness and wisdom are deeply rooted."

Fangzheng shook his head.

He still doesn't quite get it.

…………

"I still love Ms. Sun. Today's Ms. Sun is everything I love, compassion, my Buddha, sentient beings..."

"Everything in the world can be seen in Miss Sun's shadow. As the master said, one needs to walk in the world to practice."

"In this way, we can understand what a Buddha is."

"What is letting go?"

"Amitabha."

In the study room of the monastery, Yuan Xing put down the pen and paper, clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, and a radiant Buddha's light quietly emerged from his body.

"Amitabha." Master Wu Yuan, who was meditating, seemed to have noticed something, opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the study, with a smile on his face:

"There is another arhat in Ci'en Temple."

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"Master Fang."

The sixth grandpa of the Sun family stroked his beard lightly, and said:
"This house has four entrances and two side courtyards. It covers an area of ​​several acres. It only sells for a mere 600 taels, which is really not expensive."

"Ah."

Regarding the price, Fangzheng was noncommittal and asked:
"As far as I know, this house is owned by the eldest son of the Sun family. Although Ms. Sun and his wife have passed away, it shouldn't be the old man who has the final say, right?"

The location where the two of them are now is surprisingly the residence of Sun Die and Yu Yanghong.

After the two died, the house was abandoned, and the Sun family was planning to sell it, so he was the first to be invited here as an acquaintance.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fang."

The sixth grandfather of the Sun family hurriedly said:
"This matter was discussed and decided by all members of my Sun's family. No one has any objections. Even the house deed can be justified in the yamen."

"As long as you buy it, there will be no trouble!"

For this house, the Sun family had many quarrels during this time.

The big house has no heirs, and the other houses want to occupy it, but people can't get the money out. If several families occupy it together, you can imagine how noisy it will be in the future.

After discussing for a long time, it was finally decided to sell it, and then divide the money from the sale, so that no one has any objections.

but……

It is not easy to sell.

"You have died here."

Fangzheng said:
"Although Ms. Sun and I are acquainted, everyone knows that Ms. Sun stole someone and became pregnant. In addition, she also died. Rich people will be taboo."

"600 taels, it's expensive!"

"This..." The Sixth Grandfather of the Sun family froze, and hurriedly said:
"That's why we set the price at 600 taels. Otherwise, it would be more than 600 taels. I'm afraid it can be sold easily at 800 taels."

"Mr. Fang doesn't know that this house was built by our Sun family with a lot of effort, and the wood used is all good wood."

"There are also tables, chairs, benches, calligraphy and paintings here, all of which are from the hands of famous masters and are of great value."

He spoke hurriedly and introduced:

"Just take out the things inside and sell them loosely, and you can sell them for more than one or two hundred taels of silver."

"Really?" Fangzheng stepped into the house, his expression darkened immediately:
"Is this what you said was expensive?"

The Sixth Grandpa of the Sun family entered the house and glanced at the empty room, not to mention the tables, chairs and benches, even the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls were searched clean, and there was a rough room in sight.

"Who did it?"

He couldn't help hissing and roaring, trembling with anger:
"Who the hell did it!"

Although he was angry on the face, he was very clear in his heart.

Those who can enter the house during this period must be members of the Sun family, and I am afraid that his own sixth-family brother is indispensable.

"Heh..." Fangzheng said softly:
"Ten taels?"

He shook his head slightly:
"A not-so-prosperous place, a deserted house that has been ransacked, where there have been fatalities and scandals. Want to sell it for 600 taels?"

"dream!"

"Farewell!"

With that said, he turned and left.

"Mr. Fang." The Sixth Master's complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly chased after him:
"Price is negotiable!"

"I remember that the place where you live now is also the property of the Sun family. If you buy this place, it can be given to you as a gift."

"500 taels." He stretched out his five hands and said:

"How about 500 taels?"

"It really can't be any cheaper. No matter how cheap it is, it's still not as high as when I bought it back then. How about 500 taels and 480 taels?"

"This time it really can't be less!"

"480 taels?" Fangzheng paused:
"There will be no other trouble?"

"No." Seeing him stop, the Sixth Master nodded hastily:
"There will be absolutely no other trouble."

"Free where I live now?"

"free!"

"Hmm." Fangzheng asked thoughtfully:

"Can you complete the process within three days?"

"Three days?" The Sixth Grandpa showed hesitation, but the yamen side is not a big problem, it can be settled in a day with some money.

However, how to divide the houses of the Sun family has not yet been negotiated, and three days is a bit short.

"No?" Fangzheng shook his head:
"let it go."

"Okay!" The Sixth Master said anxiously:

"Definitely no problem!"

Take the money first, as for how to distribute it later, the main thing now is to sell this unlucky mansion as soon as possible.

"Then 480 taels."

Fangzheng nodded:

"I can only pay 200 taels now, and I will pay the rest after a while."

He is not even willing to directly pay for the Wang family's Lei Zouhong porcelain formula, for fear of causing trouble, and it is even more impossible to pay for it now.

"what?"

The Sixth Master's complexion changed again.

"Don't worry." Fangzheng said:
"Two months at the earliest, half a year at the slowest, I will definitely give you the rest of the money, you can make a written statement, and I will pay the interest."

"This..." Sixth Master thought for a while and replied:

"I need to discuss it with other people. Mr. Fang also knows that this house belongs to the Sun family, and the old man has nothing to say."

"En." Fangzheng had nothing to say:

"That party is waiting for your news."

Did not make him wait long.

The next day, the sixth grandpa of the Sun family came to visit and even brought the deed directly, so he could go to the Yamen for a notarization on the same day.

Such a swiftness made Fangzheng a little hesitant.

Will not have any problems?

Facts have proved that there is nothing wrong with the house. The Sun family just wants to get the money as soon as possible. After all, there are not many people in Gu'an County who can give out so much money.

Other wealthy people have no interest at all in the Sun family mansion where people have died and had scandals.

With Yinliang opening the way, the process went very quickly. Three days later, Fangzheng became the owner of the mansion, and moved here openly.

"Put things over there!"

"Correct!"

"Put this in that room."

Wu Hai beckoned people to carry things, and when they were ready to be cleaned up, he clapped his hands and walked over:

"Boss, this yard is really good as long as you don't want to avoid those bad things, but you have a little less stuff, and the two houses are too small, and the popularity is not enough."

In such a large yard, Fangzheng is alone.

"Yes!"

Scanning the surroundings, the courtyard is wide, but silent, which inevitably makes people feel desolate.

"Master." Wu Hai whispered:

"Have you considered finding a mistress for this yard?"

Fangzheng's heart skipped a beat.

His parents passed away when he was young. Although he was accompanied by his uncle, he could only be regarded as a partner. He actually attached great importance to his relationship and his significant other.

Dapeng knows this best.

According to Dapeng, Fangzheng lacks love.

That's why he was tricked into falling in love by that woman in high school, and he couldn't get better for a few years, and later got entangled with Guo Erqiu.

"Wu Hai."

Touching his chin, Fangzheng asked:

"What do you think of the young master of Pan Snake Martial Arts?"

Du Qiaoyun has a good appearance and a good figure. The key is that he has a good personality, and he gets along very well with him. The two even had the experience of living and dying together.

Maybe,

You can try to talk.

"Miss Du." Wu Hai nodded:
"Great."

"Speaking of which, I prepared a gift for Miss Du." Fang smiled:
"I'll see her later."

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"Miss Du!"

"Master Fang!"

The two met at the gate of the martial arts hall and said in unison:
"I have something to say!"

"You speak first."

"You speak first."

Du Qiaoyun pursed her lips and chuckled lightly:
"Mr. Fang, we really have a tacit understanding."

"Yes." Fang Zheng nodded and said with a smile:

"Ms. Du, you should talk first."

"En." Du Qiaoyun nodded, a blush appeared on her face, and her expression became a little awkward, she lowered her head and said in a low voice:
"Senior Brother Three is back, and Dad intends to get us engaged in the next few days."

"..." Fang's smile froze on the front, and his face was numb.

"Master Fang?"

"Oh!" Fang Zheng returned to his senses, and handed over the package in his hand with a blank expression:

"Miss Du has helped me a lot during this time, and Fang has nothing to repay. I think the quality of the soft sword in your hand is not high, so I asked someone to make a special one."

Inside the package is a sword case.

"Crack..."

Opening the sword box, a cold light appeared on the spot.

"This..." Du Qiaoyun picked up the soft sword, and she knew the value of the sword with just a slight shake, and shook her head involuntarily:
"Master Fang, this is too precious!"

This sword has a simple and elegant shape, its blade is extremely sharp, and its flexibility is amazing.

Selling for a hundred taels of silver is not a problem.

Even more than that!

"It's ok."

Fangzheng shook his head:

"Without Ms. Du, whether Fang can live to this day is still a question. Isn't Fang's life worth this sword?"

"So be it!"

While speaking, without waiting for the other party to refuse, he stuffed the things into Du Qiaoyun's arms, turned and left.

Back to the yard.

Fang Zheng stared at the sky speechlessly.

I just feel hopeless.

a long time.

He took out his erhu from the house, sat on the wooden bench under the tree in the courtyard, and gently plucked the strings.

Sorrowful, desolate, and thready, like misty clouds and mists that are elusive, like an uncertain breeze that disappears without a trace, a low, hoarse, tear-jerking voice sounded.

Wu Hai poked the probe from the front yard, then retracted it with a strange expression on his face.

"Didn't the boss say he was looking for Ms. Du from Pan Snake Martial Arts?"

"Why did you come back like this?"

"Um……"

"Is it possible that you fell in love again?"

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