The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 894
Everyone was frightened when they heard this. They didn't dare to express their anger or blink their eyes. They all focused on the old monk.

"When I touch the bones of this girl, she's eight years old. The child under Old General Zheng's knees must be living in Forty-Nine City."

The old monk paused for a long time.

"In the past ten years, as far as I know, there are only two people in the entire country of China who can perform the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect. There is only one Shen Duruo in Sijiu City, and it should be Shen Duruo who gave her the needles. "

God!

God!

Xie Zhifei blurted out, "Shen Duruo is her biological mother. Yan Sanhe was dead when she was born. It was Shen Duruo who used the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate to bring her back."

The old monk suddenly stared: "Is Shen Duruo really her biological mother?"

Xie Zhifei: "It's absolutely true."

The old monk murmured: "No wonder, no wonder..."

Xie Zhifei asked hurriedly: "Master, what's so strange about this?"

"No wonder she still has a very rare yang energy in her body; no wonder when she knelt on me, it felt like there were countless fine needles poking into my body at the same time, and the pain was unstoppable."

The old monk looked at the person in the coffin and murmured: "Baby, the person who really saved your life is your mother Shen Duruo!"

When Xie Zhifei heard this, he couldn't kneel anymore. He stood up hurriedly and walked to the old monk.

"Master, please tell us in detail, what is going on?"

"The so-called Yang Qi is the Qi of a living person."

The old monk raised his eyes and looked at Xie Zhifei: "My child, let me ask you, where does the energy of living people come from?"

Xie Zhifei: "Of course it comes from living people."

Old monk: "Let me ask you again, what is a living person?"

Xie Zhifei was stunned, "A person who can eat, drink, walk, sleep, and jump around is called a living person."

Old monk: "What does Shen Duruo do?"

Xie Zhifei: "He is a traveling doctor, a doctor, who treats people's illnesses and saves their lives."

Old monk: "To treat people's diseases and save people's lives, isn't it just that they can eat, drink, walk, sleep, and be alive and kicking?"

"what do you mean……"

Xie Zhifei said hesitantly: "She treats illnesses and saves people, and has accumulated countless living energy..."

"It can also be said to be a blessing."

The old monk slowly took over the words, "Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. She has been practicing medicine all her life, and she also knows how to perform the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate. You can calculate for yourself how many lives she has saved in her life. How many lives has she saved?" How many blessings have you received?"

Having said this, the old monk smiled lightly.

"My child, all the blessings she accumulated have been passed on to you, otherwise..." Would there still be you?

Xie Zhifei was stunned and dumbfounded.

Over the years, he still couldn't understand why all the Zheng family members died, but his soul fell on the body of the third master of the Xie family.

Is it just because he and Third Master are both ghosts?
It wasn't.

It's Shen Duruo.

That woman who was extremely smart, crazy about medicine, but also aloof and aloof, used the profound blessings she accumulated from practicing medicine throughout her life to buy him a chance to be reborn as a human being.

"The yin energy, yang energy, and weather in the female doll can form objects, yang energy can create creatures, and heaven can nourish things. As the saying goes, yin alone cannot give birth, yang alone cannot give birth, and heaven alone cannot give birth. After three combinations, birth will occur."

His hand fell on the coffin and touched it hard.

"This is the real reason why the female doll still has a weak pulse."

The old monk turned around and saw that everyone's faces were still blank, and simply said:
"To put it bluntly, the baby girl's father, the baby girl's mother, and all the blessings accumulated by her parents in their lives, all fell on her alone.

Especially her mother, Shen Duruo, saved countless lives throughout her life. This merit is something that my old monk cannot compare to after another 100 years of practice. That’s why I can’t bear to pay homage to the girl.

It just so happens that the female doll is a child saved by the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, so this child is blessed by the three gods of heaven, earth and ghosts.

Humans have three souls and seven souls, and the three gods of heaven, earth, and ghosts worked together to protect each soul of this child, leaving her a glimmer of hope. "

The old monk snorted: "Do you all understand?" Everyone understood;
They were all dumbfounded.

silence.

The silence that weighs heavily on one's heart.

This silence is not for Yan Sanhe's bizarre life experience and experience, but for Shen Duruo, who has been wandering for half his life and finally died under the thirteen needles of the ghost gate.

Shen Duruo fulfilled her promise and spent her whole life atonement for herself, praying for her children, and praying for the Zheng family who raised her children.

Xie Zhifei felt that his tears were about to well up again.

"Master, you gave her the name Sanhe, right?"

"Yan Xing took it."

Old monk: "Yan Xing said that since she is blessed by the three gods of heaven, earth and ghosts, let's call her Sanhe, and she will be my child from now on.

I counted on my fingers and realized that this name is really better than ever.

Of the thousands of people in the world, she is the only one who can suppress this name, and only this name can continuously nourish her like all things in the world. "

Another long silence.

No one dared to speak. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the coffin. Every time they breathed and breathed, there was only one sentence left in their minds:

It turns out that she is really different from us ordinary people. She even has a special name.

"This is the answer to the second question: why Yan Sanhe still has a weak pulse."

After the old monk finished speaking, he sat back in his chair, picked up the tea cup, and drank it all in one go.

Xuyun took the empty tea cup, filled it with some hot water, and placed it in the old monk's hand.

The old monk knocked his pipe on the table and knocked out the remaining ashes. "Master Pei, what is the next question?"

Master Pei's mind went blank, and he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Master, don't rush to speak. Let us take a moment first."

The life of ordinary people is to eat, drink, sleep, marry, have children, send away the old, and raise the young.

There are few people who can't help but feel their hearts pounding after hearing such a magnificent experience as Yan Sanhe's.

"Is this going to take a while?"

The old monk raised his lips and smiled, "Master Pei, where are you going?"

Oh, my mother.

Pei Xiao wailed in his heart, scratched his neck and said:
"The next question is why Yan Sanhe can still walk, run, eat, sleep, and live in the world like a normal person when he is already dead."

"It's a long story. We have to go back to the ninth day of September."

Old monk: "That day, when I discovered that Yan Sanhe was surrounded by three qi, I asked Yan Xing, how did you know you were coming to find me?

Yan Xing said that without even thinking about it, he just thought of me, the old monk, in his mind, and ran towards me without wasting a moment.

I asked him again, have you never thought about whether I would help you?

Yan Xing said that he had never thought about it at all. He always had a feeling in his heart that this child would survive if he got it into my hands. "

After finishing speaking, the old monk looked up at Pei and smiled: "Master Pei, what does this mean?"

Master Pei felt that he was going crazy again. There were so many people in the room, why did they only bully him?
He shook his head, "I don't know."

"I know."

Xie Zhifei: "You said before that you secretly told Yan Xing a fortune teller. Is he here to help you achieve your merits?"

The old monk's eyes lit up instantly.

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These two chapters are the key to the establishment of the entire story. The logic is very strong and a lot of information needs to be consulted, so it is particularly difficult to write. I have to consider every word. Knowing that the girls are in a hurry, I have tried my best.

(End of this chapter)