The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Chen Xiangyin brought He Chongtian back to the room, and it took a lot of effort to get settled.

He Tongtian groaned from time to time, and Chen Xiangyin put a wet towel on his forehead to physically cool him down.

He was scorching with heat all over, and his originally fair skin was redder than ever before when his blood was boiling.

The nutshell wind chime on the bedside made tinkling sounds from time to time, but otherwise the room was quiet except for the suppressed hum of the crane.

Chen Xiang used medical cotton to carefully wipe away the blood drops on his arm, but for some reason, the fine wounds could not scab immediately.

Master Zhuang didn't tell her what happened, and asked her to ask him. Seeing how he was now, he didn't know when he would wake up.

Agarwood was afraid that he would burn to death, so she kept changing cold towels to apply on him.

While taking care of her, Chen Xiang thought that she had been in shock a few days ago due to transcendence. Did He Chongtian protect her like this?
It was quite difficult. On the one hand, I was sleepy and unwilling to sleep. I felt really uncomfortable.

After keeping watch all night, the morning light came through the window the next day, and the sound of Xuan Guo getting up early and working hard could be heard in the yard.

Crane woke up.

"What's wrong with you?" Chen Xiangyin asked immediately.

He Chongtian said hoarsely, "It's nothing."

Chen Xiangyin was not polite and punched him in the chest, "Master Zhuang asked me to ask you. If you don't tell me, I can only ask Master Zhuang again."

He Chongtian closed his eyes weakly, "It's nothing, the old agarwood has been replaced by the incense ash of the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty."

Chen Xiangyin suddenly became excited, and fear surged in his heart, "Are you crazy?! Why? Master Zhuang asked you to change?"

How can the mortal body bear the incense ashes of the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty?

The original paint will definitely not be able to be carried by anyone who is not strong enough. Even if it reaches the sky, it will be difficult to carry it for a while, and it even depends on luck.

The agarwood was replaced by incense ash, and it was the incense ashes of the statue of the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty that Master Zhuang had dedicated his whole life to...

How heavy is this mana?

Judging from Master Zhuang's tone, it doesn't sound like it was her idea. It should be He Chongtian's own decision.

He is so brave...

Seeing the crane soaring into the sky and saying nothing, Chen Xiangyin punched him again, "What do you think?!"

Seeing her like this, He Chongtian smiled and said, "This is more powerful. Don't worry, I'm not that weak."

How could he waste the blood of Agarwood? If he wanted to get a tattoo, he would get the top one.

Chen Xiangyin's heart was in confusion, "Really? What if the crane soars into the sky? Have you ever thought about what if you can't bear it and it backfires? Or..." Or what if you just die...

"No." He Chongtian raised his hand towards her and stroked her chin with his thumb. He spoke very slowly and in an unprecedentedly weak tone, "It's still early. Come up and take a nap and follow me."

Chen Xiangyin snorted, and his first reaction was: Who cares about you?
After humming, I saw He Lifting the quilt and felt that the bed was really comfortable...

……

It was difficult to carry the crane to the sky, and he stayed in bed for two days. Agarwood took good care of him and did not dare to relax.

It wasn't until the tattoo on his arm scabbed that Chen Xiangyin finally let go of his worries.

The scabs meant that He Chongtian's physique began to adapt to the powerful magic power brought by the incense ash of the Sanqing Patriarch, and his body was gradually recovering.

That night, Chen Xiang closed the Folk Story Club magazine in her hand and stopped humming a Pingtan tune.

Walking to the bedside, I saw He Soaring's eyelashes trembling slightly. He stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and his fever started again.

It goes back and forth, but overall it's getting better.

"Crane towers into the sky." Chenxiang called out, not sure if he heard it.

"It shouldn't take long for you to recover. Master Zhuang said that where I want to go, I can be back in ten days at most. I want to set off tomorrow."

He Chongtian hummed slightly, not sure if he was responding to her or just dreaming.

"When we finish dealing with this, let's go back to Qingshan together and kill all those grandchildren."

When he didn't get a response, Chen Xiangyin said again: "If you are still asleep tomorrow, I can't wait for you anymore... Anyway, just wait for me to come back." After talking to himself, Chen Xiangyin knocked on Master Zhuang's door.

Master Zhuang was not surprised by her sudden visit and put down the book in his hand, "Are you ready?"

"Yes." Chen Xiang led him to sit next to Master Zhuang: "He Chongtian has been sleepy these past two days. I found that his body recovers faster when he is asleep. There should be no problem."

"What about yourself?" Master Zhuang asked doubtfully.

Chen Xiangyin didn't understand, "What?"

Master Zhuang frowned and shook his head, "I said, you just said that He Chongtian is getting better and can leave people. What about you? Are you ready to go where you want to go?"

Chen Xiang was surprised, yes, she seemed to only care about He Chongtian these two days.

Soon, she convinced herself that it was because Master Zhuang didn't tell her where she was going and she had no idea, so she didn't pay attention.

But no matter where she goes, she will always come back.

"Ready."

Master Zhuang nodded and said nothing more. He lit the cigarette and took two puffs, "Now?"

"Now?" Chen Xiang was surprised. It was already night.

Master Zhuang: "Then wait until you are ready."

"Now, now." Chen Xiangyin was worn out of patience. At this time, he was more curious about where he wanted to go than fear.

Not bad for a good night's rest.

"Don't you need to tell the crane to the sky?" Master Zhuang asked.

"No, when he wakes up tomorrow and asks me, just tell him."

Chen Xiangyin didn't plan to tell He Chongtian because he didn't want to make the matter too grand. Adding a short parting scene would make people worry.

She wanted to create a feeling of just going out and coming back soon, as normal as going out to buy groceries.

Master Zhuang looked at her meaningfully, "Yeah."

"Then I'm ready. Go now. Can you tell me where you are?"

"You'll know when you go there."

Master Zhuang took out a stack of yellow talismans from his waist and suddenly said: "Agarwood, have you ever been curious, there are so many evildoers in the world, why do you have to atone for your sins?"

Chen Xiangyin didn't think about it and just shook his head.

Master Zhuang drew an unfamiliar spell on the yellow paper, "Mute Mother told you that you are a witness. Have you ever been curious about who gave you the status of a witness?"

Chen Xiangyin shook his head again.

Master Zhuang didn't even raise his head, and said helplessly: "You really are too lazy to use your brain." He smiled bitterly and said, "Although fate is determined by God, people can change their fate."

Chen Xiangyin pinched his eyebrows and said, "Master Zhuang, what exactly do you want to say?"

Master Zhuang suddenly raised his head, and completed the last stroke of the talisman in his hand, "Everything you encounter is a disaster. After passing one level after another, you will eventually lose your mortal bones. The evil water will make you enter the realm of good and evil. The situation of struggle, the fire of karma, you are in it, and you can only achieve enlightenment if you make a big mistake."

Chen Xiangyin didn't feel that he had reached the stage of enlightenment, so he nodded in understanding.

What Master Zhuang meant was that she was the chosen one and had to go through hardships.

So what if? Isn't she the chosen one? Who is a normal person who never grows old or dies?

Like Aunt Mute said, she is a witness.

Master Zhuang seemed to have read through her thoughts again, "You have gone astray. Whether it is heaven's punishment or karmic retribution, it is not only a punishment, but also a stop to evil. It stops the evil in your heart. From then on, compassion takes root. .”

Chen Xiangyin's head was in a mess, and he saw Master Zhuang suddenly light the fire on his fingertips, burn the talisman, and mutter something in his mouth.

Caught off guard, her acupoint was knocked by Master Zhuang's cigarette rod. In her sight, the yellow talisman was on fire and floated towards her quickly. The next second her vision went dark.