He Yuling stayed in the pitch-black jar all along. She didn't dare to go out; that ferocious Fang Zhiyi had nearly scared her to death.
However, she felt the resentment in her body gradually fading, though she didn't know the reason why.
It wasn't until the day the jar was suddenly opened that He Yuling, trembling slightly, poked her head out and saw a black bear staring at her.
"You, you..." She remembered now. This was the monster who had helped Fang Zhiyi seal her away.
This world was truly crazy. First Fang Zhiyi went mad, and then a monster became a Daoist priest. If she were still human, she would never have believed it.
"You can come out now," the black bear said.
He Yuling hesitated and asked, "Are you going to send me to be reincarnated?"
The black bear shook its head. "You still have unfinished business."
Watching He Yuling drift away hesitantly, the Black Bear Spirit scratched its head.
A junior brother beside him asked, "Senior brother, she, she just left like that. Will it be alright?" Although young, he knew that a few days ago, this female ghost had attracted a large group of immortals and monsters.
The Black Bear Spirit patted his junior brother's head. "There are many reasons why vengeful spirits remain in the mortal realm. If they have unfinished business, they must complete it, otherwise they won't find peace even in the underworld. This is called obsession."
"Obsession?"
"Just like how I brought you here to stand guard, that is also my obsession," the black bear said earnestly. "One cannot achieve the Great Dao with obsessions. Starting tomorrow, we will go out and wander the world."
Hearing that they were leaving, one of the two junior brothers looked excited, while the other was somewhat fearful.
The black bear watched He Yuling gradually disappear. It didn't tell its two junior brothers that their master had also revealed a heavenly secret to it, a secret that could allow it to attain enlightenment.
But whenever it thought of Fang Zhiyi, the black bear would fall into confusion.
Was its own enlightenment also part of the predestined fate those immortals spoke of?
Then was it also just a chess piece, as Fang Zhiyi had said?
This question was too profound. It shook its head and looked at its two junior brothers. Forget it, better not to think too much.
He Chusheng took meticulous care of his wife. He had used almost every trick in the book to marry into the Qiu family. Although it didn't sound good to outsiders, so what? This was what he deserved.
He had specifically asked around for news about the He family. Hearing that Old Master He was still alive and well, and that no one suspected him of killing He Yuling, made He Chusheng very satisfied.
The thought of that village woman made him nauseous. Was he blind back then to have fancied such a thing?
When he drank two cups of wine and prepared to return to his room as usual, the sound of crying came from behind him.
He Chusheng slowly turned his head and met a pair of eyes filled with resentment.
He let out a bloodcurdling scream.
The servants of the Qiu family rushed over, and his pregnant wife hurried over as well. But they saw nothing. They only saw He Chusheng sitting on the ground, pointing continuously at the empty space in front of him, with a large wet patch on his trousers.
"What are you doing!" Qiu Qing complained, ordering the servants to pull him up.
He Chusheng pointed frantically in front of him. "There's a ghost! A ghost! Can't you see it? There's a ghost!"
Right before his eyes, He Yuling, with her terrifying appearance of death, was still looking at him with a face full of bitter resentment.
From that day on, He Chusheng was no longer quite normal. He would often shout and scream. Whether he was sleeping, going to the toilet, or even eating, he would suddenly throw his bowl on the ground in terror.
The Qiu family grew very annoyed with this.
Qiu Qing, who had received a Western education, treated her husband's claims of seeing ghosts as a joke.
"Where in the world are there ghosts? Only those who have done guilty deeds have ghosts in their hearts!"
He Chusheng suffered in silence. He turned to seek a great master to help him exorcise the ghost, but was ruthlessly scammed out of a large sum of money. By the time he realized it, the master had long since fled.
Qiu Qing's father was extremely dissatisfied with this and gave him a severe scolding.
Because of being entangled by He Yuling's resentful soul, He Chusheng's mental state became extremely poor. Originally, Qiu Qing had fallen in love with his face, but now he was neurotic all day long, and his white hair kept increasing. Qiu Qing began to doubt if there was a problem with her choice.
He Yuling appeared all around He Chusheng. When he bathed, ate, used the toilet, or slept, she was almost everywhere. He Chusheng had completely broken down.
Frightened once again by He Yuling's sudden appearance, as she continued to ask him why, He Chusheng simply fell to his knees.
"I am the one who wronged you! I wronged our child!"
He Chusheng knelt on the ground, kowtowing loudly.
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have killed you, shouldn't have swindled your family's money!"
Bloodstains even appeared on the floor.
"Please let me go. I know I was wrong. Please let me go!"
He Yuling looked at this man and suddenly let out a miserable laugh. She suddenly remembered a long time ago when her father brought Fang Zhiyi home, He Chusheng had held her and said he would marry no one but her. She wanted to strangle He Chusheng, but her current abilities simply couldn't do it. The only thing she could do was haunt him.
But now it seemed meaningless. Was it worth it for a man who didn't love her?
Hearing her laugh, He Chusheng trembled all over, constantly begging for mercy.
It wasn't until he could no longer hear the laughter that he dared to raise his head. He Yuling had disappeared.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly someone patted his shoulder. He Chusheng screamed and jumped up. Only then did he realize that many people were standing behind him. Qiu Qing's father was staring with wide eyes, Qiu Qing was covering her mouth in surprise, her eyes full of fear, and the servants were looking at him and whispering among themselves.
"I, I..."
No one listened to his explanation. The Qiu family directly kicked him out of the house. They didn't dare to keep a murderer living in their home.
Fortunately, Qiu Qing, considering their time as husband and wife, didn't hand him over to the police.
However, He Chusheng's mind had already developed problems. He would mutter to himself from time to time, scream in terror, and sometimes even show a neurotic smile as if holding a child.
He became a mentally ill homeless man.
A wandering Daoist priest glanced at him while passing by, did a quick calculation with his fingers, and then shook his head.
"The will of Heaven. Live well. Your lifespan in this life will be very long."
He Chusheng, who was sometimes lucid and sometimes mad, stood frozen in place. A long lifespan meant... he would live like this forever? He wanted to chase after the Daoist priest to beg for a way out, but when he looked up, he saw the pedestrians ahead turning into the dead He Yuling.
"Ah! Don't come over! Don't come over!"
The pedestrian walked around him with a look of disgust.
Deep in the mountains, Dahuang watched the little mouse, which had already gained spiritual intelligence, struggling to carry a fruit on the table, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"
Xiaobai ignored him, or rather, Xiaobai couldn't speak yet. It just squeaked twice and pushed the fruit away.
A snake spirit beside them said, "Don't mention it. It found a rabbit this morning, and it's probably taking the fruit to feed the rabbit. How is this a monster? It's simply a living Bodhisattva."
Dahuang looked thoughtful.
"Pass down the order. All lesser demons must do good deeds and accumulate virtue from now on..."
"Huh?"
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