Chapter 29: Resolving the Curse (Part 2)

  He suddenly remembered Yan Chi Xia's words: "Evil people can't use the power of the Sharira."

  Yes, Grandma's behavior is clearly evil in people's eyes, but in fact she doesn't have the concept of good and evil, so she can use it. And Xiaoxian is also an accomplice, but she is under duress.

  Is everything's key in a "heart" word? If it is turned around, let Sariputta feel my kindness.

  Xu Xian immediately gave it a try, no longer just a simple contest of strength, but in that clear and bright light, adding his own expectations, hoping that an ordinary kind-hearted couple could attain happiness.

  If the owner of this sarira is still alive, he must be able to understand his own intentions and also want to help others, otherwise he does not deserve to have such a sarira.

  Sarira slowly opened a layer of colorful halo, one by one, like small stones thrown into the lake, scattered ripples.

  The halo scattered wider, but clearer. Mrs. Ning on the sickbed let out a low hum, and her complexion improved a lot. However, Little Qian by the bed suddenly froze, seeing that in the endless halo, the people who died because of her in Lanruo Temple stood before her one by one, wanting to claim her life.

  This is probably her biggest knot, leaving Lanruo, a big fire, can she really wipe out everything she has done? The faces around her are twisted and venomous, Xiao Qian hugs her head and squats on the ground, painfully saying: "Go away, it's not me, I'm being forced."

  Xu Xian saw that the little Qian beside him suddenly fell to the ground, muttering something in her mouth. He thought that the halo had harmed her and hurriedly threw away the sarira to support her. He didn't notice that after he let go of the sarira, it floated in mid-air, still continuously emitting a rainbow-like halo.

  "Xiao Qian, come around." Xu Xian urged.

  Xiao Qian, who was crouching on the ground, lifted her head, and her small face was filled with panic and fear. Seeing Xu Xian, she seemed to have seen a lifesaver, and she rushed into his arms as if she had found a straw to cling to. If she hadn't been so light, this sudden movement would probably have knocked Xu Xian over. Xu Xian was taken aback for a moment, but he also tightly hugged her back, feeling that the girl in his arms was still trembling.

  Xu Xian patted her back and comforted her fear while softly asking: "What's wrong? Did you see something?"

  Xiao Qian felt a little relieved, but her voice was still trembling: "Master, save me. I really didn't mean to harm them. I was forced to do it. You know that they wanted my life."

  Xu Xian let out a soft sigh, grasped her frail shoulders, and gently pushed her away from his embrace. Xiao Qian shrank back in surprise and terror, staring at Xu Xian "Husband, don't you want me anymore? Don't abandon me! Save me!" Her voice was mournful, like the cry of a cuckoo shedding blood.

  Xu Xian simply looked at her straightly and said softly: "I will always be by your side, but if I do something wrong, hurry up and apologize!"

  Those warm and firm eyes seemed even harder to face. Xiaoxian bit her lip, lowered her head, and whispered: "I'm sorry."

  "Speak louder!"

  "Sorry!" Xia Qian shouted hoarsely, then burst into loud wailing, and flung herself into Xu Xian's arms. While crying, she kept stuttering "sorry". Gone was her usual elegant and refined demeanor, replaced by a childlike figure who cried uncontrollably in his arms, rubbing her tears all over his chest, which soon became wet with her tears.

  That group of malevolent spirits gradually became serene in expression, transformed into an old monk, smiled and clasped his hands in greeting to Xu Xian, then vanished into thin air.

  Xu Xian turned his head back, and that sarira seemed to have exhausted its last bit of energy, turning into dust and drifting away.

  The person in her arms also calmed down, still sobbing, but after taking this step, her heart would be able to feel a little better. Apologies couldn't undo the past, but they could save herself. Being able to let the people she had hurt feel her sincerity was good enough.

  Hell's knife mountain fire sea, perhaps what is wanted is just this one voice "sorry", but how many people who are sinking in the bitter sea can face their own heart, and how many can sincerely repent to those who have been hurt by themselves. Even if they got revenge, it was only selfishly thinking that if I wasn't like that at the time, I wouldn't be in today's predicament. This kind of regret is worthless.

  Is it a chance for atonement or a punishment of retribution, it's all in one thought, fortunately this thought is grasped by Xiaoying, with the help of Xu Xian.

  "Hey, wake up!"

  Xiao Qian discontentedly hummed a sound and still leaned against Xu Xian's bosom.

  Xu Xian admitted that holding such a warm and soft body still felt great, especially the chest. Never mind, he didn't say anything more. Xu Xian's eyes were filled with tears, where are you, my wife?! Readers won't let me have a harem!

  At the sound of the plea, Mrs. Ning slowly came to, and Xiao Qian returned to the ancient jade with a soft hum.

  Xu Xian opened the door with a pleasant expression and said to Ning Caichen, who was already anxious and pacing back and forth: "Brother Ning, fortunately, I didn't disappoint you."

  Ning Caichen rushed into the room without saying a word of thanks, he was really anxious just now, clearly seeing Xu Xian enter alone, yet there were other women's voices inside, and it was both crying and noisy in there. He didn't dare to go in, fearing it was some sort of ritual to invite spirits, as those female shamans who jumped the big god that he knew were all like this.

  Ning's mother looked at Xu Xian with a gaze that was almost reverent. Even in modern times, superstition is still prevalent in rural areas, let alone in ancient times. Xu Xian firmly believed that if he didn't study and instead went to the mountains and countryside to engage in feudal superstitions, he would be very popular.

  Soon, Ning Caichen came out, his eyes were a bit red, and he didn't say anything about great kindness or gratitude. He also didn't have the intention of cutting off the chicken head to become sworn brothers. He just gave Xu Xian a slight bow.

  But Xu Xian knew that if he broke the law, his body would be abandoned in the street, and the one who would collect it would definitely be him. Bah! Who curses himself like this?

  In the evening, Ning's family had a big feast, actually just killing a chicken, cutting some meat, and buying half a catty of rough wine in the village, as well as some seasonal vegetables. Since Ning's wife was feeling better, she personally went to the kitchen, and her culinary skills were quite impressive.

  Xu Xian saw the joyful expressions on everyone's faces and felt happy in his heart. However, Ning Caichen still decided to stay at home for a few more days, and his wife did not object again. Which wife would not want her husband by her side?

  Xu Xian had to continue on his journey alone, but of course, he still had a lovely female ghost by his side. Even Xu Xian felt that her smile had increased, as if she had finally untied the knot in her heart!

  "Hey, husband, when are we arriving in Hangzhou?" Little Qian said, floating in mid-air.

  "It's almost time." Xu Xian took a heavy step forward, he was now used to ignoring the words "husband" or just treating them as a nickname. Every time Xiaojing mentioned this issue, she had an expression of "I've been abandoned by the whole world".

  "Why don't we just take a boat?" Xiao Qian asked nonchalantly, lying on the treetop and stretching her waist. It's been a long time since she saw such good sunlight. With only two sarira left, she can finally sunbathe again.

  "No money."

  "Huh? Where's your money?" asked Xiao Qian curiously as she floated down.

  "It's lost."

  "Deceive me? It was clearly under the pillow last night." Xiao Qian had an expression of catching someone in the act.

  "I know, yet you still have so much nonsense to say." Xuxian said discontentedly.

  Under Xiaoxian's resentful gaze, Xu Xian yielded once again. "Alright, alright, take back those words."

  "What Master said yesterday is nothing." Xia Qing's face turned to the side, seemingly admiring a fallen leaf by the roadside, but her ears were red.

  "What's going on?" Xuxian had no memory at all.

  "Always be by my side!" Xiao Qian immediately turned around, staring at Xu Xian with a huff, as if blaming him for his forgetfulness.

  "What? Is there? How could I possibly say something so absurd, forever and ever, only kids would believe that!"

  "You, you said so yourself." Little Qian was choked with anger.

  "That's it then." Xian said irresponsibly.

  "Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy!" Little Qian was holding a straw man crouched in the corner and frantically poking at it. Xu Xian took a closer look and wondered why his own name was written on it?

  Xu Xian pretended to shout: "I'm dying of pain, I'm dying of pain." But there was no sincerity on his face.

  All along the way was wind and dust, when she lifted her head again, it was already under Hangzhou City. Xiao Qian looked at the towering city wall, speechless for a moment.

  It's been a long time, Hangzhou.

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