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People in the world say that after death, people will be taken to hell by black and white impermanence.

But in my opinion, it's all a lie to children.

because.

After my death, my soul stayed in this small town, wandering for five full years, and I didn't wait for the so-called impermanence of black and white.

Don't even think about reincarnation.

Being a ghost is not good at all. I can't touch other people, I can't eat, and I can't cover myself in winter.

Hmph, who said ghosts can't feel cold?

"Ah, so boring."

Saying that, the girl in Tsing Yi lay flat on a piece of grass, staring at the waning moon in the night sky with her dark eyes.

The skin of ghosts is usually iron blue, but the skin of girls is just bloodless white.

She thought for a long time before she straightened up and walked towards the temple on the mountainside.

I have only heard of monks catching ghosts and demons, but I didn't expect that I would take the initiative to come to the door.

"Hey!"

The girl in Tsing Yi climbed onto the two-meter-high wall, looked around for a while, and jumped into the temple.

"This old man doesn't look easy to deal with."

The girl in Tsing Yi hid behind the tree, watching from a distance an old monk who was writing with a pen in the room.

"I just want to know why I can't be reincarnated. What if he is unreasonable and just locks me up or kills me?"

The girl tangled her back against the big tree and slid down.

It's just that the days of wandering outside were too lonely, she didn't know anyone, and she didn't remember anything.

I have already forgotten what I had before I was alive, and everything is gone, so I should be able to reincarnate.

But why, she is still there, wandering around.

Every day, I have nothing to do and walk around aimlessly.

"Master, my apprentice brought you what you asked for."

A chubby six-year-old monk was holding several thick scriptures and handing them to the old monk.

"Well, Daodao, it's late, you should go back and rest."

The old monk smiled gently.

"Well! Master, please rest early, and this disciple will leave."

Daddy was obviously very sleepy, so he turned around and ran to his small yard.

Rice?

The girl in Tsing Yi poked her head out from behind the big tree, seeing everything that happened just now.

That young monk looks easy to bully, he must be safer and more reliable than the old monk!

At that moment she stood up and left the front yard with the little monk.

"Ah, sorry!"

The little monk ran in a hurry, and suddenly ran into someone else at the corner.

"Hey, wait, you are, you are a ghost?!"

"Little guy, don't be afraid, sister, I am harmless."

Tsing Yi stopped the little monk who wanted to escape.

"What! You can stay in this world? It's still five years, but how is this possible!"

After listening to Tsing Yi's speech, the little monk circled around her in amazement, not even afraid of her being a ghost.

"Elder sister also doesn't understand why other people go directly to the underworld after death." Tsing Yi shook her head, her gaze sad: "But I have been wandering around, not entering reincarnation."

The little monk raised his head and looked at Tsing Yi sympathetically.

The female ghost in front of her was not as ferocious as other ghosts, on the contrary, Tsing Yi had a beautiful appearance, and her whole body exuded a kind of extraordinary nobility.

"My sister must have been a nobleman near here before she was alive, right?"

The little monk sat on the stone steps and asked curiously.

"Noble? I don't know, I don't remember my name, and I don't remember where I came from. When I woke up, I was already a ghost wandering around."

Tsing Yi sighed, talking to someone for the first time in five years, and inevitably talked more.

"Could it be that I did something bad before I was alive, and I will be reduced to a lonely ghost after I die?"

"My sister doesn't look like a bad person!"

The little monk shook his head, his chubby cheeks looked cute.

Suddenly, he stood up: "I understand! My sister must be missing something, so she can't enter reincarnation!"

"Huh? I'm in good health."

Tsing Yi doesn't know why.

"Well, sister, come with me, my master knows a lot! I can't explain it either."

As he spoke, the little monk wanted to pull Tsing Yi's sleeves.

But got an empty one.

"Hehe, silly boy, just because you can see me, doesn't mean you can touch me."

Tsing Yi stood up with soft eyes.

The little monk thought about it too, but his heart was a little empty.

This is, is it that people and ghosts have different paths?

Tsing Yi stood calmly under the moonlight, waiting for the young monk to come into the room and explain to the old monk.

His thin and emaciated body stood alone in the night wind, and the bright moon in the sky could not be reflected in those clear black eyes.

"Sister! Sister, my master promised to help!"

The little monk ran out of the house excitedly, followed by the helpless old monk.

"Thank you, Abbot."

Tsing Yi turned around and saluted the old monk gratefully.

"You are......"

The old monk was startled when he first saw Tsing Yi.

"Master, do you know your sister?"

The little monk asked after seeing this.

The old monk did not answer, "From my point of view, the reason why the female benefactor does not enter reincarnation is because the most important thing is missing."

"What?" Tsing Yi was puzzled.

"This thing is not a thing, but the heart of the donor."

The old monk clasped his hands together: "Because he lost his heart, the benefactor could not remember the past and became an incomplete soul, not accepted by the way of reincarnation."

"But, shouldn't my heart still be in my chest?" Tsing Yi raised his hand and touched his chest, where it felt the same as usual, empty.

She, is she really heartless?

"The donor's resentment was too strong during his lifetime. When he was dying, he left all his love and hatred on one object."

The old monk hesitated for a while, but chose not to tell directly, "This thing is a delicate silver bell, and it is the 'heart' that the donor has found."

"Where's the bell?"

After Tsing Yi figured it out, she made up her mind to find the bell.

She didn't want to continue wandering around and be a heartless lonely ghost, which would drive her crazy sooner or later.

"As long as the benefactor is looking for it, the bell will appear."

The old monk turned around again and said to the young monk, "Dao Dao, during this time, you can go down the mountain with the benefactor."

"Got it master!"

The little monk was overjoyed.

"Abbot, you actually know my name, right?"

When the little monk went back to his room to pack his things, Tsing Yi and the old monk were alone for a while.

"Benefactor, if you find the bell, go to die, don't try to force yourself to stay in this world."

The old monk's face showed embarrassment, and he couldn't bear to look at Tsing Yi.

There was something in the old monk's words, how could Tsing Yi not be able to hear it, but since he refused to say it, of course it was because of his difficulties.

Anyway, as long as she finds her heart, she can understand all this.

After bidding farewell to the old monk, the young monk went down the mountain with his preoccupied Tsing Yi and started a long search.

"The master is too sloppy, so he told us to find a silver bell. There are so many shops in this town that sell it. Who knows which one it is!"

The little monk is not very old, but he is familiar with this town, and he has almost walked around the town in a few days.

"Sister, logically speaking, you should have a special feeling for that bell, do you really not feel it at all?"

Tsing Yi smiled wryly and shook his head.

The little monk also became decadent, racking his brains to think about other possibilities.

Tsing Yi stood under the sun, his soul and body didn't even fluctuate in the slightest.

"Hey! I see."

The little monk clapped his hands and widened his eyes: "There has never been a ghost that haunts most of the day! Unless my sister is from a hidden demon family, the souls of those family members are different from ordinary people!"

Tsing Yi was taken aback.

"Here, it is one of the nine royal families, the Gu family's entrenched Earth Tiger Divine Vein!"

The little monk excitedly jumped onto the boulder, making himself a little taller than Tsing Yi: "If my sister is from the ancient clan, it will explain everything."

Tsing Yi didn't know, so, "Then I want to go to Gu's house to find a bell?"

However, the fact is that they all wandered outside the gate of the ancient clan for seven days, but couldn't get in.

Even if it is a soul body, Tsing Yi can't pass through the barrier for half a point, and can't enter the ancient mansion at all.

He could only go back home reluctantly.

As soon as the little monk returned to the temple, he wanted to find his master.

But he was stopped by other disciples at the Secret Pavilion.

Tsing Yi glanced at the little monk, walked through the wall alone, and entered the secret pavilion.

Vaguely, a conversation between the old monk and another young woman could be heard.

"Are you really going to do this?"

The old monk closed his eyes tightly, feeling a dull pain in his heart.

"She's dead, and it's useless to me to keep this thing, so burn it."

The woman in white handed out the brocade box in her hand, and there was no resistance in her words.

When Tsing Yi got closer, she could see the woman's face clearly. She, who had no feeling of emotion at all, suddenly felt heartbroken and sad.

Just looking at her quietly, also wanted to shed tears.

Tsing Yi clutched her heart and walked slowly towards the woman in white. She didn't understand why she felt this way.

Did they know each other before their death?

Who is this man in white?

The old monk noticed Tsing Yi's arrival, opened his eyes halfway, and saw her sad gaze as expected.

The woman in white in front of her couldn't see the ghost, her hand was still on the brocade box, as if she was reluctant to let go.

The extremely long black hair hangs down around her waist, and a rose fairy wing pinned on her temples symbolizes her... one of the nine royal families, and her identity as a descendant of the ancient family.

Just relying on that beautiful appearance that does not eat fireworks in the world, it is enough to make all the men in the world fall in love with her, not to mention that she comes from an ancient family.

"Are you sure you won't keep it?"

The old monk's last advice.

"It's useless to talk too much."

Gu Qingyuan withdrew her hand, her eyes were slightly cold.

"That's right, there is someone here who needs to be relieved."

The old monk sighed helplessly.

Perhaps in the dark, there is God's will.

Tsing Yi also sat down beside them with bent legs, hugged her knees with her hands, and looked at Gu Qingyuan foolishly.

With the igniting of a pot of blue flames, the old monk reached for the brocade box and opened it in front of the two of them.

Tsing Yi was stunned for a few seconds, staring at the silver bell in a daze.

The brazier was separated from the two of them, and as soon as the blue flame touched the bell, it immediately burned.

At that moment, countless pictures flooded into Tsing Yi's mind, and all emotions returned to normal from a deep sleep.

The Buddhist scriptures burned, devouring the face of the bell bit by bit, and the 'heart' hidden in it was released and returned to the owner.

"Ancient...Qing...Kite"

She covered her tearful eyes and burst into tears.

The memory is revived, and all the past events are almost vivid.

She remembered her name and identity, Li Mo, daughter of Elder Zuo of the Gu Family.

And the second daughter of the Gu family, Qing Yuan, who made her miserable for half her life.

"Ugh."

The old monk felt bitter, closed his eyes, stood up and left.

Only Gu Qingyuan sat in the same place, quietly watching the burning Qingyan.

How could she have known that the person sitting across from her was Limo's dead soul.