Shui Ling couldn't hold it back and cursed in her heart, "I'm Cao, what's that look in your eyes? I will never become a monk."

Gong Qianyu glanced at Wuchen and ignored him. Why is a monk so good-looking?

The coffin was delivered to a burial place for poor people outside the city, and Nannan found her father's grave.

Shui Ling took a look and saw that there were only bones and no soul inside. Because the coffins were all sealed, he didn't bother to do any joint burial drama and just buried them side by side.

The departure of the soul means the end of their life, but it is the beginning of another life, so any pomp and circumstance is of no use.

After the couple was buried, Gong Qianyu handed him a basket with incense and candles as tribute, and Shuiling gave him a look of approval.

Gong Qianyu was calm on the face, but very happy on the inside. My daughter-in-law felt that she was useful, which was great.

Shuiling took her daughter to worship, looked at Wuchen who had just finished reciting the sutra, and mouthed: "Your sutras are of no use at all."

Wuchen was stunned, not knowing whether she meant it was useless to the soul, or something else.

Seeing that Shui Ling was about to leave, he anxiously grabbed her sleeve and said, "Don't go."

Shui Ling was dumbfounded, the monk dared to pull the woman's sleeve? What would happen if he screamed indecent assault?

Wuchen was anxious and bent down to salute her, "Please ask the female donor to clarify her doubts."

Shui Ling was stunned.

The people exploded.

Oh my God, someone who is like a god in their hearts actually salutes a little girl and asks for advice. How is this possible?

Shui Ling was not afraid of being watched, but the situation was really embarrassing now. She said, "Master, please follow me first. I also have to arrange for my daughter."

"Okay!" Wuchen nodded and followed obediently.

Gong Qianyu asked unhappily: "Why do you want him to follow? Don't you hate him?"

Shui Ling nodded, "I hate him, but he is good-looking."

Gong Qianyu, "..." I'm not good-looking?

The water spirit handle passed across his chin, and the new stubble scratched his hand a little, "Look, you are not as good-looking as him now."

"..." Gong Qianyu gritted his teeth and said nothing.

There was no need to tease the young husband on the street, so the four of them returned to Buzhuang. Shuiling wrote a few words on the door, "Closed for rectification."

After entering the cloth village, Shuiling helped her to pack her things. She could no longer live here, so she found some money and daily necessities and took her back to the backyard of the new house.

Nannan was a little restrained, so Shuiling asked her younger siblings to play with her first, since they all had to go to school anyway.

Shui Ling glanced at Wuchen who was following closely, and had no choice but to invite him to sit in the flower hall.

She took out the tea-making tools and brewed a pot of Qingxin tea.

Wuchen took the tea and took a sip, and asked in surprise: "This is Qingxin tea, which is hard to find in the capital."

"Huh? This tea is just for refreshing, why is it so expensive?" Shui Ling hadn't paid attention to the market price of tea for a long time.

Wuchen put down the tea cup gracefully and said: "Whether it is a temple or a Taoist temple, everyone likes this Qingxin tea very much. Drinking one cup during cultivation can help people get twice the result with half the effort."

"Oh..." Shui Ling suddenly felt that her father should have a lot of private money, and she would have to talk to her mother later.

Wuchen couldn't wait to ask: "The girl said that my scriptures are useless. I wonder why they are useless?"

Shui Ling looked sideways, with disgust flashing in his eyes, "The pronunciation of your scripture is wrong. If the pronunciation is wrong, then the corresponding word is not that word."

"And you used force to pull the little soul out. Do you still have any conscience?"

Wuchen's face turned red, "But the poor monk just wants to take her back for salvation."

Shui Ling sneered, "Save her, did I save her?"

Wuchen shook his head. He used not only the talisman but also the magic weapon to reluctantly pull out the little soul and trap her, but the girl sent her away with just a few words...

Shuiling discovered the problem and asked: "Wuchen, did you grow up in a monastery since you were a child?"

"Yes, the abbot said that I was thrown at the gate of the temple right after I was born. Master fed me with rice soup." Wuchen replied.

Shui Ling nodded, "You had an encounter with Wu Yuan in the temple we passed by. If so, then you did the right thing."

"After all, if you see a little soul with a deep obsession, you must take action. Otherwise, over time, it will become more attached to the mortal world and turn into a weird thing."

She paused and then said: "Actually, you should ask her why she stayed, what other obsessions she has, or what wishes she has yet to fulfill."

"If you can help, then help. If you can't help, just discuss it. If you are really messy and vicious..."

She paused, wondering whether she should teach him this way.

Wuchen said with insight: "When we encounter difficult situations, we should try our best to satisfy them, right?"

Shui Ling's eyes widened, "I'm satisfied..." She hurriedly drank the tea and said that she had to change her habit of swearing frequently.

Looking at Wuchen's earnest eyes, she said: "The only way we can beat that kind of stubborn one is to beat it to death until it becomes obedient."

"But there is that kind of magnetic field... It is extremely powerful. We can't defeat it, and if it affects our lives, our lives are in danger, so we should run away quickly."

"You can keep the green hills without worrying about having firewood, so you don't have to worry about losing face. As long as you are alive, you will have a way to defeat it."

Wuchen listened very carefully.

Shui Ling had calmed down, and seeing the other person's good attitude, she felt a little good again. She covered her mouth with her hand and asked Gong Qianyu, "Who is he?"

Gong Qianyu smiled and said: "The current abbot's uncle of Anguo Temple is already a master of subduing demons at the age of 25. People in the capital want him to give him a ride, but he doesn't buy it."

Shui Ling stuck out her tongue in surprise, "I didn't offend him, did I?"

"How could that be? You should know his temper." Gong Qianyu said.

Shui Ling nodded. To be honest, when he saw the woman's body being burnt and her daughter crying heartbrokenly, she lost her mind, but she really couldn't control her temper at that time.

Wuchen listened to the conversation between the two, and he smiled slightly, "Don't worry, female donor. I want to thank you for your teachings, which let me know how to deal with these souls that refuse to leave."

"The poor monk has never considered the wishes of these souls before. If you think about it carefully, you have actually made a lot of mistakes."

Shui Ling felt a little embarrassed. Compared with others, she became an uncultured brat.

"Master's words are serious. The little girl has a bad temper and makes Master laugh." Shui Ling stood up and saluted. The other party was indeed a person worthy of respect. This had nothing to do with status.

Wuchen stood up and bowed in return, "There's nothing wrong with a girl's free and honest nature. I still owe my daughter an apology."

Shui Ling nodded, "Indeed, I will forgive you." If he forgives so quickly, will he be misunderstood by others for clinging to power?

The three of them left the flower hall and found their daughter who was writing quietly.
Chapter completed!