Soon, a heavy, aged, and slightly regretful voice of an old man sounded over there:
"Mrs. Huo, good evening."
Obviously, the other party knew about Huo Shenxiu's recent death.
Su Mi calmly said: "Master Huiyuan, can you arrive tomorrow morning?"
"Can."
"Okay, I will send someone to pick you up and take you to Huo's hotel. Let's talk about it after we meet."
…
After making the phone call, Su Mi turned off the light and went to bed.
He conveniently held a porcelain altar next to the pillow that felt warm and cool to the touch.
In the jar are some of his ashes.
After the cremation, she took away part of it and placed it in a porcelain altar.
During these days, I can only sleep for a while by holding this bottle.
Otherwise, you won't be able to sleep at night at all.
Today is no exception.
She arched her body, hugging the porcelain altar tightly in her arms, as if she was still hugging him, and closed her eyes:
"Good night, second uncle."
**
The next day, the five-star hotel under the Huo Group, the presidential suite.
Master Huiyuan was very calm, sitting on the sofa in the living room, eyes half-closed, cultivating his health and recuperating.
The accompanying assistant on the side asked curiously: "Master, just after Mr. Huo passed away, Mrs. Huo invited you here. Are you planning to give Mr. Huo salvation?"
After the death of many wealthy people, it is common for their families to ask senior officials to arrange water and land ashrams to offer salvation to the deceased and allow them to reach bliss as early as possible.
However, Master Huiyuan has not helped people perform such rituals in recent years.
This time, as soon as Mrs. Huo made a call, the master rushed to Tancheng, which was considered a great honor.
Huiyuan didn't move his eyelids and just continued to close his eyes to rest.
After a while, there was a knock on the door.
The assistant hurriedly opened the door and saw a distressingly thin figure standing in the corridor outside the door.
The plain white dress shows the identity of the widow.
The style was obviously not too loose, but it was baggy when worn on her body. It was obvious that she had lost a lot of weight.
No makeup is applied, and the eyebrows and eyes are as clean as pear blossoms.
No wonder they say that if you want to be pretty, be filial.
He didn't bring anyone with him, so he seemed to be here alone.
The assistant will be stunned for a while.
During these days, news about the death of the chairman of the Huo Group was aroused on the Internet.
Regarding Mrs. Huo, the Internet generally adopts a sympathetic and pitiful attitude.
But there are also netizens who are envious of this young and beautiful actress.
After all, this Mrs. Huo inherited almost all of Mr. Huo's net worth. Not only did she own the largest shareholding of the Huo family, but she also managed most of the properties in the Datuk House of Country M on behalf of her son. The young son would also take over the throne in place of his father in the future.
A noble person.
This woman, only in her twenties, already has assets worth hundreds of billions, becoming one of the richest people in the country, and will also be one of the most powerful people in Country M in the future.
For a time, titles such as "the richest and most beautiful widow in the country" were ascribed to her by netizens.
But, is such wealth and power really what she wants?
Not many women in the world want it.
The assistant looked at the thin, thin young widowed woman in front of him, sighed with regret and pity in his heart, and made a gesture to invite in:
"Mrs. Huo, the master is inside."
Su Mi went in, saw Master Huiyuan, and whispered: "Master."
Huiyuan opened his eyes, stood up, and clasped his palms together: "Mrs. Huo, my condolences."
Su Mi sat opposite him: "Thank you for your hard work, please fly to Tancheng this time."
"Does Mrs. Huo want to pray for Mr. Huo?"
But the woman in front of him shook his head: "No. I have a problem and I want to ask the master for advice."
Huiyuan seemed to have guessed it. Not surprisingly, he sent his assistant out and said, "Please tell me."
Su Mi stopped beating around the bush:
"I hope my husband survives."
Although Hui Yuan had known that she would make some unexpected requests, he did not expect it to be this kind of thing. He kept his body still and then said silently:
"Mrs. Huo, life, old age, illness and death are indeed unacceptable, but I still advise you to let it go and stop thinking about impossible things..."
Su Mi's eyes were sparkling and her tone was firm:
"No, it's not impossible."
"Master, you know my experience very well. You said, since I, a person of two lives, have been reborn once, is it possible for me to be reborn a second time?"
Huiyuan was certain and looked straight at her: "What do you mean..."
Su Mi said calmly:
"If the second master had had the operation four years ago, he might not have died. Tell me, if someone had reminded him and persuaded him to have the operation four years ago, would the outcome now be different?"
"If I could be born again and go back to four years ago, I advised the second master to have the surgery in advance. Do you think... would I have a chance to change the second master's fate?"
Huiyuan took a deep breath.
Su Mi knew that if the eminent monk in front of her wasn't used to seeing weird things, and if he didn't know her experience clearly, he would probably call and drag her to a mental hospital right now.
After a while, Hui Yuan sighed: "Rebirth as a human being depends entirely on chance and coincidence. It only happens once in a million. How can it happen again so easily?"
"Others can't do it, but maybe I'm different." Su Mi told everything about Zong Lu.
All, everything, everything.
The core of Zonglu is Zhao Chuli, the ancestor of the Zhao family.
The grudges between Zhao Chuli and Changnan King Zongyin.
Later, it was because his wife fed him the elixir of immortality refined for the emperor that he was able to live in another person's body after death.
And Zong Lu mentioned that in her previous life, she was married to Zong Yin, and after her death, she was also fed elixirs by him.
As the elderly monk listened, his breathing gradually became concentrated, but the beads in his hand were rapidly turning between his fingertips.
Su Mi whispered:
"After being reborn, I have been thinking that maybe there is a reason why I was reborn. Nothing in this world happens without a reason. There must be a cause and an effect."
"Later I heard Alu tell the truth, and then I guessed that if I was really married to Zongyin in one of my lives, would it be because I had taken the immortality pill that I had the ability to be reborn?"
"That elixir, when taken by different people, has different consequences. For example, Alu, after he takes it, his soul will exist forever, and after I take it, I have the ability to be reborn in every life. Master, what do you say?
, is this possible?"
"If it is as I guessed, my rebirth was due to this elixir, then since I have been reborn once, then it is very likely that it will not be just once."
"I want to do it again. I want to go back to four years ago and let him have the surgery as soon as possible. This can save his life."
Huiyuan stared at the determined young widow in front of her.
It seems that she has already decided.
I didn't call him here just because I wanted to hear his opinion.
I just want to tell her my decision and seek final peace of mind.
He sighed deeply: "You know what you are talking about? Even if you can be reborn again, if you want to be reborn, you must first..."