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There were only three people left in the original team of four, and the fisherman left. He said that he still had things to do. Racha didn't know what he would face when he went back, but from Shenlong's words, he felt that the fisherman should face many dangers.

However, with the addition of the monk, it became four more people,

"May the spirit of nature bless you, fisherman."

At the juncture of parting, Racha said to him.

The fisherman laughed: "My full name is not Fisherman, but it's too troublesome to say it in the Ionian language, so you have been calling me Fisherman all these years, just call me Kedar. May you be like Frey. Eljord's ice is strong, goodbye, my friend."

And just like that, he left.

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Back to the village again, it was already September. Trees and weeds grow wildly, and the fields are full of shadows of weeds. Racha also saw some animals running through it. There is only silence left.

The monk put down the package in his hand. He squinted at the sky, and then sat on the ground: "Wait until tonight, and we will officially be over."

Jie and Shen's eyes were quite complicated. They looked at the uninhabited houses in the village, and the two of them remained silent all the time.

Racha pushed open the door of his house, and there was dust everywhere. But fortunately, no deer or other things broke in, at least how those things were placed when he left, and now he is obediently staying in place.

He sighed, walked to his bed, picked up a very worn wooden windmill, and said, "Father, I did it."

"I successfully found a monk who is willing to save everyone. As for the summoning... the murderer is dead, we didn't even go to him. Originally, I was ready to give my life, but you are right, the preparation will always only be It can be prepared in advance.”

"I don't know how you're doing with your mother over there, but I hope you're all well. Soon, I'll be leaving the village too. I don't know where I'm going, maybe to Suji Temple and become a walking monk? I don't know, I hope you can bless me."

Time passed quickly, and the night was just about to come.

The monk woke up from his meditation and stood up. Racha, Jie, and Shen, who had been prepared long ago, greeted him. Racha asked, "Do you need anything else? I've heard that monks need some utensils for their extravagance."

"No, I don't need anything." The monk smiled peacefully, and he came to the cemetery by the river like a prophet.

A trickle of energy began to gather around him, and Racha felt that the cold night was getting hotter. The monk's body radiated golden light, which matched his image, and looked like a statue of a **** or an ancestor enshrined in a temple.

He put his hands together and bowed his head reverently.

Some animals began to walk out of the nearby woods. Deer, wolves, squirrels, and even poisonous snakes are slowly creeping in. But they didn't attack each other, or screamed restlessly. They stood there as if they had been invited to watch. The branches of the nearby tree trunks were full of birds that Racha could not name, and the tree closest to them sprouted a new bud in an instant.

The monk sighed sadly and took off his sackcloth jacket: "O innocents who died by the fault of others, long-sleeping dead, I beg you... I beg you to devote yourself to bliss, Go to reciprocal life."

Racha felt his hair stand on end, and his hands and feet seemed to be numb. Because of the rest of the village, the souls of the sixty-three dead were slowly rising up on their graves. Slowly drilling out from the simple wooden tombstone, the illusory blue body was filled with resentment towards the living.

But they didn't start moving, but just stood there stiffly. The sadness in the monk's eyes grew stronger and stronger, and he even shed tears, as if empathizing with what had happened to them.

"Although I can't understand your pain...but I am willing to bear it for you." He closed his eyes and wept, the golden light on his body became stronger and stronger, and after reaching a certain point, it turned into a white fluorescent light . Lighting up the night sky, pink petals from out of nowhere enveloped this river beach cemetery with the airflow.

"I only ask you to let go of your hatred and move towards bliss," he continued, and at the same time, a wraith screamed, and Racha recognized him immediately. It was Leeteuk who lived at the end of the village, and he pounced on the monk, and his illusory body passed through him.

The monk groaned, and a shallow white mark appeared on his throat. Racha felt a sudden shudder, and he shuddered at his terrible guess—what if it was what he thought?

Leeteuk died because his throat was cut.

After passing through the monks, Lit slowly disappeared. His pale blue spirit body turned into a burst of white light and gradually floated into the sky.

The next half hour was the most difficult time in Racha's life so far. He watched helplessly as the resentful spirits of his villagers passed through the monk's body one by one. He took all the pain, cut his throat, stabbed his heart, or suffocated.

No matter what the pain, he didn't move a step. Just standing in place with folded hands, Jie Yushen had already turned his back. They kept chanting scriptures in their mouths.

Racha watched all this in awe, and he looked at the monk with concern. He never knew that such a thing would happen to the supernatural, what if he died because of his own reasons? In that case, Racha will never forgive himself.

But the monk did not die.

After the sixty-three resentful souls disappeared, the monk opened his eyes. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com The white light slowly dissipated, and the petals fell to the ground. The animals all chirped, and then slowly disappeared into the woods, and even the snake spit at him.

Racha hurried to the monk's side, trying to support him. was rejected.

"No, Racha. Don't touch me or you'll hurt," he said.

Racha saw that there were large tattoos on his chest and back at some point, mysterious patterns intertwined with ancient characters to form a scroll. Just one glance made Racha dizzy.

The monk said to him: "The people in your village died innocently, and they are full of resentment because they have died for too long without being saved. I have no choice but to absorb the painful memory of their death and keep it in myself. .Only in this way can they go to another life."

He put on his clothes, coughed twice, and his whole body became much weaker: "This way, the matter is over. I'm going back to the Chanyuan, so let's go."

After the monk finished speaking, he carried the package and left without hesitation.

It wasn't until his figure slowly disappeared that Racha, who was standing still, remembered that he never asked Racha for anything in return.