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Xu Man also reached out her hand, "It's so beautiful and warm, like the sun shining on you."

"It is merit," Changxi raised her hand, and the golden light slipped from her fingertips as she explained, "The more merit one accumulates in one's lifetime, the longer this light lasts, and the more useful it becomes."

"Useful?" Lu Wenli asked. "What for?"

"The merits accumulated during one's lifetime can ensure that one will not suffer after death and will be reborn into a good family. The abbot is using his life's merits to eliminate the karmic obstacles and resentment of these twenty-eight female ghosts, so that they can be reborn smoothly."

Why does this scene make me want to cry?

Me too, a demon from a temple produced a living Buddha.

[This humble monk's Dharma name is Liaowu: Abbot, you are truly compassionate.]

"Abbot, once you've scattered all your merits, without the protection of those merits, your soul will dissipate," Changxi warned.

The abbot let all his merits dissipate, and said with a smile: "Not seeking personal gain, but wishing for the happiness of all; not seeking happiness for myself, but wishing that all beings may be free from suffering."

He Yin touched her completely healed face, then bent down and spat something out.

They were other ghosts she had eaten.

The female ghosts touched their newly grown eyes, ears, hands, and feet, their faces beaming with smiles.

They all regained their most beautiful appearance from when they were alive.

The female ghosts all knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Abbot, you are merciful. We will never forget your great kindness."

"Only by letting go of attachments can one be reborn in the Pure Land," the abbot's figure gradually faded away.

"Will he die?" Lu Wenli asked, choking back tears.

"Everyone dies eventually," Chang Xi said quietly, gazing at the gold dust dissipating in the air, as if she had already foreseen her own end.

"Abbot!" the female ghosts cried out.

Such a good person is about to die.

Everyone burst into tears as they watched the abbot disappear.

A chorus of sobs filled the air.

[Waaaaah~ I don't want the abbot to die!]

[Could I deduct 1 to switch the abbot back?]

A golden tear slowly fell from the Buddha statue in the main hall.

The tears turned into droplets, fell to the ground, and transformed into a golden Buddha statue.

Chang Xi stepped forward, picked up the Buddha statue, and said, "This is a dragon and elephant."

"If you wish to become a great figure in Buddhism, you must first serve as a beast of burden for all beings," Changxi said, holding up a Buddha statue. "You can make offerings to the abbot; he will transform into a Buddha over time."

Mr. and Mrs. He accepted the dragon and elephant statues and solemnly said, "Thank you, Abbot, for protecting my child. We will definitely make offerings to them properly."

"Come with me?" Chang Xi beckoned, "I'll send you to be reincarnated."

The female ghosts followed closely behind her, like children.

Xu Man handed the memory card to the police officer, saying, "Good luck!"

Hao Ren asked, "You're leaving already?"

Chang Xi patted him on the shoulder sympathetically: "Director, you're really unlucky. I don't know if you can save this show."

Hao Ren was prepared: "Our program is broadcast on foreign websites, so it won't be affected."

"Oh, right," Chang Xi nodded, then hesitated, "Also, run! It'll be too late if we don't run now."

Why?

He Yin glanced back and said, "Because I let you go, but they might not let you go."

"Huh?" Hao Ren turned around.

The evil temple men who killed the women were surrounded by ghosts who rushed forward, eager to devour them.

"Help!"

Everyone scattered and fled!

Chang Xi dragged his suitcase and ran out, shouting, "Come on, beauties, get into my ring!"

All twenty-eight female ghosts entered Chang Xi's ring.

"I'll wait a few days. These beautiful women's families are still alive; they can come and see them off!"

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When Chang Xi got home, he opened the door and let the female ghosts out first before putting down his luggage. "I'll pack my things first, you can play by yourself."

A female ghost and a girl named Xixi were wandering around this small villa.

"Master Chang, you must be very rich," a young woman said. "House prices in City A are not cheap, and this is a small villa with green tiles and blue bricks. It's really beautiful."

"I'm penniless, but I can still afford to feed you guys," Chang Xi said, taking out a few bags of snacks, taking three incense sticks, lighting them with a flick of his wrist, and sticking them into the snacks. "Have something to eat, and I'll order takeout for you tonight."

"Order takeout?" Xixi asked. "My aunts say takeout isn't hygienic."

"I can't cook either. So what if it's unhygienic? It won't kill me anyway," Chang Xi said, lighting three more incense sticks to offer incense to the memorial tablet.

A sweet-looking girl approached, "There are so many memorial tablets, but why aren't there any names?"

Only then did everyone notice that there were hundreds of memorial tablets in the main hall, but apart from the Three Pure Ones, none of the others had names.

"Because I don't remember," Chang Xi said in a low voice, as if she were sad.

She remembers, but cannot write it down.

People from another world shouldn't exist in this world.

Although no one knew what had happened, they all tacitly agreed not to mention it, so as not to hurt her feelings.

"One, two, three," Xixi raised her hand and counted one by one, "Thirty-two, thirty-three... one hundred and seven, there are one hundred and seven!"

"Xixi is so great, she can count to more than a hundred now," Changxi said with a smile, patting her head.

Although the count was wrong.

Upon receiving the remittances from the Lu and Chen families, Chang Xi's smile grew even brighter.

In the past two days, the female ghost's family members have been arriving one after another, bringing large and small bags of gifts.

When the Lu family of three arrived, they almost couldn't squeeze in.

"So many people?" Lu Wenli glanced at the scene in the courtyard and said, "And ghosts too."

Mr. and Mrs. Lu shuddered.

Chang Xi refused to accept any gifts. "Everyone, quiet down!"

The group of dozens of people quieted down.

Chang Xi took a breath and said, "Listen to me, everyone. I wasn't of much help this time. The matter of praying for your sisters and daughters is just a small thing and not worth you sending me these things."

If you really want to give something, you can buy some incense and offer it to the abbot; he's done a lot of work for him!

"Master, don't worry, we also remember the abbot's share, this is yours!" someone called out.

A wealthy woman said, "Since the master insists on not accepting the gift, he must have his own rules. We won't force you. Please don't hesitate to ask if you ever need our help!"

"Don't be shy with us!"

"Alright, alright!" Chang Xi controlled the situation with both hands. "Let's get down to business first, shall we? Everyone, say goodbye, it's time for us to go."

Everyone quickly began to sob and cry.

In the end, only Xixi's parents didn't come. According to the female ghosts, she was a woman who had died before, and she accidentally became pregnant in the prison cell. Since there was no way to have an abortion, she gave birth to the child.

The woman died too young, her soul had long since departed, so she was raised by female ghosts.

"XiXi, it's your turn."

Xixi looked up and said, "Sister, I have a little secret to tell you."

"What secret?" Chang Xi squatted down to be at eye level with her.

"I kept dreaming about a little boy," Xixi said. "He asked me to save him."

Chang Xi frowned slightly. "What little boy? What does he look like?"