After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

Upon hearing this, Xie Jinchen withdrew his gaze from the doorway and slowly placed it on Jiang Dusheng's slightly furrowed brows.

He didn't answer immediately, but naturally raised his hand and tucked a stray strand of hair that had slipped down her cheek behind her ear.

His fingertips brushed against her slightly cool earlobe without any intimacy, yet there was an undeniable intimacy between them.

After making this subtle movement, he spoke, his voice low and steady, "No. Those who cultivate the Tao should avoid getting involved in karma indiscriminately, and especially avoid judging others by their own standards and taking on their burdens."

"Your guidance has already shown your kindness and sense of duty. If, out of momentary compassion, you were to attempt to alter the fate of others and reverse the inevitable dissipation of their souls, that would be an act of usurpation."

Xie Jinchen looked at her, his eyes deep, as if he could see through to the rare hint of self-doubt beneath her cool exterior:

"Jiang Dusheng, in the end, people have to ferry themselves across. You have provided the ferry crossing, pointed out the direction, and even pointed out the hidden reefs and storms. That is enough."

"If you force someone to cross to the other side, what you are ferrying is not them, but your own obsession."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Dusheng was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting him to say something so insightful.

A corner of my heart seemed to be gently touched, causing subtle ripples.

Almost instinctively, she reached out and grabbed Xie Jinchen's arm, her fingertips applying slight pressure. Through his sleeve, she could feel the firm muscles in his forearm.

Her eyes were bright and clear, shining with the light of discovering a treasure, as she looked directly into his eyes. "Xie Jinchen, are you really not considering becoming a monk? Your temperament and understanding are far superior to Shi Qinglian's."

The question came abruptly, but it was a genuine expression of her amazement.

With such a mind and understanding, if he were to enter the Buddhist order, wouldn't he be able to become a great monk?

Xie Jinchen was taken aback by her sudden question, then chuckled softly.

The laughter resonated from his chest, carrying a deep, resonant quality.

Instead of pulling his arm away, he leaned slightly closer to her, taking advantage of her grip.

Xie Jinchen's breath brushed against her smooth bangs, his voice as light as a feather brushing against her ear, yet each word struck her heart heavily, carrying a sense of declaration:

"While I'm glad to hear you say that, I... won't consider it."

He paused, his gaze locking onto Jiang Dusheng's eyes, which were so close to his own, and there was nothing else reflected in them.

"because…"

Xie Jinchen deliberately slowed his speech, each word seeming to be carefully ground between his lips and teeth, carrying a scorching heat:

"My six senses are not pure."

Jiang Dusheng looked at Xie Jinchen's handsome face that suddenly approached, and saw her own slightly stunned reflection in his deep eyes.

They were so close that she could even feel his warm breath brushing against her forehead, bringing a slight tickle.

The cinnabar mole between his brows seemed to be ignited by this aura, becoming even hotter, causing his heartbeat to lose its rhythm.

She tilted her head slightly, a little uneasy, and subconsciously shook Xie Jinchen's arm, pointing to her smooth forehead with her other finger:

"Xie Jinchen, look quickly, is it possible that I'm growing a third eye here? Why is it so hot?"

She had cultivated for many years, and any unusual physical symptoms were usually related to spiritual energy. This inexplicable burning sensation was something she had never experienced before.

Upon hearing this, Xie Jinchen's expression immediately turned serious. He disregarded the subtle atmosphere from before and focused intently on examining her forehead.

The cinnabar birthmark was deep red, without any unusual markings, but... it seemed to be a little shinier than usual, like a small, burning spark.

"I can't see anything unusual." He frowned slightly, reaching out to touch it, but then hesitated, afraid of abruptly causing something to happen. His fingertips hovered in mid-air. "Should I go and fetch a royal physician immediately to take a look?"

His tone revealed undisguised worry.

Jiang Dusheng rubbed his forehead; the burning sensation seemed to subside slightly with her touch, but the warmth remained.

She shook her head: "No need to trouble yourself, the imperial physicians wouldn't know anything about these things. In a few days, after I've finished dealing with the matters in Willow Village, I'll go back to the temple and ask my senior brother, perhaps he can know."

"I don't know what's wrong with me lately, either my heart is racing or my forehead is burning, it's really strange."

Upon hearing this, Xie Jinchen grabbed the wrist of the woman who was rubbing her forehead. "Let's go now. I'll go with you."

Jiang Dusheng grabbed his hand, not with much force, but with determination, "There's no rush. After I finish dealing with the matters in Willow Village, I'll go back to the temple on the way."

Her eyes were clear and reassuring. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Xie Jinchen looked at her determined eyes and finally sighed, releasing his grip. "Alright. But if you feel unwell, tell me immediately."

This time, Jiang Dusheng didn't object and nodded.

As night fell, Yi Che sent someone to invite Xie Jinchen and Jiang Dusheng to the house next door.

Wang Dazhuang and Ruan Guyan also went along.

As soon as Jiang Dusheng stepped into the house, he stopped in his tracks.

Overnight, the entire mansion was transformed into a sea of ​​red.

New red silk hung under the eaves, and bright red "囍" characters were pasted on the doors and windows.

In the center of the courtyard stood a square table covered with a large red tablecloth, on which a pair of thick dragon and phoenix wedding candles were burning brightly, illuminating the entire courtyard with a warm glow.

Yi Che wanted to hold a wedding with Jiang Shuangjiang before she took her revenge, hoping to use the most solemn ceremony to bind her to the last vestige of her attachment to the world.

Yi Che, dressed in a brand-new red wedding gown, stood where the candlelight was brightest.

He saw Jiang Dusheng and the others, bowed respectfully, and tried to force a smile, but it appeared somewhat stiff due to nervousness and sorrow.

"Everyone has arrived. Tonight is my wedding night with Shuang'er. Preparations have been hasty, and we humbly request that you all be our witnesses."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the main room opened slightly, and Jiang Shuangjiang, dressed in an equally gorgeous wedding gown, slowly walked out.

Her wedding dress was as red as fire, making her solid soul appear less pale and more breathtakingly vibrant.

She looked at the dazzling red filling the courtyard, and at Yi Che, dressed in wedding attire, gazing intently at her, her eyes filled with tenderness and reluctance.

"Ah Che, you don't have to do this. I..." Her voice choked with emotion.

Yi Che quickly stepped forward, reached out and cupped her face in his hands, his gesture full of tenderness:

"Shuang'er, all you need to do tonight is wait for the auspicious hour. This is the only thing I can do for you, and it is my greatest wish."

He tried to smile, but his eyes welled up with tears.

Jiang Dusheng watched this scene with a sigh, and said, "If Young Master Yi doesn't mind, Dazhuang..."

She pointed to Wang Dazhuang beside her, "He's seen a lot of things in his life, so he can temporarily act as the master of ceremonies and shout a few words of the ceremony."

Yi Che quickly replied, "Not at all! How could I possibly mind!"