"It turns out it's Master Hongji. Da below, you're so polite."

I followed the rules of the world taught by my grandmother and met the master.

Speaking of my late grandmother, she was still quite famous in this Niu Shi City.

When I was young, I heard a neighbor talk about it. He said that my grandmother was a famous goddess, and the wreath and shroud were just decorations. Her real ability was to be able to communicate with yin and yang, and her special skill was 'asking for rice'.

This so-called asking for rice is a unique skill that is passed down from female to male.

Anyway, I didn't learn anything.

According to folklore, there are many rules when it comes to holding a ceremony. You have to avoid a bunch of irrelevant people, and you have to choose a suitable time to open the altar.

You need to place a bowl of white rice refined with magic power in front of you, chant the incantation, burn the talisman, and sprinkle the white rice, which can induce the soul of the deceased to temporarily return to the earth from the underworld and attach itself to Wen Mi Po, and

Relatives and friends from the dead world meet and answer many questions.

It can also indicate good or bad luck, which is amazing!

The neighbor said it has a nose and eyes, but I don't think so.

I asked my grandmother about this later, and she smiled and replied that those were rumors spread by others, so I should not believe them easily.

Grandma repeatedly emphasized that there are no ghosts in this world! Where does the question of rice come from?

Once I thought that this was indeed the case, I put it in the back of my mind.

But now, it's different.

A series of strange events occurred that impacted my outlook on life.

To be honest, now I can't believe that there is no dirt in the world like I used to.

On the contrary, he was extremely suspicious.

"It would be great if grandma is still here. You can ask her for advice."

With this thought in my heart, I secretly looked at Master Hongji who suddenly appeared, and judged whether he was a swindling charlatan?

Judging from his appearance alone, this man looks like an eminent monk and has an indescribable aura about him, which is very reassuring.

It's as if there is an invisible and intangible force field around the other party, which can make frightened people feel at ease.

Not to mention anything else, just this feeling makes people subconsciously want to believe in him.

But after all, my grandmother had told many anecdotes about the world, and a clever liar could pretend to be compassionate, so I was secretly wary.

"I wonder where the master came from and where he went?"

I questioned him tentatively.

"A poor monk travels around the mortal world, taking things as he goes, without any predetermined goals. This vast world of mortals is the place of practice for the poor monk."

Hongji took a sip of tea and spoke without missing a beat.

"Master, what do you think there is something wrong with this store?"

I nodded and brought the conversation to this point.

"Amitabha, the almsgiver, the poor monk, whose Taoism is shallow, can only see some signs.

This is a shroud shop, where you welcome people and send them off. You are used to seeing life and death in the world, so it is understandable that the Yin Qi is heavier than other places;

But when the poor monk passed by the door of this store, his heart suddenly palpitated, and an unspeakable sense of terror hit his soul. This shocked the poor monk!

Afterwards, the poor monk activated the Buddhist ‘Celestial Eye’ to observe the store.

To explain, this poor monk has only scratched the surface of how to practice clairvoyance and is not proficient in it. There are not many experts in the world who can practice clairvoyance to the highest level.

According to legend, Tathagata Buddha can see the whole world in an instant using his clairvoyance, and can also see into all realms of yin and yang. A poor monk can never reach this level. Please don't misunderstand this.

In short, with his fur-level eyes opened, the poor monk could faintly see the resentment lingering in this place. There seemed to be a woman in white clothes covered in blood, holding a dead baby with a purple face in her arms, staying here and unwilling to leave.

It looks like a mother and her son died due to injustice.

The strange thing is that their resentment is not directed at the shop owner, because the poor monk cannot feel the murderous intention.

Ashamed, I am a poor monk who does not have deep spiritual knowledge. After opening his clairvoyance for a few seconds, I will be unable to see through anything else.

Just as the door of the shop opened, the poor monk saw the donor.

It's obvious that you are the reason why the mother and son who died unjustly stayed here. You can confirm this just by looking at the black aura lingering between your brows.

We, the Buddha, are merciful and we are destined to meet each other.

Now that we have encountered a poor monk, why should we ignore it? What Buddhism emphasizes is to save all living beings and resolve disasters for all living beings, Amitabha."

The monk clasped his hands to me.

My hair almost stood up in shock.

"This monk is truly capable."

These words jumped in my heart, because I had never told anyone about the scene of Yao Manzhu holding the dead baby, which eliminated the possibility that the monk would know from other channels that I had seen the vision.

In other words, if he really saw the mother and son, what kind of clairvoyance was he using?

The key is that he has only scratched the surface of his clairvoyance and can see this. I really can’t imagine what kind of supernatural powers he will have if he practices to the realm of Dacheng.

"Master is indeed an expert. In that case, please listen to me."

At this time, I don't care about the threats from the Yao family. With the eminent monk around, I must tell the truth.

Just as he was about to speak, he stopped talking.

After thinking about it for a while, I got up and closed the door of the store, and hung a "temporary business" sign outside. Then I sat down next to the monk, took a sip of tea to moisten my throat, and recalled the evil things I encountered on the evening of the eighth day of the lunar month.

Speak carefully and let the other person listen.

I heard several reminders at the street corner, and soon after I encountered Yao Manzhu and her son falling from a building. The two faces upstairs that could not be seen clearly, as well as my psychological activities at that time, were all revealed without any concealment.

When talking about the situation when Yao Manzhu asked me to help her take revenge when she had continuous nightmares in the hospital, Hongji, who had always been expressionless, also frowned.

But he didn't interrupt me.

If so, I kept talking about everything after I was discharged from the hospital.

Including the process of two mysterious people in Nuo masks, a man and a woman, suddenly appearing in the store to make threats, the process is clearly explained.

When I finished speaking, the store fell into silence.

Master Hongji closed his eyes for a long time, then suddenly opened his eyes and looked: "Donor Fang, things seem very clear;

If your prediction is correct, you failed to see clearly that those two faces on the balcony of the fourteenth floor of the shopping mall should be the culprits who killed Yao Manzhu and her son!

The reason why Ms. Yao is following you is because she wants you to help her uncover the villain.

The difficulty in this matter is that there are shadows of the Yao family behind it.

The Yao family has great influence and deep roots in Niushi City, and the head of the family seems to not want outsiders to interfere in this matter.

If the poor monk is not mistaken, Yao Kun, the head of the Yao family, is concentrating his efforts on investigating the death of his daughter.

But the strange thing is that Ms. Yao Manzhu did not seek out her powerful father to avenge the murderer, but asked you to come here? This is incredible. "

Hong Ji frowned, very puzzled.
Chapter completed!