A master of metaphysics is farming.

Chapter 159 Whose fault is it?

“Longguang Temple Xiangling”.

The hand holding the hairpin froze, and Xiang He frowned. "How old was he then?"

“He was about seventeen or eighteen years old,” the woman said, swaying slightly. “I remember he was a wandering monk back then, and he offered himself up to us. Later, I don’t know how, he suddenly entered Longguang Temple.”

"Then how do you know his name is Xiang Ling?"

Logically speaking, the name Xiang Ling was given to him after he entered Longguang Temple; his previous name should not have been this.

The woman's figure gradually shortened, and she squatted down to look at her own skeleton. "Fang Zhongtang mentioned it once, and I was wandering around here, so naturally I could hear it."

Xiang Hehan frowned, turned to look at Fang Zhongtang, and met Shen Zhuoci's gaze as she glanced at his face.

He happened to walk by at that moment. "Finished picking them up?"

"Yes, the lady stabbed her forehead bone, and Vice Minister Fang smothered her to death. The two were buried together here. Later, a magic array was set up to suppress the wronged souls, which were sealed away for more than ten years."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhuoci, as always, composed himself and said, "I've noted it down. Is there anything else I need to prepare?"

Xiang He didn't answer, but looked at the woman and asked, "Do you have any family? Should we send someone to inform them? After all, your remains need to be laid to rest."

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of the woman's lips. "Back then, I had no one else at home, so I came to the capital to stay with my cousin. I never imagined I would still die in a foreign land..."

She relaxed her shoulders and nodded slightly. "Daoist Master, could you please not send us away yet? I want to see them receive their just deserts before I can finally put my mind at ease."

She was fixated on her beliefs and unwilling to leave.

Xiang He understood her feelings and tilted her head to look at the small figure under the eaves behind her. "You took good care of him. Even though you were full of resentment, you didn't let him get any of it. It's a good thing that you've done a good deed."

The birth of a fetus born from the Yin is inherently ferocious, but he is innocent and pure, without any evil or resentment on his body. Even the King of Hell would have to praise him.

"If he can get better, then I can get better."

As a mother, I naturally hope that my child will be well.

Xiang He nodded in agreement, "Your Highness, prepare a coffin."

Shen Zhuoci overheard her conversation with the female ghost. "Alright, you should hurry up and get ready to go back. This matter won't involve you. If we mention you again in the future, it will just be a formality. Just tell the truth."

"Okay, you go ahead and get busy. I'll wait for the coffin to arrive."

After Shen Zhuoci left, Xiang He wrapped the yellow cloth around his head and said, "You will be buried with the child. When you return, you will be reunited as family."

"Thank you, Taoist Master."

Everyone in the Fang household was busy with their own affairs. Xiang He looked up at the sky and saw that the woman and her child had already disappeared. The dark clouds gradually dissipated, and warm sunlight shone down.

"Why are you doing this to me..."

A mournful voice came from behind her. Xiang He turned to look at her and said, "Continue."

Hearing such a calm and indifferent tone, Fang Huashan felt a surge of anger rising within her. "Our family was living a perfectly good life, why did you have to expose us... why did you have to break up our family..."

She felt miserable in her current situation, her dream of happiness shattered after many years.

With her hands behind her back, Xiang He said calmly, "Your good life is built on the death of two lives; your loving parents are built on the exploitation of others; the money your father embezzled was used to save lives elsewhere. Have you ever thought about others?"

She took a step forward, almost touching Fang Huashan's face, "Because of the embezzled funds, the project had to be done shoddyly, even in disaster situations. If problems arise in the project, who will die? If the disaster relief efforts are not properly managed, who will die?"

His words were very plain, so plain that Fang Huashan thought they were just ordinary.

But the pounding in her heart made her breathing quicken, and some unfamiliar images flashed through her mind, making her heart pound violently.

Not only her, but everyone nearby who heard Xiang He's words unconsciously clenched their fists.

That was life-saving money that could have saved the people, yet they easily embezzled it to support their own arrogant wealth.

Seeing her face flush red, Xiang He lowered her eyes, turned around and walked away. "Spend some time with your mother. If you have any difficulties, come to me anytime."

The misfortune did not extend to her family; Fang Huashan would simply lose her wealth and status in the future.

She stood quietly, her Taoist robe swaying in the wind.

A shadow fell, and Xiang He knew who it was without turning around. "Why are you so late?"

“It was delayed by some things,” He Suian said, turning to the side. “The coffin has been brought in, so we can get ready.”

Xiang He was beside him, a coffin was placed on a long bench, and there were many people wearing white cloth raincoats, one of whom was holding a mourning stick.

"You invited him specially?"

"Okay, let's leave the rest to them and go back first."

Today was supposed to be a cool and sunny day, but these people have ruined my good mood.

Xiang He crouched down, picked up the yellow cloth, and walked step by step to the coffin. He placed the bones inside and said, "There is no need to seal the coffin. Find a shady mountain in the southeast for burial. The tombstone should bear both names. Someone will tell you the names in a while."

Mr. Bai nodded, "I've got it."

Xiang He looked back at the overturned stone table; the talismans underneath were broken.

"Let's go."

These words were not only spoken to He Sui'an, but also to the mother and child.

The place always felt oppressive, and Xiang He didn't want to stay even a moment longer.

Seeing that she was unusually impatient, He Sui'an took a step and led her outside. An invisible breeze blew by, blowing along with Xiang He's hair all the way.

As he walked out of the gate, many people pointed and whispered among themselves. When they saw Xiang He dressed in a black robe, it sparked even more discussion.

In the crowd, a man dressed in gray and white stared intently at her.

Xiang He smiled and met his gaze.

The newcomer was Xiang Ling, his eyes filled with inquiry, as if he was trying to figure out what Xiang He knew.

Xiang He walked slowly down the stone steps, nodded to him, and then brushed past him.

After the two had walked away, Xiang Ling glanced at the Fang residence, then turned and went into the alley.

At the corner, the young Taoist priest who had come with him glanced in the direction He had left, then turned back and followed.

The area in front of the Fang residence was as bustling as a market.

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In front of the jade shop, Xiang He had already taken off his Taoist robe.

The shopkeeper brought over the intact jade pendant and said, "Miss, take a look and see if there's anything that needs to be changed."

The round, plump peace buckles on the jade plate are very pleasing to the eye.

“It’s fine,” Xiang He said, putting down the final payment. “Thank you, shopkeeper.”

The shopkeeper carefully packed the safety buckles into small cloth bags, saying, "Take care, young lady."

The two left the jade shop and headed towards the West Market.

"Are you going to give one to everyone?"

Xiang He patted the cloth bag lightly, "Yes, after we get back, we'll fasten the red string and consecrate it. You should wear it close to your body."

I've encountered so many things lately, and they've all gotten very close to me, so it's best to be more prepared.

"Let's go check out Rongxing's stores, since we have nothing else to do today anyway."

Wang Rongxing has already rented the shop and is currently busy improving the interior layout.

As for Jiang Xinyue's shop, it will open in a few days. Tonight, she will bring back auspicious items to consecrate together.

Finally able to relax for a while, Xiang He looked at the passing people and finally showed a genuine smile.