Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 81 - 37: The End

"Woo..."

A sinister wind sweeps through.

In front of Cien Temple, the grass, trees, and fallen leaves tremble lightly, and a vague shadow silently appears on the scene.

"Ghost!"

"Fierce Ghost!"

The monks' faces change dramatically; at first, they retreat hastily, then gather their courage to grasp the sticks tightly, yet dare not approach.

Yuanxing raises his head, looking towards Sun Die who is holding a baby behind him, his body trembles involuntarily:

"Miss Sun... Miss Sun."

Sun Die raises her Zen Staff, similarly looking down, her beautiful eyes unknowingly filled with tears.

"Silly monk."

She gently shakes her head:

"I am the one who hurt you."

"No!" Yuanxing shakes his head:

"It was Miss Sun who fulfilled Yuanxing, who let me understand what love is, what Buddha is. Without Miss, there would be no Yuanxing of this moment today."

"Ha..." Sun Die raises her head, looking up to the sky:

"Really a silly monk. Being with you was merely to have a child, maybe... also for the pleasure between a man and a woman."

"But never felt real emotions."

"Why do you persist like this?"

As long as this foolish monk admits a mistake, Master Wuyuan will spare him. But this monk is stubbornly foolish, making people feel pity.

"Yuanxing loves Miss Sun, without the need for Miss Sun to fall in love with Yuanxing. Love cannot be forced." Yuanxing folds his hands:

"Miss Sun, Yuanxing has no regrets."

?

Fang Zheng presses his lips.

This is truly a devoted follower, and the object of affection isn't even human.

"Silly monk..." Sun Die shakes her head:

"Really a silly monk."

The 'lover' she was attached to personally killed her; this monk of only a few nights, yet could remain unresentful and unregretful.

For three days.

She depended on Yuanxing, listening to his chanting of the rebirth scriptures, witnessing his each step and bow praying sincerely till death without regret, thus making the mind bewildered.

"Monk."

She looks down, speaking slowly:

"You are going to die."

"Yes." Yuanxing grins, the bloodstains and mud on his face losing their luster before those bright eyes:

"Seeing Miss Sun before dying, Yuanxing dies without regrets."

"If there is a next life, I am willing to serve Buddha, praying for Miss Sun day and night, only hoping Miss Sun can let go of the resentment within and attain ultimate bliss."

"Amitabha Buddha."

He folds his hands, as if bowing to Buddha, slowly kneeling before Sun Die, and his shaky breath completely dissipates.

He is dead.

"Monk..."

Sun Die's eyes glitter, she lowers her gaze to the baby in her arms as tears fall:

"Child, child."

"My child is innocent..."

"Hoping... there is no next life!"

A burst of light suddenly appears on the scene, Fang Zheng raises his head to shield his eyes, only feeling a warmth sweep over him, and as he looks again, Sun Die has already vanished from sight.

"Look quickly!"

Someone mutters in a low voice:

"Look at Yuanxing!"

Fang Zheng hears the sound and looks.

He sees a burst of spiritual light quietly emerge on the supposedly lifeless body of Yuanxing, nourishing the injured body at a visible speed.

In the blink of an eye.

The flesh and skin worn off from his legs and hands are restored.

The once dead body is like a budding seedling in early spring, bursting with a rich vitality.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

The heart begins to beat, and breathing follows, gradually stabilizing.

Resurrected from death?

Is there such a thing in the world?

"Amitabha Buddha!" Master Wuyuan folds his hands.

"Infinite Longevity and Happiness." Zhang Mingrui salutes with one hand.

"Uh..." Fang Zheng looks bewildered:

"What happened?"

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"The Fierce Ghost is the product of human soul and resentment combined, murderous, ruthless, insane... But as humans can be good or bad, so can ghosts."

Zhang Mingrui says:

"Some ghosts, because their obsession is rather special, can even bring good luck to people."

"Of course,"

"They are usually not called ghosts, can be referred to as 'spirits', such existences are rare, and once their spirituality is depleted, they vanish."

"So..." Fang Zheng asks:

"Miss Sun changed from a Fierce Ghost to a 'spirit'?"

"You could say that." Zhang Mingrui nods:

"Miss Sun was attached to Yuanxing, listening to him chant the rebirth spell, and witnessing his self-harm to pray for her, she was moved, and gradually her resentment dissipated."

"Finally, as she vanished, she transferred her spirituality into Yuanxing's body, allowing him to resurrect from death."

"It's not just a resurrection." Fang Zheng shakes his head:

"Yuanxing could be said to have taken a leap forward, directly becoming a Three Blood Martial Artist, and with deep inner depth, it seems he can advance further."

It's said that devoted followers gain nothing in the end, right?

Why is it different with monks?

Is it the bald head that makes them special?

"Hmm."

After some thought, Fang Zheng asks:

"So, was this Master Wuyuan's plan all along? Did he never give up on Yuanxing, and the questioning was merely an act?"

"That may not be considered a plan." Zhang Mingrui says:

"At that time, as Miss Sun turned into a Fierce Ghost attached to Yuanxing, indeed there were no good ways to resolve it; killing the Fierce Ghost would also kill Yuanxing."

"Might as well let Miss Sun understand Yuanxing's heart intent."

"The result you have seen."

"Right!" Fang Zheng sighs softly:

"Yuanxing is indeed infatuated."

Clearly the other party doesn't love him at all, uses him as a tool for seed, even almost causing his death, yet still remains unresentful and unregretful.

This extreme devotion is no less than this.

"Then why did the Daoist come here?"

"I was afraid in case Master Wuyuan softened and couldn't bear to kill the Fierce Ghost; then if needed, the poor Daoist would act."

"Could you defeat her?"

"With the Magic-Slaying Sword, self-preservation should be no problem." Zhang Mingrui's face becomes solemn:

"Moreover, subduing demons and monsters isn't just about being unafraid; one must act as needed. However, Master Wuyuan's methods are indeed superior to the poor Daoist's, accomplishing much with a compassionate heart."

"Admire!"

Fang Zheng bows, pats his sleeve, and rises to head towards the main hall.