Maybe I shouldn't die.

Fang Yue observed the woman as she spoke and saw a look of pity on her face. She also recalled that although the woodshed was shabby, it was very clean inside and the bed and bedding were made of semi-new materials, so she knew that she was not lying.

So she said:

"Can you take me to see it?"

The woman's face showed joy when she heard this. It would be best if the immortal was willing to go and see the girl. Perhaps this was the girl's chance to survive.

"It would be great if the Immortal is willing to go and see Yunniang. Please follow me."

The woman took Fang Yue to the woodshed, and the little fat boy followed. After entering the woodshed, Fang Yue found that the four walls of the woodshed were covered with white paper, which was very thoughtful. But the handwriting on the white paper was really ugly, and it could be seen that it was the work of a child practicing writing.

But she didn't look at it for long. She walked straight to the girl's bed and examined her carefully. Upon closer inspection, she found that the girl's face was pale due to illness, her cheeks were thin, her cheekbones were prominent, and her hair had lost its luster and looked dry and fragile, but it was neatly groomed.

Fang Yue held the girl's thin arm and carefully injected a trace of spiritual power into her body. The spiritual power entered the dry meridians, and the meridians were nourished and immediately became more lively.

Fang Yue controlled the spiritual power to travel through the girl's body for a circle before withdrawing it. A thoughtful look appeared on her face. There were densely packed small black spots attached to the meridians and bones of the girl's body, which looked like some kind of toxin.

After thinking about it, Fang Yue pinched her fingers and cast a purification spell, and saw dense dirt oozing out of the girl's skin, and suddenly a pungent stench spread out.

Fang Yue choked and immediately sealed her mouth and nose with spiritual energy, and said to the woman:

"Open the window."

Hearing this, the woman covered her mouth and nose and went to open the window. After the window was opened, Fang Yue used the cleaning technique to clean the dirt from the girl's body and threw it out of the window. After the stench in the woodroom dissipated, she held the girl's hand again and injected a trace of spiritual power into her.

As soon as the spiritual power entered the girl's body, Fang Yue discovered that the dense black spots on her meridians and bones had disappeared, and the girl's meridians began to regain some vitality. Fang Yue controlled the spiritual power to travel around the girl's body.

Her spiritual power contained vitality. After one circle, when Fang Yue took back the spiritual power again, the girl's pale face had a few more colors, but the girl's body was still too weak and she couldn't wake up for a while.

She stood up and walked out of the woodshed, then said to the woman:

"She was poisoned, but now the poison has been cleared, so she just needs to take good care of herself." Then, after a pause, she said, "This girl is a spirit, so let her go and try when the Ascension Meeting starts in three months."

The woman was delighted at first when she heard this, but then she felt complicated when she heard that the girl had a spirit, and finally she sighed.

"That's good. Life is not easy for women, and she has lost both her parents. If she can have the opportunity to cultivate immortality, it will be a good future for her."

Seeing that both the woman and the fat man had complicated expressions but no jealousy, Fang Yue felt that the descendant of the shopkeeper had a good heart. After thinking about it, she took out two health-preserving pills and handed them to the woman.

"This is a health-preserving pill that can strengthen your body and cure illness. Take one for each of you and your child." Then he added:

"I have used my spiritual energy to heal her body. Besides, she is too weak to take pills right now."

The woman nodded quickly, took the pill with great joy, and kept thanking Fang Yue.

"Thank you, Immortal. Thank you, Immortal."

Then she pulled the fat boy down to kneel and kowtow to Fang Yue. Fang Yue ran away immediately after seeing this. There was no need to kowtow. A woman who was only a few years younger than her father kowtowed to her. Oh my god!

After leaving the courtyard, Fang Yue went to buy some wine, food and offerings, and headed towards the direction of the shopkeeper's grave that the woman had mentioned.

The shopkeeper's grave was outside the city. Fang Yue walked for a while before arriving there. The grave was well-maintained and there were no weeds.

Fang Yue placed wine and food as offerings in front of the grave and burned some paper money. A breeze blew, and the ashes of the burnt paper money flew all over the sky. Fang Yue stood in front of the shopkeeper's grave, watching this scene, feeling lost.

Buddhism says that there are eight sufferings in life: birth, aging, sickness, death, resentment and hatred, separation from loved ones, and failure to obtain what one desires. This was the first time she had faced the natural death of someone she knew, and such things would happen from time to time in the future.

Relatives, friends, companions, the path of spiritual practice is to gradually bid farewell to the past and constantly move towards a new starting point. The light in her eyes flickered. At this moment, she seemed to have realized something, but also seemed to have realized nothing.

When she came to her senses, she shook her head and chuckled. The life span of a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage was only about three hundred years. Why think so much? She never believed in severing worldly ties. What she practiced was to gain enlightenment of the mind.

Thinking of this, she bowed three times respectfully towards the shopkeeper's tombstone, then turned and left.

At this time, in a mansion in the underworld, the bookstore owner Liu Facai was staring at the tribute that suddenly appeared in front of him.

This is not a festival, so who sent him tribute? It's just an ordinary tribute. What is the faint golden light emitting from this tribute? Can this tribute be eaten? He can't bear to waste it if he doesn't eat it.

At this time, there was a knock on the door. Liu Facai went to open the door. The other party was his acquaintance Li Dafu. They knew each other during his lifetime and became neighbors when they met again after his death. He invited him in.

Thinking that the other person died decades earlier than him and had stayed in the underworld for so long, he should be more experienced than him.

Li Dafu was indeed knowledgeable. When Liu Facai showed him the tribute, he recognized it immediately.

"Brother, the important person you met must be a person of great merit. He must be truly grateful to you, so that when he burns tribute to you, he can also get some points from the tribute."

"Golden Light of Merit" Liu Facai wondered, "Then can this tribute still be eaten?"

Li Dafu slapped him and said, "This thing has some effect if we eat it, and can make our next life smoother, but there is too little golden light, so it won't be much better.

But it’s different for those great figures who practice cultivation. Ghost cultivators with high levels of cultivation also have to go through thunder tribulations. If they can get a few strands of golden light of merit, the Heavenly Dao will think that the one going through the tribulation is a good ghost, and the power of the thunder tribulation will be reduced a bit.”

Even after his old friend explained it in detail, Liu Facai still frowned and said:

"But I don't know any big ghost cultivators, do I?"

Li Dafu looked at him with disdain, "Have you forgotten what I told you before? I have an elder who has good cultivation aptitude and was chosen as a ghost messenger."

Liu Facai suddenly realized, "Yes, that's why you can stay in the underworld for so long."

Li Dafu added: "If you trust me, I will ask the elders to come over and they will definitely not treat you unfairly. At least you will have no problem getting a good birth."

Liu Facai was overjoyed and grabbed Li Dafu. "Then I'll trouble you, brother."