Wow, she's having a lot of fun! She can control the cycle of life and death

Chi Da exorcised the evil spirit from the small jar and opened the lid.

Cast a spell to let the souls of Weisheng Chuan Ning and Mo Xinxue come out.

Having been sealed for too long, Weisheng Chuan Ning and Mo Xinxue were in a deep sleep, their souls floating and sitting cross-legged.

Chi Da placed the small jar in front of the tablets of Weisheng Chuan Ning and Mo Xinxue.

"Weisheng Zeyang, for the rest of your life, please pray for their salvation and accompany them well.

When they voluntarily reconcile with you and wish you well, all your blessings and opportunities in the next life will be automatically returned to you.

This is an opportunity I'm giving you as an exception, considering that you've been a role model in this life."

"Okay, thank you for the donation."

"You haven't decided on a Buddha name yet. Your Buddha name in your previous life was Fanti, so you can just use that."

"it is good."

Chi Da raised his hand, placed his palm at the center of Weisheng Zeyang's eyebrows, and gently wiped it downwards. The yellow cassock on Weisheng Zeyang turned into a white cassock.

"This robe is the most suitable for you."

There were two sets of white robes and two strings of Bodhi seeds engraved with the Buddha's mantra on the table.

"I gave those to you to help you calm your mind and practice meditation. They will be very helpful in eliminating your bad karma."

"Thank you, donor."

Weisheng Zeyang was very grateful.

A red Qiankun pen appeared in Chi Da's hand, and he lightly touched Weisheng Zeyang's brow.

A red dot became the mark of Weisheng Zeyang, from clear to looming, and finally disappeared.

He put away the Qiankun brush, took out a few incense sticks, and gave three each to Weisheng Zeyang, Chi Ling and Chi Yubai.

He placed a handful of colorful stones in a small jar and said, "Light some incense."

After the three people lit the incense, the smoke spread and surrounded the souls of Weisheng Chuan Ning and Mo Xinxue.

In order to prevent the evil spirit from hurting Weisheng Zeyang, Chi Da specially set up a small protective shield to separate Weisheng Chuan Ning and Mo Xinxue inside.

"After your second brother and second sister-in-law reconcile with you, they will leave and wait for the next reincarnation."

"Okay, I understand."

Chi Da used magic to awaken Weisheng Chuan Ning and Mo Xinxue, unlocking their past memories and gradually making them clear.

Wei Sheng Chuan Ning looked up at a few unfamiliar faces and was stunned for a moment, his brain still buffering...

“…Xiaoyang??”

Weisheng Zeyang lifted his long robe and slowly knelt on the futon, his eyes slightly reddened, "Second brother, second sister-in-law."

Mo Xinxue opened her eyes and looked at the clean and fresh Weisheng Zeyang. The scene of being stabbed to death by Weisheng Zeyang appeared in her mind...

"Xiaoyang, why did you shave your head? And you're wearing a white coat?" Weisheng Chuan Ning was puzzled.

Weisheng Zeyang lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Uncle Weisheng, Aunt Mo, hello, I am Chi Da."

Chi Da pulled Chi Ling in front of him and said, "This is Chi Ling, your biological son and my brother."

Weisheng Chuan Ning and Mo Xinxue's eyes fell on Chi Ling's face, then they stood up, moved in front of Chi Ling, and looked at him carefully.

"A Ling? Is it really A Ling?"

Chi Ling took a step back and bowed politely to his biological parents, "Dad, Mom, I'm A Ling."

"Aling, Aling, woooo..." Mo Xinxue cried excitedly.

Weisheng Chuan Ning also cried.

I still remember that when A Ling was sent away, he was still very small, but now he has grown so big in an instant.

Chi Ling's eyes were red and his heart was bitter.

"Dad, Mom, I'm doing well. My parents treat me like their own child. You can rest assured."

Weisheng Chuan Ning wiped his tears and nodded, "A Ling, be filial to your adoptive parents. Your mother and I owe you, and there is no way to compensate you.

You don't have to worry about us, just repay your adoptive parents for their kindness in raising you."

"I will, and that's what I should do."

"Aling, my child, I'm sorry, woooo..." Mo Xinxue's mind was full of little Aling.

Chi Ling listened to the heart-breaking cry, his eyes became wet, and he bowed politely once again.

"Okay, Xiaoxue, stop crying. A Ling must have something to tell us." Weisheng Chuan Ning said gently.

Mo Xinxue felt uncomfortable, but she tried not to cry out loud, and stared at Chi Ling with tears in her eyes.

“Uncle Weisheng, Aunt Mo, it’s like this.

After you died, Weisheng Chenyi made a contract with the demon world and handed your souls over to the demon.

You have been sealed in this small jar for more than twenty years."

"You are...A Ling's sister, the daughter of our benefactor?" Weisheng Chuan Ning looked at Chi Da.

"Yeah." Chi Da smiled and said, "Uncle Weisheng, Aunt Mo, your A Ling is also a treasure in our family~

Let me tell you, my parents have eight children, and I am the eighth."

This really stunned Weisheng Chuan Ning and Mo Xinxue. Eight, eight children...? ?

So many births?

Weisheng Chuan Ning clearly remembered that when he calculated the numbers, he didn't expect the Chi family to have eight children...

"Your A Ling is the fourth child in my family, and this is my sister, the seventh child."

Chi Da held Chi Yubai's arm.

Chi Yubai bowed and nodded, "Hello, Uncle Weisheng, hello, Aunt Mo, I am Chi Yubai."

"Okay, okay, hello."

"Uncle Weisheng, Aunt Mo, let's get back to the topic. I'll show you a record."

The scene in the air echoed the scene where Mo Xinxue was surrounded and killed.

...

When Mo Xinxue saw herself being killed, she felt a splitting headache and held her head, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

A talisman calmed Mo Xinxue's mind.

"Uncle Weisheng, when you arrived at the scene, Aunt Mo had already been killed. It was Weisheng Zeyang who did it."

Weisheng Chuan Ning hugged the weak Mo Xinxue and looked down at Weisheng Zeyang who was kneeling quietly on the mat.

Yes, when he rushed to the ancestral hall, his wife had already died, and he also saw Weisheng Zeyang holding a blood-stained sword in his hand.

“Some things are not what they seem.

I will slow it down for you a bit, and you can take a closer look at Wei Sheng Ze Yang's state at that time."

The image in mid-air was re-projected, very slowly.

Weisheng Chuan Ning observed Weisheng Zeyang's condition and couldn't help but frowned.

"Xiaoyang was controlled by someone at that time." Weisheng Chuan Ning saw the problem.

"Yes, he was controlled by Wei Sheng Chen Yi. It is your family's unique mysterious method."

"No wonder, Xiaoyang was only fourteen or fifteen years old at the time, how could Weisheng Chenyi dare to do that?"

"What is there for a selfish person to be afraid of?"

Weisheng Chuanning sighed.

"Uncle Weisheng, Aunt Mo, although the facts prove that Weisheng Zeyang was controlled and forced, he still committed the crime of killing.

I have punished him by sending him here to become a monk so that he can practice Zen and chant sutras to help you attain salvation and eliminate your sins.

I have already reminded Weisheng Zeyang that the grudge between you two should be resolved by yourselves.

In addition, your souls are damaged, so stay here for a while to cultivate your body and mind."

"…I cursed everyone with my life at that time. I want to know if they all got their retribution?" Mo Xinxue asked.

“It’s all retribution, the Weisheng family is broken up.

The head of the family, Weisheng Chenyi, has gone to hell. The eldest, fourth, and sixth sons have all gone to hell. The third son and his wife are temporarily safe, but their days are not easy. "

Mo Xinxue nodded.

"There are many things that I won't tell you one by one. Weisheng Zeyang will chat with you."

"Can I call you Xiao Da?"

"can."

"Okay, Xiao Da, I just saw that you know the magic of Xuanhuan. Are you also from Xuanmen?"

Chi Da nodded, "You can think so."

“When I was alive, I accidentally predicted that Ah Ling would face three life and death disasters. Now that Ah Ling has grown up, it means that he has survived two of them.

There was another fatal disaster when he was twenty-nine years old, and he was destined to not live past the age of thirty.

I don’t know if my predictions were accurate during my lifetime, I hope they were not.” Weisheng Chuan Ning’s face was filled with sorrow.