After his wife and daughter died tragically, the scumbag prince's hair turned white overnight

Shen Muxi's eyes suddenly turned red.

"Mu Xi, don't worry about me."

Shen Xi wanted to grab Shen Muxi's hand to comfort her.

However, she was a transparent spirit, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch Shen Muxi at all.

"I'm really fine."

"But you've become like this now..." Shen Muxi opened her mouth, and the tears that were still rolling in her eyes a moment ago suddenly slid down. "What's the use of knowing a little bit of medicine and poison? In the end, I can't wake Xiaoxiao up, and I can't protect you... I'm so useless..."

Facts have proven that congenital deficiencies are of little use no matter how they are remedied later.

She came to this world alone, and because of the oppression from her original family, she almost couldn't finish college.

Apart from being able to take care of myself and tinker with some new things to make a little profit, I'm good for nothing else.

Everything she learned and thought was based on her own experience...

If only she had acquired a skill earlier...

If she had come to her senses earlier and stopped craving for human emotions, would everything that happened later have not happened?

Perhaps, grandma was right, she was destined to suffer hardships and serve others no matter where she went...

You don't deserve all the good things in the world.

For over twenty years, he was oppressed by his original family. Later, he came to another world alone and lost his beloved. Now, after living again, he still can't protect the people he cares about...

She was like being trapped in a cage. No matter how she struggled, she could not escape the trick of fate.

The breath I had held on to for more than twenty years, the belief that I was in my own hands, had already deflated like a balloon. Now it only needed a tiny needle to prick it.

In an instant, all her beliefs collapsed.

She is tired.

Really tired...

She doesn't want this worthless life anymore.

She breathed a sigh of relief, her vision blurred, and she was plunged into darkness.

In a trance, she seemed to hear the door being kicked open, the sound of chaotic footsteps outside the door, and Murong Jingyan's cold and angry voice, "If anything happens to her, I will not forgive you."

...

A light is like a bean.

When Shen Muxi regained consciousness, she only knew that it was a snowy night.

"Blessings and infinite blessings, have the believers woken up?"

Shen Muxi looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old Taoist priest sitting on a stone bed not far away, meditating. On his arm hung a Buddhist whisk with a handle that was already patinaed.

And the place where she was lying was also a stone bed.

"Master, where is this? I...why am I here?"

"Believers, don't panic. I am Xuanqing, and this is Ziyang Temple. Two days ago, you were unconscious in the Shen Mansion, and it was I and another noble who rescued you.

I believe someone will tell you the process soon.

The rest of the matters have been taken care of by someone kind. Now, you just need to rest here and then do what you want to do."

Xuanqing's voice was light and clear, but it gave Shen Muxi an inexplicable sense of security.

Recalling the voice she heard before she fell into coma, she roughly guessed who the noble person Xuanqing was talking about was.

Suddenly, she looked around.

“Are believers looking for the spirit that is about to dissipate?”

Shen Muxi looked at Xuan Qing nervously, "Where is she?"

"The dead cannot be resurrected. She no longer exists in this world, so she should naturally return to where she came from."

An ominous premonition spread from the bottom of Shen Muxi's heart, "What do you mean?"

Xuanqing swept the Buddhist dust lightly, and the person had already walked to the door of the room, "Believers, please follow me."

Half an hour later.

The two stopped in front of an open-air formation with intricate patterns painted in cinnabar.

Shen Xi was meditating in the formation.

The spirit looked much clearer than before.

The snowflakes from the sky are still falling.

The magical thing is that not a single snowflake fell into the formation.

From the moment they approached the formation, Shen Xi sensed something.

Seeing Shen Muxi wearing a dark-colored banner and following behind Xuan Qing, a reassuring smile appeared on her face.

Shen Muxi also smiled at her, and everything was said without words.

Before either of them could speak, Xuanqing's voice broke the peace and warmth between them.

"She was not meant to be with the Gong family. When Gong came here to pray for a child, I told her that she was destined to have no children, and even if she did, the child wouldn't live long."

At this point, Xuan Qing sighed, "My money-obsessed senior brother actually told the Gong family about this evil life-swapping technique, binding Shen Xi's life to that of a lonely and troubled soul from another world."

Shen Muxi and Shen Xi were both stunned.

"A person who has suffered many disasters and has no ties to the other world is the best person to use to ward off disasters."

His words fell like a bolt of thunder.

Shen Muxi seemed to have thought of something and blurted out, "So, it's not a coincidence that I came from another world?"

As soon as Shen Muxi asked the question, Shen Xi's energy seemed to be drained away all at once.

The soul, which was originally somewhat transparent, suddenly became extremely solid.

"You're talking nonsense! Although my mother has a strong temper, she is also a soft-hearted person. She would never do such a thing as risking her own life..."

Excited, Shen Xi wanted to fly out of the formation and pounce on Xuan Qing.

Xuan Qing raised his hand and lightly swept the whisk, and Shen Xi froze in place.

"Believers, calm down first. If you get excited, your soul will only become more and more solid, and eventually turn to ashes."

Shen Muxi immediately looked at Shen Xi nervously, "Don't move, listen to what the master says first."

Shen Xi couldn't move, so he could only look at Xuan Qing with anger on his face.

Xuan Qing didn't even raise his eyebrows.

"Don't believers think that your mother sent you away to protect you?"

Shen Xi lowered his eyes and did not refute.

She left the Shen Mansion because she saw Shen Chuanhai doing shameful things with the maid, wasn't it to protect her?

As if seeing through Shen Xi's thoughts, Xuan Qing shook his head, "It's not the reason that the believer thinks."

Shen Xi suddenly looked up at Xuan Qing, with more surprise than anger in his eyes.

Xuan Qing sighed softly, "To sum up, it's all the karma I sowed at Ziyang Temple. You shouldn't have existed. Your mother forced you to stay by her side, and as a result, you've suffered so many disasters.

Even if you were not killed by your father when you were five years old, you would have continued to suffer various disasters from the age of six, seven, and even eighteen until you were wiped out.

And when you were five years old, my senior brother got a glimpse of the secrets..."

In a calm voice, he recounted the story of how Gong had sought help from Zi Yang Temple.

Thirteen years ago.

When Shen Xi discovered that Shen Chuanhai was having an affair with Zhang, his first reaction was to silence Shen Xi.

Unexpectedly, Xuanqing's senior brother, Taoist Xuanze arrived in time to stop him.

Taoist Xuan Ze told Gong about this and told Gong that if they wanted to protect Shen Xi's life, the best way was to arrange a marriage for her.

Let her leave home and wait for the otherworldly soul that is supposed to ward off disaster to arrive before she can return home.

After returning home, she got married before she turned eighteen. The day of her marriage was the day when the otherworldly spirit warded off the disaster.

"Blessed be the Heavenly Lord, parents love their children so deeply that they take good care of them.

As a mother, Gong has done her best.

No one expected that the Gong family would fall apart before you even got married, causing you to delay for three years, while that otherworldly soul took root here and formed a bloodline...

"Since my senior brother accepts money from others, he naturally has to help them avoid disasters. After Gong's death, he began to travel around the world with his young disciple, trying to find a way to protect Shen Xi. Unexpectedly, not long after, he calculated that the soul of the other world had an accident. After he rushed to Beichen with his beloved disciple, he disappeared..."

Halfway through his words, Xuan Qing's calm voice choked slightly.

"...It wasn't until three months ago, when I heard that a Taoist temple in Beichen was destroyed by lightning, that I realized the foolish deeds my foolish senior brother had done..."