We bear people have power

Seeing Baiwa'er's tearful cries, Guan Bo couldn't bring himself to kill her. The victim had already spoken; what right did Guan Bo have to kill in the name of revenge?

The old man couldn't see the white-haired boy pleading for mercy, but when he saw a glimmer of hope, he scrambled away and fled, abandoning even his own son.

"Fine, I'll make the decision. You'll be placed in the homes of our neighbors," Black Impermanence sighed.

Right now, it seems like the best option is to let Nie Shuhuan and Baiwa be reincarnated together.

However, Baiwa spoke again, "No, I don't want Brother Ye to forget me, and I don't want to forget Brother Ye either. Although we haven't known each other for long, I would rather die than forget you. Just now, I told Brother Ye about reincarnation, and that's what he said to me too."

“But you will all be scattered to the winds, and perhaps you will have a chance to regain your memories after being reincarnated,” Guan Bo advised Baiwa.

“Who knows how many years that will take? Who knows if we’ll ever remember? We can’t bear to forget,” Baiwa said with unwavering determination.

No one expected that these two young people would actually be willing to risk their lives for this memory.

Lingxiu, who had been watching, threw herself into Gongsun Jing's arms, and the two girls burst into tears.

"Don't be impulsive. As long as we're alive, we can always find another way," Guan Bo tried to persuade him.

Baiwa simply shook her head and said, "I've already thought of a solution."

Before Guan Bo could ask any questions, Baiwa gently touched his headless corpse.

The flesh and blood on the body gradually turned into nothingness, leaving only a flawless white skeleton. Guan Bo then noticed that four large characters were written on the snow-white spine—Lady White Bone.

Then, Baiwa'er's skeleton transformed into a shimmering white light and completely merged into Nie Shuhuan's body. The boy's crooked spine began to straighten, and his twisted limbs returned to normal, but he also fell into a deep sleep.

"What...what kind of magic is this?" Guan Bo was also extremely surprised.

Baiwa knelt before Guan Bo and kowtowed, saying, "So that my benefactor may know, I was originally a female corpse transformed into a demon on White Tiger Ridge. Later, I coveted Tang Sanzang's flesh and was killed by the Great Sage. However, my soul was scattered, but my bones remained, and soon another soul was born. This magic was originally the innate divine power of the Corpse Demon, which can replace a physical body, devour the essence and soul of others, and disguise oneself as another person. But now, I have only replaced my own bones with Brother Yezi's, so that he will be fine and will no longer suffer."

Baiwa was originally ignorant and didn't even remember that he was a monster. But after dying once, all the memories he had forgotten were restored. "And what about yourself?" Guan Bo asked in a deep voice.

"My remains are destroyed, and I will probably soon be scattered to the winds." Baiwa'er was in tears, her body slowly turning into nothingness.

At this moment, Baiwa looked at the reborn Nie Shuhuan with great reluctance, and then said to Guan Bo, "Finally, I have one more request for my benefactor. Please do not tell Brother Ye that my soul has been scattered, and do not tell him the truth."

"You really would rather your soul be scattered than be reincarnated?"

"I'd rather die than forget." As Baiwa said this, his figure had already faded into obscurity.

At this moment, a taciturn White Impermanence stepped forward and sprinkled a handful of yellow sand on the soon-to-dissipate spirit of the White Child. This was Yellow Spring Sand, one of the three underworld treasures in the duel.

The dense Yin energy contained in the Yellow Spring Sands allowed Baiwa'er's soul to solidify again, but this was only a temporary fix and it would soon dissipate again.

Bai Wuchang glanced at his old partner, who immediately understood and said to Baiwa'er, "If you're going to help someone, help them to the end. Consider this my act of kindness."

Upon hearing this, Guan Bo felt there was a glimmer of hope and quickly asked, "Does Seventh Master have a way to help?"

"There is no other way but through reincarnation," said Black Impermanence.

“But she doesn’t want to reincarnate.” Guan Bo also hoped that Baiwa’er could live, but he didn’t intend to interfere with other people’s choices. Perhaps for them, forgetting was more terrifying than death.

"She just doesn't want to forget her past life. Well, I lost the Meng Po soup to you, and I don't have any other supplies left, do I?" Black Impermanence laughed.

This time, Guan Bo finally understood. Black Impermanence was giving White Child a special favor; by not drinking the Meng Po soup, he could be reincarnated and wouldn't forget his past life. White Child also realized this and quickly kowtowed to Black and White Impermanence to express his gratitude.

"Don't thank me, you should thank him." Black Impermanence pointed at Guan Bo and said.

He thought to himself, if this person hadn't stumped the Buddha's question, he wouldn't have bothered getting involved in this mess. Guan Bo would surely be an important figure in the cycle of heaven in the future, and to forge a good relationship with him now would be the greatest benefit.

Baiwa naturally thanked Guan Bo repeatedly, and Guan Bo happily accepted the thanks. He felt relieved that the matter had been resolved so perfectly.

"Although I can ensure your true spirit remains intact, your appearance will change upon reincarnation. You still need to agree on a token for recognition with him," Black Impermanence reminded him.

Guan Bo was overjoyed and his smugness returned, so he interjected, "That's easy, I'll write you a poem as a secret code for recognition."

Upon hearing this, Gongsun Jing quickly stopped her, saying, "Don't do anything reckless; you can't even write properly."

Guan Bo said unhappily, "So what if the handwriting is ugly? What does that have to do with writing poetry? Listen to me carefully."

"What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for each other? Like birds flying together across the vast sky, their old wings have weathered countless seasons. Joy in reunion, sorrow in parting, and among them, foolish lovers. You should have words to say, across ten thousand miles of layered clouds, a thousand mountains covered in evening snow, to whom does this solitary figure turn?"

"Along the Fen River Road, the flutes and drums of yesteryear are silent, and the desolate smoke still hangs over the plains. What lament can summon back the soul? The mountain spirit weeps silently in the wind and rain. Even Heaven is jealous, unwilling to believe that orioles and swallows alike turn to dust. For a thousand autumns and ten thousand ages, it remains for poets to come and visit the Goose Mound, singing wildly and drinking deeply."

"These two verses will serve as a secret code for you to recognize each other."

Baiwa repeated in a dreamlike voice, "What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?"

Upon hearing this, Black Impermanence quickly clapped his hands and said, "What excellent writing! This piece is truly fitting for the occasion and is absolutely brilliant!"

Bai Wuchang didn't say anything, but he gave Guan Bo a thumbs up.

Gongsun Jing seemed taken aback by Guan Bo's sudden burst of literary flair, her eyes gleaming with an unreadable light. Lingxiu and Xiongshanjun, on the other hand, lacked formal education and could only remain quiet onlookers, not even clearly hearing what Guan Bo was saying.

After a long while, until sunlight streamed into the ruins, Nie Shuhuan stood up in disbelief. This was the first time in his more than ten years of life that he had stood up on his own two feet. Baiwa'er was nowhere to be seen, nor was anyone else.

Only a piece of silk lay beside him, on which was written the poem "Ode to the Wild Geese" that Guan Bo had "copied," ending with the words: "Sixteen years later, we will meet again here; hoping for our deep affection, let us not break our promise. Xiao Bai urges you to take good care of yourself and strive to reunite."

The content was indeed touching, but the handwriting on it was so ugly it ruined the atmosphere.