Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Shen Xiujin stared at the figure appearing in the mirror.

That face was clearly his.

But not like him.

Shen Xiujin frowned.

"This is... my previous life?"

A monk who wears monk's robes and practices on behalf of others?

Duan Heng moved closer to take a closer look, but was suddenly knocked out of the door by the force bursting out from the reincarnation realm.

Then there was a loud bang, and the door slammed shut in front of Duan Heng.

This means that the next scene in the Reincarnation Realm is only intended for Shen Xiujin to see alone.

Duan Heng: "..."

I want to curse, but my status doesn't allow it.

In the room, Shen Xiujin admired the mirror a little.

Have a personality.

In the realm of reincarnation, 'his' figure began to twist, and a vortex appeared.

Shen Xiujin thought for half a second, walked over, and slowly stretched out the hand with the wedding ring. The moment it touched the mirror, his whole soul seemed to be sucked in!

Shen Xiujin slowly opened his eyes.

'you're awake? ’ A snow-white and beautiful little face appeared above the head.

Shen Xiujin was stunned for a moment.

It's just that she doesn't have the iconic red mole at the end of her eye. Other than that, she has a face exactly like Su Qiao.

'It is very dangerous for a monk to preach here. ’ The woman was still talking, her beautiful lips opening and closing, saying meaningfully, ‘Especially like you, they are all waiting to eat you. Where are you going? ’

Shen Xiujin wanted to speak, but couldn't make a sound at all, but he heard 'himself' speaking.

‘Go to places that need my salvation. ’

Shen Xiujin understood that he was a bystander of this body and a soul that would reside in the next life.

Then, he saw the woman in front of him smile and extend her hand towards him, her eyes filled with indifference and appreciation: 'What a coincidence, we are traveling together. ’

He didn't hold her hand, he got up by himself and walked forward silently on the snow.

And she followed him, stepping on his footsteps, step by step, following him in a playful way. Where he can't see, clean up the evil spirits that are trying to attack him.

From sunrise to sunset, they walked many places together.

He was taciturn and quiet, except for rushing to save people and meditating and chanting Buddha's name.

But she is a talker, and she will force him to open his eyes when he sees a beautiful sunset.

'Little monk, you have to love this world...'

He disagreed: 'Love breeds sorrow, as long as there is compassion, there is no need to have love. ’

She laughed: ‘Without love, how can there be compassion? ’

Under the setting sun, the girl's profile was shining, as beautiful as a god.

He only glanced at it before lowering his head and moving the beads in his hand faster.

At that time, the devil broke through the gate of hell, and the evil demons and ghosts were wreaking havoc in the world, killing all living beings.

Just like the world of purgatory, there are souls everywhere who need to be saved and transcended...

He is the reincarnated Buddha who wants to cultivate his way, and she is the last god in the world who saves her people.

Divine power requires the worship and belief of living beings.

Her life was in ruins, and she became weak and haggard...

One morning, she appeared in front of him covered in blood.

But when he closed his eyes and meditated, he smelled the smell of blood, and the hand that fiddled with the beads paused slightly, but it was only for a moment.

He didn't open his eyes, she was used to it.

‘Little monk, I have to leave. I can't protect you in the future...' She said, 'Protect yourself. You have the bones of a Buddha and have not yet attained enlightenment. There are many evil spirits coveting you. ’

She knelt down in front of him and tied a red rope around his wrist where he was playing with the beads.

She smiled softly and said, 'It looks pretty good on you...'

It was a protective rope that contained her heart's blood and divine power.

‘Little monk. ’ She said, ‘I still don’t know what your name is? I don’t have a name either, but I once saved a woman and she said I looked like her daughter, so she gave me her daughter’s name. Her daughter's name is Nan Qiao...she calls me Xiao Qiao. And you? do you have a name? ’

'...'

When he opened his eyes, she was no longer there, and in front of him were footprints mixed with blood.

The wind and snow came and wiped out all traces in an instant.

There is only a vast expanse of white left between heaven and earth...

His hand fiddling with the beads finally stopped.

His eyes fell on the blood-like red rope on his wrist. After a long time, he put down the beads and touched it with his fingertips.

‘Ajin. ’ He said softly, ‘Before I entered Buddhism, Amu and the others called me this...’

But apart from the stormy sky, no one responded or heard.