Chapter 302 - 301: Conscience? She Doesn’t Have One!

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Chapter 302: Chapter 301: Conscience? She Doesn’t Have One! Pushan Temple, though just a convent, held quite a reputation. The nuns there, mostly women disenchanted with life, led virtuous lives. The temple master was a female doctor and tended to the illnesses of other women, along with her two apprentices. She was highly respected, as there were ailments women found difficult to speak of, and a female doctor was preferable for such consultations. Thus, the temple was well-renowned and well-regarded. Across from Pushan Temple, atop another hill, was a grove of pear trees, with a few manors dotting the hill’s base, one of which was occupied by the Xiao Family. Qin Liuxi chose a spot on this very hill, with good feng shui, to bury Fusheng’s remains and personally carved a tombstone for him. In doing so, Fusheng’s grave faced Pushan Temple, mutually overlooking each other from afar. Xiao Qinghan deeply bowed to Qin Liuxi as a sign of heartfelt thanks, understanding the significance of this gesture. Qin Liuxi said, "Life is a long journey. How you choose to walk it must align with your own heart. Sometimes regret and remorse will not ease your burden. If you wish to atone, consider performing good deeds in her name—that way she too may accrue merit. Should she descend to the Underworld, then her good and bad deeds may balance out. After all, while she dwelled within you, a servant was frightened to death, and that too is her karmic debt." Xiao Qinghan was taken aback. Qin Liuxi continued softly, "Furthermore, broadening your horizon allows your heart to open and release its grip on a single person or event. When we meet again in the future, we can both have peace of mind." Xiao Qinghan pondered this. Qin Liuxi then turned and began to descend the hill. Her task was complete, and as for Fusheng? The latter drifted out of the bracelet, gazing at the slender figure standing still before the tombstone on the hilltop, and declared, "I won’t leave." Qin Liuxi looked at her, her eyes half-closed. Fusheng hurriedly added, "I don’t wish to possess her as I did before. Seeing her like this, I can’t rest easy. I cannot leave." "What do you intend to do?" Fusheng pleaded, "Can I just watch over her from a distance? I promise not to appear before her or disrupt her life again. I won’t harm anyone." As she spoke, Fusheng knelt before Qin Liuxi, clasped her hands together, and implored, "Please, I beg you, as long as I can see her safe and sound, I won’t make mischief. You must have a way. Please help me." Qin Liuxi asked, "Even if it means you cannot be reborn into a better life next time?" Fusheng bitterly smiled, "I find even this life too short to dare hope for the next." Contemplating, Qin Liuxi replied, "Live within this bracelet then. I will seal you within so that your presence remains hidden, and you can’t leave this bracelet—you will be but an inanimate object." Fusheng, overjoyed, kowtowed to her three times, took one more glance at Xiao Qinghan, and resolutely entered the bell of the bracelet. Qin Liuxi held the bracelet and shook her head. Such is the folly of mortals. She sat down cross-legged, placed the bracelet on the ground, took out a yellow paper from her sleeve, pricked her fingertip with a silver needle, squeezed out some blood, and drew a Spirit Talisman. After offering prayers to the Heavenly Gods, she performed the ancient and intricate spell and cast it upon the bracelet. After seven incantations, she drew another talisman, set it ablaze upon the bracelet, and a fleeting spirit light passed before the eyes, returning to tranquility. The once-dull silver bell bracelet now shone brightly and appeared lively. Qin Liuxi took it and the bracelet seemed to thank her with a jingle. With her blessing, the bracelet could now serve as a protective magical artifact. Xiao Qinghan, supported by an arm, descended from the hill and was startled to see Qin Liuxi had not yet departed. "Taken from your belongings, now returned to you." Qin Liuxi stepped forward and personally placed the bracelet onto Xiao Qinghan’s wrist, saying, "For the rest of your days, may you find peace and joy." The bracelet, resting on her slender wrist, radiated warmth rather than cold. Xiao Qinghan was surprised, touched the bracelet gently, and felt an inexplicable sense of comfort which brought a smile to her face. She bowed slightly, "I’m truly grateful for your immense kindness, Master Qin." Qin Liuxi received her sincere gratitude. "Then, this is farewell." Xiao Zhanrui hurried forward and said, "Master, are you going back to Li City? Or will you be staying in Prefecture City for a day or two? Tomorrow, I could accompany you to your esteemed temple to donate to the golden roof." "I have matters to attend to and won’t be returning to Li City for the time being. As for the golden roof you wish to donate, Li City also has tile kilns; you can simply order it there and find craftsmen to handle it," Qin Liuxi replied. Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhanrui hastily said, "If the Master is not in a hurry to leave, why not stay at our residence?" "No need, Old Chou has already made reservations for me at the Baiju Inn in the city," Qin Liuxi said as she walked to the carriage. Seeing her demeanor, Xiao Zhanrui quickly took off the wallet he was carrying and stuffed it into her hands, "Then, please accept this small sum of incense money, Master." Qin Liuxi accepted it. This journey had been tough, but she took the incense money without guilt. Xiao Zhanrui then asked in a low voice, "Master, what about that bracelet of my younger sister?" Understanding what he meant, Qin Liuxi chuckled and said, "Dust to dust, earth to earth, Fusheng has vanished, be at peace." She jumped into the carriage and had Old Chou drive away. Xiao Zhanrui breathed a sigh of relief, then looked in the direction they were leaving; it didn’t seem like they were returning to the city, but off to somewhere else. He couldn’t help but wonder, where was she going? Regardless of where she went, she would return to the city, right? Didn’t she have a reservation at the Baiju Inn? Xiao Zhanrui ordered his servants to start their journey back to the city, but no sooner had he arrived home than he was caught by Mu Xi. Mu Xi looked behind him repeatedly and asked, "Where is the little god stick?" "Gone," he responded. "What, gone?" Mu Xi’s eyes widened. Xiao Zhanrui nodded and said, "The Master said that my family’s matter was resolved and then she left." "You let her leave after it was done? You couldn’t even hold her back for a moment, what use are you!" Mu Xi was nearly dying of anger, pushing him aside and trying to rush out, "Go, go, go, chase after her!" Sifang gripped his sleeve and pleaded earnestly, "Young Master Heir, since the Master has left, we must continue our journey northward. Otherwise, the Empress’s Phoenix Guard will come personally to fetch you." Xiao Zhanrui was just about to say that although Qin Liuxi had left, she would return to the city – she had a reservation at the inn. But as he was about to speak and heard Sifang’s words, his expression changed; maybe he should just let it be, and not provoke the visit of the Empress’s Phoenix Guard. It would be better for the Little Overlord to leave quickly; the longer the delay, the balder his father’s beard would become, as her talent for creating turmoil was top-notch. Besides, the Master hadn’t asked him to pass on any message, nor did she tell him to share where she was staying, so he couldn’t say. With this thought, Xiao Zhanrui felt perfectly justified in keeping it to himself. He knew nothing, really. Mu Xi, fuming with rage, shrugged off Sifang’s hand and said, "Let them come, I’m not afraid of anyone. Don’t stop me—I want to ask that little god stick, does she even have a conscience? To leave without saying a word, what does she take me for?" Everyone kept their gaze down and dared not utter a word. We really don’t know what the Master thinks of you, but the way you’re about to cry, you look just like an abandoned bride, and it’s quite pitiable. Meanwhile, Qin Liuxi, having sneezed twice, curled up in her thin robe, rubbing her nose as she entered Yunling Temple. A conscience? She had none of that!

Chapter 302 - 301: Conscience? She Doesn’t Have One!

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