Chapter 89: Ready

"It doesn't matter, monk, I will teach you." He leaned on the bed, looked at Tangning, and said, "To transcend the dead soul, it is usually a rebirth curse. With your roots of wisdom and the holy light of Buddha It is easier to cross the dead souls than ordinary people."
"Do you really want me to come? Then do I need to bathe and change clothes, burn incense and gargle?" She asked with a smile.
The old monk shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't be so troublesome. You only need to recite the Death Curse for the dead soul. Listen carefully, and I will teach you."
Seeing this, Tangning listened carefully, her eyes flickered when she heard the scriptures muttered by the old monk. It seems that even if the time and space are different, the scriptures of this Buddhist scripture are the same. The death mantra in the old monk's mouth is the same as the mantra she had been in contact with before.
Zheng Heng outside was waiting, looking at the guest room from time to time. After a while, Tangning was seen walking out, and then he stepped forward and called out, "Master Tang?"
"Just tonight! Take your sister's ashes, and I will supervise her and send her to life." Tangning said.
Hearing this, Zheng Heng looked happy and bowed his hands in a salute: "Thank you, Master Tang, I will go back and talk to my parents now."
Seeing him walking out briskly, Tangning smiled and jumped onto the roof with a little tiptoe, looking towards the direction of Chang's house.
The dark clouds above the Chang family's house were surging, and it was even more turbulent before night. It seemed that the disaster of the Chang family's genocide was also tonight.
If the Chang family is a good family, even if there is a catastrophe, there will be noble people to help, then naturally there will be no genocide. It is a pity that the Chang family is not upright and downright, a century-old family, if the strong want How difficult is it to destroy them overnight?
Retracting her gaze, she sat down cross-legged on the roof, running the spiritual energy within her body and began to practice...
Until, at night, she came to the main courtyard.
The subordinates in the main courtyard have been deported. There are only Zheng Chonglin and his wife, Zheng Heng, and a can of ashes in Zheng Heng's hands.
Seeing Tangning coming in, they respectfully called out, "Master Tang."
Tang Ning nodded at them, her eyes fell on the ashes that Zheng Heng was holding, watching the fading shadow of the soul emerge, and when she stood in the night, she asked, "Are you ready?"
"Master Tang, let me say goodbye to my father and mother, brother." When the voice came, I saw that ghost shadow slowly knelt down towards the three of them, knocking three heads.
"Daughter can't wait by my parents in the future. Please forgive my daughter's filial piety. The greatest blessing in this life is to be the daughter of my parents. If I have another life, I hope I can still be the daughter of the Zheng family. ."
Mrs. Zheng wiped her tears and sobbed, "Good boy, you will always be our good daughter."
Zheng Zhonglin patted his wife's hand lightly, looked at his daughter, and tried to speak several times, but all seemed to be stuck in his throat and couldn't speak, but his eyes were slightly red, and he looked at her speechless for a long time.
Who could have imagined that children who were born in a small group of children now walk in front of them and become ghosts? Every time he thinks about this, he feels uncomfortable.
"Sister, parents, don't worry, I will take care of them, you can go with peace of mind!" Zheng Heng said.
Tangning looked at the ghost shadow and saluted again, then came to her.
"Master Tang, I'm ready."