"Since Master Xiaofang is fine, I'll leave first, there is still work to do."
Sang Tong looked up, and before he knew it, it was getting dark
"Thank you this time, this painting..."
"This is your business, you can handle it yourself."
Mu Rong put down these words, stepped out and gave 402.
After Mu Rong left, Su Sifang called weakly, "Senior Sister Tong."
"How are you, is there any discomfort?"
Su Sifang smiled at Sang Tong and shook his head.
"Senior Sister Tong, I have a way to close Sang Yu's yin and yang eyes. When I recover, can you let me try?"
Hearing this, Sang Tong with a tired face lifted his expression: "Really!?"
"Um."
"Okay, when you're better, let's try."
As the days passed, Su Sifang's health went up and down, sometimes he slept for a whole day, and he would wake up once in the evening, eat the meal made by Sang Tong, and then fell asleep again.
Murong never came again, and Sang Tong didn't have time to care about the shop, so he didn't go for a while.
The only thing that made Sang Tong feel gratified was that his sister had become enlightened, and she never mentioned looking for Mu Rong again.
Sang Tong thought: Maybe it was Murong's indifference that made Sang Yu sad.
This is also good, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, before the deeper injury comes, kill it in the cradle.
After Su Sifang recovered, Mu Rong came here once.
She said that due to the transfer of work in the local government, she would move out of Xinxin's home and live in another city, and asked Sang Tong if she would like to take over her shop.
Sang Tong thought over and over again, gave Murong the acquisition fee, and bought the paper-making shop.
Although people with strong thoughts are needed in the bureau, her sister is more important after all. The experience of entering the painting made her realize the fragility of life firsthand.
The big deal is to find an opportunity to plead guilty to the director in the future.
Sang Tong politely offered to practice for Mu Rong, but received the expected rejection.
Murong moved away, quietly left their lives, and also took away the rootless soul that she had been worried about—A Miao.
Sang Yu cried a lot because of this, and Sang Tong comforted: "Ah Miao is more or less guaranteed by Murong's side, besides, Su Sifang will close your yin and yang eyes after a while, even if she stays, you can't see it." It's here, be good, don't cry, you will have many, many friends in the future."
Sang Tong handed the paper towel to Sang Yu, who took it, said "um" obediently, and wiped away his tears.
Sang Tong smiled: Sang Yu seems to have changed back to her childhood appearance, well-behaved, sensible, and dependent on herself.
Later, Su Sifang really succeeded in closing Sang Yu's yin and yang eyes.
After getting used to it for a while, Sang Yu took a job in an advertising company and met many new friends. She came home every day with a happy smile on her face. I heard that there was an outstanding young man who was pursuing her.
The paper-making shop has been refurbished and turned into Sang Tong's shop alone. Although there are few people, fortunately she is not short of money.
After a busy day's work, Sang Tong closed the shop and stood at the door with Su Sifang beside her, and the two of them looked at the setting sun that was about to set.
At this time, Sang Tong's cell phone rang, it was a text message from Sang Yu, she said: I won't go home for dinner tonight, the company has a dinner party.
Sang Tong looked at the content on the screen, showed a gratified smile, moved his fingers, gave a few instructions, and then turned to look at Su Sifang beside him.
It just so happened that Su Sifang was also looking at her, the two smiled at each other, and turned their gazes to the setting sun that was about to set again.
"Senior Sister Tong." Su Sifang called softly.
"Um?"
"This is the life you want, right?"
"Um."
…
Mu Rong raised his hand to caress the scroll, the woman in the painting suddenly opened her eyes, and looked at her with a half-smile.
A heartbreaking exclamation came from behind: "Sister!"
Mu Rong saw: On the tombstone in the painting, Sang Tong's face became clear.
Like Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming, with closed eyes and a slight curve on the lips.
Turning around, the soul-protecting lamp above Sang Tong's head emitted a puff of white smoke and went out.
Hao Jiefang flashed to Murong's side and pulled her away from the ancient painting: "The soul of the stinky Taoist priest is lost in the world in the painting. Should we burn this painting immediately as she ordered?"
"Hao Jiefang!"
"What's the matter? She is the most powerful among us, and even she is lost in it. Others can only die if they go in. This ancient painting is so evil, we can't keep it!"
"Sister Tongtong, wake up, don't leave me behind, please, sister!"
Sang Yu hugged Sang Tong's body, crying heartbroken: "Brother Hao, please don't burn the ancient painting, my sister is still breathing, she is not dead, let's think of a way, okay? It's only been a few hours, We still have time!"
Hao Jiefang squatted beside Sang Yu, looked her in the eyes, and said calmly: "Your sister said just now that she has the courage to uphold the righteous way and sacrifice her life for righteousness. It's a pity that she didn't come out. I think we should respect her last words." Please, stop making unnecessary sacrifices."
"no, do not want!"
Sang Yu couldn't help shaking her head, tears streaming down her face, and turned her gaze to Mu Rong who was standing behind Hao Jiefang.
"Amitabha, Lord Mu, please keep my body..."
"Let me go."
"Murong!" Hao Jiefang wanted to gag Murong's mouth, and shouted anxiously, "Are you crazy!?"
Murong glanced at him indifferently, and said to Su Sifang: "My physical body is not here. If someone breaks in like just now, there must be someone they can see to preside over the overall situation. Sang Yu is in such a mood now. Unstable, I'm afraid I can't handle it, besides, Master Xiaofang is more experienced than me, so you can continue to stay here, I'll go in and have a look."
Hao Jiefang tightly grasped Mu Rong's wrist: "Don't go, it's enough for you to do this, think about your mother, if you can't come out, what will she do?!"
Seeing a trace of hesitation in Murong's eyes, Hao Jiefang struck while the iron was hot, and continued to persuade: "Let's go back, ah! Don't get involved with that Taoist priest, I don't know what she promised you, and now she herself is lost in the ancient painting, It’s definitely not going to happen, so just treat it as a small episode, let’s do the errands honestly, there’s still time, before your Yangshou is over, you’ll definitely be able to rescue your mother, and then your soul will return to the underworld, How good it is to be a well-organized errand, jump out of reincarnation, and live forever!"
"Let's go, Mu Rong!"
Sang Yu opened his mouth, but became speechless, and the last bit of hope in his heart was extinguished.
That's right, the reason why Mu Rong worked as a errand, opened a paper making shop, and lived a law-abiding life for sixteen years was all to save her mother, so why should he beg her
The room was extremely quiet, Hao Jiefang looked at Mu Rong expectantly, and Mu Rong looked at him calmly.
In such an atmosphere, time always passes very slowly.
After a long time, until Sang Yu was completely desperate, Murong raised his hand, broke Hao Jiefang's fingers that were imprisoned on her wrist, and replied softly: "I want to go in and have a try."
"Murong!"
"Hao Jiefang."
"What are you doing!"
"I know you are doing it for my own good, but it is because of my mother that I want to go in. This painting is related to three lives. If I leave like this, the heavens will not let me go. In order to atone for my mother, my lord judge Linking me and my mother's blessings together, if I leave today, I don't know how many years the Heavenly Dao will add to my mother's sentence, so I must go in."
"Murong, listen to me! We..."
Murong shook his head resolutely, brushed past Hao Jiefang, and resolutely walked towards the ancient painting, no matter how Hao Jiefang pulled him, he would not be moved.
Walking in front of the ancient painting, Murong stopped in his tracks: "Master Xiao Fang."
"Please speak, Lord Mu."
"I'm not as good as hell, who goes to hell, why?"
"Amitabha, this sentence is evolved from the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra". At that time, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva could have become a Buddha, but he saw countless suffering souls in hell and couldn't bear to leave, so he stayed in the hell. He also made a solemn vow: "Only when all sentient beings are saved can they realize Bodhi; if the hell is not empty, they cannot become a Buddha." .”
Murong sighed lightly: "Thank you."
She turned her head and saw that Sang Yu was looking at her without blinking with those white rabbit-like eyes open, and she twitched the corners of her mouth for a rare moment, and said in a slow tone: "Do you remember the card password I told you last time? "
Sang Yu sniffed her snot and hummed.
"I haven't changed it. If I don't come out, just follow what I told you last time."
"Murong..."
"If my light goes out too, I really don't want anyone to come in again. I hope you can burn this painting with your own hands to end all of this."
"No! I don't want...Murong!"
Mu Rong said to himself: "Your sister and I will not blame you, I believe Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming will not blame you either, we have tried our best, you are just an ordinary person, there is no Heaven will not blame you for subduing the ability to draw demons, don't be afraid, you are doing good deeds."
Sang Yu stood up, stumbled and ran in front of Mu Rong, trying to grab her, but his fingers slid across Mu Rong's body.
Murong lowered his eyes, pondered for a long time, Fang defeated the worries in his heart: "If we don't come back, we have to learn to be stronger, your sister, your parents want to see you live happily."
"Hao Jiefang."
Mu Rong turned around, ignoring the weird expression on Hao Jiefang's face: "I have stacked a lot of ingots recently, if I don't come back, I can let Ah Miao send them to you with my body on my body... before you You don’t have to pay back the money owed to me, and use this money to pay the service fee, and I want to buy Ah Miao to live for fifty years.”
At least, before Sang Yu's life is over, Ah Miao can be with her.
She has suffered the pain of losing her loved ones once, and she doesn't want the people around her to be like her again.