A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 53

After a while, everyone sat down again.

Madam Zhan sighed: "The vengeful ghost was told to me by a master after he saw my son's remains. But he died here the next day, so the news never got out."

“My master is the most philanthropist in the neighborhood, and everyone in the village knows it. If this matter were to spread, it would surely damage his reputation. Therefore, my master and I discussed burying them as soon as possible. Now that the master has guessed it, I dare to tell you the truth.”

“That makes some sense,” the mad monk thought for a moment. “If it is a vengeful ghost seeking revenge, it should be filled with resentment. I just walked through most of the mansion and found nothing amiss. This matter is truly strange.”

Mrs. Zhan nodded in agreement.

“No matter what,” Fifth Sister suddenly said with tears in her eyes, “as long as the three of you manage to protect the Sixth Young Master, the Master will surely be eternally grateful in the afterlife.”

Madam Zhan also said, "I would be so grateful if the three of you could stay next to Yu'er, only then will I feel at ease."

Living next to Zhan Qiuyu? If something really happens to him, wouldn't that just mean we'd all die with him...? Lin Feifei looked at the mad monk with a depressed expression and nodded.

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Maoshan, Yuanfu Palace.

The bell tolls softly, and the incense smoke curls gently from the burner.

On the prayer mat sat a Taoist priest in purple robes, his eyes closed, his face kind and solemn. Diagonally opposite him stood a woman in white robes, her cold yet beautiful face showing respect.

Half a day.

"This disciple wishes to travel down the mountain and has come to bid farewell to Master."

Master Zixu sighed and opened his eyes: "If we are destined to be apart, why force it?"

silence.

She remained standing there, motionless.

Master Zixu finally shook his head.

"Go."

Transmigrating Through a Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio: Chapter Twenty-Five - A Terrifying Night

After two days, the resentment was still nowhere to be found, leaving Lin Feifei and the mad monk somewhat frustrated.

Night has fallen again.

"Crazy monk, tell me what's going on?" Lin Feifei propped her head up with her hand, looking distressed.

"How would this humble monk know?"

The mad monk also wore a bitter expression. Suddenly, their two sour faces created a comical contrast.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a powerful sorcerer?” Lin Feifei rolled her eyes at him, gesturing angrily on the table. “All we know now is that the Zhan family men are all dead except for Zhan Qiuyu. His eight brothers and nephews died one after another, seven days apart. It was clearly a vengeful ghost taking lives, but no resentment was detected. Master Zhan died of grief because his son died drunk, and his seventh wife died of illness half a year ago.”

After saying all that, she clutched her head in anguish: "Someone tell me, what's the connection between all this? It's more tiring than solving a case! My brain used to be so smart, why does it stop working at this crucial moment?"

"Has your senior brother Lingyi thought of anything?"

Lin Feifei was stunned.

"Oh yeah, how could I forget him!"

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"Senior brother!" She pushed open the door and went in.

Sure enough, Lingyi sat neatly and cleanly at the table.

"He really doesn't sleep?" Lin Feifei's thoughts drifted for a moment before she spoke, "Senior brother, have you discovered anything about the Zhan family matter?"

He glanced at her with his icy eyes, then remained silent.

Lin Feifei sat down: "Have you noticed how strange this is? Where is that ghost hiding? It's clearly a vengeful spirit, so why can't my Xuanzi Stone sense it...?"

“It’s none of my business,” he interrupted her rambling.

"What!" Lin Feifei exclaimed, "Didn't you promise to come? Why are you abandoning us now?"

“I only said I was coming,” he said coldly, “I didn’t say I was meddling.”

Lin Feifei stood up angrily: "Then what are you doing here!"

"I won't let anything happen to you."

Lin Feifei was stunned.

Was he afraid something might happen to him, or... was he concerned about him?

After thinking about it, she suddenly felt a little ashamed—her senior brother had lost his memory, which was why he had become like this. Wasn't it too much to treat him like this? Besides, he had already been very good to her.

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Could this be what Master meant by "having a predestined relationship"?

Lin Feifei pushed open the door and walked out, feeling extremely depressed. She muttered to herself, "He is indeed very good, but if it really is that kind of 'fate,' he already has Miaoqing. What if he goes back and regains his memories, and then fights with that beautiful woman? Wouldn't I, Lin Feifei, be the one who suffers... I'm just daydreaming and letting my imagination run wild again!"

"Brother Lin?"

Hearing the gentle and humble voice, Lin Feifei quickly looked up and saw that it was Zhan Qiuyu.

Zhan Qiuyu was about the same age as her, and he was kind and approachable. Lin Feifei had a good impression of him and admired him. These past two days, a major event had occurred, and as the head of the family, he had managed everything in an orderly manner.