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Volume 2: Equality of Things Chapter 1: Goddess of Mercy

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    Love in the world is also due to the imperfection of the human heart and the need for resonance from the other half.  When the heavy rain fell, the lake reappeared, and the two fish swam freely in the water.  But they forgot to cling to each other.  And the soul is perfect and strong, but it does not need the nourishment of love!  "

    Song Xiuxiu listened to Song Niang's words and half understood, but was not convinced. She retorted: "When two fishes return to the water, they should cherish each other even more The relationship that has experienced adversity together should be more precious.  yes¡­¡­"

    Song Niang did not refute, but instead laughed: "It's not bad that you think so. I'll leave Fu Lang to you!"

    Song Xiuxiu was ashamed and angry, and said: "What's the mess, leave it to me"

    Song Niang said lightly: "The bloodline of the Fu family must be passed on Neither I nor Shunhua can do it. But you are the only one. After all, you have an engagement with Fu Lang"

    Song Xiuxiu blushed and said: "That's just what my old man said casually because he was confused. It can't be taken seriously. And Fu said it wasn't true and didn't agree"

    Song Niang said calmly: "None of this is important. The important thing is that I chose you. I like you, and I don't want a woman I don't like to inherit Fu Lang's bloodline"

    "Bah, bah, what kind of blood" Song Xiuxiu's words were a little knotted, and her face was like a red tomato: "If you want to do it, you can do it yourself, I won't do it. There are not many fox girls in this world who have that child.  What¡¯s the matter?¡±

    Song Niang smiled slightly, her eyes were indifferent and aloof, as if she were a god sitting in the nine heavens: "In fact, my favorite poem by Fu Lang is that the bright moon was there at that time, and the colorful clouds returned"

    After saying this, a light green flame suddenly burned on his body.  Song Xiuxiu screamed and wanted to help put out the fire.  However, they were separated by a force and could not get close to Song Niang.

    In the midst of the fire, Song Niang suddenly sang: "even though cardamom is a good poet, the dream of a brothel is good, but it is difficult to express deep feelings. The Twenty-Four Bridge is still there, the heart is shaking, and the cold moon is silent. Reading the red medicine beside the bridge, the New Year  Every year you know who you are born for.  Recite the red medicine by the bridge, and you know who you are born for every year.  Recite the red medicine by the bridge, and every year"

    In the end, it was so low that it could not be heard. In the raging fire, Song Niang was completely swallowed up.  I don't know how long it took, but the fire was extinguished, leaving only black ash on the ground and no other traces.  The beautiful woman with a beautiful smile just now is now nothing but black and ashes.

    Song Xiuxiu exclaimed and fell to the ground.  This time no one helped him up, and the silent tears just fell down.  She didn't even know why, but she and Song Niang didn't know each other at all, and they only exchanged a few words.

    I don¡¯t know how long it took, but several palace maids walked in quietly and helped Song Xiuxiu up.  After carefully collecting the black ashes into the jade box, a palace maid said: "A new Guanyin Temple has been built in the Imperial Prefect's Mansion, and the sacrifice is for the Guanyin Empress The ashes are going to be enshrined in the temple. Miss, would you like to go and see  !¡±

    Song Xiuxiu nodded mechanically and said unconsciously: "Empress Guanyin?"

    "Observe all the sounds in the world, know all the suffering in the world of mortals, and save all suffering sentient beings. This is the Goddess of Mercy!"

    Song Xiuxiu said: "Is there such a kind and compassionate god in the world? I must go to worship him."

    "Come with me!" The palace maid smiled slightly and said: "I have made a vow to convert to the Guanyin Empress. As soon as this matter comes to an end, I will serve the empress in the temple!'

    Song Xiuxiu looked at how beautiful this palace maid was. Although she was not as beautiful as Song Niang, her beauty was still breathtaking.  Thinking about it, there are so many beauties in the palace, and there are very few such women. Unexpectedly, this woman does not seek to be favored by the king, but would rather serve the gods. What a pity!

    Seemingly knowing what Song Niang would think, the palace maid smiled brightly, like a flower in full bloom.  Even Song Xiuxiu was dumbfounded. That smile was definitely born from the happiness and contentment in her heart.

    ¡°There is so much suffering in the world, I am willing to follow the empress and free all suffering sentient beings!¡±

    As we were talking, we arrived at the Guanyin Temple.  The temple was not so magnificent.  But it was filled with a sense of tranquility as I followed the palace maid into the temple.

    Song Xiuxiu screamed again, but she saw a statue sitting on top of the divine case. It was not covered with gold foil like the common ones in the world, but seemed to be carved from beautiful jade.  Smiling and lifelike.  She looks exactly like a Song Niang

    "Could it be that Song Niang is Guanyin Empress?" Song Xiuxiu made a surprised sound.

    However, the statue actually smiled slightly, and a green divine light shot down, covering Song Xiuxiu's body.  Makes people feel safe and warm.

     "Congratulations to Miss Xiuxiu, this is the favor of the empress. It can bless you to have a safe and happy life without any disasters!" The palace maid said, gently kneeling down on the futon in front of the statue, worshiping devoutly, with long black hair.  When it is spread out, the light can discern people.

    The palace maid placed the jade box on the sacred table very devoutly, took out a dagger from her arms, grabbed her long hair, and cut it off with the dagger.  Suddenly, clouds of hair fell down one after another, flying like snow.

    "I am now determined to serve the empress and save all living beings in need in the world. Bless the empress"

    Seeing such a situation, Song Xiuxiu didn't know how she felt. She didn't know how she walked out in despair, and even subconsciously returned to the small building.

    A ray of light shines through all things, and there is warm sunshine everywhere, like a green field.  There were two women with haloes of light behind them, and a mirror hung in mid-air in front of them, showing everything that happened in the Guanyin Temple.  Seeing Song Xiuxiu walking out of the temple in despair, Song Niang sighed, stretched out her hand, and the mirror disappeared in mid-air.

    "Sister Songniang really has no regrets? Are you going to burn your body like this?" The person who spoke was Shun Hua, with a black and yellow crown, looking like an ancient king.

    But Song Niang is dressed in white like snow, not stained by dust.  There was a red lotus-like mark between her eyebrows. Her body was cold, but she said: "So what if you stay? You will have to take this step sooner or later anyway. It's better to get it over with earlier"

    Neither of them was interested in talking anymore. They saw that the nine-story platform under their feet had changed greatly.  The Ghost Emperor's palace has disappeared, and the nine-story platform has undergone fundamental changes.

    Originally, the top of the nine-story platform was precious because it was closest to the palace where the Ghost Emperor slept, and it was the safest place in the underworld.  But once the Ghost Emperor's Palace disappeared, the entire nine-story platform became an ordinary place.

    Palaces that are as majestic as royal palaces are built on the nine-story platform. There happens to be one on each floor. They are the ten ghost kings of this world.

    Groups of newly deceased ghosts were escorted by Yin soldiers, filed in, and were judged layer by layer, and finally decided on their final destination.  Although it is just a rough start, it is now slowly gaining momentum.  (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
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