After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

The original owner had depended on her mother since she was a child. She didn't know who her father was. She only knew that her mother had some spare money, so she raised her to be delicate and tender, completely different from other girls in the village who did farm work.

After her mother's earnest pleading, she was able to attend classes in a private school and learn to read and understand some principles. Now that Pu Ran has clearly sorted out her past memories, she naturally respects and loves her mother even more.

Before leaving for Liancheng, she asked to go back to the village just to say goodbye to her mother.

The village had potholes in the mud, dilapidated farmhouses, and chickens and ducks pecking at the food nearby.

Seeing Puran coming back, the villagers just glanced at her coldly and moved away.

Liu Yin, who was following behind her, saw everything. The young man lifted his clothes with both hands to prevent the cloth from getting stained with mud and water. He frowned and approached her, saying angrily: "Why do you hide when you see me?"

The disgust was so far away that it reached Liu Yin's eyes.

Pu Ran stared straight ahead with a calm look in his eyes, and said in a vague voice:

"Back then, my mother settled here alone while pregnant. Many people spread rumors that she seduced a man and was abandoned, and accused her of being immoral."

"Besides, my mother has a lot of money. We live better than other people in the village. They can't help but be jealous."

The villagers spurned and bullied this woman because of the unfounded rumors, and children of the same age who were doing farm work were jealous of Pu Ran being pampered, which led to the current situation.

My mother was already in poor health, and was depressed because of her worries. Add to that the rumors and gossip, and she had no way to defend herself, so she passed away.

The young man put his fingers on the flute at his waist, rubbing his fingertips against the rough wood. He asked with the intention of making her happy, "Why don't you let me punish these people?"

He has plenty of ways to make these people suffer.

Pu Ran walked without stopping, looking straight ahead, and said in a cold voice: "No need, their suffering is still to come."

Now that the mother is dead, the person who has lost a target to vent his malice will automatically look for the next victim.

Maybe it was Ah Huang who had a good harvest last year, maybe it was the beautiful Yu Niang, or maybe it was Zhao Lang who won a lot of money in gambling...

In this barren and boring little village where desire is rampant, the next victim might be the person who had spoken ill of Puran's mother.

Hearing this, Liu Yin was puzzled for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the villagers who were leaving. Then he smiled and took Pu Ran's arm, saying obediently: "Okay! I'll do whatever you say!"

Pu Ran led Liu Yin to the courtyard, took out the key from under the stone in the corner, opened the door, and saw that the house was bare.

Her misery made the young man feel a little pity for her.

In fact, the reason why we were so poor was that we used all the last bit of money we had to pay for our mother's funeral.

Pu Ran walked to the corner, where there was a wooden box containing a pile of persimmon cakes wrapped in coarse cloth.

"Here, keep it. This is our rations for the journey."

"Junior sister, you are so kind!"

His eyes immediately sparkled, he took a piece and bit off it directly, leaving white icing on the edge of his lips, which made Pu Ran want to punch him twice again.

"Don't eat it. This is for emergency use in case you have a hysterical attack."

"Oh……"

He had long forgotten that their wallets were now whiter than their faces, and that he would have an appetite induced by the sudden hunger.

He might be on his way at that time, but he would get dizzy and chase a rabbit on the roadside and run away.

He smacked his lips, as if he remembered the nausea of ​​having a mouth full of blood and fur, and quickly put away the dried persimmon and stuffed it into his arms, solemnly assuring: "Don't worry! I won't eat it until the critical moment!"

Pu Ran raised the corner of his lips slightly, and praised him with satisfaction: "Good boy."

The boy, who had just turned his back and was about to secretly take a couple more bites, felt his ears burning and his fair face turned a beautiful layer of pink.

He followed her in small steps, his eyelashes fluttering as he uttered "hmm" softly.

Then Puran changed into a clean set of clothes and took him to the cemetery in the back mountain.

Puran picked wild flowers from the roadside, carefully tied them into a bouquet and placed them in front of the tombstone.

"Mother."

She squatted down, thought about it and decided to shout out.

"I'm going out to see the wider world. I don't know when we'll meet again after this separation."

The gentle and calm voice sounds like the sound of plucked strings.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of myself."

She will protect the original owner's body from harm.

After she finished speaking, a breeze blew from afar, breaking the windless calm with its warmth, caressing her cheek gently, as gentle as a mother's soft palm.

Pu Ran was stunned for a moment, then his crescent-shaped eyes curved and a smile flashed across his face.

“May this merit be used to adorn the Buddha’s Pure Land, repay the fourfold kindness, and relieve the sufferings of the three evil paths.”

"If anyone who sees or hears this, all of them will develop bodhi mind, finish this life, and be born together in the Pure Land..."

She knelt down in gratitude.

He consciously assumed the responsibilities of the original owner and treated the woman as his own mother.

"Mother, the mountains are high and the road is long, so I will leave you here."

After doing all this, Pu Ran's body felt exceptionally relaxed, and his spiritual energy was richer than before.

She left, along with Liu Yin who was waiting beside her.

The boy was curious: "What sutra did you just recite?"

"The Ksitigarbha Sutra."

"It sounds pretty good. Read it to me again."

Upon hearing this, Pu Ran pretended to be indifferent and glanced at him, saying teasingly: "Okay, after you die, I will naturally pray for your soul in your mourning hall."

Liu Yin's face fell instantly, and then he grumbled: "It will be soon. Anyway, my body can't hold on for a few more years..."

He began to cry in a dramatic way: "Junior sister, you must come to my funeral."

There was an inexplicable deep emotion in what he said.

Pu Ran said nothing and silently took his hand.

Liu Yin stiffened slightly, his long eyelashes slightly closed, and his five fingers tightened little by little, holding her hand again.

He didn't know that Puran was transferring his spiritual power to him through their clasped hands.

I didn't know that the damaged tendons and veins in my body were being slowly but gently repaired by the spiritual power.

What he said about granting him a reward for his kindness was not a lie. Although he called him a little follower, Pu Ran actually intended to keep Liu Yin by his side and use his spiritual energy to nourish and repair his body bit by bit. Over time, he would live longer.

Everyone in this world is an ordinary person, except her who is surrounded by spiritual energy.

This little stone is a treasure.

It is a unique treasure in this world.