After his rebirth, Mr. Fu panicked

"Donor lady, are you having a nightmare again?"

The abbot of the temple asked Su Yaoyao in a gentle tone, "You came to pray in the middle of the night, you must have had a nightmare again."

The old host is already quite familiar with Su Yaoyao.

This gentle and somewhat mysterious little girl has often appeared in the temple recently. Every time she does so, she prays devoutly, and there is always an indescribable sadness between her brows.

Once, the old abbot even found her crying silently in front of the Buddhist temple late at night, as if she was telling the Buddha about some unbearable pain.

But no matter when, she was so respectful and pious that people couldn't help but feel pity for her.

When the old host met Su Yaoyao for the first time, he felt an unusual aura from her.

He was not an ordinary person, so he could naturally see that this woman was not an ordinary person.

No, to be more precise, she is a person who has died once. Her soul seems to have left her body, but returned to the world by some chance.

The old host knew that this was a secret that could not be revealed. Although the old host knew it very well, he never pointed it out.

He just silently paid attention to Su Yaoyao with a more compassionate attitude, hoping that she could find inner peace under the protection of the Buddha.

Su Yaoyao nodded as a response to the host.

She walked silently to the donation box and put in some coins. This was an offering to the Buddha and also a comfort to her own heart.

Then she stood up and looked at the old host with some expectation.

"Master, is there a place in your temple for the salvation of souls?" she asked softly, "I want to pray for the souls of those who died unjustly, so that they can be reincarnated peacefully."

The host's heart moved. He knew that the "unjustly dead person" mentioned by Su Yaoyao must have a deep connection with her. Perhaps, this was a knot in her heart, a knot that needed the power of Buddha to resolve.

"Yes, lady donor." The host said slowly, "There is a quiet bamboo forest behind the temple, and there is an altar for salvation.

If you wish, I can arrange a memorial service for you."

Hearing this, Su Yaoyao's eyes flashed with gratitude. She bowed deeply, "Thank you, Master, I do."

"It's just..." The master hesitated a little, and a trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

"Just what?" Su Yaoyao frowned, her clear eyes staring at the master with worry in them.

The host master spoke slowly, "We just need the deceased's birth date, clothes, or hair as a guide. After that, the family members who want to pray for his soul need to kneel down devoutly on each step and bow nine times, until they reach the depths of the bamboo forest."

After hearing this, Su Yaoyao frowned and looked embarrassed, "This..."

She muttered to herself, her heart full of confusion and embarrassment.

What she was worried about was not the hardship of the three steps and nine bows, but how to find the birth date, hair or clothes of the unborn child? The child left in a hurry before coming into this world, leaving behind only her memories of her previous life and deep longing.

"Donor, don't you have these?" The master seemed to see Su Yaoyao's confusion and asked softly.

Su Yaoyao shook her head helplessly, "No, it's an unborn child."

Her voice was filled with endless regret and sorrow. She didn't even get to see her child before he was killed by Fu Yanchuan and Su Juanjuan.

After hearing this, the host's eyes flashed with a gleam of understanding.

"Oh, so that's how it is. That's easy. As the saying goes, our body and hair are inherited from our parents, so they have the most direct connection with the mother. Since this is for the salvation of the unborn child, then please provide some of his mother's hair or blood."

After hearing this, Su Yaoyao remained silent for a long time.

She gently stroked her belly, where her connection and hope with the child had once been nurtured.

Now, she wants to use her hair and skin to commemorate the life that has never come into this world, to pray for his salvation, and hope that he can rest in peace in another world.

The breeze blew gently, and the bamboo forest rustled, as if singing a dirge for the child who had left.

Su Yaoyao took a deep breath, plucked a strand of hair from her head and handed it to the master.

She knew that this was her last connection with the child and the last thing she could do for the child.

On a moonlit night, Su Yaoyao followed the master's three steps and nine bows, kneeling step by step towards the depths of the bamboo forest.

Her heart was filled with sadness and longing, but more of a sense of relief. This was the only thing she could do for her child.

Although that child never came into this world, he lives forever in her heart and will always be her baby.

And tonight, she will see him off in her own way, wishing that he can find peace and happiness in another world, and that he will not meet a father like Fu Yanchuan in his next life, who is willing to abandon even his own child for a woman.

"Female donor, if you are tired, you can take a rest." The host saw that she did not look well.

"It doesn't matter to me," Su Yaoyao shook her head. Compared to the tragic death of her child, what was the pain she felt?

The real host did not force it, and the group did not rush Su Yaoyao, and followed her slowly towards the bamboo forest.

In the bamboo forest of the temple, a solemn and sacred ritual for the salvation of souls is about to begin.

Su Yaoyao was full of piety and expectation, hoping that through this ritual, the soul of the person who died unjustly could rest in peace and that the guilt and pain in her heart could be alleviated a little.

The old abbot prayed silently for her, hoping that the Buddha would bless her with mercy and make everything perfect.

After the ritual was over, the old host walked slowly to Su Yaoyao, holding a string of Buddhist beads that sparkled with a mysterious luster.

His voice was deep and compassionate. "Donor lady, this string of Buddhist beads has been blessed. You need to wear it on your wrist for 49 days. During this period, you must not take it off and do not expose it to direct sunlight. In this way, your child will be able to reincarnate smoothly like a normal soul and enter the cycle of reincarnation."

Su Yaoyao's eyes sparkled with gratitude when she heard this.

She knew that this was not just a string of Buddhist beads, but also the hope for the future of her child in her previous life.

She respectfully took the Buddhist beads from the old abbot with both hands. The texture of the beads made her heart tremble, as if she could feel the profound Buddhist power and compassion contained in them.

"Thank you for hosting."

There was endless gratitude in Su Yaoyao's voice. She looked down at the Buddhist beads on her wrist. Each bead seemed to be shining with the Buddha's light, warm and peaceful. Strangely, her heart also calmed down.

The old host smiled slightly, with deep compassion and blessings in his eyes: "Donor, everything has cause and effect. May your good karma bring good results. This string of Buddhist beads will protect you and your children. May you be reunited soon."

Su Yaoyao tightly grasped the Buddhist beads on her wrist, as if she was covering her own child's hand.

She took a deep breath, looked up at the Buddha statue, her heart filled with piety and anticipation.

At this moment, she seemed to see the day when she would reunite with her child in the future. The sun would shine on their smiling faces, and everything would be full of hope and beauty. Her child would surely be able to reincarnate like a normal soul and come back to her again.

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