The past events are not complicated to talk about, but it took Zhao Hongyu a long time to tell them.

At first she was quite resistant, talking about the situation but not the bones. Later, she gradually got into the situation and spoke in detail with tears in her eyes.

Underneath the tragedy of the political marriage, there is also the love and hatred between it and the prince.

If it were expanded, it could be a half-part costume palace-fighting ethics drama with a silly and sweet heroine.

It's just that she doesn't have the halo of a protagonist. Under the shadow of imperial power and politics, she wanders between Li and Song Dynasties. Zhao Hongyu loses every game and her whole family is massacred.

He wanted revenge, but unfortunately he drifted too far in the long river of time.

There is only a cavity of resentment with nowhere to vent, and it turns into a ghost of resentment.

"After three hundred years, if you want revenge, you may not even be able to find your target." Qin He spit out a mouthful of melon seed shells and said casually.

The more you watch shadow puppet shows, the more you feel the joys and sorrows of the human world.

When the great torrent of the times rolls in, the ups and downs of personal destiny can be summed up in four words: you cannot control yourself.

"Three hundred years..." A trace of confusion flashed in Zhao Hongyu's eyes, but she soon became cold again and said: "They killed my Manchus. If I can't kill them, I will kill their descendants, retaliation for retaliation."

"You can't do it." Qin He shook his head. "According to time calculation, your husband passed away not long after you joined the ghost world. There was a battle for the throne later. Strictly speaking, he has been extinct."

"He...he didn't ascend the throne? He still had no heirs?" Zhao Hongyu's face was shocked and she murmured: "How could it be possible? He has an heir."

"It was a complicated and bloody era. No matter the princes, nobles, or generals of the Tian family, there were many heads. Also, let me remind you that this is Yanjing, the capital of the Li Dynasty, not Jinling."

"The capital has also been moved?"

"It makes no sense if you want to kill the descendants of the royal family. After more than three hundred generations of reproduction, there are millions of people in the Dali royal family, including princes and nobles, but the vast majority are common people. You can't do it, and you can't

will be allowed."

Zhao Hongyu was silent, but the ghost energy around her was entangled, and it was obvious that she had not let go of her resentment.

If you can easily let go of the resentment in your heart, then you are no longer a resentful ghost.

"My father has made it very clear. You have missed the era of revenge, and there are no enemies in this era." At this time, Wang Tiezhu couldn't help but said while shoveling the ashes.

"Then this is how the blood feud between my whole family is settled?"

Zhao Hongyu was a little angry, and her ghostly spirit began to show off, and she said angrily: "Why?"

Qin He paused for a moment, not knowing where to start.

First of all, Zhao Hongyu is indeed very sad. Not only was her entire family massacred, but she also indirectly became an accomplice.

There are hundreds of parents, brothers, sisters, and relatives. Such a heavy yoke of hatred is something that even a saint may not be able to let go of while he is still alive.

Besides, she is just a woman.

But the word "why" contains too much helplessness and subjective limitations.

Zhao Hongyu really has no reason to give up her hatred. It is normal for dynasties to change and for the royal family to be killed.

Why should the entire Zhao Hongyu family be an exception?

The Song Dynasty was unable to defend itself against the enemy and relied on the people of the world to bring their own rations to withstand the iron hooves of the Rong tribe for nearly a hundred years. What could they do?

Everyone has "why" they are dissatisfied with. If they all used this as an excuse to vent their hatred, would there be anyone alive in this world?

Qin He watched shadow puppet shows and observed the life paths of countless dead people.

Which dead person has no resentment or hatred in his heart?

Which dead person is not filled with helplessness and regret?

In the boundless darkness, a beam of light lights up, then the circle of light is heaven, and the boundary between light and darkness is the world.

The world is in chaos, and it has always been like this.

Thousands of words in his heart converged into one sentence in Qin He's mouth: "You can't beat me~"

This great immortal is not Tang Monk.

Why do I have to waste so much time trying to reason with you?

Because you are good-looking?

If you hadn't had time to commit evil deeds, I would have burned you long ago.

"Let go of your resentment and reincarnate. You were already dead when you joined the ghost realm three hundred years ago. The dead have no involvement in human affairs. Heaven has its own reincarnation, and everyone has his destiny. This era has nothing to do with you." After a pause.

, Qin He still tried to persuade him.

However, this is destined to be in vain. The resentful ghost is full of resentment and has already changed its mind. How can it be made to let go with just a few words of advice?

"That's easy for you to say!"

Zhao Hongyu's ghostly aura completely erupted, and the fierce wind blew the whole crematorium buzzing, "You are an official of the Li Dynasty. I have nothing to say to you. If you stop this princess, I will fight you to the death!!"

As soon as the voice fell, the yin energy around its body condensed, and the ghost hairpin appeared in front of it again, and it was about to take action.

But at this moment, panicked sounds fell from the sky, like the whispers of gods, and like the lamentations of distant heavens.

The terrifying coercion of heaven descended on Zhao Hongyu's head in an instant, as heavy as a mountain and unable to match it.

At the same time, the ghost energy around it crazily overflowed, turning into blue smoke and dissipating, disappearing without a trace.

Zhao Hongyu made a painful howl, and the scarlet in her eyes slowly faded and dissipated, like scraping bones to cure poison.

"Transcendence?"

Beside Wang Tiezhu, Hui Miqiu, who was pulling the bellows, had eyes shining brightly.

Qin He kept chanting in his mouth, clearly trying to save the female ghost.

The Sutra of Combating Evils: This is a residual sutra derived from the "Dharma Sutra of Combating Evils", which can ward off bad luck. Note: This sutra is prone to cause and effect, and should be used with caution by those who have no merit or attainment.

The so-called salvation is to use great magic power to reverse the cause and effect of heaven, so as to transcend the sea of ​​suffering and reach the other shore. It is not just as simple as being sent to the underworld.

The female ghost has been transformed into a ghost for three hundred years. Even if she has not committed any evil deeds, she still has to go through hell. However, she can be reincarnated directly without any sins.

Qin He's magical power was powerful and his merits were profound. In just ten breaths, the ghostly aura and resentment from Zhao Hongyu's body was dispelled. Her whole body was wrapped in a white mist, and her soul eyes returned to clarity.

"Since ancient times, no one can fully let go of the grudges and hatreds. Obsession in the heart is nothing but a prison. Your relatives have already been reincarnated. Only by letting go of your obsession and cutting off this life can you have an afterlife." Qin He squeezed the seal with his hand. If

After being saved, Zhao Hongyu still refused to let go of her obsession, so she had no choice but to get rid of her.

Tears welled up in Zhao Hongyu's eyes. After struggling for a moment, she slowly knelt down and said, "The little girl thanks the official for his kindness. She is willing to be reincarnated according to the official's order and repay her kindness in the next life."

As soon as she finished speaking, tears fell from her eyes, glistening like drops.

Soul tears are her last obsession.

When soul tears fall, a life is cut short.

"Go ahead."

Qin He waved his hand.

"yes."
Chapter completed!