Chapter 89

"It won't matter, monk. I'll teach you." He leaned back on the bed, looked at Tang Ning, and said, "to surpass the dead, it's easier to cross the dead than ordinary people with your wisdom root and the light of Buddhism."

"Do you really want me to come? Do I need to bathe, change clothes, burn incense and gargle She asked with a smile.

The old monk shook his head and said with a smile, "don't bother. You just need to recite the death mantra for the dead. Listen carefully and I'll teach you."

Seeing this, Tang Ning listened carefully. Her eyes flashed slightly when she heard the Scriptures murmured from the old monk's mouth. It seems that, even if the time and space are different, the Sutras in this Buddhist sutra are the same. The mantra of death in the mouth of the old monk is the same as the mantra she has been exposed to before.

Zheng Heng was waiting outside. He looked at the guest room from time to time. After a while, he saw that Tang Ning came out, and then he called out: "master Tang?"

"Just tonight! Take your sister's ashes, and I'll cross for her and send her away. " Said downing.

Hearing this, Zheng Heng looked happy and bowed his hand and said, "thank you, master Tang. I'll go back to talk to my parents now."

Tang Ning saw that he walked out briskly. With a smile and a little tiptoe, he jumped onto the roof and looked in the direction of Chang's house.

The dark clouds were surging above the Chang family's house, which was even more turbulent before nightfall. It seems that the disaster of the Chang family's extermination will be tonight.

If the Chang family is a family of good deeds, even if there are disasters, there will also be noble people to help. Naturally, there will be no harm to the family. It is a pity that if the Chang family has a hundred years of history, if there are strong people who want to destroy their family, how difficult is it to destroy them overnight?

Taking back her eyes, she sat down on the roof with her knees crossed. The spirit breath in her body began to practice

Until, at night, she came to the main court.

The servants in the main courtyard have been dismissed. In the courtyard, there are only Mr. and Mrs. Zheng Chonglin, Zheng Heng, and an urn in his hand.

Seeing Tang Ning come in, they called respectfully: "Tangshi."

Tang Ning nodded to them, and her eyes fell on the urn held by Zheng Heng. As she stood in the night, she asked, "are you ready?"

"Master Tang, let me bid farewell to my parents and brothers." When the voice came, he saw the shadow of the soul slowly knelt down to the three of them and kowtowed three heads.

"My daughter can't be around my parents in the future. Please forgive my daughter for her unfiliality. The greatest blessing in my life is to be my father's daughter. If I have another life, I hope I can be the daughter of the Zheng family."

Mrs. Zheng wiped her tears and sobbed: "good boy, you will always be our good daughter."

Zheng Zhonglin gently patted his wife's hand, looked at his daughter, several times wanted to speak, but it seemed that they were stuck in the throat and couldn't say it. His eyes were slightly red and he looked at her for a long time without saying anything.

Who would have thought that the children who were born in a small group now walk in front of them and become a ghost? Every time he thought of it, he felt terrible.

"Sister, parents, you don't have to worry. I'll take care of them. You can go at ease." Zheng Heng said.

Tang Ning looked at the shadow, and after another salute, he came to her.

"Master Tang, I'm ready."