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According to their levels, they were immersed in different potions, and it was unclear how long they had been submerged. Sang Qingxiao could clearly hear their voices, realizing that through such a cruel method, they had retained the consciousness of the girls.
There was a sense of joy, feeling that her current state was quite good compared to before; she felt free, with the ability to hear and continue speaking.
There was also overwhelming hatred, a desire to destroy everything.
Yet there was reason; they gathered together to whisper conspiratorially. Sang Qingxiao leaned in to listen and discovered they were plotting something significant.
Later, she saw the newly appointed High Monk enter the room to select a skull. After choosing one, he used a special method to refine and nurture it. Sang Qingxiao could distinctly feel the changes occurring within these skulls.
As they accumulated more merit, their chaotic consciousness became more complete, wiser, and more cautious. They worked hard to hide themselves, continuously cultivating and growing in the darkness until the final moment when they would know who would win and who would lose.
The Western Shu Ton Sect existed for many years; although there were remnants and successful parinirvana leading to sarira, the path was fraught with death.
The Ton Sect's High Monks were accustomed to this, believing it was merely an issue of personal cultivation potential unrelated to others.
In reality, this was the final confrontation between the High Monks and the girls. The moment of parinirvana for the High Monk was also his most vulnerable and defenseless time. The girls patiently waited for their chance, knowing that only a few could withstand a desperate mental assault.
When parinirvana failed, the bodies were burned, and the Ton Sect viewed them as a disgrace; their names could not be preserved, and all their cultivation efforts ended in vain.
The girls, whether victorious or defeated, remained in the Underworld as souls and received merit nourishment. Most were reborn in the next life, escaping their tragic fates.
With each girl’s success, their experiences were summarized and passed down; the chances of victory grew larger until ultimately leading to the destruction of the entire Western Shu Ton Sect.
The demons were eradicated, yet some merit remained insufficient for accumulating skulls, buried beneath time but still holding hope as long as they persisted. They continued to wait for monks like Yuanhui to appear, enticing them to gain merit for themselves.
From being victims to becoming perpetrators—this cycle repeated endlessly through reincarnation.
Misha rubbed her reddened eyes. "Shopkeeper, I might need to take a few days off."
Sang Qingxiao understood what she intended. "Ah, let Li Cu accompany you; she’ll guide you well."
"Try to find every single one; don’t let them linger any longer. Send them off properly for me; burn more paper money for them to ensure they live comfortably in their next lives."
However, Sang Qingxiao looked at the skull of Muyu that she had been holding tightly; she wondered how many others like her had been brought along to gain merit.
"Misha," she said, "the old site of the Ton Sect might have records. What do you plan to do with her?"
Without hesitation, Sang Qingxiao smiled. "The merit of the royal family should be taken from the people and used for the people. For these years, it has only been tightly held by them; if a little is used by this young girl, I believe it won’t cause any harm."
Misha also smiled. You do protect her, but Old Vine has said that if Merit is lacking, it won't be good for the Great Jing Dynasty.
Merit is something to be taken seriously. If we think of a method to have the people of Jingjing City chant sutras and recite prayers for the royal family, it shouldn't take long to make up for it.
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