The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 35 Evil Demon Meets Buddhism 4 (The End)

The next day she went early, and after hesitating for a long time before leaving, she secretly took off her hat. She even braided her long hair into a plait and quietly placed it on her left shoulder.

Jing Chan felt uneasy; deep down, she lacked confidence.

Just then, she heard footsteps behind her. Turning around, she saw Huo Zhao's amazed expression, with a bundle of firewood beside him.

At that moment, her heart was at peace.

"Your firewood?"

"Oh, I chopped it for you. You're not strong enough to chop it yourself, so you can only pick it up. That's too slow. I'll chop the wood for you, it won't take long."

Huo Zhao actually used sorcery to strike, and it only took a few seconds.

"Now that you're done, I'm taking this firewood and leaving?"

Huo Zhao was shocked: "You...you're leaving?"

Jing Chan stepped forward, stared at him, and asked, "You don't want me to leave?"

"Me, me"

Huo Zhao was speechless for a long time, and his face turned red again.

"Hehe... Let's go pick some wood ear mushrooms over there." Jing Chan laughed, and Huo Zhaoye's awkwardness was dispelled by her laughter.

One day, two days passed, and by the third day, Jingchan had accumulated enough courage.

On this day, she came to see Huo Zhao as usual, and they took a walk together in the woods.

Passing by a clump of wildflowers, Jing Chan picked a flower, put it behind her ear, and asked Huo Zhao, "Does it look pretty?"

With a flower behind her ear and a smile on her lips, Jing Chan was more beautiful than even the most beautiful immortal women in Huo Zhao's eyes.

"nice."

In the woods, the leaves began to fall, rustling down one after another. They walked through the woods as if they had entered a fairyland where only they existed. Jing Chan reached out and caught a leaf, playing with it in his hand.

"Huo Zhao, I am fifteen today."

Huo Zhao recalled what the clan elders had said: humans pay great attention to birthdays, unlike their demon race, who only celebrate their birthdays once every fifty or one hundred years.

"Then, then I should bring you a congratulatory gift."

Huo Zhao was very annoyed, but Jing Chan smiled and comforted him: "Huo Zhao, I just want a congratulatory gift."

"What do you want? I'll bring it back to you even if it means going through fire and water."

"It doesn't have to be that dangerous, it's just a matter of whether you're willing."

"I'm willing. I'll do anything you want."

"You're alone, and I'm alone too. The two of us are a family. Huo Zhao, would you like to start a family with me?"

Jing Chan spoke frankly, but her eyes darted around, avoiding Huo Zhao's expression.

Jing Chan's words clearly startled Huo Zhao, who remained silent for a long time.

Jing Chan asked somewhat nervously, "You don't want to?"

Huo Zhao reacted: "I'm willing! I'm willing. Jing Chan, give me a home, let's make a home together."

Huo Zhao held Jing Chan's hand tightly; that was his home! After living for over a thousand years, he finally had a home of his own.

The man is in love, the woman is willing, their hearts are in sync, and things will naturally fall into place.

*

Jing Chan and Huo Zhao were about to get married, but when Jing Chan took Huo Zhao into the Buddhist temple, Huo Zhao was struck by a Buddhist light and sent away.

He had killed countless people, his sins were heinous, and he was not allowed to enter this sacred Buddhist site. But he didn't want to refuse Jing Chan, and hoping for the best, he went anyway.

At the entrance of Kiyomizu-dera Temple, Master Jingchen looked at the man accompanying Jingchan and felt a sense of panic.

"Jingchan, your master does not agree to you marrying this man."

Jing Chan looked puzzled and pleaded, "Master, why?"

“He has a fierce face and a murderous aura; he is not a good person. Moreover, he cannot even enter the Buddhist order. The sins he has committed and the evil he has done are unforgivable.”

Upon hearing this, Huo Zhao immediately knelt down and made a promise: "Master, I will be a good person, and I will definitely bring happiness to Jing Chan."

Huo Zhao used to be ignorant of good and evil, right and wrong, and even less aware of why people should strive to do good. But by Jing Chan's side, he gradually came to understand that doing good is protecting others, and even more so, protecting oneself; doing good is so that all living beings in the world can live peacefully and happily.

Jing Chan didn't believe her master's words at all. She had been a Buddhist her whole life, but at this moment, she felt that even Buddha had been wrong. How could Huo Zhao be such an evil person!

"Master, whether you agree or not, I want to marry him." With that, Jing Chan knelt down beside Huo Zhao.

Jingchen was trembling with anger but couldn't persuade her otherwise. She started turning the prayer beads, and the second bead fell off. The prayer beads she had worn for over twenty years suddenly broke, and all the beads scattered on the ground.

Bad luck!

"Do you know that after you come of age, I will teach you the art of observing destiny and predicting fate? Among so many people at Kiyomizu-dera Temple, you are the only one qualified to learn it."

"I know, but I am no longer willing."

Unlike the path of cultivating immortality, Buddhism and Taoism have their own set of skills for seeking immortality and enlightenment. However, those who can cultivate Buddhism and Taoism are even harder to find than those who can cultivate immortality, as they require attention to one's character, comprehension, greed, resentment, and obsession.

"Get up," Jingchen sighed.

“If Master doesn’t agree, we won’t get up.” Jing Chan knew Jing Chen’s soft heart. Last time, when A Shui and the others stole valuables and ran away, she should have reported it to the authorities, but she didn’t.

"Two years. I need to observe him for two years. During this time, you must stay in the temple and practice Buddhism while keeping your hair. If he truly turns to good, then I will follow you."

"Really? Thank you, Master!"

Jing Chan quickly pulled Huo Zhao up, and Huo Zhao was also very happy. Two years! He would definitely do it.

Jingchen looked at the two young people and couldn't help but sigh, wondering if they could survive this ordeal.

For Jing Chan, the years from fifteen to seventeen were the longest, but also the happiest. She and Huo Zhao counted down the days, wishing they could turn seventeen immediately.

In the past two years, Huo Zhao has been trying to learn how to be a good person. He studied Buddhist scriptures with Jing Chan, listened to her preach profound truths, and tried to help people every day when he went down the mountain. He even began to fight against the demons around Mushan Town, protecting the town from any demonic interference as a demon himself.

Huo Zhaozhen really wanted to be a good demon, and for the first time, he had the idea of ​​atoning for the innocent humans he had killed.

He was also afraid, afraid that his identity as a demon would be exposed, and afraid that Jing Chan would find out about the things he had done to hurt people.

No one understood Zhao Jingchan's righteous indignation and black-and-white thinking better than him. Jingchan took a detached view of everything in the world and didn't strive too hard for anything.

But he couldn't; once he had it, he could never let it go.

In order to live a normal life, Huo Zhao often went to the local escort agency to work as a镖局 (escort agency). Of course, occasionally working as a镖局 was just an excuse; he needed to settle things with the wolf clan so that he wouldn't want to go back in the future.

Unfortunately, they were both too busy planning for the future during those two years and didn't have time to cherish the time they spent together. Little did they know that those two years would later become their most cherished memories.