Emperor Longteng hated General Shi for betraying the country, casting his ashes to the wind and grinding his bones.

At that time, Emperor Longteng was in a fury, and no one’s persuasion could sway him.

Only Chu Beiqing dared to step forward and request the general’s ashes.

Chu Beiqing’s reason at the time was to prevent the general’s ghost from lingering, so he needed to suppress his ashes at Taichang Temple. In reality, he asked the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship to help the general transcend.

Only then did the general find peace. Currently, his ashes are still enshrined in Taichang Temple.

Shi Fei’s expression grew increasingly complex upon hearing this.

Unexpectedly, it was Divine Doctor Chu who took action.

Initially, when she was falsely accused of tainting the Royal lineage, she sought help from Chu Beiqing, who ignored her. Unexpectedly, he silently aided the Shi Mansion significantly behind the scenes.

Hearing this, Xin Lin initially thought of suggesting to visit General Shi’s ashes, but recalling the earlier events, she just wanted to leave Taichang Temple quickly.

Xin Lin exchanged a few more pleasantries with Monk Fengxi and settled Shi Fei before leaving Taichang Temple.

Only after exiting Taichang Temple did Xin Lin finally breathe a sigh of relief.

This time, it was really nerve-wracking.

Xin Lin wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

A scene involuntarily appeared in her mind.

A moment earlier, she almost got exposed by Monk Fengxi.

Just when she thought she was doomed this time.

Gui Hu suddenly appeared.

Heaven knows, when Xin Lin heard Gui Hu’s voice, she almost felt like giving up.

Gui Hu and Fengxi fought fiercely, and in the next moment, Gui Hu carried her away.

Gui Hu, carrying her and successfully escaping, threw Xin Lin onto the ground like discarding a broken sack.

"Pride Corpse, don’t you know what it means to cherish beauty?"

Trapped by the Kasaya, Xin Lin had only the energy to curse.

The Kasaya on her body ripped apart with a tear, turning into pieces.

She saw a handsome man with a dark face, staring at her gloomily.

"How many times have I told you?"

Gui Hu gritted his teeth.

If he hadn’t arrived in time, could she imagine what would have become of her?

"I remember, I remember, the forty-seventh time, do not provoke people from Taichang Temple."

Xin Lin rubbed her arms and legs, sore from being bound.

"You remember, yet you still dared to offend? Do you know who that monk is?"

Gui Hu’s blue eyes turned a dark navy, a sign of his irritation.

"Of course, I know, people from Taichang Temple, but I had no choice; only they could help Shi Fei leave the Imperial Palace. Besides, it was Fengxi, even if he discovered me, he wouldn’t kill me."

Xin Lin pouted.

"He wouldn’t kill you, but your fate would be a hundred times worse than death."

Seeing Xin Lin still having a favorable impression of Fengxi at this moment.

Gui Hu’s handsome face turned black as the bottom of a pot.

"Do you know how the supposedly Righteous Path deals with our kind?"

Gui Hu sneered.

Having lived for thousands of years, he had seen countless atrocities.

Death, undoubtedly, was the most comfortable end among them.

The little hen would never know what he’d endured over the millennia for survival, for the existence of the Ghost Path.

Xin Lin was taken aback.

This time, Gui Hu was truly angry.

"If you insist on meeting him, from now on, we have nothing to do with each other. I won’t save you again, nor will we have any ties. When I find a way to extract the Fu Tian Pill in your body, I will come to take it out. With various forces now gathered in Purple Cloud City, you should take care of yourself."

With that, Gui Hu vanished, leaving no trace behind.