The same sentence was asked by Fahai not long ago.

Only that time, his tone was filled with sharp inquiry and suspicion, but this time, it was filled with a kind of excitement and anxiety.

Fuyin stood up: "The answer to this question..." Before he could finish his words, the ringing bell suddenly stopped, and the spider banshee who was suppressing the strange movement of the spring water suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Fuyin lowered his eyes slightly and walked towards the Spider Banshee.

As Fuyin approached, the crimson water surging in the spring became more violent, filled with a violent and restless uneasiness.

Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer behind her, the Spider Banshee didn't even have time to look back. What was happening now was something she didn't expect, and she didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest. If she couldn't turn her head this time,

With the remnants of the soul consciousness of her compatriots suppressed, I am afraid that she will no longer be able to have peace not only at night, but also during the day.

However, even though she had put all her energy into this, the strange movement under the spring still did not change. Instead, her body became weaker and weaker under the continuous consumption of demonic power.

If you continue like this, you will have no choice but to completely change back to your original form and suppress it.

She gritted her teeth and was about to shed her transformed body when a powerful and warm force suddenly entered her body from behind.

Spider Banshee was slightly startled.

At this moment, all the fatigue and damage in her body disappeared. She opened her eyes in disbelief and suddenly turned back to look at the man standing behind her.

Fuyin placed his hands on the Spider Banshee's shoulder blades, and golden light composed of Buddhist and Sanskrit characters flowed out of his palms.

There was also an extremely faint light lingering on his body, a golden color that was warmer than the sun, like the winter snow melting on the branches of winter plum blossoms, or like the golden lotus growing out of the white snow.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Spider Banshee's consciousness seemed to have entered a pure white space.

It was a vast expanse of white, windless and quiet, with only herself and the man in plain white clothes.

Spider Banshee was a little dazed, "You..."

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but when all the words she wanted to say came to her lips, she didn't know where to start, leaving only complicated emotions and a disordered heartbeat.

No wonder she found this man pleasing to her eyes when she first saw him. Even though his facial features were mediocre, he still attracted her attention.

At this moment, the other person was still the incarnation of a scholar, but she seemed to see a god enshrined on a high platform by countless mortals in the tiny light that lingered on him.

Nanhai Guanshiyin......

Spider Banshee never thought she would see this Bodhisattva in such a situation.

There is no need to confirm at all, just the power flowing into her body is enough to reveal the identity of the other party.

How is Spider Banshee’s mood?

In the past, she was an outlier from the Red Spider Clan. The Red Spider Clan was born for killing and loved fighting and plundering by nature.

She doesn't like fighting, doesn't like fighting, and she doesn't like blood and killing. She has been practicing peacefully in her cave, just so that one day she can take refuge in the Three Jewels and attain enlightenment and become an immortal.

However, all the things that happened later made it impossible for her to live in her own little world.

The same clan captured countless Taoist priests for training and ate their bone marrow and flesh to improve their cultivation.

Those Taoist priests also used various methods to strangle the Red Spider clan and seize their demon elixir to refine the elixir of immortality.

In this endless fight between the two sides, she could not survive alone, and eventually committed endless crimes.

The blood stained on her body completely prevented her from becoming an immortal. She originally thought that was the end of her life, but she never expected that she would see Guanyin of the South China Sea in such a way after sleeping for thousands of years.

Legend has it that this Bodhisattva saves suffering and treats all living beings in the three realms equally.

Can she, who committed the crime of killing, still have a chance to be saved by this Bodhisattva?

In just a few seconds, the Spider Banshee thought a lot. Her eyes were always fixed on Fuyin, and she didn't even pay attention to the strange movements under the spring water.

Fuyin lowered his dark, clear eyes and looked into the Spider Banshee's eyes. "Pay attention." He said warmly and called out her name: "Hongxiu."

Spider Banshee was stunned again.

After five thousand years, the name that she had almost forgotten, when she heard it again, she felt like a dream, with a sense of illusion that she could not believe.

But she knew very well that all this could not be a dream.

Ever since she woke up, the remnants of those members of her race who refused to enter reincarnation have been echoing in her mind, tormenting her day after day, constantly telling her that she must revive the Red Spider Clan, seize the yang energy of mortals, and bring the world back to life.

The remnant souls of the same race rebuilt the physical body.

She was so noisy that she could not sleep peacefully, so it was naturally impossible for her to dream.

It's all true.

The compassionate Guanyin descended from the distant and unreachable top of the South China Sea and appeared beside her in an unexpected way.

His eyes were filled with flowing water, Zen quiet and elegant gentleness, no disgust, no blame, but a kind of peace that calmed down her uneasiness and fear.

Like the bright moon in the clouds, it illuminates every living thing.

Be non-partisan and treat all living beings in this world equally.

There was a strange warmth in Hong Xiu's heart, which was a kind of sour and sweet feeling. "Can I... still be redeemed?" She asked nervously and cautiously.

In the past, her people rounded up those Taoist priests, and those Taoist priests also worked together to strangle them. Killing and killing, she was tired of the endless killing, but she had to do it because she was in it.

She does not regret what she has done. After all, as a member of the Red Spider clan, she cannot stand by and watch her clan members being strangled.

If thousands of years have passed, everything in the past should be in the past.

However, although the Taoist priests who had participated in the strangulation had passed away to the West, her fellow tribesmen refused to reincarnate, and instead lived in the spring, causing her no peace all day long.

In order to get some peace of mind, she had to choose a few mortals nearby when she woke up in Qiantang. Because she wanted to gain yang energy through intercourse, she naturally chose men whose looks pleased her.

She didn't expect that this approach would attract Guanyin.

"...So...can I still be saved?" Hongxiu couldn't hold back and asked again.

Fuyin said to her: "Whether you can be saved or not does not depend on me, but on your choice."

Fuyin raised his other hand, and a lotus petal condensed in his palm.

The petals are printed with complicated and winding lines, like the fate intertwined with countless forked routes, emitting a shallow white light, floating from Fuyin's palm into Hong Xiu's forehead.

"I have given you the methods and power to escape from the current situation. It is up to you to decide how you choose."

After hearing this, Hongxiu slowly closed her eyes, and familiar scenes appeared in her mind.

Everything that had happened echoed in her mind.

Fire, setting sun, and never-ending fighting...

Finally, the scene settled on the small world she once used to practice.

When he opened his eyes again, Hongxiu's gaze had become firm.

Fuyin looked at her: "Have you thought about it?"

Hongxiu nodded.

She wants to go back to her former self.

Fuyin nodded: "Okay."

He retracted his hand and gave up the space.

Everything that happened next was just like the choice she made.

Hongxiu used the power given by Fuyin, coupled with his own cultivation of thousands of years, to force the remnant souls of his kind who were parasitic in the spring water to enter reincarnation.

In order to prevent these fellow tribesmen from being thrown into the animal realm, Shura realm or ghost realm after being tortured in hell for their sins, she sacrificed her own soul as the price to bear the murders committed by the Red Spider clan.

Seeing the originally scarlet spring water slowly turn clear, Hong Xiu smiled softly.

She had never been so relaxed as she was at this moment, as if all the constraints on her body were slowly unifying in the flowing spring water.

Feeling that her body became lighter as the demon power was exhausted, Hongxiu looked down at her hands that were gradually dissipating, smiled softly, and then slowly closed her eyes.

Before her body completely dissipated into smoke, Fuyin's hand moved slightly, and a light golden halo flowed from his fingertips, locking the last ray of soul that Hongxiu had settled on the lotus petals.

The originally pink and white petals turned into a dazzling bright red, like the blazing fire during Nirvana and rebirth, hot and dazzling.

Fuyin raised his hand, and the petals fell to his palm due to the wind.

Where Hongxiu originally stood, there was only a depleted demon pill and the long magic weapon that resembled a tobacco stick.

Xiaoqing, whose snake tail had returned to her legs, stared blankly at the scene in front of her, "She is..."

Fahai looked at the petals that fell on Fuyin's palm and said a few words: "Throw it to death and live again."

After saying this, his eyes moved up slightly and fixed on Fuyin's face.

Xiaoqing also looked at Fuyin's face, her eyes full of excitement and expectation.

By this time, Fuyin's identity was already clear.

Under the sight of this man and a monster, Fuyin faded away from the incarnation transformed by magic, revealing his true form.

Pure white clothes, soft silver hair, his inky eyes are like the vast starry sky, and his fair skin is like the unsullied frost on cold branches in winter.

The light golden Buddha light coated his body with a thin layer of light and shadow, which was cold and holy.

Fahai and Xiaoqing looked at Fuyin blankly.
To be continued...