I had just finished sealing away the Black Monk's ghost when the entire cemetery stirred.
Especially the ghosts pressed against the mausoleum tower windows and looking down. They all began shouting.
"He's been taken! The last evil monk has been taken too!"
"A master! A true master!"
"That's wonderful! We're saved!"
"The evil monks have been taken. I'm going to the top floor to save my wife."
"We'll never have to worry about being violated by them again. Sob, sob..."
"..."
The voices gradually grew louder—so many, so very many voices.
Some of the ghosts even tried to come out of the mausoleum towers.
Tong Shasha, the female ghost who had been hiding in the distance, also ran over immediately.
"Big brother, thank you, thank you. My mother can be saved now!"
As soon as Tong Shasha finished speaking, a middle-aged female ghost rushed out from the mausoleum tower beside her.
"Shasha, Shasha..."
Tong Shasha's face lit up at the sight of the middle-aged female ghost, and she ran straight over.
"Mom! Mom..."
"Shasha, my daughter, my daughter."
"Mom, you've suffered so much."
"I'm fine. Seeing you return safely is enough to make me happy. You're the one who suffered."
The two ghosts embraced and wept.
The middle-aged female ghost kept stroking her daughter's face.
Even though they had both become ghosts, the middle-aged female ghost still loved her daughter just as deeply.
A mother's love knew neither life nor death, neither human nor ghost.
I watched without saying anything. One ghost after another floated out of the mausoleum towers, endlessly thanking me.
"Thank you, Daoist!"
"You're young and accomplished, Daoist!"
"Daoist, you killed the Black Monks. We can finally be free. You have no idea—they ate us whenever they cultivated. My son was eaten by them."
"That's right! They