That strange old woman, besides chanting sutras and prayers to him every day, would also feed him all sorts of peculiar things from time to time. There were herbs, burned talismans, but most importantly, there was this unknown type of meat.,Just as the pain intensified again and again, suddenly a gust of wind blew open the door, and the light in the room dimmed slightly.,He continued, his voice laced with a thin whine of anguish: “But the old woman insisted on ruining my future. I was buried in that soil with the corpse of Master Cui, smelling its gradual decay and stench. I felt the maggots crawling inside him, the rotten fluids dripping onto me, seeping into my very being. Tell me, do you think I have a blood feud with the old woman”。