Bai Ruozhu looked at him in shock. He didn't even know where his hometown was, so how could she send his remains back?
"Take my remains and use the spiritual thoughts on them to nourish my soul. One day, if you find my hometown, there's no need to look specifically into my background; just bury me in the earth of my hometown," Pu Deng said.
No wonder he didn't mention how to preserve the soul before; it turns out that the means to do so would rely on his remains. Isn't this a bit too terrifying?
"Master, this is disrespectful to your remains, and I don't want to preserve your soul in this way," Bai Ruozhu immediately opposed.
Pu Deng broke into a benevolent smile that made him seem more like a kindly elder rather than a great virtuous monk.
"Silly child, everyone has to die, and after death, they turn into a handful of earth. If my remains can help others, it's in line with my life's beliefs. You're not a person who doesn't know how to adapt, so why be so stubborn?"
