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Lu Haotian stood in the back hall, the heavy air made him breathless. The wind outside the house was low, as if waiting for the revelation of fate. He straightened his back and prepared to face the unknown challenge. "Just what?" Lu Haotian asked softly, with a slight tremor in his voice. His heart was surging like a storm, and he felt uneasy in the face of the truth that was about to be revealed. Lu Yao took a deep breath, and her tone was slow and cautious: "Although the round light technique can peek into the past, it also has risks. If the owner hides something in his heart, he may suffer backlash." Her eyes were like deep lake water, revealing a warning, reminding Lu Haotian that things were far more complicated than he thought. These words hit Lu Haotian's heart like a heavy hammer. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms without noticing. He tried to suppress his inner fluctuations, and forced a smile, his voice low like a sigh in the dark night, "The Taoist priest has a keen eye, but..." Before he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew, and the candlelight swayed violently, as if an invisible hand wanted to extinguish it. The cold wind came suddenly and silently, like a warning from the underworld. Lu Haotian felt the chill rushing to his head and shuddered. Lu Yao frowned slightly, waved her hand lightly, and the candlelight returned to calm. Her movements were graceful and calm, but revealed a power that should not be underestimated. "It seems that the underworld has sensed it." She said in a deep voice with a hint of urgency in her tone, "We must fight quickly and decisively." Lu Haotian took a deep breath and suppressed the fear in his heart. He knew that once he started, there would be no turning back. "Then let's start." His voice was trembling, but it was firm. He understood that only by facing the shadows of the past could he be truly free. Lu Yao nodded and stretched out her left palm, which seemed to turn into an ancient bronze mirror. She chanted a spell softly, her voice was like a whisper, but it contained great power. Ripples appeared on the surface of the bronze mirror, like a pool of spring water. "My Lord, look into the mirror with your heart." Lu Haotian did as he was told, and felt a flash in front of his eyes, as if he had fallen into a dream. The surrounding scene was distorted and blurred like a reflection in the water, and finally turned into nothingness. In an instant, a cloudy afternoon came into view. The streets of Bangkok were crowded with people, cars and people, and the noise was constant. The young Lu Haotian drove a black sedan and sped past, arguing with his assistant beside him. "Mr. Lu, the other party has strong funds, we can't fight hard." The assistant advised. "So what?" The young Lu Haotian sneered and looked down. He turned a deaf ear to the assistant's words and only cared about his own ambitions. The assistant wanted to persuade him again, but was interrupted by him mercilessly. "No need to say more!" At this moment, a figure on a bicycle suddenly appeared in front of the car. Lu Haotian was caught off guard and slammed the steering wheel. With a "bang", the bicycle and the person were knocked to the side of the road. "Mr. Lu, we hit someone!" The assistant shouted in horror. Lu Haotian looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the pedestrian seemed to be fine and was sitting on the ground. He stepped on the accelerator hard, "Ignore him!" His tone was flustered, completely different from the coldness just now. The car sped away, leaving only the person who was knocked down and the onlookers. Lu Haotian's heart was beating like a drum. He knew that he had made an irreversible mistake, but there was no turning back now.
The picture suddenly blurred, and he returned to the back hall of Chongzhen Temple again. He was sweating all over, his face was as pale as paper, and he seemed to have experienced a nightmare. "My dear, do you still remember what happened that day?" Lu Yao asked. Lu Haotian nodded tremblingly, his voice hoarse: "I remember." His eyes were full of fear and guilt. Lu Yao was silent for a moment: "Life and death are determined by fate, and the matter of that day, the cause and effect are not over yet." "But why did you run away?" she asked again. "I thought he was fine, I... the merger was urgent at that time, and I didn't have an international driver's license at that time, and I was afraid that going in would affect the operation of the company." Lu Haotian lowered his head, his voice full of self-blame. Lu Yao sighed: "Life is inevitable. The important thing is whether you are willing to bear the consequences." "Do I still have a chance?" "Your fate is up to you." She smiled slightly, like a ray of sunshine in the darkness. The gloomy wind blew again, and she stood up suddenly, "The underworld has noticed it." Lu Yao retracted her hand of the circular light technique. "Then... what should we do?" "My Lord, are you willing to accept my guidance?" "Yes! As long as I can make up for my mistakes, I am willing to pay any price." Behind the small door is a dark corridor with ancient portraits hanging on both sides. "These are the ancestors of my Chongzhen Temple." At the end of the corridor is a circular stone room. There is a pool in the center of the stone room. "This is the Tianji Pool." Lu Yao explained: "It can show images of the past, but it requires a price."
"What's the price?" "You must face the deepest fear and guilt in your heart and sincerely ask to resolve it." Lu Haotian was silent for a moment, then nodded firmly: "I do." As if sensing his sincerity, the crescent moon slowly became rounder and brighter. Lu Yao nodded, then began to chant a spell. The water in the pool began to swirl and form a whirlpool. Lu Haotian felt himself being pulled toward the surface of the water by an invisible force. When he was about to touch the surface of the water, her voice rang in his ears: "Remember, no matter what you see, stay calm. It's just a shadow of the past and it won't hurt you. But if you are overwhelmed by fear and guilt, you may never be able to get out of it." Before she finished speaking, he was sucked into the whirlpool. Everything became blurry, and he felt himself falling... Suddenly, he returned to that afternoon, saw the black car, and saw himself and his assistant. But this time, he was watching it all as a bystander. He saw the car hit the cyclist, and saw himself fleeing the scene in a panic. But this time, he didn't run away, but stayed to see what happened next. The man struggled to get up and walked to the side of the road. Someone called an ambulance. But the man insisted that he was fine and only had minor scratches. He declined the kindness of the passers-by, then rode his bicycle and slowly left. Lu Haotian breathed a sigh of relief, but he knew it was not over yet. When the picture changed again, he saw the man returned home and lay on the bed. One hand kept drawing something, as if recording something important. He tried to see clearly, but the picture began to blur. He felt himself falling again, and everything was spinning... When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had returned to the stone chamber. Lu Yao stood beside him and looked at him with a complicated expression. "I..." He was about to speak, but found that he couldn't speak. His heart was filled with complex emotions: shock, guilt, regret, and relief. Lu Yao sighed softly: "You have seen the truth. The man did not die in the accident, but this does not mean that your fault disappears." He nodded and choked: "I understand. I should take responsibility instead of running away."
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