After Throwing the Life-Killing Coin into the Merit Box

The thing Su Wantang regretted most in her life was picking up the wad of "foreign currency" on a rainy night. Turn it over and see that the cinnabar seal is the bank of heaven and earth. She was silent for three seconds, calmly put it into the takeout box, turned around and threw it into the merit box of the ruined temple. "Buddha bless you, and the evil spirits will disperse." That night, a hundred-year-old red-clothed fierce ghost followed the cause and effect and came to seek life, only to find that—— The person she was seeking life for was protected in the lotus heart by the Buddha's light throughout the temple. And the "monk" who was sweeping the floor during the day lowered his eyes and folded his sleeves, and pressed her into the gap between the reincarnation of cause and effect with one finger. Female ghost: "???" Su Wantang: "I'm sorry, what I donated was merit, and what you received was karma." Since then, Su Wantang's mobile phone has an APP called "Book of Merit". She originally thought this was just a supernatural commissioning platform. Until she discovered that the mysterious "merchant" who always took orders seconds after she placed them, It seems like a certain co-lord of the underworld who should have been sleeping for thousands of years? Intention: She is a person who makes a living in the night, but she lives as a light that illuminates the long night. —— In this life, Su Wantang is most familiar with night. The streets at two o'clock in the morning, the empty corridors, takeout orders soaked in rain, and the ICU lights in the hospital corridors that never wait until dawn. Everyone knows that the night is cold and cold, and ghosts and monsters are rampant. She is the most inconspicuous traveler in this long night. Even ghosts dare to bully her for being poor, bullying her for being weak, and bullying her for being alone and without a branch to rely on. But on a rainy night when she couldn't see her fingers, she threw a stack of life-threatening coins into the merit box of the ruined temple. That shot cast out a thousand feet of Buddha's light, cast out the reversal of cause and effect, and cast out a truth that no one expected - It turns out that the brightest merits are hidden in the darkest night. She has delivered countless takeaways, and spent countless late nights traveling between human fireworks and gloomy ghost tunnels. She has seen the innocent souls who were sacrificed crying at night, she has seen aristocratic families doing dirty things at night, and she has seen the long nights in the underworld where stars have not been seen for hundreds of millions of years. Later, she realized that the so-called "merit" was not the light of the Buddha shining from above, but someone who was willing to give a hot braised chicken to another stranger on a cold night. The long night ends, not because we wait for dawn, but because someone is willing to be that everlasting light. She was originally a speck of dust in the night, but in the end she held this lamp, illuminating the ruins of the City God's Temple, illuminating the ancient path of reincarnation in the underworld, and illuminating the eyes of a god who had long forgotten the warmth in his long divine life, the light that was rekindled in the world. No matter how deep the night is, the kindness in people's hearts cannot be deeper. This is the cause and effect between the deepest night and the brightest light.