Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

The general felt it was unlucky and asked his sister's family to take her body back.

The younger sister's lover naturally didn't know about this. When his name was on the list of successful candidates in the imperial examination, he came back excitedly and wanted to propose marriage. The elder sister married the man in place of her younger sister.

The younger sister's soul was trapped in the human world. Seeing the man marry her sister, she felt sad and angry and felt betrayed.

He can marry anyone except his own sister.

The younger sister became a fierce ghost, and has always been obsessed with seeking revenge on the scumbag and the bitch.

In fact, the man had already known that the elder sister was not the younger sister. After several attempts, he learned that the younger sister had met with an accident, and he suddenly became a little crazy.

He pretended to be ignorant, married his sister home, took her to a local post, tortured her like crazy, and doubled the suffering that his sister had endured since childhood.

In the end, the man dragged his sister's soul, preventing her from reincarnation, and tormented his sister for hundreds of years after his death.

One of them thought that the other had betrayed him and had become a fierce ghost that harmed people and could never be reincarnated. The other one thought that the other had already been reincarnated and had tortured his sister for hundreds of years.

Chang Qing looked calm and said, "She is still waiting for you. She is buried under the peach tree that you two planted. If you don't explain things to her, she will become a fierce ghost and end up with her soul torn apart."

Changqing dripped frost on his forehead.

"You still have three hours to see her."

The man's hands trembled, and he quickly stood up and ran out. He snatched the servant's horse, climbed over and whipped the horse's buttocks hard. The horse neighed and galloped away.

It was not until dusk fell and the moon rose above the branches that the people slowly dispersed, leaving only one person standing in the cold night.

Only after seeing that everyone had left did he slowly walk out.

"Still blessing?"

Chang Qing glanced at the remaining frost and dew, nodded, and looked at Luo Jiangbei with confusion in his eyes, not knowing what the other party wanted.

He is an exorcist, so compared to ordinary people, this blessing is of little use to him.

Luo Jiangbei's eyes were full of piety. There were thousands of desires and sins in the world, and he had no intention of being dragged into them. He only knew that he followed the people slowly and followed the person holding the pure bottle to the front of Shangning Temple, and watched her bless and save all living beings among all living beings.

He watched her for as long as she stood there.

There was an unshakable chill around him, and his tone suddenly softened: "I hope the gods will favor me, and I will be happy in everything. I hope I can find someone who loves me and stay with me until we grow old together."

Changqing took the willow branch and tapped it lightly, and frost and dew rolled down Luo Jiangbei's forehead.

"I wish someone would stand with you at dusk, and ask you if your porridge is warm."

Luo Jiangbei smiled. He seldom smiled, and his sudden smile made Chang Qing slightly stunned.

How do you describe this feeling?

It's very similar to the surprise when the ugly duckling turns into a swan.

Chang Qing thought Luo Jiangbei had an expressionless face, but he didn't expect that he could smile besides being cold. If Wan Chuyao saw this scene, he would probably question his life for a few days.

"I still have some important matters to attend to. Mr. Luo, please go back first."

In the inn, Yu Zexun was leaning against a pillar, still drunk. When he saw Chang Qing coming back, he stood up and took another sip of wine.

Chang Qing was a little surprised: "Donor, you are injured, but you still drink so much wine. Are you afraid that you won't die fast enough and I won't have time to pray for you?"

Yu Zexun had long experienced Chang Qing's ability to talk. The monk who looked so clear-headed and righteous, just wouldn't take any loss, and he made people speechless with anger.

"I'm leaving now. Something happened to the Demon Sect."

Yu Zexun was a little depressed. During the day he said he would not go back to the Demon Sect, but at night that damn old man called him back. This made Yu Zexun feel as if he had been slapped in the face, and it was burning with pain.

Changqing nodded to indicate that he understood.

Seeing her calm expression, Yu Zexun's chest tightened, and he said almost in a scoundrelly manner: "Monk, what's with that expression? After all, we have been through so many battles side by side, can't you show some reluctance to let go?"

He thought for a moment and said, "Or I will wait for you to come back, and I will miss you. These are also fine."

Chang Qing knew his temper, so he said, "I'll remember this, and I'll definitely do it next time."

Those who meet will eventually part, and we pray for each other. We are just passers-by in this world, so why do we have so many emotions to irritate others?

"If you like to listen to this, just tell me earlier. I'll buy a recording stone and ask someone to record eight or ten tracks for you to listen to every day."

Yu Zexun: “…”

The point is, does he want to hear this?

"Forget it, this is not important. If we go, there is a high chance that we will die and we may never see each other again."

Chang Qing: “…” I deserve to die!

"Monk, I have never really told you my name."

"Remember, my name is Yu Zexun, the young master of the Demon Sect, your mortal enemy. Don't forget it."

He smiled elegantly and stole a little starlight into his eyes, reflecting all his love.

"Monk, I'm leaving."

"Go, you are leaving, not dying."

Yu Zexun: "...Dead monk."

Chang Qing also laughed and formally introduced himself: "My Buddhist name is Mo Lian, the Zen Buddhist who is so powerful that his peers can't match him. As for whether you can become my mortal enemy, it depends on whether you can survive."

She said calmly: "Not everyone is qualified to be my opponent."

Even though Chang Qing knew that he had escaped danger this time, he still reminded him to be careful. Destiny seemed fixed, but it was full of variables, and the results would be different due to changes in some small things.

Yu Zexun looked at Chang Qing for a few seconds, activated the teleportation array, and left.

Chang Qing returned to the room, and Wan Chuyao turned into a cat again, but she did not pounce on Chang Qing's shoulders as she did before, but walked back and forth on the table.

The Zen Sect and the Demon Sect are irreconcilable. In this generation, there is a Mo Lian. The Demon Sect is afraid that he will become a big trouble in the future, so they think of sending the saint with natural charm to seduce him.

She is struggling now, not knowing how to confess to Chang Qing and tell her that she was ordered to go down the mountain to approach her, but by accident, she lost her memory.

Just hearing this, she didn't believe herself.

There is no such coincidence in the world.

Wan Chuyao was a little conflicted. How about next time? He could confess the truth next time.

Chang Qing knew what she was struggling with, but he didn't care.

There is a connection between Wan Chuyao and the original body, and she should be considered the original body's complex.

When Mo Lian knew that Wan Chuyao might prevent him from becoming a Buddha, he resolutely rejected the suggestions of others and was unwilling to harm her life.

"I can only blame myself for not being able to survive this disaster. How can I put the blame on others after killing a person?"

Later, the Zen Sect sent people to deal with Wan Chuyao, angrily scolding her for misleading the Zen Buddhists. Mo Lian also withstood all the pressure and protected Wan Chuyao.