After hearing my voice, the whole court went crazy

He couldn't understand it no matter how hard he tried. Who in the whole capital could compare to the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, let alone the royal family? Not to mention her stunning beauty, her talent alone was enough to make people look up to her. And that so-called male protagonist actually caused the destruction of their Zheng family. This really made him hate her!

Just as Zheng Anning was admiring her sister's beauty, the other two were still in a daze. Suddenly, they saw a middle-aged man walking towards them from a distance. He was holding a whisk, walking steadily, and shouted loudly: "Lingqing!"

"Traitor, why haven't you come to pay your respects to your master in the past few days?"

Zheng Anning shuddered all over and thought, oh no, could her master have figured out something?

She has been in a daze these past few days and has not met her master, the abbot of Qingyun Temple, Master Ziyun. If he finds out that she is not the original owner, will he beat her to death?

"Host, don't worry, it won't happen."

Zheng Anning looked around vigilantly. The voice was directly in his mind. Who was it?

She couldn't help but look at her master. Was it him?

[It’s not him, it’s me, the metaphysical system]

Before she could think about it, Master Ziyun had already approached her and slapped her on the forehead, "You idiot, are you sick again? Why are you daydreaming?"

[Damn it, he really hit me. He is not smart to begin with, and he will be stupid if he hits me again]

Ziyun looked at his little disciple with a strange expression. His little disciple seemed to be speechless. What kind of martial arts was he practicing? It turned out that I had a good eye. My disciple is really gifted, like a fairy from heaven.

"Xiao Qing'er, why are you in a daze again? Didn't I just let you sleep in a mass grave a few days ago? Why are you afraid of those little ghosts? If they offend you, just beat them up. If they kill you, it's my fault."

"Master, you said I got sick because I went to sleep at the mass grave? Because I was scared?"

Ah, no wonder, the original owner was frightened to death? That’s why she came here?

"That's right. Young people should exercise more. Look, your skills have improved a lot, and you have had some adventures. Are you still afraid of ghosts? You have the ability to see ghosts. Once you leave this temple, you can see everything you should and shouldn't see."

True Man Ziyun stroked his beard and looked at his little disciple with a smile, then looked at Zheng Wanning and Zheng Yunxuan. Tsk, what a family of short-lived ghosts.

Looking at his little apprentice again, his life was even shorter. He sighed helplessly and looked up at the sky.

Zheng An Ning was stunned, and suddenly she felt terrible. Yes, there was such a thing. She had not seen any ghosts in the temple these days, and did not realize the seriousness of the matter. She collapsed and screamed in her heart.

[Ahhh, fuck it, what yin and yang eyes, I finally got to live again, but there are still ghosts, God won’t be a human, what ghosts, what monsters, fuck them]

As she spoke, she gritted her teeth, wondering why she had been in a daze these past few days. It turned out that the root of her illness was here. It was definitely because she was too frightened and evil spirits had entered her body.

Zheng Wanning and Zheng Yunxuan looked at each other in surprise, and then looked at the master of Ziyun Temple in front of them. They had heard that he was a hermit who had the ability to subdue ghosts and gods, and even the emperor had to give him some face.

I didn't expect that being his apprentice would be so miserable. Look at what their Xiaoliu has been tormented like. He looks pale and bloodless. I heard that he has been ill these days.

Zheng Anning suddenly had an idea. She slid down to her knees and hugged her master's thighs wailingly, "Master, I can't bear to leave you. I won't go home. I will stay here with you for the New Year."

"Nonsense, you haven't been home to show your filial piety for almost ten years, how can you not go back?"

Before Master Ziyun could be moved, he heard someone's voice.

[Nonsense, is life more important or filial piety more important? At worst, I can just take my master back with me.]

[With the master here, I am not afraid even if there are ghosts, ha ha ha, ha ha ha, if there are ghosts coming, just close the door and let the master go, ha ha ha ha]

At this moment, Zheng An Ning didn't know why she accepted this master she had just met so quickly and was not embarrassed at all. Maybe she was influenced by the original owner's feelings, or was it just a rookie's worship of the big boss?

Of course, she would never admit that she is not good at cooking.

Zheng Wanning and her sister watched the farce in front of them, and looked at Master Ziyun who had just looked so touched. Suddenly his face turned gloomy, and they awkwardly walked out of the three-bedroom and one-living-room apartment. "Little sister, stop trying to commit suicide."

[What's going on? The master's face suddenly darkened. Wasn't he very moved just now?]

Zheng An Ning didn't know he was exposed yet, and continued to hug his thighs and wail, "Master, why don't you come back to Kyoto with me to celebrate the New Year? You see, you've been with me every year, and now you're gone, I feel so uncomfortable."

"Master, I am your beloved disciple. I haven't mastered this skill yet. If I get killed by some evil spirit, you will lose this cute, smart and lively little disciple like me."

[Hurry up and promise me, kneeling in the snow, your knees are cold, don’t get cold knees]

Zheng An Ning secretly wiped away her non-existent tears with one hand, and secretly used the hem of her master's clothes to support her legs.

Master Ziyun looked at Zheng An Ning's little movements, his teeth chattering, and his fist became hard again. It turns out that it is better to beat a child early.

Zheng Wanning watched the master and disciple acting like drama queens, and hurriedly stepped forward to bow to Master Ziyun, and gently persuaded: "Master, why don't you return to Kyoto with us to celebrate the New Year? My younger sister is young, and she will definitely feel sad to leave her master suddenly." "Besides, if you can go with us, you can also supervise my younger sister's homework to prevent her from playing around and neglecting her studies."

Zheng Yunxuan on the side also advised: "Yes, Master, why don't you go back together? After all, it's better to celebrate the New Year in a lively manner."

Master Ziyun frowned, looked at the little disciple on the ground, grabbed her up, and held her by the scruff of the neck, "Don't force me to slap you, get out of here quickly, you look so cowardly, what I taught you is already a master, what are you afraid of?"

True Man Ziyun stroked her head gently, and said earnestly like a loving father: "I have taught you everything I know, and the rest depends on your luck."

[What? What did you teach me? I have forgotten everything. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be so afraid of ghosts.]

[What’s going on? This handover is not complete. What’s going on? What’s the logic behind this?]

[Won't I be bitten by ghosts if I go out? ]

Zheng An Ning raised her head to look at the sky. It was clear and cloudless. She wondered if she would be struck by lightning if she cursed at the heaven. Others who traveled through time had everything they wanted, but for her, the handover of work was not going smoothly. She had to deal with cannon fodder and people with yin-yang eyes. If things didn't go smoothly, she would be doomed.

Zheng Anning looked at Master Ziyun seriously and said, "Master, I may not be very good at learning and have forgotten many things."

[Humph, if you forget, then forget. Who would memorize after the college entrance examination? I wonder what the ghosts in this world look like.]

[How could this ghost show mercy? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have come here.]

So what happened at the mass grave?

True Man Ziyun clenched his fists. This disciple is his own, he cannot beat him. He cannot beat him.

Zheng Wanning looked at the stubborn Zheng Anning and couldn't help shaking her head. What a brave little sister! It seemed that she was just pretending to be well-behaved and cute.

It seems that the Chinese New Year will be much more lively this year.

True Man Ziyun looked helplessly at the disciple in front of him. He was obviously a cunning man, but he insisted on pretending to be honest.

Zheng An Ning regretted this day so much that his intestines turned green. That night when he returned, his master threw him into a mass grave and he almost died there.