It doesn’t matter, my boyfriend is a eunuch!

Lin Zhihe woke up in pain.

When she opened her eyes again, her bones were about to fall apart and all the joints were aching, as if someone had taken her apart and reassembled her in an incorrect way.

Where is this?

Did I travel through time again?

She looked at the house in front of her, which could barely be called a house.

The only things in the room were the load-bearing walls, a table that had been worn out beyond recognition, and a hard board on which he lay.

Looking at the beams of this house, it doesn't feel like a modern house and must be quite old.

There were two candles on the table, or to be exact, one and a half, because one of them was half burned, leaving a pile of wax at the base of the candle.

Why use candles?

Not daring to walk out rashly, Lin Zhihe rubbed his sore shoulders and continued to observe the room, trying to respond to all changes with the same attitude.

There are a few books stacked in the corner.

Lin Zhihe picked up the top book and found that the paper and type of the book were completely not from her era, but more like those of the 1980s or 1990s.

Oh my God, could it be that we have traveled back to before the founding of the People's Republic of China?

I continued to flip through the pages and found that the book below was not even in lead type, but in vertical handwriting, using traditional Chinese characters.

Damn it, where did she get it from? Is this still China?

The lead type was densely packed with messy things. Lin Zhihe also pulled over a handwritten book, which clearly said "use it or not use it".

This sentence is a bit familiar...

Lin Zhihe tried hard to recall, and suddenly an idea flashed in her mind. The old man Huaiqing once said this to her. This is the Tao Te Ching.

She quickly flipped through several other books and found that they were all various versions of the Tao Te Ching. The earliest one was very close to the version Huaiqing read to her.

So, this is a Taoist temple’s…lounge.

It can barely be considered a lounge.

By the way, Liu Jiang has always said that he would take her to the Taoist temple on Mount Qingwei, so, could this really be the Taoist temple on Mount Qingwei?

Is there really a Taoist temple in Qingwei Mountain?

Oh, by the way, she lost consciousness when she saw the blood on Liu Jiang’s ankle. Now I think she probably had hypoglycemia.

Then how did she appear here? Did Liu Jiang carry her over the mountains and ridges to the top of the mountain?

Lin Zhihe shook his head subconsciously. Liu Jiang usually used crutches, and he was limping when a gust of wind blew over him. It definitely couldn't be him.

There is no answer to speculation. Since people are already in the Taoist temple, hiding in the house like a turtle is not a long-term solution.

We still have to keep the initiative in our own hands.

She twisted her uncomfortable neck, looked back at the hard board covered with only a tattered piece of cloth, and walked out of the house.

The world outside is completely different from the inside, it's a whole different world.

Although Qingwei Mountain is not high, it is surrounded by clouds and mist, as if there are fairies flying on the clouds, which is very magical.

The air in the mountains is obviously much fresher, and breathing it makes me feel comfortable from the inside out. I feel like I can live at least a few years longer than in the city.

There are also many big trees. Although it is hard to tell what kind of trees they are, they are all lush and strong.

A dog came from nowhere and walked slowly towards Lin Zhihe, making a clattering sound. It was unclear whether it was because it was not active or because it was too old to run.

The dog stood at her feet, raised its head to look, then turned and walked away, as if it wanted to tell its owner that Lin Zhihe had woken up.

Lin Zhihe followed the dog's footsteps, walked along the mountain road, and stopped in front of another house.

The dog stood outside the door and scratched it with his paws. A voice came from inside the house, "Dun Dun, bring the guest in."

Dun Dun pushed the door open with his head and walked inside with Lin Zhihe.

The room was dim, and Lin Zhihe followed Dun Dun closely, concentrating completely.

Sitting in the center were two old men who looked to be at least seventy years old, with white beards and hair, and wearing the most common blue Taoist robes.

Liu Jiang stood next to the two of them, staring at Lin Zhihe without blinking.

It turned out to be Liu Jiang’s fault.

She looked at Liu Jiang, resisting the urge to rush over and beat him up, and observed the two Taoist masters in front of her.

How should I put it? He looks quite immortal, and the clothes he wears are ordinary Taoist clothes, not like a cult figure.

She felt relieved that it was not a cult.

"Is this Miss Lin?" One of the old men spoke. Although he was looking at Lin Zhihe, he was not asking her.

Liu Jiang, who was standing behind him, responded immediately, "It's him, please, Master, please help me, I..." His voice was choked and he was about to cry the next second.

No? No one told her that the boss was also so good at acting! If he entered the entertainment industry, there would be no place for Tony Leung and Andy Lau, and Li Xuejian would even retire on the spot.

His resentful eyes looked as if he had suffered a great injustice, and she was the instigator, the bully, and the bastard who did all kinds of evil.

So what if she was beaten to the hospital and forced to clean the toilet?

Lin Zhihe was about to refute, but suddenly felt something was wrong. Liu Jiang, that bastard, just called that old man the Heavenly Master...

Are there really angel-level Taoist priests in Qingwei Mountain? No way...

"Lin Zhihe?" The Taoist priest suddenly spoke with full energy and a loud voice that echoed in the empty and huge room.

The echo seemed to be possessed by a spirit, drilling straight into her ears and entering her brain, entwining and haunting her endlessly.

Like a criminal who has violated the will of heaven and is awaiting judgment from heaven.

She is not a criminal. She is a kind person. Even if she occasionally cheats in exams, these small mistakes should offset the merits and demerits in the face of time travel.

No, how can merits and demerits offset each other? Heaven still owes her a lot of merits!

"I am Lin Zhihe." She calmed herself down, opened her eyes as wide as she could, and looked at the Taoist priest with a sharp gaze. It was actually a confrontation.

If you have done nothing wrong, you don't have to worry about the Taoist priest knocking on your door.

What's more, it is unclear whether he is a real Taoist priest. Who knows if he is a retired old man from the park who comes out to cheat rich people.

That day, the master stood up from the wooden chair, walked slowly to Lin Zhihe, and stared into Lin Zhihe's eyes.

It was as if I could see through her eyes and it was very uncomfortable.

"You are the one who activated the Soul Restoration Formation and went against the will of heaven?"

The voice was clear, like a stick of incense in the air, ethereal and invisible, yet always surrounding her.

"Do you know the Soul Restoration Formation?"

"Do you know the Soul Restoration Formation?" Lin Zhihe repeated it again, grabbing the old Taoist's clothes.

No one answered her. The three people in the room looked at her excitement coldly.

"You know." Lin Zhihe pointed at Liu Jiang, "You know that too? Why do you know that?"

What exactly is going on?

Liu Jiang ignored Lin Zhihe. He limped forward, his steps trembling, but his eyes were firm, supporting him to move forward step by step.

He came close to Lin Zhihe, with a look of hatred in his eyes that was familiar yet unfamiliar to her. In the past, such hateful eyes always carried some attachment and reluctance, but today it was outright hatred.

Pure hate.

"Lin Zhihe, we both know the past, and I can't help but hate you. As long as..." He paused, looking a little neurotic, "as long as you enter the Soul Restoration Array again."