Quick Wear: Don't Follow the Plot and Feel Good

Xia Qingqing is the daughter of the Xia family.

She was born weak and sickly, often hospitalized. When she was 3 years old, the Xia family met a wandering Taoist priest who looked mysterious and said, "This girl's fate is too weak. She will not live long. She will die at the age of 18 at most."

Xia's father and mother were horrified. At 40, they had finally given birth to a daughter at such an advanced age, but they didn't want to hear such tragic news. They were heartbroken, but they didn't want to give up. "Then what should we do according to what the Taoist priest said?"

"It's very simple. Let the Taoist take her away and teach her how to cultivate to change her fate. Once she turns 18, he will naturally let her go down the mountain. I wonder if you two can bear the pain of parting with her?"

Xia's father and mother agreed to it, as it could change their daughter's fate. From then on, they often sent people to the Taoist temple on the mountain to deliver things.

"Master, admit it. You saw in me a natural talent for practicing the mystical arts, and you were afraid the old monk from the temple next door would snatch me away, so you rushed down the mountain first, right?"

Fifteen years later, 18-year-old Xia Qing had learned a lot and even surpassed her master.

In fact, with Xia Qing's understanding, when she was 8 years old, the Taoist priest had nothing more to teach her.

"Master, do you think this is right?" Xia Qing practiced the immobilization technique again. Seeing that the master didn't say anything, she asked, "Master, don't you know how to do it too?"

The Taoist priest stiffened his neck and said: "Who said I can't do it? I just have nothing to teach you. Your calamity is over, your fate has changed, go down the mountain quickly?" If he doesn't go down the mountain, the news that the disciple has surpassed the master will get out, how can I save my face as a teacher?

Doesn’t he know that the old monk on the next hill has been laughing at him?

"But Master, I still have a lot to learn. I want to stay for a few more years."

Considering the amount of gifts the Xia family sends every year, I might as well stay a few more years, the Taoist thought.

Xia Qing thought: Everyone knows that Master is tough on the outside but soft on the inside. He drives me down the mountain every day, but he's actually reluctant to let me go. But for the sake of him being an old widower, I'll stay with him for a few more years.

This is Xia Qing's best memory.

There is metaphysics in this world, and of course there are ghosts.

When the Thousand-Year-Old Ghost King woke up, he found Mo Wanwan, who looked exactly like the goddess he had secretly loved a thousand years ago. He was immediately excited and thought that Mo Wanwan was the reincarnation of his goddess.

The Ghost King knew that Mo Wanwan studied ancient literature and often felt happy, regretful, or sad about ancient love.

So the Ghost King also began to write poems, such as "A thousand years of longing for each other, I can't forget it even if I don't think about it. A thousand miles away from my lonely grave, I have no one to express my desolation."

What is "Except for Wushan, there are no other clouds".

What is "If life could only be like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan?"

Mo Wanwan was so moved that she burst into tears. Soon she no longer minded his identity as the Ghost King and they spent every day together.

Really, even braver than Ning Caichen.

There are so many ghosts in the world. If there are no ghosts hurting people, people who study metaphysics generally don’t bother to care.

But the Thousand-Year Ghost King was different. He was able to maintain his handsome appearance and superb cultivation because he had plundered them from other people or ghosts.

He could resist absorbing Yin energy from Mo Wanwan, but he couldn't resist absorbing Mo Wanwan's Yin energy when the two of them were having intercourse.

So Mo Wanwan succeeded and underwent a major transformation: dark circles under her eyes, slightly bluish lips, and a somewhat dull, unnatural reaction. But she still enjoyed it.

This is what it means to die under the peony flowers and be a romantic ghost.

Soon, her classmates noticed that Mo Wanwan was different and asked her with concern what was wrong and why she looked so bad.

Humans and ghosts are on different paths. Mo Wanwan felt guilty and was afraid that her classmates would find out about her relationship with the ghost and expose it, so she just tried to cover it up.

But the Ghost King didn't care about that. He quickly killed the students and imprisoned their souls.

In this world, there is an organization called the Metaphysical Alliance. They have been searching for the whereabouts of the Ghost King. However, the Ghost King is so elusive that they have never been able to find him.

So the Taoist priest, the old monk and Xia Qing went down the mountain together and soon found the ghost king's lair.

The Ghost King is the Ghost King. Feeling threatened, he asked Mo Wanwan to steal the Taoist priest and the old monk's magic weapons.

Don’t ask how they stole it, the reason is that it was required by the plot.

Anyway, the magical weapons that are very harmful to ghosts are gone, so the remaining ghost kings have nothing to worry about, and the whole world has become the world of ghost kings.

The world is in chaos.

"So, what do you want?" Sheng Jiang asked Xia Qing.

"Eliminate the Ghost King and Mo Wanwan."

"As you wish, wait a moment." After saying that, he disappeared.

"Master, I'm going down the mountain," Sheng Jiang said and went down the mountain without looking back.

Taoist Priest… "This traitor actually ran so fast? He didn't even worry about whether the old man was lonely or not in the mountains alone. He really has no conscience!"

"Master, what did you say?!"

The sudden voice almost made the 80-year-old Taoist priest jump up: "You! How did you show up?! Didn't you leave? I saw you go down the mountain with my own eyes!"

"Old man, you don't know? I have learned teleportation. I can teleport thousands of miles, hehe." Ginger smiled.

"What? You actually learned the legendary teleportation technique?! What kind of monster are you? I've practiced it my entire life and have never seen it before. I've only heard of it, and it's even been lost!" The Taoist priest was thrilled, then devastated. He muttered to himself, "My disciple is so unbelievable. What should I do?"

In fact, Xia Qing had learned teleportation a long time ago, but she didn't tell him because she was afraid of hitting the old man too hard.

Ginger added fuel to the fire, "Actually, I learned it when I was 10 years old, old man. You wouldn't believe it, hahahaha. The reason I didn't tell you was because I was afraid you would be shocked."

The Taoist priest beat his chest and stamped his feet: "Traitor, traitor!"

Sheng Jiang comforted him: "Old man, you should change your mindset. Whose disciple is this amazing? Oh, it's yours. Do you think the old monk next door will be furious? He doesn't even have such an amazing disciple."

Sheng Jiang comforted him again: "Your disciple is so powerful now, hurry up and hold on to your disciple's thighs. With your disciple protecting you, you will be able to walk sideways, right?!"

"That's right," the Taoist priest smiled happily. "Why didn't I think of that? I'm going to go and piss off the old bald donkey next door right now!"

Ginger teleported to the Ghost King's lair, which was a large and luxurious tomb.

The dead old ghost was not in his lair. Sheng Jiang walked around and found a purple-gold gourd?

There were many souls inside that were about to be refined crying miserably.

Ginger opened it and let them all out, and in the process attracted the Black and White Impermanence.

"Hey! Are you two busy lately?"

Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu were confused: "Not busy?"

"That's right. Look at how many souls here have not gone to the underworld?" asked Jiang.

They both instantly understood: "I see. I was wondering why the workload had been so low lately. Looks like I'll have to work overtime again! Such a hard-working worker!"

"We will take them back to the underworld now. Thank you very much." Xie Bian said to Fan Wujiu: "Let's go, let's go!"

Ginger ignored them and shouted at them: "I will come to play with you again when I have time."

The two ran faster.

As long as I run fast, I won’t be able to hear what you say, so I’ll just pretend you’re not coming.

This logic is perfect.

"Ginger, what did you do in the past to scare them so much that they ran away?" Duoduo was curious.

"Nothing, I just tried to make soup for Meng Po with good intentions, but the ghosts said it was unpalatable and very spicy, and they even complained to the King of Hell.

The King of Hell wanted to punish me, so I made all the Kings of Hell drink the soup and tell them how good it tasted! They refused, so I beat them up. Then they drank it obediently, praising it as they drank, and finally told the truth, saying the soup was really delicious.

"Why is the soup so spicy?"

"I put a lot of ginger. I saw that they were all very cold, their bodies were cold, so I wanted to warm them up." Ginger said as a matter of course.

Duoduo: The case is solved. You're lucky they didn't kill you.

But Duoduo didn't dare to say it.

What kind of good person would take something full of yang energy and let something from the underworld use it? Don't you know that yin and yang are mutually exclusive? (?o?o) You old fool.

Looking at the purple gold gourd, Sheng Jiang suddenly had an idea. He pinched his fingers and transformed it into a new gourd, exactly the same as the previous one. He took the purple gold gourd away and kept the new one.

When the old ghost came back, Sheng Jiang ran to the door of the tomb and shouted, "Your grandpa is here, go out and greet him!"

The old ghost was taking Mo Wanwan with him and was about to be affectionate when he heard someone shouting at the door. He got furious and said, "You're looking for death!" and floated out the door.

As soon as I saw Jiang, with his sage-like appearance, I was stunned for a moment: This... is more beautiful than my goddess.

With a lecherous look in his eyes, he asked Sheng Jiang, "Excuse me, young lady, where are you from? Why are you alone in this remote place? This is my home. If you don't mind, you can stay here for one night."

Duoduo: [Warrior! I hope you can face the bleak life that is about to come!]

Ginger vomiting: "I don't even know you."

The old ghost said: "Although I have never seen you before, I think you look familiar. I think we are old acquaintances. It is not a bad idea to just treat today as a reunion after a long separation."

Mo Wanwan, who had just followed him to the door, suddenly became blurry-eyed when she heard this and asked loudly, "What about me? Who am I?"

Damn old ghost: "Look at your appearance now, do you still have any of the charm you once had? If you continue to act like this, I will not be polite!"

Mo Wanwan was greatly shocked. Her steps became unsteady and she ran away staggeringly.

But I didn't escape. I encountered a barrier.

Sheng Jiang saw that she was about to come out, so he deliberately delayed her and watched a good show for free.

But it seems like I am also immersed in the role?

Sheng Jiang's expression changed: "How dare you, you old bastard, have such a desire for me?"

As he spoke, he took out the purple gold gourd and said, "If I call you, will you answer?"

When the dead old ghost saw what Sheng Jiang took out, he was shocked for a moment, but he couldn't believe it. He ran back and saw that his things were still there, so he felt relieved.

Then he floated outside and looked at Sheng Jiang: "How come you also have a purple gold gourd?"

Ginger pretended to be surprised: "How come you have one too?"

"Where did you get that from?"

"Where did you get that from?"

"This is what Laojun used to make elixirs. Where's yours?" The dead old ghost looked guilty.

"This is what Laojun used to store the elixir!" Sheng Jiang said confidently.

"Mine is real, yours is fake!"

"I'm real, you're fake!"

The old ghost refused to give up, "I called you, do you dare to answer?"

"Why not? Just shout."

Duoduo: [That's right, that's right, pretty much right. Jiang's acting urge is killing me. If you want to make me laugh to death, why did you inherit my little fish?]

Sheng Jiang stood there motionless. No matter how the old ghost called out, no matter how she responded, the purple gold gourd did not respond.

The dead old ghost was anxious. Sheng Jiang took out his purple gold gourd with a smile and shouted: "Dead old ghost!"

Before the dead old ghost could react, he was sucked into the purple gold gourd.

This gourd can refine souls, but it does so bit by bit. Sheng Jiang is very satisfied. I think the old ghost will be very satisfied too. He has used this to refine many souls.

Even now, I could still hear the dead old ghost's voice: "Why does your purple gold gourd work, but mine doesn't?"

Ginger: "Is the performance not over yet?"

Dead old ghost: "I am already trapped here and cannot get out. I want to die as a clear-headed ghost."

"Alright? Let me satisfy your curiosity. Is it possible that your purple gold gourd is fake, and mine is real? I've already swapped the gourds."

Sheng Jiang asked, "By the way, where did you get this purple gold gourd? It's quite useful. You must have refined a lot of souls with it, right?"

The dead old ghost said nothing.

"Tell me or not? If not, I'll be in trouble!"

The old ghost didn't believe it and remained silent, looking stubborn.

"You have some guts! I hope you can hold it in later."

In less than 5 seconds, the dead old ghost, whose face was burned beyond recognition by the karmic fire, now really looked like a ghost. "It was stolen from an ancient tomb 800 years ago. I don't know whose tomb it is."

"Oh, it's ownerless? Then I will be its owner from now on." Sheng Jiang was very happy and anxious.

The old ghost was depressed and anxious: "I don't know what kind of monster this is. It's so powerful. Now I just hope to die quickly and avoid the torment of my soul."

Sheng Jiang walked up to Mo Wanwan and asked, "How does it feel to be in love with a ghost?"

Mo Wanwan was so scared that she didn't dare to say a word.

Ginger said, "I am a human. I don't eat people, and I don't scare people. What are you afraid of?"

Mo Wanwan: If I hadn’t just seen you kill all the old ghosts, I would have believed you.

Sheng Jiang was very curious: "You haven't answered me yet. What's it like to fall in love with a ghost? Is it like Ning Caichen, very exciting?"

Mo Wanwan said nothing.

Sheng Jiang: "Speak up! We cultivators don't usually care about these things. But you can't harm innocent people, right?"

Sheng Jiang took out a mirror and said, "Look at yourself. Do you look like a human being now?"

Mo Wanwan burst into tears: "I was wrong..."

Sheng Jiang: "If you made a mistake, go and atone for your sins." After saying that, he threw Mo Wanwan into the endless hell.

Endless Hell is different from the 18 levels of hell.

Endless Hell means that one is trapped in an endless cycle of suffering, with no chance of rebirth.

[Duoduo, I made a profit this time. I got an extra purple gold gourd.]

[Congratulations to Ginger, congratulations to Ginger, you have found a treasure! ]

[Lines from "Empresses in the Palace"?]

"Yes. Sheng Jiang, I don't understand one thing. If it's a fight, even a palace fight, does it still have to be divided into good guys and bad guys?"

[The protagonist's halo. Actually, if you step back and look at it, there are no good guys or bad guys.]

[Duoduo, call the original owner back, let's go back and watch the show! ]

【it is good】

Xia Qing returned to the mountain, and just then the Taoist priest came back with the old monk.

"Girl, hurry up and show this old bald donkey a teleportation performance? I told him, but he still didn't believe it! He insisted on making a bet with me."

"What's the bet?" Xia Qing asked curiously.

"When the bald old man lost the bet, he broke his vow and ate chicken legs for a month. When I lost, I didn't eat chicken legs for a month."

So Xia Qing disappeared in an instant.

The old monk's eyes widened. "Girl, how did you do that?"

"It's very simple." Xia Qing said with an innocent face.

The old monk said, "We are both disciples, why is there such a big difference? It's all your fault, you stinky Taoist priest. We both predicted that there was a gifted person at the same time, and agreed to go together and let the little girl make her own choice. But you lied and sneaked down the mountain!"

You stinky Taoist priest, give me back my disciple!" He was about to cast a spell.

Xia Qing quickly stopped him: "Uncle, I can come to your mountain often in the future and tell my brothers about it. It's the same."

The old monk smiled instantly.

The old monk lost, and ate chicken legs for a month with a worried (heart), a frown (flower), a bitter (angry) face (release).

The Taoist priest originally wanted to see his painful expression, but... the old monk didn't eat meat at all. He chewed the chicken leg with a delicious crunch, and his mouth was watering.

Thinking that the chicken leg the old monk ate was bought by himself, he suddenly felt that the chicken leg in his hand was not delicious anymore, and was about to throw it away.

Xia Qing quickly caught it and said, "Master, if you don't want to eat it, give it to me. Or give it to the old monk. Otherwise, if you throw it away, you will have to spend money to buy it again. What a waste."

The Taoist priest thought of something and said, "Girl, did you know that the old bald donkey eats meat?"

Xia Qing blinked, "I know. When I was a kid playing there, the old monk would often give me chicken legs. He wouldn't eat them at first, but as soon as I cried and acted like a spoiled child, he gave in."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" The Taoist priest thought about how he had only bet on chicken legs in his life, and felt like he had lost 100 million, and his anger rose.

"The old monk told you not to, so I'll tell you." Xia Qing slurred her words as she gnawed on a chicken leg. "Besides, you didn't ask me."

"Traitor!" The Taoist priest picked up the stick next to him, but when he turned around, Xia Qing had already run away!