All the heavens began with Huo Yi

Su'er was taken aback by his third sister's words. He suddenly remembered that there seemed to be such a pitiful little white fox in Little Western Paradise, but he figured that Maitreya would not tolerate Bu Kong, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

When the third sister saw Su Er's expression freeze, she stopped laughing and asked with a mixture of concern and surprise, "What's wrong, young master? Why are you suddenly stunned? Did I offend you?"

The third sister was a little uneasy. She looked at her face and thankfully there were no flaws.

She was actually quite afraid that Su'er would discover she was a fairy, worried that Su'er was just a hypocrite, since that's how it's usually written in storybooks.

“That’s not the case.” Su Er shook his head, calming his third sister down a little.

"Did you remember something?" the third sister pressed.

“Indeed.” Su Er nodded and said, “When I passed through Little Western Paradise, I heard about something that was almost identical to the story that Third Sister was reading.”

"Oh! Tell me more." The third sister became interested, especially since she had just checked herself from head to toe and found nothing wrong. Her words hadn't revealed anything either, so she decided to listen attentively.

“There is a monk in the temple named Bukong. He was a scholar when he was young.” Su’er said, feeling as if he was missing a piece of wood to slam on the table. “When Bukong was still a scholar, he saved a white fox. That white fox was a little fox who aspired to become a fox spirit, but unfortunately, it fell into a hunter’s trap.”

"And then he was rescued by that scholar named Bukong, right?" Third Sister had already pretty much guessed what would happen next.

“Third Sister is right,” Su Er said, sighing. “But nothing ever goes well. Just then, the Lord of the Little Western Paradise, Maitreya Buddha, left, and his wicked disciple, Huang Mei, started causing trouble again. The scholar who had done a good deed had a dream and turned the fox into a fur scarf.”

Unbeknownst to him, this nightmare was merely a ploy by Huang Mei. From then on, the scholar felt uneasy, fearing the fox's ghost would claim his life, so he became Huang Mei's disciple and the eldest disciple.

"This is truly treacherous. This Huang Mei is no good at all." The third sister cursed. She was young and had only cultivated for less than two hundred years. She had never even heard of Huang Mei's name and knew nothing about his abilities. Naturally, she could curse Huang Mei without hesitation.

"Fortunately, Huang Mei died. When I passed through Little Western Paradise, the Buddha from the East happened to return, cleaned up the sect, and delivered Amoghavajra." Although all of Su'er's words were true, through reasonable journalistic excerpts, the content conveyed was completely different.

"Sigh, although the great revenge is achieved, it's meaningless no matter what happens after death." Third Sister Qi Mei, although she heard that the fox died and got his revenge at the end of the story, she could never be happy. She also blamed Bu Kong for being so clueless. Was he a mini version of Cao Cao?

A murder in a good dream, a murder upon waking from a good dream?

“Young master is blessed with good fortune. You must have been helped along the way, so I won’t ask any more questions. Did you ever study?” After hearing Su’er’s story, the third sister suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and decided to change the subject.

“Of course, who doesn’t read?” Suer smiled. He calculated that he had spent twenty-four years at Hogwarts, from kindergarten to university graduation before his transmigration, plus his five years of study there.

"Has the young master ever read Li Bai's poems?" Third Sister asked Su Er with a mixture of eagerness and anticipation.

"Everyone knows the name of Li Bai. Even a child on the street can recite a few lines of his poetry. It would be strange if someone didn't know him," Su'er laughed. "The sword of the great river descends from the heavens..."

"Huh?" Third Sister looked puzzled. What was this that she hadn't seen before?

"Sorry, I switched channels." Su Er was also embarrassed, realizing that the first thing he thought of was Lao Bai's lines instead of Li Bai's "Drinking Alone Under the Moon".

Su'er then recited poems with her third sister for half the night. Her third sister was amused by Su'er from time to time, but considering that Su'er was a 'mortal', although she was not quite satisfied, she still thoughtfully told Su'er to rest early.

Ruoxianan

The third sister skipped along, humming an unknown tune as she walked into the house. When she got inside, she was surprised to find that none of her sisters or their elderly mother were resting.

"Mother." The third sister suppressed her smile and respectfully bowed to Zi Zhu'er.

"Third sister seems very happy? What, is your husband very pleased with you?"

The fourth sister was the first to speak. She had met Su'er before and knew a little about what had happened, so she was naturally curious about what her third sister had done to be so happy.

"Third sister, is that man really as handsome as Fourth and Sixth Sisters described? Tell us quickly!" The eldest sister of the Zhu family stepped forward and asked the third sister.

"He's dashing and talented, with a wonderful writing style! He's also quite interesting, and he's been helped by many demons along the way, so he doesn't harbor any hostility towards them." The third sister described Su'er with great enthusiasm.

(Sur: Liu Sanbian is indeed Liu Sanbian. Which girl wouldn't be confused by his poems? Let me take another look. Golden legends—Li Shangyin! Nalan Xingde! Qin Guan! ...I'm just copying randomly, aren't I?)

"Is it really that good?" The second sister was also quite curious. She knew her third sister well. Her sister had loved reading since childhood. She was good at poetry, calligraphy, and painting. She was proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. If she could be chosen by her, she must be an exceptionally talented person.

“Then it’s possible that you’ve found a good match, sister. When will you be willing to tell him the truth?” Fifth Sister chimed in at this moment.

"This..." The third sister's expression darkened, her face conflicted, and she stammered, "I...I haven't thought about it yet, let's talk about it later."

"Hey, my son, come here." Zi Zhu'er beckoned, calling her third son to sit down next to her.

At this time, Zi Zhu'er did not yet look like an old woman. Although she was no longer as young as she was in the Heavenly Palace, she looked to be in her forties.

Third Sister sat down next to Zi Zhu'er. Zi Zhu'er covered Third Sister's hands and said earnestly, "If that man is a good man, then I will decide to bring him into the family. However, we still need to observe him more. After all, you can know a person's face but not their heart. Only by spending more time with him can you see whether he is suitable or not."

"Your daughter will listen to her mother." The third sister lowered her head and said, "It's all up to Mother."

"Haha, alright, alright, you go chat with your sisters, they're all very curious, I won't listen." Zi Zhu'er got up from the chair and went back to her room.

"Tell me quickly! Tell me, dear sister, what did he say to you? You were all smiles when you came in." The fifth sister ran to her third sister's side as soon as she saw her mother return to her room.

The other sisters, including the youngest, couldn't help but come closer, as could the seemingly indifferent fourth sister.

"The sea? It must be so beautiful! The waves are surging and rolling. It's a pity, I can't imagine what it looks like." The eldest sister shook her head with a bitter smile. Having served her mother for many years, she knew exactly what kind of situation her family was in.

"The land is frozen for thousands of miles, and snow is falling for thousands of miles. I really want to see it, but it's a pity that there is no snow in our Pansiling. It's all white and soft. Do you think it would be the same if we spread silk on the ground?" Fifth Sister liked the snow scene and had some whimsical ideas.

"I want to play in the sand. Can sand really be piled up into a small mountain?" the little girl said in her childish voice. She looked to be only three years old at the time.

"Alright, just stay put. We can't get out, can we? I'm going out for some fresh air." Fourth Sister said dismissively, turned around and left Ruoxian Nunnery, running alone to the ground and climbing the mountain.