Ghost Husband, Don't Stop

The way up the hill wasn't as easy as the way to Shanghai and the canal station, especially on the mountain road. Even though I was sitting in my seat, pretending to be asleep with my eyes closed, I couldn't avoid it. I threw up all the way in a plastic bag.

Fortunately, this car wasn't full yet, there were still a few empty seats. My vomit had smoked away the middle-aged man sitting beside me, and once he left, Mu Feng sat beside me and pressed his hand against my temple.

"Do you feel any better? In the past, you've been sick, but I've always been laughing at you, saying that you couldn't even travel by yourself. Why are you still dizzy even after a lifetime?" Mu Feng looked at me with concern, but I could see the pain in his eyes.

Ever since I was young, I had been used to the coldness and fear of the people around me. It was the second time I had seen such a gaze in my family's eyes.

The first person to feel sorry for me was Liu Chen, who had just left home after college. I finally had a friend, and not long after that, I met Liu Chen. He treated me so well that I told him about my childhood.

Originally, I had guessed that after he found out, he would be like those other people, thinking that I was too sick to hide from him, but he didn't. That night, I sat in the cafeteria with him, and I clearly remembered that after he heard my story, he gently pulled my hand, telling me that in the future, he would protect me well and not let others bully me.

Since then, my whole heart has been on him, even though he died in an accident, and I didn't even think about it before breaking the Soul Painter's taboo and drawing the soul of a dead man.

But now, I understand the consequences of violating the taboo, even if it wasn't the industry report I would suffer in the future, even the Yin Master in front of me was more than enough to make me suffer.

But until now, no matter what punishment I've received, I've never regretted helping Liu Chen draw his soul.

After bumping for two hours, we finally reached the mountain. The car stopped halfway up the hill in the parking lot, and the passengers all got off, Taoist Su said. We had to walk along the winding mountain road to get to the edge of the car.

I looked up and saw that the mountain was very tall. The cliff was covered with lush green trees, and the mountain road that Daoist Su mentioned was very steep. It would be difficult to walk up.

Mu Feng looked at me worriedly and asked, "Wenwen, you vomited so much just now, do you still have the strength to go up the mountain? How about I carry you up there? "

I rolled my eyes at him and said unhappily, "You are a ghost and others can't see you. If you carry me, in the eyes of others, I would be floating in the air. Wouldn't that scare people to death?"

Mu Feng did not say anything, but his eyes were filled with worry.

On the other hand, Daoist Priest Su smiled gently at me and told me that although the Three Immortal Monastery is on the mountain, it isn't too far from here. We don't need to climb the mountain.

This way, I felt more at ease. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and brushed away my hair before stubbornly carrying the luggage. I told Daoist Su to lead the way and we immediately went up the mountain.

It was a good thing that the Three Immortals' Temple was usually open to tourists, so it was not built at a high altitude. The path that Taoist Su brought me was also very shady, the dense foliage above my head completely covered up the sunlight, leaving only scattered spots of light on the ground.

When the breeze blew, my mind cleared up a lot. I wasn't as muddle-headed as I was when I was in the car.

There are a lot of people here, and the temple door is wide open. However, only those who stand at the door of the temple are dressed in the Daoist robes of the two young men. The rest of the people who come and go are all dressed in the attire of ordinary people.

I couldn't help but be curious. I asked Daoist Su, "Daoist, it's already afternoon. Why are there still so many pilgrims?"

Looking at the date on his phone, he realized that today was neither the first nor the fifteenth day of the new year. The Three Immortal Monastery still had so many pilgrims offering incense.

"Amongst these pilgrims, only a small portion of them are here for the incense. Of course, most of the guests aren't usually here for incense; some are here to sign their names, some are here to ask for advice, and some are here to ask for permission from the Daoist cultivators. Not to mention the others, there's a marriage fate tree among the three of us."

I clearly saw that when Daoist Elder Su talked about the Marriage Tree, his eyes swayed between Mu Feng and I.

I quickly lowered my eyes and pretended that I didn't hear the meaning behind Taoist Su's words. I just quietly begged Taoist Su to hurry up and bring me to the meditation room in the Taoist temple to rest.

I almost vomited the bile I'd just been in a car up the hill.

Daoist Master Su laughed heartily and brought me to the temple. Just as we walked to the entrance, the two young Daoists standing on either side of the temple door greeted him and greeted him. They called him 'senior uncle'.

When the two of them saw me standing beside Daoist Master Su, their eyes revealed doubt. "Martial Uncle, who is this female benefactor?"

If I wanted to stay, it would be a bit inconvenient. I looked at Daoist Master Su and he said to the two young Daoists, "This is my new disciple that I took in while I was out wandering."

I also hurriedly smiled and said, "Right, right, I just accepted you as my master not too long ago. Oh right, this is our first meeting, I'm called Ren Wen, please take care of me, two martial brothers."

Even with my enthusiasm, the two of them were still very gentle and polite. One of the young Daoist said, "So it turns out that Martial Uncle's disciple is a woman and our monastery is filled with men. That disciple will leave first and create a side room for the lady in the Bamboo Creek Pavilion, which is a little further away."

After the little Daoist said this, he clasped his hands and bowed to Taoist Su and me. Daoist Master Su waved his hand and the young Daoist walked away.

"Ren Wen, among the two of them, one of them is Yuan Kong, the other is Yuan Kong. The one that just ran over to clean your room is Yuan Kong." Taoist Su stood at the doorway and said to me as he watched the little Daoist running away.

After I heard about it, I cleverly turned to the young Daoist standing at the door and bowed. He obediently called out, "Senior Brother Yuan Ring."

I followed Daoist Priest Su into the Three Immortal Temple. Many of the pilgrims here knew him, and as soon as he appeared, a visitor greeted him. He treated everyone extremely kindly, and everyone smiled.

The Yuan Ring followed us as we walked forward. On the way, he asked Taoist Su if he should meet with the host first.

Not waiting for Daoist Priest Su to answer, they only heard several bell chimes coming from the west. Daoist Elder Su smiled and said to Yuan Ring, "At this time, senior brother Su should still be meditating in the meditation room, so I won't disturb him. It's not too late to find him at dinner time."

As I spoke, I saw a great hall in front of me. The palace was towering, and bronze bells hung from the eaves and wings of the houses. When the wind blew, the bronze bells tinkled, and the sound was crisp and melodious.