Ghost Husband, Don't Stop

This year, I am only 21 years old. It is really hard for me to imagine what I would be like when I am 30 years old. Perhaps there are already fine wrinkles at the corners of my eyes.

Mu Feng shook his head. "You are twenty-one years old."

I was so shocked that the instant noodles bag in my hand almost fell onto the bed. I rolled over and sat cross-legged on the bed. "I was only 21 when I died. Isn't that the same age as me now?"

Mu Feng nodded in agreement.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. I couldn't believe it as I calculated in my head before saying to Mu Feng, "That's not right, you said that we died the same year as each other. You were thirty-three years old when you died, and I was only twenty-one.

If that's the case, then in my previous life, I actually married an old man, eleven years older than me!

I stepped back to the corner of the bed, with the instant noodles bag in my mouth and my hands in front of my chest. It was hard to imagine!

But Mu Feng told me with confidence that I had married him at the age of sixteen in my previous life.

I reacted for a good half a minute before I grabbed the pillow by my side and ruthlessly threw it towards him. Mu Feng caught the pillow and asked me, feeling wronged, why did I smash it against him.

"Beast!" I am only sixteen years old, how can you, an old man, do it! "

"How am I old? Look at me carefully. In the past, you always praised me, and I was the most handsome man you've ever seen!"

Mu Feng's eyes were wide open as he approached me. He was very close to me, and the tip of his nose was almost touching my face. His deep, long, narrow eyes blinked, and if he was a living person, his long eyelashes would probably land on my face.

I stole a glance at him, and couldn't help but admit that his face was really attractive. Even if he was just a ghost, Mu Feng's appearance was already rather handsome.

The yin aura on his body diffused towards me, and without realizing it, my breathing became heavier. I covered my head with my hands, shook it a few times, and then fell down on the bed. I randomly pulled up the blanket to cover my head, I must be crazy, how can I be infatuated with such a narcissistic male criminal!

Seeing me like this, Mu Feng seemed to be elated and he chuckled, not telling me to be shy.

Shy your ass! I pulled my hand out from under the blanket, randomly grabbed the pillow that I just threw at me and threw it towards him again.

Following Mu Feng's laughter, I felt the green-grey colored pillow being gently placed by his side.

I hid in the quilt, a burst of regret in my heart. I was a normal woman who liked guys who were masculine and masculine. This wasn't right, no, I must be sick! This narcissistic ghost must have used some sort of bewitching magic on me to confuse me!

After pausing for a while, I heard nothing from outside. My head popped out from under the blanket. I saw that Mu Feng was no longer in the room.

Frustrated, I collapsed onto the bed, closed my eyes, and fell asleep again.

When Senior Brother Yuankong came to wake me up at night, the sky was already completely dark.

When Mu Feng left the room, he lightly closed the bamboo door. Senior Brother Yuan Kong didn't come in and just stood at the door and knocked twice. The door then called for me.

I woke up in a daze. I heard from Senior Brother Yuan Kong that the cafeteria was about to start eating.

I got up from the bed and randomly put on my shoes. I ruffled my hair a few times and walked to the door. Senior brother Kong lowered his head and waited for me at the door.

I was very embarrassed. I bowed to Senior Brother Yuan Kong and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother, you've waited for a long time. I fell asleep inside the house just now."

"It's alright. Master Ren, quickly follow me to the cafeteria for dinner." Senior Brother Yuan Kong is extremely friendly like Dao Elder Su, but in comparison, it does seem like my temper is fretful and restless.

I followed Senior Brother Yuan Kong out of the Bamboo Creek Pavilion. This place is quite remote from the main hall, so we walked for a long time before we found the canteen.

Just as he passed by the main hall, he saw that the shop door was already closed, although there were still a few visitors within the temple who had yet to leave.

The cafeteria was brightly lit. Almost all the Taoists had come to eat their meals, and a long table was set up in the middle of the cafeteria. Everyone's table was already filled with food.

When I appeared, I immediately attracted the gazes of everyone. Everyone looked at me curiously, while Senior brother Yuan Kong's expression was indifferent. He led me to find Taoist Su.

When I passed by other people, there was a lively young Taoist who greeted me and asked if I was Taoist Su's new disciple. I also replied with a smile.

When I first arrived in the afternoon, I couldn't tell that there were actually so many Taoists in the Three Immortal Monastery. At this moment, the cafeteria was filled with people.

There was an empty seat beside Taoist Elder Su, which was obviously reserved for me.

After bringing me there, Senior Brother Yuan Kong paid his respects to Daoist Master Su, then he left as well and returned to his own seat.

I see that there is already a daoist sitting on the master seat, a few years older than Taoist Su. His beard and hair are all white, but his face is flushed red and he seems to be in high spirits.

Opposite him sat another old man of about his own age, a man with long, sword-like eyebrows and eagle-like eyes. His sharp eyes scrutinized me and made me uncomfortable.

Dao Elder Su introduced them to me. These two were his two senior brothers. Needless to say, the oldest one must be the head of the Three Immortal Temple, Dao Leader Bai.

I carefully bowed to the two Dao Elders before standing up and calling them Grand Master and Second Martial Uncle.

The expression of the one sitting opposite Taoist Su eased up a bit, as if he was very satisfied that I understood etiquette.

Compared to Second Martial Uncle's seriousness, the host sitting at the head seat was much more gentle. He smiled and told me to sit down to eat without any formalities.

I looked at the dishes in front of me. Each table had the same dishes, a table of eight people with six ingredients, a bowl of millet congee for each of them, and the rice congee that was cooked until it was soft and sticky.

I looked at the other people's food and saw that only I had a spoon in my bowl. It must have been prepared especially for me.

Girls couldn't hold a bowl and gulp down soup and use a spoon to drink porridge, so they had to appear more refined.

I couldn't help but sigh. The people who were serving the rice were truly meticulous.

After tasting the porridge, I realized that the taste was different from the millet porridge I drank at home. The porridge from the Three Immortal Temple tasted even sweeter. Within the sweetness, there was an extra scent of bamboo.

Even though it was a vegetarian dish, every dish displayed the ingenuity of a chef.

"Oh little Ren, since you have taken my junior apprentice-brother as your master, which side's dao do you cultivate? Orthodox Daoist? Or was it Mao Mountain Technique? "

When I looked up, the Grand Master had just put down his bowl and was looking at me with a smile. His long white beard still had two grains of millet on it.

Uncle Master's gentleness made me even more familiar with him. My throat moved as I swallowed the porridge in my mouth and replied, "Uncle, I won't learn the Dao Arts. It's the soul drawing technique passed down by our ancestors."

Before I could finish my sentence, Second Martial Uncle suddenly asked in surprise, "You're a Soul Painter?"

His voice was very loud, and his serious, expressionless face startled me. I whispered, "Yes."

Second Martial Uncle lowered his eyebrows and seemed to be deep in thought. His expression looked a little strange. I turned my head to ask for help. He smiled but didn't say anything. He used his chopsticks to pick up a mouthful of food.