After dying young in her prime, the master of the Xuanmen sect, Yan Jiu, transmigrated to a parallel world and became an unfortunate soul whose luck had been stolen. She inexplicably bound herself ...
Wan Ying's father didn't know if Yan Jiu had sensed something when he said that, but he meant no harm.
He just wanted to ask Yan Jiu for a small favor.
The old woman in the village told him.
Wan Ying died unexpectedly and harbored resentment. The goal is to dispel Wan Ying's resentment and watch her reincarnate properly.
As the father, he needed to find the source, and following the guidance of the talisman, he found Yan Jiu.
According to the old woman.
All he needs to do is bring the source back to the village.
Thinking of this.
Wan Ying's father glanced at the faint light in the distance. They would be in the village soon, and he couldn't afford to fail at the last minute.
Just as Wan Ying's father was pondering how to answer Yan Jiu.
Yan Jiu walked past the old man: "Let's go quickly."
Wan Ying's father breathed a sigh of relief.
But then I thought about it again.
Why is Yan Jiu becoming more and more enthusiastic?
So, I was overthinking it just now. Did Yan Jiu actually not notice anything?
Yan Jiu sped up.
Arriving at the village entrance early, before Wan Ying's father, he encountered an unexpected person there.
Linen shroud.
Holding a baby in swaddling clothes.
It was none other than Mengniang, whom she had met once before.
Mengniang still looked disheveled: "Don't go into Zhushan Village, leave here."
This moment.
She seems to have recovered from her madness.
She deliberately emphasized the word "execute".
Hopefully, Yan Jiu can understand what she means.
Yan Jiu exclaimed in surprise, "We were driving, how come you got back to the village before us? Do you have a secret? Would you be willing to share it with me for free?"
Mengniang: "..." Are you alright? Is this the time to be concerned about that?!
She didn't quite understand Yan Jiu's thought process.
Raise your head.
He glanced at Yan Jiu.
Yan Jiu also got a clear look at Meng Niang's face.
She possesses a delicate, refined beauty, yet her eyes and brows reveal a sorrowful sadness, as if she has unspeakable suffering.
Before Yan Jiu could divine Mengniang's appearance.
The footsteps grew closer.
Mengniang ran away, laughing maniacally.
Yan Jiu did not turn around.
You can tell who the footsteps belong to.
Wan Ying's father glanced at Meng Niang's retreating figure, then looked at the composed Yan Jiu: "What were you talking about just now? Meng Niang is crazy; you can't listen to what she says."
Yan Jiu feigned fear: "She said she wants me to pay for her son's life. How terrifying! I'm new here, how did I suddenly end up with a death on my hands? Old lady, you must testify for me."
Wan Ying's father had a strange expression.
His lips moved.
In the end, they were defeated first.
They hurried forward.
Yan Jiu looked meaningfully at Wan Ying's father's back as She Liang limped after him.
She chuckled.
She Liang sighed, "Director, my shoes are torn."
Without saying a word, Yan Jiu ran off: "Let's go find a kind family to mend our shoes."
Her pace was incredibly fast.
It's as if if you run too slowly you'll miss the good show.
When Wan Ying's father heard Yan Jiu's footsteps, he slowed down and stopped in front of a house.
He turned to look at the excited Yan Jiu.
Wan Ying's father realized: "You were just bluffing me."
Yan Jiu feigned ignorance: "Really?"
She smiled and hugged herself.
I glanced at the houses around me.
Unlike other houses, this one was deserted and looked as if no one lived there.
Yan Jiu gestured for someone to open the door: "Is your daughter left here? I don't know if our late-night arrival will disturb her. Oh, look at me, how could I forget? The one waiting for me here is probably not your daughter."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Wan Ying's father.
Wan Ying's father's heart skipped a beat.
Yan Jiu knew it after all.
But.
How did she know?!
Yan Jiu understood Wan Ying's father's confusion and explained, "Remember to destroy the stolen goods after you've done something bad."
She glanced at the talisman in the other person's pocket.
Actually, the talisman paper is not the main point of exposure.
Initially, she deduced from Wan Ying's father's appearance that he had adopted Wan Ying. She came to find her not because of a suggestion from netizens, but because of Granny Si.
But.
How could a village with a local burial matriarch possibly need other people, especially those from distant places, to choose a burial site?
Wan Ying's father's honest face was full of surprise: "Then why are you still willing to come with me?"
Yan Jiu smiled.
He didn't speak.
She kicked open the unlocked wooden door in front of Wan Ying's father and then walked into the house without any hesitation.
Wan Ying's father: "You..."
He was just about to pursue Yan Jiu.
She Liang knocked him unconscious with a brick.
She Liangyi declared righteously, "No one can stop the curator from finding me a shoemaker!"
Yan Jiu: "..."
That's just an excuse.
Only She Liang would believe it.
Yan Jiu shrugged.
Step into the overgrown courtyard.
Yan Jiu blinked: "Hi~"
She looked at Granny Si in the courtyard.
The other person was dressed in strange clothes.
She wore a long cloth skirt with a circle of copper bells tied around her waist, and a pointed hat with a green brim like a hood, adorned with five-colored paper strips that hung down to cover her face, which was covered with colorful paint.
In addition to geomancers, there is another type of shaman in folk religion: male shamans are called "Duan Gong" and female shamans are called "Si Po".
They are skilled at inquiring about illnesses and seeking divine intervention, and are similar to shamans in that they invite spirits and deities to possess them.
The old woman's eyes were sharp.
The hand-held, round, fan-shaped hand drum has a smooth leather surface that resembles neither sheepskin nor cowhide.
Grandma Si grinned: "I wondered what could possibly attract the attention of the god Lou Nayou, but it's just a little brat."
She is a follower of the god Lunayu.
He is a member of the Rosicrucian Samadhi.
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