Cheng Muyun was a famously eccentric young marshal in history.
To elaborate, he actually went mad after his wife died. His wife was an extremely flamboyant and passionate rich girl who was burned to death by Cheng Muyun's butler. After that, he went insane and became a complete and ruthless demon king.
Why do I know him so well?
It's all because Xu Zhuohua is a sucker for good looks. There was only one picture of him in her high school textbook, a black and white photo, which looked like a god descending from heaven. Xu Zhuohua fell in love with him at first sight.
After entering university, Xu Zhuohua, who studied history, searched everywhere for unofficial histories about Cheng Muyun and developed an almost obsessive longing for his deeds.
But as much as she longed for it, Xu Zhuohua could swear to God that she never wanted to travel back to the era of warlordism!
I really don't want to meet Cheng Muyun, that big devil, and I really don't want to become his fiancée!
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Xu Zhuohua opened her eyes and saw a greasy, fat face.
She screamed and pushed him away, kicking him in a soft spot.
That greasy, disgusting face suddenly screamed and left, and she hurriedly got up from the ground.
Only then did I realize that I was in a place I had never seen before.
With its blue stone and white tiles, lush trees, dappled sunlight, and antique charm, it doesn't look like a modern building.
A gust of wind blew by, and she raised her hand to shield her eyes, only to realize that the temperature was not the dead of winter at all, and that her rough, cracked hands were not her own.
Before Xu Zhuohua could react, she was filled with angry curses, and a swollen, fat hand flew towards her.
She reached out to block him, shoved him aside, and said angrily, "What are you doing! Trying to hit me!"
Only then did they realize that the owner of the chubby hand was a greasy, fat monk, wearing a dark blue monk's robe, with his belly sticking out, his head bald without a single hair, and six round ordination scars.
The fat monk, having failed to gain the upper hand, cursed loudly, "You little brat, how dare you fight back? Are you itching for a taste of the discipline whip?" As he spoke, he twisted his fat body to find the whip.
Xu Zhuohua was in a dilapidated courtyard, next to a broken well with a roller and rope on it, and at her feet was an overturned bucket.
She stared, stunned, at her reflection in the water.
That wasn't her face; it was the face of a young girl, still somewhat childish, with pretty and charming features. However, she was wearing a drab dark blue long gown, and her face was streaked with tears, which added an extra layer of sorrow to her appearance.
The original owner's memories flooded into Xu Zhuohua's mind.
Xu Shuhua was born in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. She was the eldest daughter of the Xu family, but she was adopted.
In his later years, the landlord Xu had a daughter. Shortly after the child was born, a wandering Taoist priest appeared and said that the child would have no worries about food and clothing in her life, but would be accompanied by disasters and easily entangled by villains. She would need to cultivate herself to exorcise evil.
Old Master Xu couldn't bear to see his precious daughter suffer in a nunnery, so he found a substitute.
Xu Zhuohua, whose birth date and time were the same as the young lady's, was adopted by the landlord. The servants respected her as the eldest young lady and raised her with good food and drink until she was twelve years old. Then she was thrown into a temple to pray for the second young lady's well-being and to ward off disasters.
At first, things were going well because Mr. Xu donated a large sum of money to the temple for incense and oil, so Xu Shuhua only needed to chant sutras and recite Buddhist scriptures. Her food and clothing were provided by the Xu family, and the abbot of the temple was quite kind and attentive to her.
However, the good times didn't last long. Four years later, Miss Xu went abroad to study. Old Master Xu felt that the local devils couldn't control the foreigners. In addition, the year was unlucky, with frequent wars and warlord separatism, and even the landlords' surplus grain was not much.
The Xu family then stopped donating money for incense oil.
Seeing that Xu Shuhua had become unwanted and the abbot no longer cared about her, the old nuns began to bully her, giving her all the dirty work, and beating and kicking her if she showed the slightest dissatisfaction.
Xu Shuhua could endure all this bullying. She knew she was a fake young lady and was now all alone. She was terrified of being kicked out of the nunnery, since going out at this time would mean being eaten alive, leaving not even bones behind.
While fetching water today, this fat monk, still lustful, grabbed Xu Shuhua and tried to kiss her. Xu Shuhua, who was also quick to anger, pulled away in an instant, and Xu Zhuohua, who was now in the present, took advantage of the situation.
So Xu Zhuohua transmigrated, from a brightly lit emergency room to a dilapidated temple, becoming a nun practicing asceticism!?
She died on the first night of the new year, at the age of twenty, a rising star in the history department. During winter break, she contracted the flu, developed a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius, and died...
Fortunately, fate gave her a chance to start over.
But it seems to be similar to the beginning of a cataclysmic event. Was the original owner a fake young lady or a substitute young lady?
Even though Xu Zhuohua usually enjoys reading time-travel novels, she couldn't quite put her finger on what the original owner's identity really was.
Looking at her calloused hands, Xu Zhuohua couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Such a beautiful girl was thrown into a nunnery, kissed by an ugly monk, and died of anger. It was truly a tragic situation.
The fat monk found a long whip and raised his hand to strike, but Xu Zhuohua turned around and dodged it.
The fat monk was even angrier, "You brat, you dare to hide!"
Xu Zhuohua replied, "Why didn't you dodge? Did you expect me to hit you?"
The fat monk, with his chubby little legs, came running clumsily, raising the discipline whip in his hand, "You dare to talk back?"
When this fat monk gets serious, the original owner's small frame definitely can't handle it; the best of the thirty-six stratagems is to run away.
Xu Zhuohua jogged over and opened the courtyard gate, only to find an old nun guarding the outside.
She recognized her; it was Jinghuai, the old nun who often bullied Xu Zhuohua. She was thin and small, with rough, yellow skin, looking just like an old ginger.
The nunnery relies on the temple for relief year-round, and they already struggle to get enough to eat. In addition, all the nuns are weak women who are powerless to even kill a chicken. Now that things are in chaos outside, no one comes to the nunnery to burn incense.
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