Chapter 28 Chen Ziyu
This time, Li Daoxuan finally saw her face clearly.
Under the long black hair was a face as cold as ice and a complexion as pale as snow, without a trace of redness or vitality.
But on the other hand, Li Daoxuan had to admit that she must have been a very beautiful woman when she was alive.
Her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her eyes are like cold moons, her facial features are as exquisite as a painting, and her thin red lips are like plum blossoms in the snow, giving this ice-sculptured beauty a touch of color.
However, facing such a beauty, Li Daoxuan only felt terrified. He said with a sad face: "Master, what are you doing?"
This is a fierce ghost in red!
Li Daoxuan couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he thought of how he had been unable to fight back in front of her before.
The ghost bride did not hurt Li Daoxuan, but just looked at him quietly, with calm eyes.
Zhang Qianyang chuckled and said, "Just be content. Having her by your side in the future is better than any protective magic weapon."
"Follow... follow me?"
"Yes, didn't you ask me to convert her before? It took me a lot of effort to resolve her resentment, but she doesn't want to reincarnate, and wants to cultivate the way of ghost immortals."
"I have the method of ghost cultivation in Longhu Mountain, but the way is not easily passed on. I have made an agreement with her. Let her protect you for ten years. After ten years, I will return her freedom and pass on the method of ghost cultivation to her. This umbrella will be her home from now on. If you take her out during the day, remember to hold the umbrella."
Li Daoxuan opened his mouth and his voice trembled slightly.
"Master... this isn't appropriate, why don't we just forget it——"
Li Daoxuan's voice came to an abrupt halt, as strands of black hair quietly wrapped around his neck. The strong yin energy made him feel as if he was falling into an icy cave.
Zhang Qianyang chuckled, scratched his ears, and said, "What did you say?"
"Ahem, thank you, Master. It's settled!"
The next moment, the black hair disappeared and Li Daoxuan breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at the ghost bride beside him and asked awkwardly: "Um...what's your name?"
The ghost bride looked at him coldly without saying a word. Her wedding dress began to become sticky and drops of blood flowed down, forming three beautiful little words on the ground.
Chen... Zi... Yu...
Li Daoxuan thought that this way of introducing himself was quite creepy.
"Then I will call you Sister Yu from now on. Um... Sister Yu, can you stay a little further away from me?"
The two were under the umbrella, very close to each other. Li Daoxuan felt that the other person was like an iceberg, constantly emitting cold air.
Chen Ziyu still didn't say anything, but stretched out a finger and pointed at the umbrella.
Li Daoxuan suddenly realized that as long as the sun was still shining, even the red-clothed ghost could not walk openly under the sun.
He quickly handed the umbrella to the other person.
Chen Ziyu stretched out her hand, grasped the umbrella handle, and then her body turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the umbrella.
The umbrella also closed automatically.
Li Daoxuan finally relaxed. It was too stressful to be so close to a red-clothed evil ghost!
At this time, Zhang Qianyang came over and sighed softly, "Do you know why she can't speak?"
Li Daoxuan was stunned. Yes, even ghosts like Mr. Chen and Wang Chunsheng could speak. Why couldn’t she, a lady in red, speak?
"Because she couldn't speak when she was alive."
Zhang Qianyang shook his head and said, "Although she is the eldest daughter of the Chen family, her mother died of complications during childbirth, so the master of the Chen family didn't like her very much. Later, when he married a new wife, he became even more indifferent to her."
"Mr. Chen's new wife treated her even worse, beating and scolding her at every turn. Later, because she was dissatisfied with her crying, she ordered people to prepare poisoned wine, which made her mute."
"She was only seven years old at the time."
Li Daoxuan stood there in a daze, his hands clenched without him knowing when, and the following picture emerged in his mind.
A thin little girl hugged her knees and cried, but she couldn't cry out...
Perhaps the only person in the entire Chen family who loved her had died when she was just born.
"It is easy to resolve resentment, but it is difficult to resolve the resentment in your heart."
Zhang Qianyang sighed: "Talk to her more when you have time. We are all miserable people in the world."
"However, I just asked you to chat with me. Don't think of anything bad just because she's pretty. I warn you, before you enter the early stage of fasting, you must not lose your Yang Yuan, let alone with a female ghost!"
Li Daoxuan's face darkened, and he said, "Master, am I so unbearable in your eyes?"
Zhang Qianyang glanced him up and down, coughed, and said nothing.
"By the way, don't rush to take the Dragon Tiger Golden Pill. Wait for another half a month. By then, the turbid qi in your body should be completely gone."
Li Daoxuan nodded and wanted to say something, but Zhang Qianyang had already waved his hand and jumped into the coffin.
"I'm so tired, I'm going to sleep!"
Li Daoxuan smiled and personally helped his master close the coffin lid.
He looked at the oil-paper umbrella, which had been placed in the most inconspicuous corner of the yard, as if it had been forgotten.
After hesitating for a while, Li Daoxuan walked over, picked up the oil-paper umbrella, took it back to his room, and leaned it against the wall.
"Although this house is shabby, it can at least shelter us from the wind and rain. Sister Yu, you can rest in the house."
"Oh, by the way, I'm timid, Sister Yu, please don't go out alone at night."
The oil-paper umbrella remained motionless.
Li Daoxuan suddenly felt that if someone saw him talking to an umbrella, he would be regarded as a fool.
He shook his head and smiled, then lay down on the bed and began to practice "Peng Zu Guxian Wo Yin Gong". After an unknown amount of time, he fell asleep in a daze.
Boom!
There was thunder outside, and then heavy rain began to fall.
Li Daoxuan was still sleeping soundly, even snoring slightly.
An oil-paper umbrella was gently opened in the corner, and a figure in a wedding dress appeared in the room, with long hair hanging down to the waist and snow-white skin.
She glanced at Li Daoxuan who was sleeping soundly on the bed, then slowly floated to the window, stood there, and quietly looked at the rainy night outside.
…
The days became full and peaceful again.
Li Daoxuan was still practicing with his master, doing horse stance, meditating, practicing sword, and drawing talismans every day. There was nothing different from before.
The oil-paper umbrella was quietly leaning against the wall of the house. Chen Ziyu never showed up on her own initiative. Sometimes Li Daoxuan opened the umbrella and wanted to chat with her, but he would not get any response.
Apart from introducing her name in blood when they first met, she was like a wooden figure, without any emotional fluctuations.
And so, another seven days passed.
That day, after absorbing the purple energy of the morning sun, Zhang Qianyang did not let him continue practicing sword, but drove him out.
"Go away, go away. Our family is so poor that we can barely make ends meet. As an apprentice, shouldn't you take the initiative to go out and solicit business and make some money?"
Li Daoxuan was surprised and asked: "Master, aren't there three ingots of gold?"
"Haha, you never stop taking your fasting pills. Where do you think they come from? And the cinnabar and yellow paper you use to draw talismans every day. Do you think they were blown here by the wind?"
“It’s all gone!”
In a nutshell, Zhenyang Taoist Temple went bankrupt.
