The disappointment on the female ghost's face made me shudder.
"No, no, no." I denied repeatedly, "Absolutely not that."
"I mean, it's easy for me to hurt you when you're around me."
The female ghost nodded calmly: "No need to worry about this, just give me a porcelain jar and it will be solved."
For a moment, I was speechless.
Her suggestion was something I had never thought of.
Although Taoist priests shouldn't be discriminating, it feels awkward no matter how you think about it, with a ghost always following you around.
"If I follow you, I won't just eat for nothing. I will cook a lot!"
"Besides, I won't cause any trouble to you."
…
The female ghost talked a lot, and when I saw her trying her best to sell herself, I suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.
She has suffered too much in this world, and it is extremely rare that she can still maintain her pure and kind nature.
After finally getting the chance to see the light of day again, I definitely don’t want to be sealed again.
I thought a lot before and after, and then nodded solemnly: "Okay, you come with me."
"I'll have something to eat from now on, so I won't let you go hungry."
The female ghost immediately squatted down and made a Wanfu Golden Gift: "Thank you, hero."
I quickly shook my head and waved my hands: "Don't call me that, I can't bear the word hero."
"So, knight?"
Oops, these rather lame names make me feel very uncomfortable.
It’s no wonder that at the time she lived, Mandarin was not yet popular.
I cleared my throat and said seriously with a little helplessness, "My name is Chen Qi, just call me by my first name."
It was okay not to say this, but as soon as she said this, she knelt down directly.
"Never dare to call Your Majesty by his first name!"
I could only smile bitterly a few times: "You can do whatever you want, anything is fine."
"Just wait for me here, I still have some unfinished business."
Turning around, I looked at Zhang Laixiang, who was huddled up in a ball: "What's going on? Are you planning to continue playing tricks?"
Zhang Laixiang pinched his nose with two fingers, shook out a string of snot, and rubbed it on his pants.
"After I say it, you have to let me go."
As soon as I heard this, I didn't want to embarrass her anymore.
I just said it casually, but I didn't expect it to scare her like this.
"Hurry up."
After I urged him, Zhang Laixiang slowly spoke.
According to her, her husband, the skinny old man, is a pretty good cook.
Later, when the restaurant was moved here, her husband seemed to have lost his memory, forgetting all his skills, and the business naturally plummeted.
Until one day, his husband made a delicious braised pork dish.
It was this dish that brought their little restaurant back to life.
Later, she discovered that the skinny old man was getting weirder and weirder, and eventually, he showed signs of being neurotic.
Zhang Laixiang spent a lot of time asking around, and then he found out that the secret to making the food taste better was the deal with the female ghost in pink.
The female ghost said that as long as she fed the nine Taoist priests, she would be able to bless Zhang Laixiang's business.
The two of them were naturally fascinated, thinking that they would be unaware of it, so they agreed.
The concept of inspiration naturally became the target of their attack.
She talked for half an hour, and after listening to it, I wanted to curse.
At the same time, I feel a lot more at ease.
As long as there is no conspiracy behind her, this matter will be over.
"At the very least, you are harming people who have a spiritual outlook on life; at the most serious level, they are all disciples of the Sanqing Sect."
"You have to give an explanation for this."
In fact, those who believe in inspiration are all fake Taoists.
But in my eyes, anyone who kowtows in front of the Sanqing statue is considered a disciple.
He couldn't just die inexplicably!
I looked back at the female ghost and was about to call her, but the words stuck in my throat.
"Well, what should I call you?"
The female ghost looked behind her blankly, and I calmed down after shouting like this.
"Well..." She whispered for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Please give me a new name."
"Everything in my life is in the past, I want to start over."
If everyone could be so open-minded, why would the world be in such chaos?
I lowered my head and thought for a moment: "Let's call it the first year of junior high school."
"On the first day of junior high school, everything is a new beginning."
"Okay! Then first grade!"
