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"An Zhen, An Zhen!"

"Get up."

Su Ziyu slowly opened his eyes and then cursed, "Damn! Died again!"

He didn't bother with the astonished old monk beside him and stood up, patting his butt, "Let's go. It's going to rain. We need to hurry on our way."

This wasn't the second time Su Ziyu was burned to death by Qing Ji.

In fact, he had just been burned to death by Qing Ji for the eleventh time. After dying so many times, he was almost getting used to Qing Ji's Flame. The pain made him somewhat numb.

Su Ziyu tried many ways to break free, even attempting to escape halfway, not to go to Qing Ji's manor at all.

But unexpectedly, he was caught up by the demonized Qing Ji in the middle of the night, and was turned into charcoal once again. After dying so many times, Su Ziyu gradually understood something, which was that An Zhen really wanted to become a monk. Even after so many deaths, his residual consciousness was very weak, almost dissipating, yet he still forcefully seized control of the body to escape at critical moments.

Once he escaped, death awaited.

Su Ziyu had already found the contradiction.

If he went inside the manor, suppressing An Zhen's residual consciousness too much and being close to Qing Ji, then An Zhen's residual consciousness would rebel, escaping early at night, which was a dead end. But if he didn't suppress An Zhen's residual consciousness, his indifference would trigger Qing Ji's questioning early, asking if he wanted to back out, and no matter how he answered, Qing Ji would quickly darken, leading to another dead end.

An Zhen was determined to become a monk.

Qing Ji was also determined for An Zhen to marry her, or it would result in a fiery end.

Both were extremely stubborn people.

Su Ziyu had died before due to the conflict between the two sides; if he was too close to Qing Ji, An Zhen's residual consciousness would rebel, escape, and be burned to death quickly. But if he followed An Zhen's ideas, Qing Ji would darken at night, leading to a death by fire.

Poor Su Ziyu thought for a long time and finally came up with a possibly feasible solution.

That was for An Zhen to become a monk and also marry Qing Ji.

Of course.

In the current era, this was impossible to achieve.

Because current monks could definitely not marry and have children, but in the distant future, monks in Fusang could marry and have children.

Very soon.

A manor appeared in sight, and the eagerly anticipated figure of Qing Ji quickly appeared.

"Finally, you've arrived," a very gentle female voice sounded.

Qing Ji walked quickly to Su Ziyu, her expression very joyful, "An Zhen? Are you hungry?"

"I've prepared some vegetarian meals for you."

At this time, An Zhen's residual consciousness could no longer control daily behavior, only fleeing desperately under specific circumstances.

"Mm." Su Ziyu showed a polite yet friendly smile.

He nodded and took a half-step back, "Let's go inside."

Qing Ji's expression showed a slight hint of disappointment, but she quickly followed up.

Su Ziyu was very, very familiar with the following plot, quietly enjoying Qing Ji's service and then waiting for the night to fall.

The old monk went to discuss Buddhist Teachings with the layman Seiji again.

After a while, Qing Ji also came in carrying a wooden bowl. If he wasn't too close to her, she wouldn't bring tea over, but if Qing Ji didn't come at night to wash An Zhen's feet, it basically meant she was about to darken.

Su Ziyu enjoyed his footbath by Qing Ji calmly. After being burned to death so many times by her, it was only fair for her to serve him a bit.

"Sit down." Just as Qing Ji was about to get up to remove the wooden bowl, Su Ziyu suddenly said, "Do you like listening to stories? Let me tell you a story."

Qing Ji obediently knelt down next to him, softly saying, "I love anything you say."

An Zhen used to tell her some stories too, but they were all stories from Buddhist Scriptures, aiming to make Qing Ji understand that he couldn't give up Buddhist Teachings, hoping to persuade her to give up voluntarily.

Qing Ji didn't enjoy those tedious stories from Buddhist Scriptures, yet she still listened patiently.

"This story comes from the Eastern Tang Dynasty." Su Ziyu's tone was very calm, as if he was back to the day he told the story to the blue paper lantern, slowly saying, "The protagonist of the story is a demon, a thousand-year-old snake spirit named Bai Suzhen."

A story not from the Buddhist Scriptures?

A demon?

Qing Ji's beautiful eyes filled with a mysterious aura, her gentle expression gradually fading, but she still looked full of curiosity, seemingly eager to know what kind of story it was.

"A long, long time ago, there was a shepherd boy."

"He saved a little white snake from a snake hunter and set it free..."

Su Ziyu unhurriedly recounted the story of Bai Suzhen, and it was obvious that the Qing Ji before him was very engaged in listening, as if she had placed herself in the role of Bai Suzhen, especially when she heard about Bai Suzhen overwhelming Mount Jinshan and being suppressed under Leifeng Pagoda, she couldn't help but tense up, with dark red Flames emerging around her body.

"That Fa Hai is truly hateful!" Qing Ji's eyes were full of anger, emanating an eerie light as if they were on fire.

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