Su Qingci felt that he had been unlucky for eight lifetimes: he inherited a Taoist temple, was harassed by ghosts every day, and was forced to sign a contract with a ghost king named Mo Yuan.
This ghost king is very good-looking, with fair skin and long legs, but something is not right with his mind——
He casually complained that he liked long hair, and Mo Yuan took off his hair tie on the spot; he said that he liked a gentle style, and Mo Yuan tried to serve tea and water (resulting in the tea cup freezing to pieces); he emphasized that "I am a straight man," and Mo Yuan stared at his legs and nodded seriously: "The legs are straight and very beautiful."
Su Qingci: "... Did you understand something wrong?"
Mo Yuan (a century-old ghost, a deep generation gap, a master of self-strategy): "I am following your preferences, what's wrong with me?"
Later he found out that Mo Yuan originally wanted to swallow his spirit bones, but when he saw him squatting in the yard and drawing a crooked soul-suppressing formation, he suddenly couldn't bear it.
"Your spiritual bones are very fragrant, and there are too many people who covet them." Mo Yuan held him in his arms, his cold breath wrapped in warmth, "I can only protect you by locking you close to me."
——It turns out that the most ferocious ghost king will also make the most clumsy self-strategy against a half-hearted Taoist priest.
