The Village Woman in Disaster * The Gentle Holy Father
Jianniang was a widow. She came to Yutu Village seven years ago to work as a child bride for the Orion family. However, her husband fell off a cliff and died before she grew up, and she became a widow just before she was born.
A fair-skinned, beautiful, delicate and frail widow, her life in the village was destined to be difficult, so Jia Niang always went to the temple to cry.
The god enshrined in the temple cries that the teacher next door has a human face and a beast's heart, cries that the calm and reliable family uncle is the most hypocritical, cries that the old widower at the entrance of the village actually wants her to fill his house, pity that her innocent body has been widowed before she has tasted the taste of a man, and is coveted by tigers and wolves.
It was another unbearable night, and Jia Niang hid in the mountain temple to seek shelter. Under the caisson, the god Feng Shen was handsome and flawless, with his lowered eyes filled with compassion and solemnity.
Lord Mountain God listens to her worries the most, but always stands by and does nothing. He is really cruel and unworthy of being a Lord of God.
She looked at him for a long time, an evil thought welling up in her heart, and she suddenly laughed.
She stole the new statue of the mountain god back, dressed him in clothes made of silk and satin that she had saved for a long time, carefully combed his hair and put on a jade crown, and then humiliated him in her own curious way.
At night, Jia Niang's pretty face was flushed. She covered the statue's cold eyes and whispered: "I will be gentler and won't hurt you..."
"The God King has worshiped a woman who has been worshiped for many years, so she should be rewarded..."
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Ji Keyi has been cultivating in Tushan Mountain for thousands of years, transformed into a tiger, guarded the house, swallowed evil, protected the whole country, and enjoyed the incense and worship of the people.
I don't know since when, there was always a little girl with beautiful eyes and tears lying on the futon. She saved up money to buy incense and candles as tributes and sincerely offered them to him, and also wrote some crooked blessings to him.
"Lord Mountain God, let the teacher next door to me go blind, let my uncle lose all his family wealth, and let the old widower's daughter-in-law beat him and starve him every day!"
The blue light flashed, and Ji Guiyi shook his head helplessly. He had tried to get someone to help her, but this girl was beautiful and delicate, which always aroused evil thoughts from ordinary people.
Until one day, she had the audacity to steal back the gold statue that had cast a clone spell on him.
From then on, Qing Leng Shenjun had a hard time sleeping every night.
Small Theater
Jia Niang: I heard that the tiger... Has thorns. Is it true? Come on, show me the real situation.
Ji Guiyi:...
Many years later.
Jianniang: Who told you to reveal your true colors at this time? How else can you show up wherever you want? Take it back!
Ji Guiyi: ... Good lady.
In winter.
Jia Niang (tightly enclosed by the white tiger tail): It's time to show your true form~
·Shuangjie, HE, the male protagonist is several thousand years older, gentle, strong and tolerant. He has the selfishness of a saint towards the heroine, and the spring comes out of dead wood.
·The male protagonist will transform into a big cat for a period of time and be raised by the female protagonist
·The heroine Yaju must retaliate for her own benefit and control her appearance, please be careful if you have a high sense of morality.
Intention: Look at other people's gazes like will-o'-the-wisps, and boldly walk at night
