[Sickly noble girl who is soft on the outside but strong on the inside] × [white-cut black old-fashioned Taoist priest]
Before the age of seventeen, Gao Jingshu only thought that his fate was bad.
Afraid of the dark, afraid of noise, afraid of noise, afraid of the crooked old locust tree in the yard. Coughing three times in one step and falling down at the slightest hint of wind. Everyone in the county knew that the Gao family had a stupid daughter who had a beautiful face.
In the seventh month of the lunar calendar, a Taoist priest came to Furong Town.
Those who came in over the wall had black water all over their robes, dripping down the tip of the sword. He knelt down and told her, "Don't be afraid," but his hands hidden in his sleeves were shaking worse than hers.
Later he took her back to Feixian Temple. In a remote mountainous area, with dilapidated houses and rotten tiles, the three masters and apprentices only had one pot left. He gets up early every day to chop wood, draw talismans, and wipe dust off the old statue in the temple.
She sat on the steps and looked at him.
She didn't know that she was that god three hundred years ago.
—— He didn't know that to wake her up, he would have to pay for it with his life.
This summer, Ming Shanjian only felt that she was in the way.
In autumn, he had a headache just looking at her.
Until the night when Yu Guang woke up, the fog filled the city, and he put the sword across his neck.
Only when blood splattered on the statue did he realize——
It turns out that he was reluctant to let her die.
Mission: Faith is the only courage to face fear