Daily Life of Running a Taoist Temple in Ancient Times

I was reincarnated as the sole female disciple of a dilapidated, bankrupt Taoist temple. My master had just died, and I was the only one left in the whole place.

The temple was huge, but there was no money, no people, and no rice. I was so hungry I could barely breathe. Su Lingbi had no time even to sigh. What could she do? She could only pull herself together and reopen the temple.

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Zhao Su, heir to the Prince of Yu, was arrogant and overbearing. The year his father married a female Taoist priest, bringing his mother such humiliation that she took her own life, Zhao Su swore he would wipe out every Taoist in the world and tear down every temple he could find.

Then, after he was badly wounded in a battle with the enemy, his men took him to a Taoist temple to hide.

The female Taoist priest approached gracefully. Her face was cool and ethereal, stunning beyond compare. In Zhao Su's eyes, every movement of hers was a calculated act, nothing but pretense. She brought back the most sickening memories of his past.

When she came close and reached out, Zhao Su suddenly raised his hand and seized her by the neck.

The bones beneath her soft flesh cracked in his grip.

Had one of his men not stopped him in time, Su Lingbi would have died on the spot.

After catching her breath, Su Lingbi thought: I should have let him die.

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